“You really wanted to see if you could workout with Mom? Well…I guess so. But you know how oblivious she can be, it’s your funeral!” Katherine smirked as she saw the reaction of her chat to the prospect of involving Deborah. Katherine knew how popular Deborah was with her followers, so she’d be insane not to involve her in this impromptu game.
Glancing over to your mom as Katherine spoke, you could see she was focused on her workout on the exercise bike. She was sweating hard, but was doing so with a smile on her face and her eyes closed, clearly enjoying the workout.
You were distracted as the hand holding you lurched into motion as Katherine stood up, grabbing a water bottle in her other hand. She leaned over to point her phone in her mother’s direction, propped up against her gym bag, so her followers could glimpse what was coming next.
As Katherine approached, she began smearing your already flattened form between her fingers, working your already flattened form into a more compact, flat disc shape. Even as she reached your mom, your features were still visible, but you had been completely stopped from attempting to reform even slightly. You could only dread what Katherine was planning to do, as she stood slightly behind your mom and tapped on her shoulder and held you behind her back so Deborah couldn’t spot you.
Turning to look at her daughter over her shoulder, your mom didn’t stop pedalling. You could feel the winds that had carried you off whipped up by your mom’s pedalling feet reach you even up high in Katherine’s grip, albeit much weakened.
“What’s up hon?” Your mom smiled to her daughter, surprised by the sudden interruption of her workout. She pulled one of her earbuds out as she spoke, allowing you to pick up the faint sound of the high energy pop music she was listening to.
“I just wanted to give you some water, gotta keep hydrated!” Katherine exclaimed in a clearly fake enthusiasm that Deborah didn’t pick up on, as she held out the bottle in her other hand towards you mom.
“Oh thanks, hon! Your a lifesaver,” Deborah grabbed the bottle from her daughter and began chugging on it, now facing forward once again, away from Katherine.
Satisfied that your mom was sufficiently distracted, Katherine beamed sadistically as she held out your flattened form in front of her, over the constantly shifting cheeks of Deborah’s ass.
Your mom’s compression shorts were clearly way to small for a woman of her size, and they had to give somewhere, so they had slid down, exposing what looked from your perspective to be miles of asscrack.
Barely stifling her laughter, Katherine let go of you. Your flattened form was still dense enough to drop at a relatively normal speed, and no wind picked you up this time as you fell straight down towards the canyon of booty below.
You tried to scream, but your flattened mouth allowed no sound to escape you. You softly impacted on the slope of Deborah’s inner left ass cheek, just slightly above her crack. Almost immediately, the shifting motion of her cheeks sent you sliding from your perch, deeper down into the abyss below.
Deborah for her part was too focused on enjoying the refreshing bottle of water and concentrating on peddling, she didn’t feel a thing.
Katherine’s efforts to stop your reformation meant there was nothing you could do but stare up at her smirking face as you slid down into the darkness below, jostled by the constantly undulating flesh underneath you, and aided by the slick sweat that coated Deborah’s skin.
You felt the ass halves clamp down on your lower half, and that only sped up the process of you being dragged further down.
Katherine gave a little wave down to you, and that was the last thing you saw before your vision was wholly taken up by sweaty skin.
Katherine could hardly contain her laughter as she watched her brother get dragged down into the abyss of her mother’s rear, the image of her cheeks chewing you up before you disappeared not dissimilar to a piece of paper disappearing into the mouth of a paper shredder.
Deborah continued to pedal with a smile on her face, invigorated by her daughter’s care, without a care in the world. She had no idea that with each pump of her legs, she was dragging you deeper and deeper into the embrace of her jiggling cheeks.
She briefly noted how sweaty she was getting, and lamented that you hadn’t been around to join them, she could have really used your special talents for helping her out with these problems right about now. Little did she know just how close you were.
The atmosphere between Deborah’s cheeks was one of the most inhospitable ones you had been in for a while. The hot, muggy air was so thick you felt like you could chew on it if your mouth wasn’t flattened. The earthy smell of her backside still reached you, your sense of smell still inexplicably intact, a fact that you lamented as the smell overwhelmed your senses.
Her slick cheeks alternated tensing and relaxing as she pedalled hard on the bike, taking turns crushing you into the doughy mass of it’s partner. The force of the pounding from one cheek into the other threatened to adhere you to them, and part of you wished they would, as each time you were spared from being adhered to one of the butt cheeks, you were dragged deeper down into the canyon between them.
You knew what awaited you down there, and you silently prayed that you would stick to her flesh soon, at least somewhere noticeable, if you sank too deep you feared it could be a long time before Deborah finds you back here, since it was unlikely Katherine would give away your position to her. It would most likely take her a while anyway, but you wanted fate to give her a fighting chance of finding you easily, you knew most of the time your mom needed it.
As you wallowed in Deborah’s biking booty, Katherine had collected her phone and was now laughing at your misfortune with her followers.
“Anthony’s probably really regretting coming to the gym today, huh?” Katherine cackled to her followers. “I wonder how long it’ll take mom to notice he’s back there? If her track record is any indication, little Anthony could be back there a while! Don’t worry though, I’ll keep you guys updated each day if he’s still in there.”
Katherine smirked as she saw her followers trying to guess how long you’d be stuck back there, with many placing bets amongst themselves.
“Wow some of you must not think very highly of my brother, I’ve not seen a guess under 100 days!” Katherine laughed, and only laughed again when she saw a few thirst posts about Deborah. “Come on squashmedeb69, I know my mom’s ass is huge and all, but there is no way you would want to swap places with Ant right now. Believe me, that booty was looking swampy when I dropped him in there.”
Katherine looked up once again to make sure Deborah couldn’t overhear her, and smiled when she saw her mom was still lost in whatever music she was listening to.
“If she keeps up this routine for much longer, my mom might be walking out of here with a little hidden booty tattoo,” Katherine mused to herself. Turning her attention back to the stream, she saw the bets were flying around to see how long Deborah’s ass would claim you, and Katherine’s eyes lit up as she saw an opportunity for extra engagement. “Alright guys, here’s a deal. Whoever most accurately guesses Anthony’s sentence back there will win a special prize, two days to spend with me, split a week apart, during which, I’ll leave you Anthony to do whatever you want with. I’m sure Ant would love to meet one of his adoring fans.”
Unaware of Katherine committing you to to a week of torture at some point down the line, you were far more preoccupied with the torture you were currently dealing with at the hands, or rather the ass, of your mom. You still hadn’t stuck to the walls of her inner cheeks yet, and you had no way of knowing how far you had slipped down.
You cursed Katherine for being so cruel, you already knew that she had most likely stolen weeks of your life with this one simple act, maybe even longer depending on how observant Deborah is, or more likely isn’t, over the next few days.
Your thoughts were interrupted as…
1) … One particularly strong pump of Deborah’s leg adheres you to one of her cheeks, almost half way down her crack.
2) … You were suddenly greeted with a sight you really didn’t want to see, a giant, twitching asshole.
3) … A finger suddenly invaded your prison, scratching at you. Deborah had unconsciously felt your presence and mistook you for a simple itch. As her finger retreats, you go with it.
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