Both Miriam and Sheila giggled as they could feel the tiny lump that was your body engulfed by their absolutely enormous cheeks. This time, Miriam could finally tell for herself that even her own hefty behind didn't feel like it was harming her son, and it was more like a gentle hug, albeit a very oversized one. She was a bit more worried about Sheila though, since she definitely packed a lot more weight than her, especially behind.
"I don't think we'll be able to hear his answer if he even does" Miriam said
"If that's the case, you already got your answer though" Sheila shrugged "I say just embrace the fact that you have huge curves, and plenty of meat on your bones... I can live happily with that" She chuckled, to which Miriam responded with a deadpan stare.
"I mean, you're on a league of your own" She said, her deadpan stare breaking as she couldn't help but laugh.
"Other women could say the very same thing about you. It's a matter of perspective... but there's no denying your husband is a pretty lucky man" Sheila said, making her friend blush a little.
"I'd almost say not having a daughter is kind of a shame, but your son still managed to get your good looks" She teased further.
"W-Wait a minute, I do have a daughter!"
"I mean, yes... but you know what I meant... one that got your own flesh and blood, not that that makes little Ariadne any less lovely... she does look like she could be your daughter... after you fed her buffalo milk or something"
"I think you're the only person to ever call Ariadne little these days" Miriam smiled
"Eh, what can I say? She's not that much taller than I am, and I can still lift her up in my arms" Sheila shrugged
"You're pretty tall and big indeed. Are you sure your parents didn't feed you elephant milk as a baby?"
"If they did, the memory portion sure didn't work so well" Sheila laughed, surprising Miriam a little, since she meant that as a little jab at her. Though she knew that there was practically no situation in which calling Sheila's butt big was ever taken as anything else other than a compliment.
"By the way, how do we know it's not your big butt what's blocking Blaise's voice" Miriam asked with a giggle
"Hmm... fair point" Sheila then slowly got up, and when she did, you were left laying on your mom's left cheek, but were relieved to get the enormous weight that pressed on your back off. After taking a few minutes to recover, you got up, feeling embarrassed as you grabbed onto the squishy flesh to stand up, and when you did your feet sank a little into the 'ground'.
"Well? Is my butt big after all?" Miriam asked in a cheerful sing-song tone
"Considering that it looks like your kid is standing atop a vast black moon, I'd say yes" Sheila teased, making her friend huff in annoyance.
"But I'm asking him, not you" She then stuck her tongue out at Sheila, who laughed again.
"Alright, alright... then, little Blaise, what do you say? Does mom need a 'wide load' sign on her behind? If I were you I'd be pretty scared, she could squash me and not even notice" Sheila said, though her joking tone was far too obvious, and after this other 'test' of hers, she concluded that if her own ass, bigger and heavier than your mom's didn't hurt you, you were safe anyway.
"Sheila!" Miriam blushed more at that remark
"Seriously, it looks like a planet to him... hold on, Imma snap a pic!" She chuckled before doing as she said, taking a picture of you on Miriam's enormous derriere using her cellphone, whose camera was pretty good despite not being meant to take pics of super small things. She then promptly sent the pic to Miriam.
"See for yourself" She added, and saw her frown "That's a pretty huge booty if you ask me"
"Hmph, that means nothing, everyone knows cameras make you look a lot fatter than you really are" Miriam huffed, making Sheila laugh more.
"So, honey, what do you say?" She sweetly asked to you, and after hearing that whole conversation, you were convinced that Sheila was absolutely right, but at the same time, that you couldn't tell your mom that, she was getting a little defensive already.
"It's not really big" You replied, to which your mom smiled in delight while Sheila gave you a full on deadpan look that wordlessly said 'Really?'
"Are you sure about that?" Sheila tried to press you (figuratively, though she could easily do so literally as well if she wanted)
"Y-Yeah" You said, unable to fully hide your own hesitation. Miriam smiled and slightly shook her hips, which to you resulted in an enormous bootyquake, the jiggly flesh beneath your feet wobbled and rippled into waves, knocking you down while everything in several miles around behaved like pudding or jell-o for a couple of minutes.
