At this very moment, you would've preferred the gigantic ass you found yourself plummeting down towards to have been Zuemy's, Maggie's or hell, even Lillian's despite her constant gas. This girl was unknown and as far as you could tell, unpredictable, boasting abilities clearly beyond the scope of regular humans. And her fart had been significantly worse than Lillian's. However, the most worrying thing was that she apparently intended to hand you over to your mom!
You slid in between Caren's bulbous cheeks, which were slightly slick with a thin layer of sweat. Said sweat only made it so that you slid down even faster all while feeling their doughy warmth that became increasingly overbearing the deeper you went. By the time friction stopped you, you were in complete darkness, feeling as if you were submerged in an ocean of heavy, warm marshmallows.
She smiled. She had already sensed that you were the kind of guy that she'd love to play with and satisfy her own horny urges, but getting verbal confirmation from yourself that you were attracted to girl's bottoms was the cherry on top for her. Giggling, she patted one of her big buttcheeks, knowing very well that its jiggling would feel like an earthquake for you. After all, she had also been on the receiving end of that kind of thing herself.
No one had ever come up with a proper explanation for the strange ability she was born with, throughout her life she can been called a mutant, a witch, an escaped lab experiment and a gifted disciple of God among many other things. Caren possesses the unique ability to shrink things, both living and inanimate, as well as restoring their proper size, though she can't make them grow larger than that. She can also use her ability on herself, which allowed her to explore the world in a way different manner and experience things that wouldn't have been possible otherwise.
For Caren herself, most importantly, it allowed her to indulge in her own fetishes. She has a thing for both her own ass and other girls' who are well endowed in the back, plus, she greatly enjoys passing gas and smelling those of girls' with juicy, plump booties. Her own younger sister was the one who did the most indulging for her, as she had a large, round and extremely soft ass even if it was smaller than Caren's and she had extremely rancid farts, whose stench Caren could never get enough of.
Her mood regarding fetishes was somewhat erratic, and while many days she felt like groping and kneading girls' big butts and get farted on by them, there were days where she wanted to inflict that herself upon someone of her choosing. And today, you happened to be that someone.
In the dark depths of her crack, you bounced and got jostled in between her ginormous cheeks which tried to occupy absolutely every square inch of available space and it meant that you remained engulfed by them, feeling like you were one of those pieces of fruit inside jello cakes. The inadvertent pun that originated from that thought wasn't lost to you, causing you to groan in annoyance, somehow taking your mind off the fact that you had essentially been kidnapped by a complete stranger.
Caren walked gleefully, with an extra sway to her hips and an added bounce to her step, thoroughly enjoying the tiny lump that got squished between her hefty cheeks. She got enough of a read of you to tell that despite your embarrassment and all, deep down you weren't entirely hating the experience. She thought about the small amount of sweat that collected in her crack, a result of her walking around in those stuffy nun's habits on a hot summer day but her cotton leggings, despite being stretched to their absolute thinnest, were doing a pretty decent job catching most of it, so she figured you could deal with what remained. She was heading for the Mayor's office, which wasn't too far away, and while the Mayor was most likely away, it was her trusty assistant who she intended to meet...
[Flashback]
As the Church, amongst many other religious groups, was an important part of the community, it wasn't unusual at all for the priest and nuns there to meet with the city's Mayor, which, in Storm Valley's case was Patricia Clark. Despite her very unorthodox mannerisms, and appearing to be lazy, it was undeniable that the big, beautiful lady took her job seriously, and she made sure to personally meet every single representative of any relevant groups in the city that had any involvement with the community.
For the most part, many of these meetings were formalities, such as issuing or renewing permissions, performing some joint coordination for community activities and at times, active counsel on how to direct the Church's efforts to help the city. That was without mentioning that Patricia was quite a devout woman herself, though she knew that as long as she was on the clock, the church and the state needed to stay separated, but she was one of those people who believed that religion in general helped give people a moral compass, and that in that way, it functioned as the "heart" of the city while the government itself was the "head".
