You couldn't help but feel like you definitely bit off far more than you could possibly chew, perhaps too literally in this case as you were engulfed by untold amounts of jiggly, gelatinous wobbling flesh, bearing down on you with an unbelievable weight though they remained too squishy to hurt you in any real capacity.
Still, you were pretty much pinned in place and you could only sink your limbs more into the blubbery masses surrounding you, that was all the movement you were allowed. You knew this on a logical sense but only now truly understood just how many orders of magnitude Patricia's monster booty was above your mom's, which was no small by any means of the word. It didn't help that you were extremely small yourself as well, making Patricia's overwhelming size exponentially greater, those humongous meaty globes could be very well billions or trillions of times heavier than you. The only thing you could be thankful for was that this intense pressure didn't squash you flat as a paper or otherwise obliterate you.
Meanwhile, Patricia was pretty much having the time of her life, feeling your tiny form encased by her massive blubbery cheeks felt way better than she ever thought and if anyone other than Miriam told her of it she wouldn't have believed it, at least not in full. Given her knowledge about you, both from personal interactions and from the lots of anecdotes that Miriam shared with her, she assumed you were either enjoying it or that at the very least didn't mind pleasing her. It even seemed like you were digging deeper into her crack which made her heartbeat quicken, as it had been a long time since she'd had this sort of attention, let alone from a young man she found cute herself.
'Brooke would love this for sure' She thought while closing her eyes and sighing in pleasure.
'Well, maybe she wouldn't love him being in my ass right now' She giggled softly, giving her enormous hips a slight shake that once again sent her gargantuan glutes into a wobbling and jiggling frenzy, causing plenty more waves of fatty flesh that jostled you in between while pulling you even deeper.
As for yourself, her movements felt more like cataclysmic forces as these unbelievably huge, doughy masses wobbled all over creating gigantic waves that bounced you around while their motions inadvertently pulled you even deeper into the colossal abyss she called a crack. Although it wasn't sweaty like your mom's and some other women's seemed to be the warmth became far more overbearing along with the pressure coming from both sides, making you feel even more helpless than when you were in your mom's.
In a desperate attempt not to slide any deeper you tried clawing one of the cosmic-sized fleshy globes to climb but the moment you tried to grip Patricia's cheek, everything shook again in a different manner, there was much faster shaking and it lasted for a shorter time. As if you needed further confirmation, you managed to hear her faint giggling. You could only huff in frustration, realizing that you had unintentionally tickled her again.
"Are you enjoying it that much or you're just such a good boy?" Patricia asked though she wasn't completely sure you could hear her and was fairly certain that even if you did answer she wouldn't be able to hear it but at the same time she wondered how you'd react if you heard. Almost as if on cue, she felt you sliding deeper down into her crack, all but confirming that you had indeed heard her question and making her blush briefly.
"O-Oh!" She then took a moment to regain some composure as she was feeling eager, flustered and maybe a bit tipsy, as she'd already had quite a few of Dolores' beers "Go right ahead, hon"
Now, thanks to your unwitting actions and perhaps to that alcohol seeping into her bloodstream as well, her long pent-up horniness was beginning to reawaken as she had craved any sort of intimacy for a long while, twisting her perception further, leading her to think that maybe you weren't just trying to please her as you did with your mom but that maybe you were enjoying her ample curves for real and she wasn't about to deny you. In fact, she wanted you to reach even deeper into her crack, she wanted to find out how much better you'd feel there.
You'd never found quicksand in real life but you felt that this had to be some of the closest things to it as you simply kept sinking between these immense, chocolatey expanses of squishy doughy flesh that kept wobbling and bouncing with Patricia's smallest motions. She didn't even need to try hard at all,the jiggling from her fat cheeks was more than enough to cause rippling waves that kept pulling you deeper, easily undoing whatever minimal progress you tried to make.
'Dammit! How do I get out of here!' You thought, your previous considerations to spare Patricia's feelings had long ceded in favor of your own self-preservation instinct. Trying to move, trying to slow your descent or trying to climb up all resulted in tickling Patricia even more, eliciting more of these gigantic bootyquakes that only sent you farther down into her immense chasm of a crack.