"Well, there you got it. Blaise says my butt isn't big at all. It's just average size" Miriam gave Sheila a smug look while she shook her hips again, and you along with them.
"Makes me wonder how you got your husband all nicely trained since you can't intimidate him with those jell-o mountains like you can here" Sheila took another jab at her friend.
"So you're saying the only reason Blaise said that is because he's scared?" Miriam raised an eyebrow
"Yeah. He probably thinks that if he calls your booty big or fat you're going to bring it down upon him and squash him paper flat" Sheila said, poking her friend's right cheek to demonstrate just how fat it really was, though the skirt did a valiant effort at trying to contain all that mass.
"I'm sure he doesn't fear such things, I've never done anything even remotely that mean, have I?" She said, directing her question to you, who were just getting up after her latest 'quake'.
"O-Of course not!" You replied. You knew Sheila was trying to get you in trouble but you just needed to stick to your guns. Then, unknown to you, Miriam winked at Sheila and slowly got up from sitting on her desk, but you were still on her left cheek. She took a few steps towards her office chair, swaying her hips considerably more than she needed to. Then she reached behind herself and picked you up, bringing you around, first to her chest for a gigantic hug, and then to her face.
"Aww, you're so sweet! A gentleman like your dad" She smiled warmly before she kissed you a few times. Her warm plush lips were something completely different, but despite the massive difference in size, they still somehow felt like 'mom kisses'. She then started to lower you down, though this you did not understand. At first, you wondered if she was going to put you in her chest, but once you went past it, it became obvious that that wasn't going to be the case. You then looked down and soon realized that she was lowering you towards her leather office chair, which was even more battered than it had sounded like earlier. Its cushion was nearly flat, with two abnormally huge deep, round imprints on it. Your eyes widened and the color drained from your whole body.
"I have a little favor you ask, and now I know it won't be any trouble" Miriam said as she stood to her full height, seeming to you like a Titaness straight out of Greek mythology.
"This horrible chair hurts when I sit on it, and I have to sit on it for hours upon hours as I work... Can you try and make it a bit comfier for mommy?" She said and then turned around, the entire chair was instantly covered by her gigantic booty's shadow.
"It's not such a difficult task, is it? Now, if Sheila were the one asking this..." She laughed rather mischievously while glancing at her larger friend.
"W-Wait!" You could almost hear the ominous music as your mom's moon-like butt began to descend towards you. You panicked for real. "M-Mom! Please don't s-" Unlike last time, Miriam simply plopped down right on top of your diminutive body, which had been put dead center on the abused chair. You felt the weight of the world fall upon you, as well as an earth-shattering booming shockwave as a result of the massive impact. You also heard the chair's groaning and creaking in much higher detail, some of it sounded like those of a ship at sea, but more like an old, damaged ship close to sinking.
"Wow... to say dat ass consumed him is the understatement of the year" Sheila said in rather genuine surprise.
"What are you talking about? My butt isn't so big, you heard it from him..." Miriam giggled in an almost guilty way while she wiggled her hips on the seat to get more comfortable. She wasn't going to outwardly admit it, but she was already aware that she was never the pencil-thin type, which only became more accentuated as the years passed and she did less and less physical activity. She still found it very cute that you had tried to protect her feelings, which showed you cared about her, but at the same time, she wanted to teach you two things:
- That it was always best to tell the truth, no matter what, even if it is to family or friends. The worst thing one could do would be to mislead them with lies, even if those were well-meaning.
- And to trust her a bit more, that she could take the cold, hard facts even if they weren't always to her liking. This was something you at least knew partially, since she readily admitted when she was wrong or made a mistake just as much as she'd correct you on things she knew for certain
"Does he feel good?" Sheila asked with a glint in her eyes
"To be honest, yes, but I think half of it is knowing who it is under there" Miriam giggled "I think I also feel a little like a mother hen, you know?" she added with a glowing blush.