Due to having to meet up with many people throughout the day, there were many times when the Mayor wasn't able to attend in person but on those times she'd send her trusted assistant and de-facto right-hand woman, Miriam Santos, a beautiful lady that caught the eye of many and won over the hearts of many more, including Caren herself.
The graceful way with which Miriam carried herself along with her large curves would be the envy of many women a decade younger, and that was without accounting for the fact that Miriam herself could easily be mistaken for someone to be in their early 20's, such was her enchanting look, the radiant beauty of a mother mixed in with the looks of a younger woman. The way her large behind wobbled and jiggled as she walked while wearing business skirts made Caren almost faint more than once, and even more so when she had the chance to actually interact with her, finding to be extremely easygoing and jovial, a lady that loved life. The two enjoyed small talk while Caren gave her an improvised tour of the Church, and later they headed outside to have lunch.
Around that time, there was a moment where Caren couldn't resist and, unable to help herself, ended up groping one of the Mexican beauty's bulbous cheeks, feeling their sheer softness as her fingers greedily sank into the plump, doughy mass. Miriam was briefly startled by the unexpected touch, but when she saw that it had been the pretty nun with silver hair and golden eyes, she simply laughed it off in a most nonchalant way.
"You could've asked if you wanted to get a handful that badly" Miriam chuckled to a beet red Caren, who hadn't anticipated such a warm reaction.
"Don't worry, I understand. They're 100% real" Miriam said with a playful wink "They got quite a bit bigger when I got pregnant, and I guess that baby weight refused to quit ever since" She shrugged "It's probably more fat than muscle though. Walking around can only do so much" She said, groping her own buttcheek to feel its squishy consistency.
"Happens to all of us once we get to a certain age. But you don't need to worry about that for about 10 more years" She giggled.
"It's perfect the way it is" Caren said with an adorable look that caught Miriam off guard for a moment. She said that so earnestly that there was no way she could have faked it, a compliment that truly came from the heart.
"Really? Thank you! I guess you're the third person who's told me that" Miriam laughed a little.
"Who were the other two, if you don't mind me asking?" Caren raised an eyebrow but also had a cheeky smile.
"My husband's one. The other is my sweet baby boy" Miriam said, cooing when she said the latter part.
"Oh?" Caren expected the first part of that answer but not the other.
"Yeah. Sometimes I worry that annoy him too much" Miriam chuckled "Since my husband is busy most of the time, it's my son whom I ask if my butt looks good with certain clothes or if he can spot any stretch marks, but he always tells me that it looks perfect! Such a sweet angel"
"Interesting..." Caren said quietly.
"Oh, I could tell you so much more about it. I often sit on his lap, kind of a playful thing, reminiscing when he used to sit on mine. I know I'm a bit heavier than most but he's never complained" Miriam said "I remember when he was little, his head would only reach up to around here" Miriam said, making a gesture that indicated her hip level.
"When the poor little sweetheart tried to give me a hug from behind he'd get his face sandwiched by my buns! I loved that to be honest, it was like a warm, cozy hug"
"Sounds like a good boy" Caren smiled. At that moment, she saw a gleam in Miriam's eyes that she hadn't noticed before. And speaking of her eyes, she realized that they weren't as common. They were actually black, it was almost impossible to tell her iris from her pupils apart, adding to her enchanting aura, almost as if those black eyes were even rarer and more mystical than her own.
"Oh, he is. Not to brag or anything, but I made sure to raise a fine gentleman, you know. I'm not saying this just because I'm his mom, but he's actually pretty good looking, he's gotten his dad's frame but he mostly got my face and eyes" Miriam blushed a little "Well, he will always be my little baby to me, but even I can tell you that he's become quite the catch"
Caren had a more intrigued look and nonverbally prompted Miriam to go on.
"He took the best from his father and myself. But the poor boy lacks confidence, I've seen it time and time again, he acts like he's the ugly duckling when he's already turned into the beautiful swan" Miriam spoke with a mix of affection and exasperation that sounded very motherly at that moment.
"You know... I wanna make sure he marries a good girl and hopefully gives me grandchildren soon. I'd ask you if you'd be interested but I know a nun's vows prohibit that kind of thing" She whispered.