Just when things seemed like they couldn't possibly to go any worse, without any sort of warning whatsoever there was a booming, deafening rumbling roar that erupted from the very same depths you were heading towards and along with it, an absolutely titanic updraft more akin to an immensely oversized tornado that blew into you with incredible force, instantly pushing you for what felt like miles straight up until you hit a taut wall of fabric; the back of Patricia's thong-like bikini bottoms.
"Hmm?" She almost snapped out of her pleasant stupor but not quite. She barely registered the noise her massive derriere made and mostly felt it ripple and clap as the gas escaped out of it like a miniature volcanic eruption. It didn't even feel like it was a big one for her own standards though in reality it was easily on par with Sheila's or Dolores' more boisterous blasts if she actually heard it.
'Well, Miriam farted on him too and he seemed ok... I mean, he's probably used to it, right? She lets loose on him or around him all the time so it must not be a big deal to him at this point' She thought 'Besides, mine aren't even as bad as hers' And with that little bit of self-assurance, she figured you were fine with her letting off more of the pressure that gathered in her gut, nonchalantly unleashing a monstrous blast that dwarfed the previous one.
You didn't even get to fall back down when there was another gargantuan explosion of hot, reeking gases from below. Feeling even more like a swirling tornado, the hurricane-sized gust of wind kept pushing you into the back of her bikini bottoms but they were too sturdy for you to get blasted through as you secretly hoped. It made sense that if the puny garment could withstand Patricia's world-class 100 inch ass, then a fart, no matter how massive, was not going to be enough to break them. Your entire body rattled to its echoing reverberations, almost feeling as if your blood fizzed like a shaken can of coke while your skull vibrated intensely, making you feel dizzy overall. You didn't even notice when the gigantic fart died down and you fell back into the humongous fleshy abyss.
It felt like an eternity, as you fell down the environment grew darker, warmer and the lingering stench of her recent farts became all the more intense, you only managed to snap back into reality right as you saw the vague outline of the last thing you would've wanted to see: A massive, dark brown ring of flesh with many wrinkly folds. Before you could even scream, you slammed face-first right into it and ended up getting a mouthful of its flesh, which felt much more akin to rubber than to the squishy doughiness of her cheeks. In response to your impact the whole thing, larger than a building from your perspective, seemingly sprang back to life, twitching and pulsating frantically, specially the spots closest to where you were directly laying down.
It took Patricia every ounce of willpower and concentration not to make any noises as she suddenly felt you touch the deepest, most sensitive spot in her crack. She could hardly believe it but the feeling was undeniable and the pleasure was much greater than she thought. She had to bite one of her hands to let out a muffled moan into it while slowly wiggling her hips, wanting to feel you even more. Before, she had only wanted to tease you a little as her daughter's cute crush but right now all that mattered was that you were making her feel things, things that she hadn't felt before and yet felt as if she'd been craving them her entire life.
'What the hell did I do to deserve this?' You thought, panicking as the entire surface you were on was pulsating erratically, it felt like you were somehow riding the maw of a massive monster that hungered for you, a description that might be way closer to reality than you were anticipating yourself.
Without thinking things through, you tried to stand up and get away but all you managed to accomplish was getting knocked off your feet and tumble down into a trench-sized wrinkle in which the fleshy folds pinched you immobile... well, immobile by your own means because the sphincter's own undulating twitches were slowly but steadily dragging you towards the middle of the whole thing.
"Blaise, you shouldn't play with an old lady's heart like that, you know?" Patricia teased you but then moaned quietly and wiggled her hips some more, flexing her asshole as she could clearly feel you pressed into it. As far as her clouded judgement could tell, you must be giving her a hug down there in one of the most intimate spots in her (very ample) body. At this point she was letting herself get carried away and her anus essentially acted on its own, following only one vague directive: To get even more pleasure. And so, much to your horror, the middle began to open as the fleshy folds kept pulsating and twitching, carrying you right towards it, as if riding a conveyor belt from hell, about to be fed to the monster...
