An Unfamiliar Woman at the Door
Giantess/Shrinking & Farts
Chapter 7
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allyboy1351997
Opening the door, you were greeted with the sight of a woman who you didn’t recognise. Her blonde hair, which was slightly frazzled at the moment, and pale complexion reminded you of someone you had seen before, but you couldn’t quite place who she reminded you of.
The strange woman who stood on your doorstep looked you up and down once, before a wave of relief seemed to wash over her now that the door had opened.
“Blaise Santos?” She phrased your name like a question, but you could tell that she was almost sure she had the right person.
“Yeah? Sorry, I feel like I know you but I can’t quite place you, who are you?” You still couldn’t place who this woman was, so thought it was just easier to ask her.
“I don’t think we’ve actually met, but my daughter tells me you and her are friends. I’m Bertha,” as the stranger spoke her name, it finally clicked who she was, it was Snickers’ mom! You were briefly surprised that Snickers considered you a friend when you had barely interacted with her, but quickly moved on to wondering what her mom was doing on your doorstep.
“You see, my car decided to crap out on me just out front of your house and the recovery truck won’t be able to come take it for a few hours, so I figured I’d see if I could chill out in here while I wait?” Bertha seemed slightly stressed at the situation with her car, but as the conversation progressed you could see she was starting to relax.
Your parents had taught you the importance of manners, and you figured it would be pretty horrible to leave her out on the street while her car wasn’t working.
“Uh, yeah sure come in, do you want me to take a look at your car?” You didn’t really have much knowledge when it came to cars, but you felt that it was polite to at least offer.
“Nah, I already know what’s wrong with it, when I opened the hood there was some weird green liquid all over the inside of it, I think someone left it there as a prank maybe. Look, it got all over my hands,” the older woman wiped her hand off on your shirt before you could fully see what was on them, leaving a small amount of it on your shirt, before laughing to herself at what she must have thought was a funny joke.
Lillian for her part looked mildly annoyed at Bertha’s intrusion and “playful” behaviour, and looked like she was about to say something, but was interrupted by her phone buzzing. Pulling it out of her pocket and glancing at the screen, she groaned.
“Crap, I forgot that mom and I were taking Jordana out for lunch since she’s back from college, I’ve gotta go,” she gave one uneasy glance between you and Bertha, who was already pushing past the two of you, moving towards the kitchen to wash the strange green goop from her hands. Lilian lightly shook her head and moved towards the open door.
As Lillian left through the front door, she briefly looked back at you as the door closed behind her, as if she was second guessing leaving you alone with someone neither of you really knew.
Turning your attention back to Bertha, you followed her path into the kitchen, where you found her with her back to you, washing her hands in the sink. With her back facing you, your eyes were instantly drawn to the swell of her titanic backside, straining against a pair black leggings that may as well have been a second skin with how little they left to the imagination.
As Bertha washed her hands, she was lightly swaying her hips from side to side, causing her colossal butt cheeks to wobble and clap slightly as they impacted off of each other, seemingly easily overpowering what little fight her leggings gave in an effort to restrain them
Her backside was easily bigger than most of the women you knew, even managing to surpass Shiela’s in sheer size, and you couldn’t help but stare in sheer disbelief at it’s magnitude.
Your staring was interrupted when you heard Bertha clear her throat, and your gaze immediately averted from her titanic rear to take in her face, so you could see her looking at you with an amused smirk.
“If you want a closer look, all you need to do is ask,” she laughed as she saw you get flustered, before a gurgle emanated from deep in her stomach.
Using the sudden noise as a distraction, you fled in the direction of the living room, leaving Bertha alone in the kitchen. Dropping with an exasperated sigh onto the couch, you flipped on your tv in an effort to distract yourself from the far too playful stranger in your kitchen.
You faintly heard the sounds of activity in the kitchen, but decided to ignore it in favour of focusing on the tv.
It was a breaking news report about a thief who had broken into some government funded laboratory nearby, who stole some classified experiment and had been caught. Apparently he hadn’t been in possession of it when he was caught, so now there was a search going on to try and recover what he stole.
