(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Ashley pondered her mother's remarks, wondering if she could bring herself to relinquish Matt from the innermost depths of her booty. Certainly she loved her mother and wasn't wholly against the idea of sharing Matt...but she would be lying if having Matt this deep inside of her most sensitive hole wasn't the single most pleasurable sensation that she'd ever experienced. It made her wish she'd found an excuse to get Matt where he was years earlier, and a part of her brain never wanted to let him go again. She'd miss seeing his adorable face, or his tiny little studly body, but it was worth it for this sensation.
Except...the longer Ashley thought about her mom's words, the more she started to wonder if maybe she was being selfish. Was she really considering Matt's own interests in this equation?
"Ya know, mom, he does seem to, like, super duper like doing this for people." Ashley began, tapping her chin in an overwrought display of thought. "Like, he's already done it for Mari in the past. A few times, I think."
With muffling ass flesh compressing against your entire being, you couldn't hear a word Ashley was saying, but you would've remembered what she was referring to. Three times in the past year you'd ended up deep inside of your girlfriend's ass, and Ashley had been there to witness you being rescued each time. Once had been because of a dare from Jenna that Mari had only accepted because she was drunk, only for your loving girlfriend to forget about you hours later. The second time was a night of passion between you and Mari going too far, and the third time was a simple but well-executed 'crackshot' courtesy of Jenna.
Ashley continued. "I'm pretty sure he's even done it with his mom too...and, like, obviously me. Heh heh!" The girl giggled again as she clenched her cheeks, just barely feeling your body compressed tightly in her rectum. A furious blush dappled her cheeks.
Bea, sensing something in her daughter's words, leaned into them. "So...you think there might be a pattern?"
"Uh huh!" Ashley nodded. "This stuff wouldn't, like, happen so much if Matty didn't love it, right? I guess he's just been, like, trying to tell us this all along and we never noticed and stuff! Cuz, like, I also remember how sad he always looked whenever he was 'rescued'. Guess he never wanted to be 'rescued', huh?"
What Ashley and her chaotic single brain cell was referring to were the looks of disgust you had on your face upon being retrieved from the aforementioned visits to Mari's and Lauren's assholes. While happy to be free, you were still humiliated and horrified by the experience. Apparently, Ashley had caught your facial expressions in those moments, and in typical Ashley fashion, spun them into a terrible misunderstanding!
Bea patted her daughter's arm affectionately. "You're such a sensitive soul, my angel. Matt must trust you a great deal for you to understand him as well as this. I think you've perfectly captured his heart's desires."
Ashley beamed and blushed simultaneously. "Thanks, mom! So, like, basically...I think Matty would really like to keep spending his time in booties like mine and yours!"
Bea hid her Cheshire smirk, as her daughter fell absentmindedly into the trap. "Sort of like it would be his dream job, would you say?"
Ashley scrunched up her nose. "Huh? Dream job? Whaddya mean?"
Bea leaned back in her chair. "Well, I heard recently about this job posting website called Tiny Tasks. Some people post actual applications and such on there, but I've seen it have much more success as a...marketplace of sorts for tiny people like Matt to sell their services to women in the local area."
"Ooh, that's super cool!" Ashley said with excitement, unconsciously tightening her rectum's crushing squeezing grip on you while doing so.
"So, I'm thinking you and I help Matt in setting up a Tiny Tasks profile, and getting his services out there into the world! Why limit him and his dreams of being a little booty buddy to just you and me? It's in Matt's best interest to spread him and his services out to everyone, isn't it?"
Ashley brightened like a shining sun. "OMG, mom! You're so smart! That's awesome, Matty would love that!"
"Excellent. How about you remove him, then, while I get started?" Bea instructed, pulling out her cellphone and maneuvering to the Tiny Tasks app.
