Small-Sitting Summer's Sequel Story - Part 6 (Patreon)

That night, Devon was lucky enough to get some sleep, although it was hard to differentiate from when he was awake since his new “living quarters” were already a literal nightmare. Coupled with the fact that everything around him was pitch black, he waded in and out of slumber seemingly at random.

The truth was that it was well into the morning by the time Suzanne finally pulled him from the confines of her claustrophobic cheeks. Carrying him closer to her face, she made a move like she was about to kiss him good morning, before curling her nose once she realized he probably smelled pretty bad. Instead, she chuckled as his eyes squinted in response to the sudden light surrounding him, and got out of bed so they could both use the bathroom.

After they’d both done their business, she took him back to the bed, and was about to change for the day when they both heard a knock at the door. Suzanne looked confused as to who it could be, and even though Devon knew it would break his heart for his hopes to be dashed, he couldn’t help but imagine that it was Bethany at the door, finally returning to pick up Devon after so many months. It seemed that he wouldn’t get to see who it was though, since the giant woman looming over him grabbed his body and haphazardly shoved it deep between her tits. Only his head was sticking out, looking comically small between the woman’s massive breasts, while Suzanne held her hand above, ready to push him the rest of the way in if whoever was at the door shouldn’t see Devon.

Arriving at the front of her house, Suzanne looked through the peep-hole to see who was outside, and then relaxed herself before opening the door. And for the first time in Devon didn’t know how long, he actually felt a rush of excitement. His dangerous hopes had finally proven true. It was Bethany.

The shrunken boy was too shocked to smile at first, but Bethany was certainly beaming, just as much as on the day she’d left him there back at the beginning of the season. “Hey Coa—” she started to say, until her eyes found Devon’s head snugly nestled in Suzanne’s bosom, millimeters away from sinking into oblivion. “Ohhhhh my God, look at him!” she cooed, bending over with her hands on her knees, eyes adoring him as if he were a newborn baby. Suzanne chuckled and felt proud from Bethany’s reaction.

“Anyway,” Bethany sighed, standing up straight, “I figured it was probably about time to come check on him now that the season’s over. I can take him back now.”

Upon hearing her words, Devon started to smile, until a shadow was cast over him and he looked up to see Suzanne tilting her head down, seemingly unfazed by the news that she’d be losing her favorite toy. “Whaddya think, Devy-bear? Wanna go back with Beth? Or stay here with me…” As she said it, she pinched his head between her fingers and pulled him out, turning him to face her as she raised him up so she could cover his body in kisses. This included a lengthy and sloppy kiss on his dick—one that lasted at least a few seconds—while Bethany watched approvingly, seeing no harm in what Suzanne was currently doing. She returned her lips to his face, giving him a real lip-to-lip kiss, although technically it just left his head imprinted with a surprising amount of slobber. He tried to protest, but between the drool partially coating his face, and Suzanne’s morning breath making him cough, he couldn’t immediately get a word out.

“Oh… oh my God,” Bethany giggled, noticing as Devon’s dick started to rise after being stimulated by the older woman. Bethany was obviously aware of Suzanne’s unconventional looks; her six-foot, overweight, middle-aged appearance wasn’t exactly what most guys Devon’s age went for. But there wasn’t anything wrong with cougars, or “big beautiful women,” or being tall, so even though she was surprised, Bethany didn’t think there was anything wrong with him being turned on by her coach. “I guess he likes it here!” she exclaimed, almost sounding too excited that he found a home somewhere else.

“Yes he does,” Suzanne murmured, hugging his body to her upper chest with a contented smile. Devon tried to protest again, but with Suzanne’s hand pressing against his back and compressing his chest, his voice didn’t seem to work. “He practically spends all day in my boobs,” she laughed, then turned him upside down and sent him face first into her cleavage. Though the woman’s words were technically true, it wasn’t by Devon’s choice that he was constantly inundated with Suzanne’s heavy tits. But the phrasing made it sound to Bethany like it was his choice, and even though she saw the tiny older boy kicking his naked legs about, she figured he just didn’t like being kept upside down. Because his erection grew even larger, so it seemed plenty clear to her that he really did like spending his time in the woman’s breasts.

“Well, I guess that answers that,” Bethany said, checking the time on her phone. “I’m supposed to meet some friends at the mall, so I’ve gotta go. How about I come back in a few more months, like maybe once the semester’s over?

“Sure thing Beth,” the coach nodded. “See you later then.”

As the two waved their goodbyes, Devon tried yelling for help, he screamed to try and get Bethany to hear him, but it was far too muffed, and a few seconds later, the door had slammed shut anyways. That was it. His reward for being an obedient sIave the past few months: he got to take a few glances of the only girl who could save him while she laughed in the face of his abuse.

It seemed like Bethany would be back at least, but that’d still be, at the very least, several more longs months away. And now that she seemed to think he liked it with Suzanne, it might be even longer than that. And, even when (or if) Bethany did come back, there was no guarantee she’d take him back, just like she hadn’t ended up taking him back this time either.

He could either start to try and enjoy the way Suzanne treated him, like a kidnapping victim developing Stockholm Syndrome, or he could attempt to resist it until the hopelessness drove him crazy. Either way, the only way forward seemed to be literal insanity.

But, even though he was in the midst of experiencing a daily, torturous hell unlike almost any other human being alive, it could be worse. Technically. Barely. Maybe?

Only time would tell.