Before you could consider the implications of what it is that the thief stole, or even the fact that it had seemingly gone missing near where you live, you were distracted by the distinctive ding of a microwave, before Bertha entered the room, carrying a plate of 4 of your mom’s burritos, clearly just reheated in the microwave, and a large glass of your chocolate milk in the other.
“I hope you don’t mind, I was getting hungry…” she smirked at you teasingly.
You couldn’t believe how brazen Bertha was being in the home of a complete stranger! She barely knew you and now she was helping herself to your food!
Bertha strolled over to the couch in front of you, before smirking am spinning around, once again displaying her astronomical ass to you.
You expected her to sit next to you, since you were sitting on the middle cushion of the couch, so you didn’t pay much attention to which part of the couch her backside was dropping on to.
That is, you weren’t until your lap was where her backside fell.
The wind was knocked out of you as Bertha dropped down onto you, her titanic, rippling cheeks taking up your entire lap and spreading out to cover the entire couch cushion you were sitting on, as well as a small portion of both adjacent cushions as well.
“Ahh, this is a really comfortable seat,” Bertha feigned ignorance as she wiggled her hips on top of you, you suddenly felt Bertha jump in place slightly as she “suddenly realised” that she was sitting on you. “Oops, sorry Blaise, guess I need to watch where I’m sitting, huh! I would get off of you, but these burritos are getting cold, and I don’t want to let them get any colder, I’ll get off of you soon though, don’t worry.”
As she stifled a giggle, you were in utter disbelief. How could she think this was appropriate?
Your protests were suddenly replaced with a groan of discomfort as Bertha bounced in place on the seat a few times, bringing her weight to bear on top of your crotch and lower torso several times.
Bertha continued to shift her hips from side to side, slightly dragging your waist further into the embrace of her titanic backside, and putting more pressure down on your crotch, clearly in an attempt to get a more physical reaction out of you than the embarrassment she had been causing you previously.
“Now that I’m comfortable, let’s see what else is on tv,” Bertha grabbed the tv remote in one hand to change the channel, and stuffed half of one of the burritos in her mouth with the other. Finding a show she was happy with, she moaned appreciatively over the taste of the burrito. “God these are good!”
Any protests that you were about to make died in your throat, as a rumble spread from Bertha’s gut, reverberating through her body and causing the fatty cheeks on top of you to vibrate slightly. You didn’t know what the rumble was a precursor to, but a feeling of dread quickly spread through you as…
1) …the weight on top of you seems to increase slightly, as Bertha’s ass suddenly covers a larger portion of the couch, and your lap. It seems the green goop wasn’t a prank left by some kids, whatever it was appears to have done something to Bertha’s metabolism, and in your panic and confusion you realise it must have something to do with her eating. Bertha doesn’t seem to notice at the minute, she’s too focused on the second bite of burrito she’s savouring.
2) …Bertha suddenly let’s out a monumental fart, the force of which caused her backside to ripple and undulate over your waist, which caused Bertha to not feel what happened when the smell hit you. You suddenly felt dizzy, a sensation which only lasted a few seconds, but when it faded you realised that your view of the back of Bertha’s head, was now a view of between her shoulder blades. Had her fart shrank you?!
3) Just then, your house's doorbell was heard.
"Come in!" Bertha nonchalantly said and all you could do was hear someone open the door and some heavy footsteps.
"Oh, hey there!" Dolores said "I knew it was weird to hear your voice in Miriam's house. What's up?"
"My car's busted for the time being, and I asked this handsome gentleman to let me chill out here while the recovery truck takes it away" Bertha replied with a giggle, wiggling her huge butt on you some more.
"Well, I've got nothing better to do right now so if you guys don't mind I can join you" Dolores smiled.
"Sure!" Bertha enthusiastically smiled and you helplessly watched Dolores walk towards the couch and take a seat right next to her. Despite it being intended for 3 people, these 2 with their gigantic backsides take up all available space, and while you're right under Bertha's, you still feel Dolores' weight next to you.
"I see that you're getting quite up close and personal with lil' Blaise here" Dolores chuckled.
"You know it!" Bertha said, winking at her "Just giving him what he wants"
"Do you mind sharing?" Dolores asked with a teasing smile and without a word, Bertha leaned over to the side and pushed you a bit towards the middle of the couch but still right under one of her enormous cheeks, leaving your right side right under Dolores' large shadow as she plopped down. Now you were smothered between two super gigantic booties... what now?