"Hmm? Oh, don't worry about that, I'm only a part-time nun" Caren said "But what if I said I'm interested?"
You slid in between Caren's bulbous cheeks, which were slightly slick with a thin layer of sweat. Said sweat only made it so that you slid down even faster all while feeling their doughy warmth that became increasingly overbearing the deeper you went. By the time friction stopped you, you were in complete darkness, feeling as if you were submerged in an ocean of heavy, warm marshmallows.
She smiled. She had already sensed that you were the kind of guy that she'd love to play with and satisfy her own horny urges, but getting verbal confirmation from yourself that you were attracted to girl's bottoms was the cherry on top for her. Giggling, she patted one of her big buttcheeks, knowing very well that its jiggling would feel like an earthquake for you. After all, she had also been on the receiving end of that kind of thing herself.
No one had ever come up with a proper explanation for the strange ability she was born with, throughout her life she can been called a mutant, a witch, an escaped lab experiment and a gifted disciple of God among many other things. Caren possesses the unique ability to shrink things, both living and inanimate, as well as restoring their proper size, though she can't make them grow larger than that. She can also use her ability on herself, which allowed her to explore the world in a way different manner and experience things that wouldn't have been possible otherwise.
For Caren herself, most importantly, it allowed her to indulge in her own fetishes. She has a thing for both her own ass and other girls' who are well endowed in the back, plus, she greatly enjoys passing gas and smelling those of girls' with juicy, plump booties. Her own younger sister was the one who did the most indulging for her, as she had a large, round and extremely soft ass even if it was smaller than Caren's and she had extremely rancid farts, whose stench Caren could never get enough of.
Her mood regarding fetishes was somewhat erratic, and while many days she felt like groping and kneading girls' big butts and get farted on by them, there were days where she wanted to inflict that herself upon someone of her choosing. And today, you happened to be that someone.
In the dark depths of her crack, you bounced and got jostled in between her ginormous cheeks which tried to occupy absolutely every square inch of available space and it meant that you remained engulfed by them, feeling like you were one of those pieces of fruit inside jello cakes. The inadvertent pun that originated from that thought wasn't lost to you, causing you to groan in annoyance, somehow taking your mind off the fact that you had essentially been kidnapped by a complete stranger.
Caren walked gleefully, with an extra sway to her hips and an added bounce to her step, thoroughly enjoying the tiny lump that got squished between her hefty cheeks. She got enough of a read of you to tell that despite your embarrassment and all, deep down you weren't entirely hating the experience. She thought about the small amount of sweat that collected in her crack, a result of her walking around in those stuffy nun's habits on a hot summer day but her cotton leggings, despite being stretched to their absolute thinnest, were doing a pretty decent job catching most of it, so she figured you could deal with what remained. She was heading for the Mayor's office, which wasn't too far away, and while the Mayor was most likely away, it was her trusty assistant who she intended to meet...
[Flashback]
As the Church, amongst many other religious groups, was an important part of the community, it wasn't unusual at all for the priest and nuns there to meet with the city's Mayor, which, in Storm Valley's case was Patricia Clark. Despite her very unorthodox mannerisms, and appearing to be lazy, it was undeniable that the big, beautiful lady took her job seriously, and she made sure to personally meet every single representative of any relevant groups in the city that had any involvement with the community.
For the most part, many of these meetings were formalities, such as issuing or renewing permissions, performing some joint coordination for community activities and at times, active counsel on how to direct the Church's efforts to help the city. That was without mentioning that Patricia was quite a devout woman herself, though she knew that as long as she was on the clock, the church and the state needed to stay separated, but she was one of those people who believed that religion in general helped give people a moral compass, and that in that way, it functioned as the "heart" of the city while the government itself was the "head".
Due to having to meet up with many people throughout the day, there were many times when the Mayor wasn't able to attend in person but on those times she'd send her trusted assistant and de-facto right-hand woman, Miriam Santos, a beautiful lady that caught the eye of many and won over the hearts of many more, including Caren herself.