While she did that, Ashley eagerly bounded over to the bathroom, shimmying out her her clothes until she was buck naked from the waist down. Then, positioning herself so she could see her reflection in the mirror, the redhead spread her gargantuan doughy butt cheeks and (with a slight wince) reached a prowling finger into her anus.
The girl immediately blushed as red as a beet, and choked out a light moan. After a second, her fingernail caught on your telltale squishy body. Ashley yanked you free, biting her lip and moaning again as you peeled off her sensitive skin and slid back out of her asshole as her finger retreated. Panting, Ashley then dumped you onto the edge of the sink as she pulled her clothes back on and thoroughly washed her hands.
The bright lights and loud sound of the water running overwhelmed your senses, your entire world having been nothing but pitch-black crushing and muffled bodily noises for the past week up until now. You blinked rapidly to clear your sight, and you couldn't even feel your body possessing the strength to even think about reforming your blob-shaped body after the beating Ashley's ass had forced upon you for so many days on end. You could only stare up blearily at the ditzy girl as she, in turn, grinned down at you without a care in the world (or a single rational thought in her pretty head).
Taking you back out into the living room, Ashley plopped onto the couch beside Bea, and set you down on her thigh as the two women worked out the beginnings of a Tiny Tasks account for you. The two of them talked back and forth for a good long while, occasionally laughing as they did so, and Bea typed away.
Eventually, Ashley hopped up from the couch, grabbed you in her hand, and crudely slapped you onto her ass cheek. It was so quick you hadn't even mentally prepared, and it almost felt cruelly out-of-character for Ashley to slap you onto her booty so harshly...until you heard the clicking sound of a photo being taken. Bea had just snapped the shot of your tiny form impacted against her daughter's globe-like butt cheek, no doubt to use it as the profile picture for your new Tiny Tasks account that you were helpless to stop the two women from making for you.
Finally, Bea finished her handiwork. Ashley pried you off her booty and sat back down, and Bea proceeded to show her daughter your new profile. She held the phone and just the right angle so you could read it to, and you even caught Bea looking at you with a side-eye, as if the cruel woman specifically wanted you to realize how much she'd just screwed you over.
Your new handle was ResilientRectumReliever, and your job posting was listed as 'Best Booty Buddy'. The bio followed.
Hello future clients! If you've never experienced the sheer joy and euphoria of having your very own Booty Buddy, then you've been missing out. Luckily, you've come to the best possible place, because I'm the Best Booty Buddy in Maryland. Looking for a tiny to stick as deep inside of you as a tiny can go, so that you'll feel the stimulation and wonderful sensation all day, every day? I'm your guy! For my small fee, I'll be yours for up to an entire week, and I'll be giving my all to stimulate you and push the fulfillment of your special needs to the max! I live for this stuff, so no need to go easy on me!
Attached to the profiled was a one-hundred-dollar asking price for each week of purchase. You noted that nowhere was your name written, and your position plastered on Ashley's ass made it impossible to see your face. Clearly, Bea had done her work in masking your true identity from this posting, most likely to keep your family and close friends out of the loop and dramatically lessen your chances of rescue.
And then, you could only watch in horror as Bea tapped her finger against the 'Submit Tiny Task' button.
As soon as she did so, Ashley squealed with excitement, clenching you tightly in her fist. Bea, too, laughed, but there was a decidedly smug tone in her voice as she did so. You, meanwhile, could only quiver inside of Ashley's fist, wondering what you'd done to have your life so thoroughly turned upside-down by the Parker women in the span of a single afternoon. Maybe this whole thing would blow over? Maybe your posting would fly under the radar? Maybe this was a nightmare, and you'd wake up safe and sound in your bed!
Somehow...you doubted any of those things would come true. Knowing your bad luck, your misery was only beginning.
1) Potential clients start pouring in, and Bea and Ashley eventually elect to send you to a complete stranger! Who is this woman and what is she like?
2) Potential clients start pouring in, but Bea and Ashley end up sending you to someone that you actually know! But...who is it?
3) *Writer's Choice*
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