The strange woman who stood on your doorstep looked you up and down once, before a wave of relief seemed to wash over her now that the door had opened.
“Blaise Santos?” She phrased your name like a question, but you could tell that she was almost sure she had the right person.
“Yeah? Sorry, I feel like I know you but I can’t quite place you, who are you?” You still couldn’t place who this woman was, so thought it was just easier to ask her.
“I don’t think we’ve actually met, but my daughter tells me you and her are friends. I’m Bertha,” as the stranger spoke her name, it finally clicked who she was, it was Snickers’ mom! You were briefly surprised that Snickers considered you a friend when you had barely interacted with her, but quickly moved on to wondering what her mom was doing on your doorstep.
“You see, my car decided to crap out on me just out front of your house and the recovery truck won’t be able to come take it for a few hours, so I figured I’d see if I could chill out in here while I wait?” Bertha seemed slightly stressed at the situation with her car, but as the conversation progressed you could see she was starting to relax.
Your parents had taught you the importance of manners, and you figured it would be pretty horrible to leave her out on the street while her car wasn’t working.
“Uh, yeah sure come in, do you want me to take a look at your car?” You didn’t really have much knowledge when it came to cars, but you felt that it was polite to at least offer.
“Nah, I already know what’s wrong with it, when I opened the hood there was some weird green liquid all over the inside of it, I think someone left it there as a prank maybe. Look, it got all over my hands,” the older woman wiped her hand off on your shirt before you could fully see what was on them, leaving a small amount of it on your shirt, before laughing to herself at what she must have thought was a funny joke.
Lillian for her part looked mildly annoyed at Bertha’s intrusion and “playful” behaviour, and looked like she was about to say something, but was interrupted by her phone buzzing. Pulling it out of her pocket and glancing at the screen, she groaned.
“Crap, I forgot that mom and I were taking Jordana out for lunch since she’s back from college, I’ve gotta go,” she gave one uneasy glance between you and Bertha, who was already pushing past the two of you, moving towards the kitchen to wash the strange green goop from her hands. Lilian lightly shook her head and moved towards the open door.
As Lillian left through the front door, she briefly looked back at you as the door closed behind her, as if she was second guessing leaving you alone with someone neither of you really knew.
Turning your attention back to Bertha, you followed her path into the kitchen, where you found her with her back to you, washing her hands in the sink. With her back facing you, your eyes were instantly drawn to the swell of her titanic backside, straining against a pair black leggings that may as well have been a second skin with how little they left to the imagination.
As Bertha washed her hands, she was lightly swaying her hips from side to side, causing her colossal butt cheeks to wobble and clap slightly as they impacted off of each other, seemingly easily overpowering what little fight her leggings gave in an effort to restrain them
Her backside was easily bigger than most of the women you knew, even managing to surpass Shiela’s in sheer size, and you couldn’t help but stare in sheer disbelief at it’s magnitude.
Your staring was interrupted when you heard Bertha clear her throat, and your gaze immediately averted from her titanic rear to take in her face, so you could see her looking at you with an amused smirk.
“If you want a closer look, all you need to do is ask,” she laughed as she saw you get flustered, before a gurgle emanated from deep in her stomach.
Using the sudden noise as a distraction, you fled in the direction of the living room, leaving Bertha alone in the kitchen. Dropping with an exasperated sigh onto the couch, you flipped on your tv in an effort to distract yourself from the far too playful stranger in your kitchen.
You faintly heard the sounds of activity in the kitchen, but decided to ignore it in favour of focusing on the tv.
It was a breaking news report about a thief who had broken into some government funded laboratory nearby, who stole some classified experiment and had been caught. Apparently he hadn’t been in possession of it when he was caught, so now there was a search going on to try and recover what he stole.
Before you could consider the implications of what it is that the thief stole, or even the fact that it had seemingly gone missing near where you live, you were distracted by the distinctive ding of a microwave, before Bertha entered the room, carrying a plate of 4 of your mom’s burritos, clearly just reheated in the microwave, and a large glass of your chocolate milk in the other.
