As Barbara stood up, you were left as an imprint of her left buttcheek on the seat of the couch, your body having been completely battered by her jiggly assflesh. Without the weight of the your neighbor on top of you, you were able to begin reforming, though Miss Barbara's booty had done quite a number on your battered form. Sitting right beside you, your mother panted as she began to recover from her jog. She looked to her side and gasped as she saw your flattened form. "Barb!", she cried. "You've been sitting on my son!"
Barbara stopped and turned around, her eyes widening. "Oh no! I'm so sorry, Jackie", she said as she helped to peel you off the sofa. "I didn't see you down there." Though, you got a bit of a feeling that she wasn't that sorry.
"Jack, you have to be more mindful of your surroundings", Trish sighed as she peeled you off of the couch before turning to Barbara. "I'll take Jack home so he can reform safely. I'll shower over there."
"Alright, hun. See you two later." Barbara watched as Trish took your flattened form home before she headed to the shower. As your mother walked you to your house next door, you couldn't help but wonder if you had forgotten something...
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[Andrew's POV]
As your mom stood up, you panicked as you remained plastered to her spandex-clad booty. Sure, she had sat on you before when you didn't turn the tv down when she asked or didn't get off of your games, but you were never squashed face-first into her sweaty buttcheek. This was the first time that something like this had happened to you, and you were beginning to see why Jack hated it so much. You felt every jiggle and vibration of your mother's buttcheek with each step until she made it to the bathroom. when she undressed, you could feel the fabric slowly being ripped from her sticky bronze flesh as it slid off of her booty and down her thighs. Once she had slid her shorts off, she kicked them to the center of the tile floor and squeezed out of her sports bra. It was going to be really tough for you to look at your mom without being reminded of this when you got out of here. As you heard the shower being started, you took the chance to try and peel yourself off of your mother's shorts. With a good amount of wriggling and vibrating, you had managed to release the grip that the fabric had on you, though you were still flat as a pancake. Perhaps it was because you didn't have as much experience with this as Jack did. Still, at least you weren't still stuck to your mom's booty shorts. You tried to move your body around somehow, managing to clear four tiles by flopping around, with your face slapping against the floor before you decided to try and focus on returning to a human shape.
Unfortunately, you didn't get very far before the water had stopped and she finished her shower. She didn't even dry off before she stepped out, having left her towel on the bathroom sink. You briefly felt the water drip off of her body as she stepped over you, seemingly not noticing you on the floor, at least for the moment.
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