After another hour of continued laughter and enjoyment of more Son Squishers content, including responding to plenty of comments on 'LaurenLargerThanLife's latest posts, Bea decided she'd best be going home, satisfied she'd sufficiently doomed your near, or potentially distant, future.
"Thank you so much for having me over, Lauren. Today was a lot of fun, and you and your son have made it all the more wonderful!"
"Oh it was our pleasure, Bea! Now, thanks to you, I have an all new way to spend time with and bond with my little Matt over!"
"That's the spirit!" Bea grinned.
As the two ladies got up to leave, you tried once again to reform. Your body was still water-logged from Lauren's latest rubdown, not to mention you'd been crushed, squished, stretched, and otherwise abused for the better part of the afternoon. It was taking every ounce of your strength just to puff out your chest at this point. With Lauren and Bea on the way out, you watched with a grimace as the two giantess ladies headed towards the door...
"Whoops!" Lauren lifted her foot in surprise as even she couldn't help but notice planting her sole atop a large, putty-like mass. You internally groaned as any progress was undone in seconds courtesy of your unobservant mother.
"Matt that's not exactly a safe place to lounge around!" Bea tacked on, happy to lead Lauren astray even at the bitter end.
Restraining giggles at your apparent carelessness, Lauren reached down and picked you up, presenting your squished body towards her red-headed house guest. "Ahh, I see! You just wanted to say bye to Bea, right Matt? Well make sure to thank her for all she did for us today!"
"Oh, Lauren, please. It was nothing. I'm just happy to help!" Bea coyly retorted, unable to believe how perfectly this introduction to Son Squishers had gone. With any luck this would prove a priceless investment in keeping your perverted eyes away from her daughter.
You groaned weakly, unable to even speak as your body worked to remove the fresh imprint of Lauren's foot from your chest.
Rolling her eyes at your lack of manners, Lauren playfully bobbed you in the air, "Thank youuuu!" your mom spoke for you, doing a cutesy, high-pitched attempt at mimicking your voice.
Bea snickered. "No, thank you, "LilMrIndependent". This was quite an unforgettable afternoon. One I won't be forgetting any time soon."
With Lauren's definitive agreement, the two mother's waved goodbye and you were once again left alone with your mom.
"Wow Matt, I had no idea Ashley's mother was such a sweet lady! And she seems quite in the know on tiny rights for someone without an affected of her own! I mean even I hadn't heard of Son Squishers and I'm quite the 'son squisher' myself!"
Your mom laughed at her own joke, but you had no way to respond, and you were pretty sure that was for the best. Even if you could get a word in, you weren't sure explaining to your mom just why Bea had so much knowledge on tinies would register with her. She was an oblivious, trusting soul and you loved her for regardless, but the downside was that it made her awfully easy to exploit.
"But seriously, Matt," Lauren said, plopping herself back down on the couch. "This really is going to be a lot of fun, don't you think? What a great way to turn your little mishaps into an extra way to spend quality time together!" As if perfectly timed to counteract Lauren's statement, interrupting that thought was a vibrant ding as the Son Squisher's notifications resumed, instantly capturing Lauren's attention before she carelessly dumped you beside her.
Still though, you were grateful to once again be out of Lauren's focus, so long as your body was literally towel shaped it was far better to be out of Lauren's grasp than in it. Your muscles ached and you were exhausted, so even as your body slowly reformed and returned to a human-like shape, it took some time before you could actually sit up, and by the time you did, your mother had already lost herself in the scroll of endless Son Squishers content.
Just as you'd collected your bearings though, the springy ground of the couch cushion shook about violently as Lauren went into hysterics, "Oh my god, that is too dang funny!" Tears were already forming at the corners of her eyes as she bounced her massive butt in place, eagerly watching the video a second time and then a third.
"Oh, Matt!" your mom squealed, noticing your presence once more as her laughter-fueled earthquake had sent you smacking into the warm flesh of her thigh. "You need to check this out! Look at this tiny guy's goofy little dance routine!"
Lauren turned the phone, letting you watch the video for yourself.