“I hope you don’t mind, I was getting hungry…” she smirked at you teasingly.
You couldn’t believe how brazen Bertha was being in the home of a complete stranger! She barely knew you and now she was helping herself to your food!
Bertha strolled over to the couch in front of you, before smirking am spinning around, once again displaying her astronomical ass to you.
You expected her to sit next to you, since you were sitting on the middle cushion of the couch, so you didn’t pay much attention to which part of the couch her backside was dropping on to.
That is, you weren’t until your lap was where her backside fell.
The wind was knocked out of you as Bertha dropped down onto you, her titanic, rippling cheeks taking up your entire lap and spreading out to cover the entire couch cushion you were sitting on, as well as a small portion of both adjacent cushions as well.
“Ahh, this is a really comfortable seat,” Bertha feigned ignorance as she wiggled her hips on top of you, you suddenly felt Bertha jump in place slightly as she “suddenly realised” that she was sitting on you. “Oops, sorry Blaise, guess I need to watch where I’m sitting, huh! I would get off of you, but these burritos are getting cold, and I don’t want to let them get any colder, I’ll get off of you soon though, don’t worry.”
As she stifled a giggle, you were in utter disbelief. How could she think this was appropriate?
Your protests were suddenly replaced with a groan of discomfort as Bertha bounced in place on the seat a few times, bringing her weight to bear on top of your crotch and lower torso several times.
Bertha continued to shift her hips from side to side, slightly dragging your waist further into the embrace of her titanic backside, and putting more pressure down on your crotch, clearly in an attempt to get a more physical reaction out of you than the embarrassment she had been causing you previously.
“Now that I’m comfortable, let’s see what else is on tv,” Bertha grabbed the tv remote in one hand to change the channel, and stuffed half of one of the burritos in her mouth with the other. Finding a show she was happy with, she moaned appreciatively over the taste of the burrito. “God these are good!”
Any protests that you were about to make died in your throat, as a rumble spread from Bertha’s gut, reverberating through her body and causing the fatty cheeks on top of you to vibrate slightly. You didn’t know what the rumble was a precursor to, but a feeling of dread quickly spread through you as…
1) …the weight on top of you seems to increase slightly, as Bertha’s ass suddenly covers a larger portion of the couch, and your lap. It seems the green goop wasn’t a prank left by some kids, whatever it was appears to have done something to Bertha’s metabolism, and in your panic and confusion you realise it must have something to do with her eating. Bertha doesn’t seem to notice at the minute, she’s too focused on the second bite of burrito she’s savouring.
2) …Bertha suddenly let’s out a monumental fart, the force of which caused her backside to ripple and undulate over your waist, which caused Bertha to not feel what happened when the smell hit you. You suddenly felt dizzy, a sensation which only lasted a few seconds, but when it faded you realised that your view of the back of Bertha’s head, was now a view of between her shoulder blades. Had her fart shrank you?!
3) Just then, your house's doorbell was heard.
"Come in!" Bertha nonchalantly said and all you could do was hear someone open the door and some heavy footsteps.
"Oh, hey there!" Dolores said "I knew it was weird to hear your voice in Miriam's house. What's up?"
"My car's busted for the time being, and I asked this handsome gentleman to let me chill out here while the recovery truck takes it away" Bertha replied with a giggle, wiggling her huge butt on you some more.
"Well, I've got nothing better to do right now so if you guys don't mind I can join you" Dolores smiled.
"Sure!" Bertha enthusiastically smiled and you helplessly watched Dolores walk towards the couch and take a seat right next to her. Despite it being intended for 3 people, these 2 with their gigantic backsides take up all available space, and while you're right under Bertha's, you still feel Dolores' weight next to you.
"I see that you're getting quite up close and personal with lil' Blaise here" Dolores chuckled.
"You know it!" Bertha said, winking at her "Just giving him what he wants"
"Do you mind sharing?" Dolores asked with a teasing smile and without a word, Bertha leaned over to the side and pushed you a bit towards the middle of the couch but still right under one of her enormous cheeks, leaving your right side right under Dolores' large shadow as she plopped down. Now you were smothered between two super gigantic booties... what now?
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May 12, 2023
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