"I don't think we'll be able to hear his answer if he even does" Miriam said
"If that's the case, you already got your answer though" Sheila shrugged "I say just embrace the fact that you have huge curves, and plenty of meat on your bones... I can live happily with that" She chuckled, to which Miriam responded with a deadpan stare.
"I mean, you're on a league of your own" She said, her deadpan stare breaking as she couldn't help but laugh.
"Other women could say the very same thing about you. It's a matter of perspective... but there's no denying your husband is a pretty lucky man" Sheila said, making her friend blush a little.
"I'd almost say not having a daughter is kind of a shame, but your son still managed to get your good looks" She teased further.
"W-Wait a minute, I do have a daughter!"
"I mean, yes... but you know what I meant... one that got your own flesh and blood, not that that makes little Ariadne any less lovely... she does look like she could be your daughter... after you fed her buffalo milk or something"
"I think you're the only person to ever call Ariadne little these days" Miriam smiled
"Eh, what can I say? She's not that much taller than I am, and I can still lift her up in my arms" Sheila shrugged
"You're pretty tall and big indeed. Are you sure your parents didn't feed you elephant milk as a baby?"
"If they did, the memory portion sure didn't work so well" Sheila laughed, surprising Miriam a little, since she meant that as a little jab at her. Though she knew that there was practically no situation in which calling Sheila's butt big was ever taken as anything else other than a compliment.
"By the way, how do we know it's not your big butt what's blocking Blaise's voice" Miriam asked with a giggle
"Hmm... fair point" Sheila then slowly got up, and when she did, you were left laying on your mom's left cheek, but were relieved to get the enormous weight that pressed on your back off. After taking a few minutes to recover, you got up, feeling embarrassed as you grabbed onto the squishy flesh to stand up, and when you did your feet sank a little into the 'ground'.
"Well? Is my butt big after all?" Miriam asked in a cheerful sing-song tone
"Considering that it looks like your kid is standing atop a vast black moon, I'd say yes" Sheila teased, making her friend huff in annoyance.
"But I'm asking him, not you" She then stuck her tongue out at Sheila, who laughed again.
"Alright, alright... then, little Blaise, what do you say? Does mom need a 'wide load' sign on her behind? If I were you I'd be pretty scared, she could squash me and not even notice" Sheila said, though her joking tone was far too obvious, and after this other 'test' of hers, she concluded that if her own ass, bigger and heavier than your mom's didn't hurt you, you were safe anyway.
"Sheila!" Miriam blushed more at that remark
"Seriously, it looks like a planet to him... hold on, Imma snap a pic!" She chuckled before doing as she said, taking a picture of you on Miriam's enormous derriere using her cellphone, whose camera was pretty good despite not being meant to take pics of super small things. She then promptly sent the pic to Miriam.
"See for yourself" She added, and saw her frown "That's a pretty huge booty if you ask me"
"Hmph, that means nothing, everyone knows cameras make you look a lot fatter than you really are" Miriam huffed, making Sheila laugh more.
"So, honey, what do you say?" She sweetly asked to you, and after hearing that whole conversation, you were convinced that Sheila was absolutely right, but at the same time, that you couldn't tell your mom that, she was getting a little defensive already.
"It's not really big" You replied, to which your mom smiled in delight while Sheila gave you a full on deadpan look that wordlessly said 'Really?'
"Are you sure about that?" Sheila tried to press you (figuratively, though she could easily do so literally as well if she wanted)
"Y-Yeah" You said, unable to fully hide your own hesitation. Miriam smiled and slightly shook her hips, which to you resulted in an enormous bootyquake, the jiggly flesh beneath your feet wobbled and rippled into waves, knocking you down while everything in several miles around behaved like pudding or jell-o for a couple of minutes.
