(Chapter originally written by worstfailure)
"Matt," your mother said emotionally, "I can't tell you how touched I am that you would give up this once in a lifetime opportunity just to make sure your sister and I have the best time possible. But I agree with Jenna. I couldn't bear the idea of you sacrificing this opportunity for our sakes! I want this to be a vacation for all three of us!"
Despite how kind your mother was being, your heart sank at her words. It seemed pretending to be selfless had backfired!
"B-b-but the law!"
"Some laws are made to be broken, sweetie. Especially when they're silly laws that prevent a family from spending quality time together. Besides, what's the harm in one little man being snuck into a music festival?"
For her and Jenna? None. For you? The harm was immeasurable.
"But--"
"Come on, bro!" Jenna said with unrestrained glee that her favorite toy was being brought along on her dream vacation. "When has mom ever steered you wrong before?"
Lauren looked at you sweetly, her large eyes like those of an innocent puppy. Despite the obvious answer to Jenna's question, you didn't have the heart to voice it aloud.
"When you put it like that... how can I say no?"
"YAY!"
Lauren slammed the palm you were in against her breast to hold you to her heart. The gesture was sweet but naturally she was oblivious to her own strength and ended up flattening your body. Worse, since you'd foolishly shouted in panic, your open mouth was stuffed with the shirt-covered flesh of one of her boobs. Having just spent the past several hours trapped within her cleavage, you tried to recoil but it was no use, she held you too firmly.
"Now all we have to do is sneak you in!"
"It won't be easy, mom," Jenna said, smiling wickedly while you were too busy being crushed against your mother's breast to object. "You know how tight security's gotten. If we try to hide Matt in our luggage or our clothes, he could be picked up on x-rays! Plus there's the risk of random security checks and pat-downs. You know how thorough airport security's become."
"The airport?!" you tried to scream with your mouth still full. Why was Jenna talking about the airport? You could afford a plane ticket even with your diminished savings. It was only the music festival you needed to be smuggled into for being sold out.
"I didn't even think about that," Lauren said, looking worried. "If that's true, how can we make sure nobody finds him?"
"Well, let's think about this logically," Jenna said, knowing her mother's version of logic was very different from anyone else's. "The one place he won't be picked up on scans or x-rays and has the least likelihood of being detected is if he's flattened somewhere on one of our bodies, with his flesh blending in with our own. Preferably it would be a body part that isn't normally visible and that could conceal him completely from view. And he'd need to be really, really squished in good so he'd be completely indistinguishable from his surroundings in the event of a search. In fact, I'd argue it's necessary for him to be flattened immediately, so that he can spend all night tonight, all day tomorrow and all Friday to become camouflaged against his surroundings, so by the time we arrive at the music festival, he doesn't even look remotely human! And while I would love to be the one to help big bro out with this, I think only one woman has the requisite assets," Jenna said, playfully bumping your mother's butt with her own, "to pull this off."
"Oh!" Lauren laughed, comprehension dawning in her eyes. "That's brilliant, Jen! My butt's so massive if anyone looked for him in there they wouldn't find him in a million years!"
Your mother's words terrified you to your very core. As she pulled your flattened form away from her breast, you were desperately trying to reform or scream or even blink her a message not to do what she was about to do next. It was no use, your mother looked at your lovingly, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she'd rendered you partially 2D already.
"Sorry, honey. I know this isn't ideal, but it's the smartest way to get you into the music festival! Besides, it's only fitting we get to spend the next few days so close together. You did bail on me earlier even though we had plans." You wanted to scream that you had spent the day together, it's just that your mother was too oblivious to know you'd been trapped in an entirely different part of her anatomy. But it was no use. Your mother slammed her palms together, flattening you to little more than a living sticker. "Jenna, would you mind helping your brother out?"
"With pleasure!"
Jenna snatched you off your mother's palm as Lauren turned around, pulled back her black leggings and underwear with one hand, and spread one of her cheeks open with the other, exposing the gargantuan expanse of ass that, thanks to your sister, had pulverized you twice at breakfast and was now about to swallow you whole for the next two days!
