(Chapter originally written by worstfailure)
"Sure mom! Let's get the little guy out of there and I'm sure he'll happily swap my booty for your big 'ole booty! Honestly, I've always been totes surprised you aren't drowning in boyfriends!"
Bea smiled indulgently, knowing her daughter meant the comment about her large ass as a compliment since Bea was so proud of it. Bea took great satisfaction in the immense size of her curves. It was why she often dressed in revealing clothing, to bask in the flattery of her fellow women, and to show every man just what he was missing out on. It also worked as an effective way to lure tiny men over to her. Those who'd tried to flirt with her quickly regretted it, and those who'd done it while wearing tiny wedding bands were never seen again. She may not have been drowning in boyfriends, the mere thought revolting her, but Bea was definitely drowning in the hoard of tiny wedding bands she'd kept as trophies.
You, meanwhile, were oblivious to what was being discussed. Even if the confines of your foul prison wasn't muffling all sound, you had not fully reformed to the point of regaining your full hearing. You knew Ash was talking to someone who sounded familiar, but you couldn't identify them. You did however feel it as Ashley got up and walked somewhere. You prayed she wasn't heading to the bathroom. She was, but not for the reason you thought, Bea following right behind her.
Bea pulled out her own solvent which had come free with the TattGlu she purchased. She figured that was what Jenna must've applied to you so it was possible for you to both be stuck and capable of wriggling. The product had first come out only a few weeks ago and Bea's purchase was so recent that she hadn't gotten a chance to try it out yet. She planned to use it on the next tiny man she came across, and lo and behold, she'd been lucky enough for to use it to get rid of you.
Well, technically I'm not getting rid of, Matt. I'm keeping him around. Permanently! Bea thought smugly.
"I think Jenna said the lube was, like, super long-lasting, mom. I don't think you have to reapply it."
"Probably not," Bea said, as she applied the solvent to one gloved finger. "But better safe than sorry." As Ashley bent over and pulled back both cheeks, Bea called out to you, "Ready or not, Matt, here I come."
This time there was no mistaking the voice and suddenly you fought harder than you ever fought in your entire life to break free as the Grim Reaper of tinies came calling.
"Ohhh, I-I-I thiiINk he's looOOoking forward to THissss," Ashley said, seeing no harm in showing how much ecstasy you provided her now that her mother was in on the secret. And there was no harm in it... for her, at least.
"I'm looking forward to it too," Bea said as ominous as a thunderclap.
Bea's finger was inside the hole now, rubbing the solvent all over your body. It dissolved the membrane in seconds, accomplishing what all your struggles had failed to do in a week of fighting! Bea pressed on your body and pulled you out.
After a week of torture inside Ashley's bowels, the sight of the outside world should've been a thing of beauty. And indeed, the woman who held you was a vision of beauty herself. Bea Parker had the figure of a goddess in that her insanely well-endowed proportions strained the laws of physics and were second only to your Aunt Cass's in terms of reality breaking curves. But from the malicious glint hiding behind her eyes, as well as past experience, you knew you weren't in paradise with a goddess. You were just commuting to a lower level of hell.
"Mind giving us a little privacy, Ashley? You can go ahead and keep watching the movie without me, I know it by heart."
"Sure thing, mom! And Matty," Ashley said in a faux stern voice. "Next time you volunteer to help me pick out clothes, don't get me so worked up! I ended up forgetting to buy all that hot underwear I modeled for you. Like, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were more interested in the peepshow than shopping!" With a wink and a giggle to let you know she was joking, she left the bathroom, her footsteps disappearing down the hall.
Your partially squished form hyperventilated in panic as you looked up from the palm of Bea's rubber-gloved hand into her eyes. There was a strange look there, a mixture of loathing and anticipation. Unbeknownst to you, while Bea had known Jenna was responsible for your imprisonment, Bea couldn't help but suspect your own perversions had played a part in your initial situation. And now with her daughter's comment, her suspicions were vindicated.
"Did you enjoy the peepshow, Mr. Jacobs?" Bea asked in a voice of deathly calm.
"Ms. Parker," you said, voice trembling. "Please, I can explain--"
"Hush, now," Bea said in that same coldly sinister voice. "These will be your minutes before your life, as you know it, will come to an end. Wouldn't you rather savor them than waste your breath on pointless pleas for mercy?"
