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Carla stifled a giggle as she crossed the threshold into her mother's bedroom. Carla's mother Delia was completely passed out, now sleeping off the ocean of wine she'd imbibed that night at her friend's wedding party.  The meddling, mischievous teenager silently celebrated over how easy this was going to be. As she tip-toed closer to her mother's bed, the tickling sensation in Carla's cleavage intensified.  It was clear that her sister's little butt toy had connected the dots.  He understood the devious prank that Carla was about to execute but there was nothing he could do about it.  

His shouting and pleading was inaudible under the deafening sound of Carla's mother's snoring. Carla plunged a fingertip wet with her own saliva into her cleavage, removing the 1/16th tall man from between her breasts.  She had to squint to make out his features clearly, but he was unmistakably disheveled.  "He can't be away from my butt for more than like an hour without starting to shake" Carla's sister Tiffany would say.  It was a point of pride for her, bragging about how dependent on her crack the little butt-dweller had become over the years.  The ironic thing was that he'd probably enjoy where he was about to go more than being in Carla's cleavage. 'Ew!' Carla thought with a smirk. As Carla gently tugged down on the waistband of her mother's gray shorts, exposing the deep, dark cleft that separated the twin globes of flesh, the mischievous teen couldn't help but wonder if it was it all butts that the little guy loved now or just Tiffany's?  

"That's where you're going, you little butt parasite.  It's a lot bigger than Tiffany's huh? I've got some bad news though: she obviously isn't gonna know an itty bitty thing like you is in her butt.  And to make this prank even better, I don't ever plan on telling her you're there which creates a pretty interesting problem for you...let's put it this way: the first thing she normally does in the morning is go to the bathroom."

All it took was raising her index finger to her ear and listening for a moment to get her answer. The       pathetic buttboy cried and begged...not to go free or to be restored to his normal size.  He was literally begging to go back to Tiffany's ass!  How silly!  Imagine being so pathetic you literally beg to live in a butt! Carla set three fingers atop her mother's left ass cheek and Delia breathed in sharply.  Carla froze, the squirming subject still adhered to the spit on her fingertip so close to Delia's crack that Carla could feel the heat surrounding her fingertip.  Delia sleepily smacked her lips and didn't stir, much to the subject's dismay and Carla's excitement.  With Delia's massive left cheek parted from its twin, Carla's hand slowly descended toward Delia's ass, her index finger a space-traveling starship and the butt dweller at its tip the unwilling pilot.  

She did everything she could to avoid direct contact with her mother's rump as she smeared the tiny naked man against the darkened, moist skin as if he were grease being wiped onto a napkin. One final defeated squeak let out as Carla released her mother's cheek and returned the waistband back into position at her mother's wide waist.  He was inside now.  Completely hidden by all that flesh and all that gray cotton.  Carla walked out backwards, watching her mother's jiggly cheeks shift as she adjusted her sleeping position.  The teenager managed to remain quiet up until a deafening blast of gas escaped from Delia's rump. 

Knowing that the poor little subject, barely even the tiniest notch on a standard ruler, was forced to accept the full brunt of that epic blast was enough to start Carla into a fit of giggles just as she pulled the bedroom door shut, leaving Tiffany's subject all alone in her mother's tremendous asscrack.