"Don't worry, bro, I'll know exactly where you are," Jenna said, giving your flattened form a wink. "See you in California!" she said cheerfully, then, muttered under her breath so softly only you could hear, "Maybe."
Jenna's fingers released you and you wafted gently downward like a leaf falling from a tree. It lasted right until the moment you were in the middle of your mother's butt cheeks.
"CLENCH!" Lauren obeyed, letting go of one cheek and clenching as hard as she possibly could, absolutely obliterating you between her cheeks. They pressed into you with unrelenting, excruciating pressure, Lauren squeezing with all her might as if you were a lump of coal she was trying to turn into a diamond. After ten agonizing seconds, Jenna cried out, "RELEASE!"
Your mom stopped clenching and let out a relieved breath. She pulled back one cheek so Jenna could inspect to make sure you were securely stuck to her ass, and your sister was satisfied to see you had been reduced to a living tattoo, your body firmly plastered to the inside of Lauren's right butt cheek, face-first, your head only slightly turned so one eye was visible facing inwards. Jenna was positive there was absolutely no way you were going anywhere. She stared into your one visible, pleading eye.
"He looks a little loose," Jenna said. "Better clench again."
"OK!"
As Jenna watched her mother obliterate you again, she pondered if maybe the third time would be the charm. Or the fourth. Or the tenth.
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The next two days were a disgusting nightmare for you. Embedded as you were so completely into the inside of your mom's butt cheek, you were utterly helpless. Unrelenting pressure from tons of cellulite rendered you unable to move and unable to scream as your mother sat down at her work station in her studio, working as quickly and carefully as she could to complete her priority order. She spent hours in her studio at a time, becoming flushed with sweat from her hard work and her concentration, and if you thought her rack had been sweaty, it was nothing compared to the reeking sauna that was her ass, her foul sweat absorbed by your treacherous tiny body's natural properties. Worse than her sweat were her farts, which you were forced to confront literally head-on as your one unsquished eye was stuck facing the eye of the storm whenever reeking whirlwinds blasted past you. But most traumatic of all was when Lauren needed to use the bathroom. During those horrifying moments you kept your eye closed as tight as possible and pretended you were somewhere far away, maybe a warm and tropical beach with Mari, and doing everything possible to ignore the evidence of your senses. Lauren, of course, often forgot where you were and would walk around the house looking for you while calling your name, oblivious that you were far closer to her than you ever wanted to be as you were painfully ground between the twin planets that made up her massive rump. Jenna would always make sure to tell your mom where you were though... usually after 30 minutes of watching Lauren search.
At last the day of the flight came, but your conditions remained just as humiliating as ever. True to Jenna's promise, you weren't detected at all by security.
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"Can you believe it?! We're here! The Cacopho-Rockin' Music Fest!"
For once Jenna was smiling more like an excited college girl than a diabolical mastermind as she took in the vast rolling green hills of the camp and concert grounds. She was carrying a duffle bag and wore a backpack of camping equipment. Lauren carried a duffle bag of her own and a suitcase.
Both women wore their laminated passes around their necks as they headed towards their camping spot close to the massive, empty white amphitheater decorated with the banners for all of her favorite bands, like the fleshy tiny plastered under a boot for the Mant Stainers, a skull on a stick being licked like a lollipop by the Non-Hyperbolic Maneaters, and a dog-collar and leash made of tinies for the Licensed to Abuse! Areas on both sides of the campgrounds were populated with merchandise and food vendors, while in the sea of tents around them fellow attendees grilled food, played games or rocked out to their favorite songs with speakers blaring.
"I'm exhausted!" Lauren said, setting down her bags and waving her hands to fan her face. It was out hot, even with the sun starting to set, and Lauren was drenched in sweat from the heat, the journey and from carrying their bags. Jenna smiled knowing who else was being drenched right now. "I think once the tent's set up, I might pass out until tomorrow."
As Lauren bent over to begin setting up the tent, Jenna eyed her mother's ample backside and debated if you'd suffered enough... at least of this particular torment?
1) Jenna reminds your mother to free you. As Lauren goes to do so, Jenna runs into some acquaintances from school.
2) Jenna decides to let you stay in your mother's ass for the time being and convinces Lauren to tour the campgrounds.
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