If you weren't face-down on the floor, you would have panicked as your mother slipped on the tile floor. You were unable to see the pair of bronze, fleshy meteors descend before Barbara's ass crashed into you with a loud *SLAPPP*! What little air was left in you was forced out as your pancaked body was flattened even further, the impact causing your newly gooey body to splatter beneath her huge butt! You were knocked silly by the sudden slap of assflesh and your mom's weight crashing into you. Your mom soon stood up, bringing you up along with her. "Owww...", Barbara groaned as she rubbed her ass. "Really should've dried off first." As your mom ran her hands repeatedly over her cheeks, it became clear to you that she didn't feel any difference between you and her flesh! She then turned around and bent over to grab a towel, giving you a clear view of your body through the mirror. If your mouth hadn't been completely obliterated, you would have screamed. You were almost completely indistinguishable from the rest of your mother's assflesh, only maybe a couple of shades more pale, and the only indication that you were plastered to your mom's big booty was a pair of worried-looking eyes on each of her cheeks! You tried to make some sort of movement or sound to alert her. You wished you had asked Jack how he got out of situations like this. Information like that would be really helpful right now.
As Barbara dried her body off, you could feel the movement of her flesh each time she moved her legs to dry them off. Then came the part you feared as she stretched the towel against her booty. Your mom repeatedly pulled on the sides of the towel from one end to the other, rubbing down her booty like she was polishing a prized trophy. You wanted to scream as your skin was scrubbed back and forth, managing to close your eyes before the fibers of the towel scrubbed into them as well. The pain was intense, like getting an Indian burn, but across your whole body, and even harder. As your mom moved onto other parts of her body, her cheeks continued jiggling for a moment as you opened your eyes, and you panicked even more at what you saw. The difference in skin tone was now completely gone! Except for your eyes, there was no way to tell where your body began and your mother's booty ended! As your mother finished drying off. She then went to get dressed for the night and pulled a blue thong up her thighs and up her asscrack, yanking on the sides a bit and letting them slap against her hips. She then pulled up a tight pair of white tiger print leggings and threw on an old Black Sirens shirt. It seemed that she wasn't planning on going anywhere for the rest of the night. As your mother made dinner for you, Stevie, and Ash (though only your mom and brothers would be eating tonight), you hoped that Jack would tell his mom what happened to you. With every second you spend being compressed by your mom's leggings, it was beginning to make you angry. You had come through for him so many times, and the one time you needed his help, he was nowhere to be found.
Finally, dinner was ready and your mom called for you, she was mildly surprised when only Ash and Stevie came in. "Where's Andrew?", Barbara asked. "If he doesn't make it to the table, he's not getting a single bite of lasagna." You wanted to cry as you heard that. Lasagna was your favorite, and you always ate more than anyone else whenever your mom made it.
"Maybe he went to the arcade with Miss Harper", Ash suggested. "She took Jack and Zelina, maybe he tagged along."
"Hmm... that does sound like him. I'll just leave him some for when he gets back." As your mother served everyone the lasagna, you silently wept at missing out on your favorite meal. Your self-pity was interrupted as Barbara plopped her big ol' booty onto her chair, making an audible slap as you your mother pressed her full weight on top of you.
"Jaaaaack...", you mentally whined as you were squished into the hard wooden chair. "Why haven't you told your mom what happened to me? Or my mom?" You were more than a little upset that the boy that was supposed to be your best friend forgot about you, but you remembered that you sometimes forgot about helping him whenever you were presented with something you liked. "He'll remember... I know he will..."
You mentally groaned each time your mother wriggled her rump into her seat as your family ate your favorite meal without you. You could almost smell the delicious aroma, although as you tried to sniff the air, you were reminded of where you were and smelled only your mother's ass. You were thankful that she had just showered, but it still wasn't all that pleasant. As your family finished eating, you heard a familiar little belch, belonging to your little brother. "That was yummy 'sanya mommy!", Stevie giggled as he rubbed his stuffed tummy.
"Yeah, that was delish", said Ash as he wiped his mouth. "Thanks, mom."
"Well someone was hungry", Barbara chuckled. "You two cleaned up the entire platter. I guess Andrew's just gonna miss out. That's what he gets for leaving without saying anything." You mentally whined knowing that your family didn't seem to care that you wouldn't be eating. This was getting worse with every minute. You heard the clanging of dishes and silverware, signalling that everyone had finished with their dinner. "Would you mind doing the dishes for me, Ash?", Barbara asked as she walked away. With each step, you could feel every wobble of your mom's plump booty, the rapid motion almost making you dizzy. You were there as your mom gave your little brother a bath and put him to bed before she locked the door and turned off the lights for the night, seeming to assume you were staying at Miss Harper's house. She then took a seat on the couch and watched TV as you could faintly hear what she was watching, some program you've never heard of called Spectrum Bay Wrestling Alliance. The soft leather of the couch was more comfortable than the hard wooden chair at the dinner table, but it still didn't feel good being squashed under your mother's weight. Not long after she sat down, you could hear the phone ringing. Any hopes you had of it being Jack or Miss Harper were quickly crushed. "Hey, Camilla, what's up? ...yeah, I'm watching... of course I see you, it's impossible not to."
You were both physically and emotionally crushed. You couldn't believe that Jack had forgotten you like this. He was supposed to be your best friend, and you helped him out of some of his toughest predicaments, and now that you were the one getting squashed, he didn't seem to care. If he really was your friend, he would have told someone by now... or maybe something happened to him today. No... your mom would have gotten a call from Miss Harper. She called her every time something bad happened to Jack and she always comforted her. You didn't want to believe that your best friend would leave you like this, but you couldn't think of any other reason why no one had called your mom about you yet. What if Jack forgot about you entirely? You didn't want to spend the rest of your life as your mom's big butt. You wanted to play your video games and your toys, and watch cartoons, and maybe kiss a girl or a boy someday. You couldn't do that as a butt. What's worse is you hadn't even experienced any of your mom's trips to the bathroom. You didn't want to think about that!
"Love you, too, sis. Say hi to April for me." Your mother hung up the phone and shut the TV off before standing up and yawning. She made her way to her bedroom and tossed her t-shirt off and squeezed out of her leggings, finally giving you some air. Barbara pulled the sheets off and took a seat on the mattress, causing the frame to creak slightly as she shut the lights off and slipped under the covers. It wouldn't take long for her to fall asleep once the lights were out. As she slept, she soon rolled over onto her side. You realized that you were now given the chance to escape! You tried as hard as you could to wriggle and squirm, doing whatever you could to escape the bronze fleshy globes... before you were trapped there forever.
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