"Well, there you got it. Blaise says my butt isn't big at all. It's just average size" Miriam gave Sheila a smug look while she shook her hips again, and you along with them.
"Makes me wonder how you got your husband all nicely trained since you can't intimidate him with those jell-o mountains like you can here" Sheila took another jab at her friend.
"So you're saying the only reason Blaise said that is because he's scared?" Miriam raised an eyebrow
"Yeah. He probably thinks that if he calls your booty big or fat you're going to bring it down upon him and squash him paper flat" Sheila said, poking her friend's right cheek to demonstrate just how fat it really was, though the skirt did a valiant effort at trying to contain all that mass.
"I'm sure he doesn't fear such things, I've never done anything even remotely that mean, have I?" She said, directing her question to you, who were just getting up after her latest 'quake'.
"O-Of course not!" You replied. You knew Sheila was trying to get you in trouble but you just needed to stick to your guns. Then, unknown to you, Miriam winked at Sheila and slowly got up from sitting on her desk, but you were still on her left cheek. She took a few steps towards her office chair, swaying her hips considerably more than she needed to. Then she reached behind herself and picked you up, bringing you around, first to her chest for a gigantic hug, and then to her face.
"Aww, you're so sweet! A gentleman like your dad" She smiled warmly before she kissed you a few times. Her warm plush lips were something completely different, but despite the massive difference in size, they still somehow felt like 'mom kisses'. She then started to lower you down, though this you did not understand. At first, you wondered if she was going to put you in her chest, but once you went past it, it became obvious that that wasn't going to be the case. You then looked down and soon realized that she was lowering you towards her leather office chair, which was even more battered than it had sounded like earlier. Its cushion was nearly flat, with two abnormally huge deep, round imprints on it. Your eyes widened and the color drained from your whole body.
"I have a little favor you ask, and now I know it won't be any trouble" Miriam said as she stood to her full height, seeming to you like a Titaness straight out of Greek mythology.
"This horrible chair hurts when I sit on it, and I have to sit on it for hours upon hours as I work... Can you try and make it a bit comfier for mommy?" She said and then turned around, the entire chair was instantly covered by her gigantic booty's shadow.
"It's not such a difficult task, is it? Now, if Sheila were the one asking this..." She laughed rather mischievously while glancing at her larger friend.
"W-Wait!" You could almost hear the ominous music as your mom's moon-like butt began to descend towards you. You panicked for real. "M-Mom! Please don't s-" Unlike last time, Miriam simply plopped down right on top of your diminutive body, which had been put dead center on the abused chair. You felt the weight of the world fall upon you, as well as an earth-shattering booming shockwave as a result of the massive impact. You also heard the chair's groaning and creaking in much higher detail, some of it sounded like those of a ship at sea, but more like an old, damaged ship close to sinking.
"Wow... to say dat ass consumed him is the understatement of the year" Sheila said in rather genuine surprise.
"What are you talking about? My butt isn't so big, you heard it from him..." Miriam giggled in an almost guilty way while she wiggled her hips on the seat to get more comfortable. She wasn't going to outwardly admit it, but she was already aware that she was never the pencil-thin type, which only became more accentuated as the years passed and she did less and less physical activity. She still found it very cute that you had tried to protect her feelings, which showed you cared about her, but at the same time, she wanted to teach you two things:
- That it was always best to tell the truth, no matter what, even if it is to family or friends. The worst thing one could do would be to mislead them with lies, even if those were well-meaning.
- And to trust her a bit more, that she could take the cold, hard facts even if they weren't always to her liking. This was something you at least knew partially, since she readily admitted when she was wrong or made a mistake just as much as she'd correct you on things she knew for certain
"Does he feel good?" Sheila asked with a glint in her eyes
"To be honest, yes, but I think half of it is knowing who it is under there" Miriam giggled "I think I also feel a little like a mother hen, you know?" she added with a glowing blush.
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