"I need to hide" you say thinking aloud. "She said she needs to go change so I have maybe three minutes before she comes back.... that isn't enough to find a good place to hide, but it is time enough to hide SOMEWHERE." nYou look around. The table you are on is pushed agenst the arm of the brown leather recliner. You have an idea to get to the floor. You run to the arm, but as you get on it you try to stop. You succede, but you slip while trying to climb down. You are in some pain, but your sense of urgency ignores that fact. You are now on the seat of the chair, it has been maybe two minutes. You need to pick up the pace. You hear footsteps; the loud footsteps of a giant. Amy looks at the table and relizes you left.
"Timmy! oooooooh! I told you to stay put!" She starts walking around trying to find you, and you get a look at her PJ's. She was wearing light purple silk pants and a white tank top that was a little too tight... not that you minded. She glanced at the chair and saw you, but pretended not to.
"Ugh! Fine! I give up!" She slowly lowered her butt to sit again as you looked up in terror. You dived towards the back of the chair hoping to avoid her rear. It almost worked. Her butt ended up sitting on most of you except your head ans shoulders. You groan in pain wondering why you weren't totally crushed then you remember something you read online that it is theorized that those who shrink gain super powerful bones. It hurt only as much as her normal weight all over, so it hurt, but it wouldn't break any bones. You try to squirm free of her left cheek, but to no avail. Amy shifted her position so it hurt all over again.
"Hmmmm? something seems to be poking into my butt." She said in an extremely playful voice. "I wonder what could it possibly be." She rose up and grabbed you. She held you half her arms length from her face so you could see anywhere from her forehead to top of her tank top (the cleavagy part)
"Timmy you naughty boy! First you disobey me, and then you smother my butt without my permission!" You could tell her anger was fake.
"Your butt smothered me!" You shout.
She folds her arms, thinking. She playfully squezzes herself, pressing you into the side of her right breast.
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