(Chapter originally written by Alistair)
“My goodness, it’s only been thirty minutes and we’ve already got seventeen offers!” Bea gushed to her daughter in a feigned emulation of her daughter’s excitable energy, but as her eyes darted to you they betrayed her true feelings, satisfaction. You could tell that Bea felt she was well on track to winning this one-way feud she had with you.
“Wow! Really?” Ashley beamed as she looked over all of the responses you had received. “Isn’t this great, Matty! All these women who are offering up their booties as little vacation spots for you!”
Ashley hadn’t relinquished you from her grip since retrieving you from being plastered to her backside for your profile picture, the crushing confines of her grip making reformation very difficult. Even without her vice like grip, the remaining dregs of the TinyTat Glue on your body would be keeping parts of you from reforming without considerable effort. So you were unable to voice your protests to Ashley.
As Ashley leaned over to look at the screen with her mom, her hand unfurled, dropping you onto the couch just has her hand crashed down upon it to support her weight. The palm of the ditzy redhead flattened you under her weight, and completely obscured your vision, so you didn’t even get to see the profiles of the women who’s asses you might be forced to live inside of, or why they wanted you in there.
“Oh, she looks familiar, doesn’t she mom?” You faintly heard the sound of Ashley’s nail tapping on the screen, presumably pointing out the familiar woman to Bea. “She does too! Do we know either of them mom?”
You internally groaned, being loaned to a stranger to get shoved up their ass would be bad enough, but the embarrassment of it happening with yet another woman who actually knew who you were would be terrible. Although, you mused, if you were able to have a conversation with them then maybe you’d be able to convince them you didn’t want this and end this nightmare!
While you tried to rationalise that maybe being used as a butt plug by a woman you already knew might be better in the long run, Bea and Ashley continued their conversation.
“Hmmm, I’m not sure dear, they don’t look familiar to me, maybe they just have recognisable faces?” Bea suggested. In truth she did actually recognise one of them, and her mind was already racing at the prospect of this particular candidate using you. The second one was someone that she genuinely did not recognise, so she wasn’t entirely lying to Ashley…
“Wait, O.M.G… is that who I think it is?” Ashley forcefully swiped on the screen to ensure that her eyes weren’t deceiving her. “Oh man, it totes is her! It’s-“
“Now, now dear, let’s not reveal her identity yet. Don’t you think that Matt might like his first customer to be a surprise?” Bea shushed her daughter, trying to seem as if she was doing all of this for your benefit, which her daughter seemed all too happy to buy into as she nodded her head affirmatively. “But I do agree that one of the three you pointed out do look like the best candidates, don’t you agree?”
“Yeah they look like totally awesome picks! But are we sure we want to send him to one of them first? Even R- I mean her?”
“I think so dear, if you don’t mind though, I’d like to be the one to send him, I’m sure Matt would prefer someone with a little more experience to handle his shipping,” Bea warmly smiled to her daughter. She didn’t want anything to get in the way of setting you up with the life she felt you deserved.
“Sure mom! That’s cool with me!” Ashley nodded, before lifting the hand that was pinning you to the couch and peeling you free.
You were unceremoniously dumped in Bea’s hand, and she immediately tucked you deep inside the sweaty confines of her cleavage canyon as she and Ashley got back to their movie marathon.
*****
“Bye dear, let me know when you are home and safe!” Bea called out as her daughter disappeared around the street corner.
As soon as Ashley was out of view she closed her door and immediately retrieved you from between her mammaries.
Bringing you to her face, you saw that her expression was dominated by distain.
“Well, it seems like your little plan to molest my daughter backfired, didn’t it?” Bea spat each word with a hatred and venom that you had no way of even fathoming what you had done to deserve it. This woman truly did despise you for the heinous crime of simply knowing her daughter. “I’ll bet when you got up close and personal with my daughter’s backside that you weren’t expecting to be that close to it. I don’t imagine that it was very pleasant, even for a little perverted monster like yourself.”
You couldn’t even dispute any of her words, since you had made virtually no progress towards reforming due to the weight of Bea’s boobs keeping you flattened during her mother-daughter time with Ashley.
“Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure you’ll be getting plenty of booty time!” Bea flashed a predatory grin as she spoke. “And the best part: I’ve made sure that all of the money earned from our little business venture is going straight into a savings account for Ashley. Think of it as reparations for your defilement of her.”
As Bea spoke, you had been struggling to reform, and were actually beginning to make some progress, you could feel your limbs and head becoming more defined, and as Bea dropped you unceremoniously on the coffee table as she continued her tirade, you hoped (likely over optimistically) that you would be able to reform and slip away before she noticed.
Sadly, it seemed that this false hope was exactly what Bea wanted, and as your head and face popped back into shape, she grinned and picked you up once again.
“I’ve already selected your first client, I think they’ll be a fantastic pick to torment you for the next week! However, we wouldn’t want your real identity getting out, that would end this and deprive Ashley of her well deserved savings, wouldn’t it? So I’m going to have to do something to hide your annoying little face. Fortunately I have just the idea.”
Bea moved towards her bedroom as you futilely struggled in her grip. Moving towards her dresser, Bea pressed you down onto it’s surface with her thumb, flattening your body but ensuring that your head remained uncrushed.
Opening one of the drawers below you, Bea produced a pair of scissors, and snipped them together in the air threateningly.
For a brief moment you feared that Bea was going to somehow mutilate your face, and breathed a sigh of relief as she crossed the room, reaching into a hamper of dirty clothes and retrieved a pair of black panties.
“It really is a shame to do this to my favourite Tinex panties, but they already have a couple of holes in them, so what’s one more,” Bea shrugged as she took the pair of scissors and began cutting a small piece free from the section that would have been flossing her asscrack. Tossing the panties and scissors to the side, Bea now held a small, circular piece of tinex.
“Ms Parker, please. I’ll leave Ashley alone, I won’t ever speak to her again! I promise!” You cried, knowing that any attempt to sway your friends evil mother would ultimately be futile.
“Of course you won’t, Ashley will forget all about you in a few weeks, and you’ll get to spend the rest of your life monetarily supporting her by getting shoved into the bowels of any woman who pays for it! You’ll never cross paths again because I will make sure you’ll be hidden somewhere in my house during the rare occasions that your outside of a client’s body,” Bea silenced your please as she approached, pulling a small bottle of TinyTat Glue from her pocket. “And with these, I’m going to make sure your identity is hidden, we wouldn’t want you to suffer the embarrassment of people finding out about your new job.”
Bea roughly picked your flattened body, before dousing your face and head in the TinyTat glue. You felt like you were drowning in the horrible substance and coughed and spluttered to try and get the vile tasting substance out of your mouth.
Your coughing was interrupted as Bea forced the scrap of black fabric over your face, temporarily blinding you before her fingernail scraped the fabric free from your eyes, creating a small hole that uncovered your eyes and nose.
You were immediately assaulted by the stench of Bea’s ass, absorbed into the fabric from her panties.
You couldn’t even try to remove the fabric from your face with the rest of your body flattened, you could only thrash your head from side to side as you felt the glue fusing the fabric to your face.
Before you could even process what was happening, Bea dumped you into a small cardboard box and sealed it closed.
You felt the box moving, and you were thrown around, smacking off of the walls before a particularly hard slam knocked you unconscious.
*****
You awoke to the sounds of the box being opened, and a were met with the sight and sound of a familiar face and voice…
1) “Wow, it really is you. Seems like you’ve finally accepted your proper place in life, loser,” Bea has shipped you to Rika Inoue, your old babysitter, and she knows it’s you!
2) “Hey little dude, I hope you really are into this, because I paid for a week and I’d hate for you to change your mind half way through,” the vaguely familiar face of one of Mari’s coworkers, Selena, greeted you.
3) “Hello. Oh your face is covered by a little mask. Understandable, I don’t imagine you’d want to show your face too often in this line of work. I really hope for your sake that you know what you’re getting in for, because you signed up for a week, and I won’t take you out any earlier,” you looked up into the face of the last person you would have expected to see, your girlfriend’s mother!
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