The graceful way with which Miriam carried herself along with her large curves would be the envy of many women a decade younger, and that was without accounting for the fact that Miriam herself could easily be mistaken for someone to be in their early 20's, such was her enchanting look, the radiant beauty of a mother mixed in with the looks of a younger woman. The way her large behind wobbled and jiggled as she walked while wearing business skirts made Caren almost faint more than once, and even more so when she had the chance to actually interact with her, finding to be extremely easygoing and jovial, a lady that loved life. The two enjoyed small talk while Caren gave her an improvised tour of the Church, and later they headed outside to have lunch.
Around that time, there was a moment where Caren couldn't resist and, unable to help herself, ended up groping one of the Mexican beauty's bulbous cheeks, feeling their sheer softness as her fingers greedily sank into the plump, doughy mass. Miriam was briefly startled by the unexpected touch, but when she saw that it had been the pretty nun with silver hair and golden eyes, she simply laughed it off in a most nonchalant way.
"You could've asked if you wanted to get a handful that badly" Miriam chuckled to a beet red Caren, who hadn't anticipated such a warm reaction.
"Don't worry, I understand. They're 100% real" Miriam said with a playful wink "They got quite a bit bigger when I got pregnant, and I guess that baby weight refused to quit ever since" She shrugged "It's probably more fat than muscle though. Walking around can only do so much" She said, groping her own buttcheek to feel its squishy consistency.
"Happens to all of us once we get to a certain age. But you don't need to worry about that for about 10 more years" She giggled.
"It's perfect the way it is" Caren said with an adorable look that caught Miriam off guard for a moment. She said that so earnestly that there was no way she could have faked it, a compliment that truly came from the heart.
"Really? Thank you! I guess you're the third person who's told me that" Miriam laughed a little.
"Who were the other two, if you don't mind me asking?" Caren raised an eyebrow but also had a cheeky smile.
"My husband's one. The other is my sweet baby boy" Miriam said, cooing when she said the latter part.
"Oh?" Caren expected the first part of that answer but not the other.
"Yeah. Sometimes I worry that annoy him too much" Miriam chuckled "Since my husband is busy most of the time, it's my son whom I ask if my butt looks good with certain clothes or if he can spot any stretch marks, but he always tells me that it looks perfect! Such a sweet angel"
"Interesting..." Caren said quietly.
"Oh, I could tell you so much more about it. I often sit on his lap, kind of a playful thing, reminiscing when he used to sit on mine. I know I'm a bit heavier than most but he's never complained" Miriam said "I remember when he was little, his head would only reach up to around here" Miriam said, making a gesture that indicated her hip level.
"When the poor little sweetheart tried to give me a hug from behind he'd get his face sandwiched by my buns! I loved that to be honest, it was like a warm, cozy hug"
"Sounds like a good boy" Caren smiled. At that moment, she saw a gleam in Miriam's eyes that she hadn't noticed before. And speaking of her eyes, she realized that they weren't as common. They were actually black, it was almost impossible to tell her iris from her pupils apart, adding to her enchanting aura, almost as if those black eyes were even rarer and more mystical than her own.
"Oh, he is. Not to brag or anything, but I made sure to raise a fine gentleman, you know. I'm not saying this just because I'm his mom, but he's actually pretty good looking, he's gotten his dad's frame but he mostly got my face and eyes" Miriam blushed a little "Well, he will always be my little baby to me, but even I can tell you that he's become quite the catch"
Caren had a more intrigued look and nonverbally prompted Miriam to go on.
"He took the best from his father and myself. But the poor boy lacks confidence, I've seen it time and time again, he acts like he's the ugly duckling when he's already turned into the beautiful swan" Miriam spoke with a mix of affection and exasperation that sounded very motherly at that moment.
"You know... I wanna make sure he marries a good girl and hopefully gives me grandchildren soon. I'd ask you if you'd be interested but I know a nun's vows prohibit that kind of thing" She whispered.
"Hmm? Oh, don't worry about that, I'm only a part-time nun" Caren said "But what if I said I'm interested?"
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