You swallowed, terrified out of your mind. "I--"
"I've been trying to get rid of you for a very long time, Mr. Jacobs. But, like a cockroach, you keep surviving and come crawling back in some new perverse attempt to defile my precious daughter."
"That isn't--"
But Bea continued to bowl right over your objections. She was quite clearly relishing this.
"You have no idea how satisfying it is to finally know the perfect way to dispose of you once and for all."
Having missed Bea and Ashley's earlier conversation, your eyes flickered to the toilet.
"The toilet? Yes, that would be fitting. Flushing you down, sending you into the sewers, from which you'd end up in the sewage treatment planned and at last be funneled out to sea. There you'd spend the rest of your life being eaten and passed by fish, as they swim progressively down into the depths, where eventually the pressure of all that water will cause you to sink to the ocean floor with the rest of the bottom feeders. Yes, I've done that to others like yourself in the past. But, for once, I'll concede you had the better idea. Though, yours still involves bottom feeding!"
Bea laughed cruelly and carried you around her backside as she wriggled it in front of you, an ass so titanic that it made Ashley's ginormous booty look as modest as Jenna's. The pure sadistic joy in Bea's face as she brought you back to her face told you this was no joke, but you remained in denial.
"You... you can't mean--"
"Can't I?" Bea asked. "I must say as... annoying as it is to pay a man a compliment, having you plastered to my butt for a month and a half was surprisingly enjoyable. Normally I try to dispose of you insects as quickly as possible, but you'd made me so mad with your constant refusal to just disappear that I needed to make it hurt. And I found myself having a great deal of fun finally putting you in your place! Shame you were saved before you could fuse to my butt cheek. But if you can't be hidden on my ass, hiding you within my asshole seems the next logical step. Good timing too. I only acquired the necessary supplies to make this your permanent residence recently."
You dropped to your knees in desperation. "Ms. Parker, please!" you cried out. "I swear if you let me go I'll never see Ashley or you, ever again!"
"Remember what I said about begging, Mr. Jacobs," Bea said. "Besides, you should be proud of yourself! For once in your miserable, pathetic, vile, disappointing, insignificant, worthless, degenerate life, you had a good idea! You deserve to spend all eternity living in an ass like the disgusting piece of shit you are! And I will happily spend the rest of my life giving you the life you so richly deserve!"
"ASHLEY!" you screamed, giving into blind panic. "ASHLEY, HELP! YOU'RE MOM'S INSA--"
Your cries were cute off as Bea poured a large amount of TattGlu on you.
"Typical man," Bea huffed. "You tell him you need commitment from him and he tries to run."
Moving quickly, Bea, displaying surprisingly effortless flexibility on par with master contortionists, was able to pull one cheek apart, and shove the finger with you covered in TattGlu on it, as far up her bowels as you could possibly go. As you kicked and punched and screamed and cried upon being transferred to Ashley's mother's anus, Bea blushed the same shade of crimson as Ashley, her own anal walls apparently even more sensitive than her daughter's. Going weak at the knees immediately, Bea sat down on the toilet, cracking the plastic cover under her immensely curvaceous weight without even noticing.
When Bea had first told Ashley she'd been feeling "unfulfilled" it'd been a calculated statement to earn sympathy so she could get possession of you and subject you to the most painful and humiliating fate she could think of, but she'd never expected you to actually feel so good inside her. It'd been over twenty years since she'd last had a man inside any orifice she would consider intimate, the final one being Ashley's deadbeat scumbag of a father. Bea had tried dating women, but unfortunately only got confirmation she wasn't bisexual like she hoped. Vowing never to be in a relationship with a man again, if she ever needed release, she had a collection of adult toys to do the job instead. But there was something about the feeling of a living flesh and blood man inside her that gave Bea more satisfaction than a toy ever could.
Angry at herself for enjoying this when the purpose of this was to humiliate and torment you, Bea clenching her cheeks, tightening her bowels around you to crush you into a stain against them. But feeling your pathetic body flattened by her anal walls brought on just as much pleasure as your struggling did. Forcing herself to go back to Ashley rather than bask in the wonderful feeling, Bea hoped she could contain her own excitement at your struggles so Ashley would forget you by the time she leaves.
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