At first glance, the video wasn't anything special. It was an affected male, dancing, rather awkwardly, just as your mom had told you. You had no idea why this had been so hilarious when what must be the 'punchline' hit.
"Oh my favorite show is on, jackpot!" As the words blared out through your mother's phone speakers, you witnessed as a pair of sweat-slicked thighs strode into frame, bringing with them a gargantuan bare booty that cast the poor tiny's dance routine in a shadow. You winced, already knowing where this was going, as the pair of jiggly cheeks slammed atop the poor guy, swallowing him up and removing him from the frame in an instant. But his torment didn't seem to end there. What would usually be a one-and-done sit-down and squish for the tiny went on for so much longer as the bountiful booty rose and fell repeatedly, small droplets of steaming sweat splashing free from the bouncing booty as it brutally smothered him for the better part of a minute.
The video went on, although you couldn't bear to watch any further, and thankfully your mother's boisterous laughter seemed to block out some of the more painful audio that accompanied the video. "See?!" Your mom cried, "Isn't it the funniest thing? And look at how many views this post has!" Lauren said, continually shoving her phone closer towards your face.
It seemed painfully obvious to you the whole video was staged, whether Lauren could tell that was doubtful at best, and yet you swore you heard a completely genuine scream just before the tiny found himself buried under the warm globes of flesh; now why such a video existed was a complete mystery to you. "Three hundred thousand views," you read aloud drearily.
"Right?! Can you believe that?!" Your mom said cheerily, "Our post only got a couple thousand! I guess this is the kind of stuff that really gets picked up," Lauren mused, her gaze drifting, a clear tell that she was already daydreaming. Now may just be the perfect time to try and snap her out of this before it went any further.
"Uhh, Mom? About this Son Squishers thing..." you began, giving her thigh a few taps in attempt to grab her attention.
"Hmm, what about it, Matt?" she answered absentmindedly, her gaze still locked to her screen with a passive grin.
You gulped, realizing the only way to get through to your mom now was to be blunt, "I don't think you should be using it. It's...it's not good. For anyone."
Lauren turned her gaze towards you, completely perplexed by your words.
"Huh? Don't be silly Matt, it's just a silly social media site where people share their fun stories! Look at how much fun everyone's having! Besides, this'll be a great thing for us to bond over! A shared interest!" Before you could express your clear disinterest, Lauren picked you up, placing you atop her palm and hovering you closer towards her face. "Plus, now I have the chance to show the world just how great my precious little man is!
Lauren pulled you into her, nuzzling her cheek against you before kissing your face "softly".
"Come on, Matt! Just give it a chance, ok?" she begged, "You never know, maybe you'll love it just as much as I already do!"
"Mommm," you whined, your voice muffled against the softness of her cheek. You felt yourself begin to blush as you felt her lips pressing against you entire head once again, "C'mon, knock it off!"
She had a point, although her version of 'being the mom' she wanted to be seemed to prioritize 'squishing her son for internet fame' than it did being a caring, loving mother. You sighed, realizing there was almost no chance you'd be able to explain how Son Squishers was nothing more than a scheme to abuse tinies in plain view. But still, if you couldn't talk your mom out of it, at the very least, you could keep a close eye on her.
"Ok, fine, but just don't post about anything that's not real. I mean, it's one thing for you to post about accidents but don't go doing things to me for no reason..."
Your mom's face lit up, "That's the spirit! We're just going to have even more fun than usual with our usual hi-jinks, that's all!"
"R-right..." you smiled back at her nervously, wondering if your message truly got through to her at all. She seemed to be staring blankly at you, the expression not helping to instill confidence about your heart-to-heart.
Just then, a yelp of joy burst from Lauren's lips. Swiveling your head, it was only now you noticed she had been half looking at her Son Squishers post...this entire time.
"Look, Matt! I made it onto the featured page! This is a big break!" You could only sigh.
1) Ready to take in more Son Squishers content, Lauren plops you between her breasts so you can scroll along with her! Now to look at more posts and get inspired!
2) After a few weeks of posting and gaining quite a following, Lauren sets her sights on the latest addition to the platform, live streaming! But with her content revolving around accidents, what does she showcase on her livestream??
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