"Where did that boy go? I didn't hear his footsteps" Xóchitl muttered as she glanced at the sides, seeing no obvious hint of your (formerly tall) body. She was also confused since you weren't the kind of person to simply leave someone talking alone, you'd been raised better than that. However, she took a step back while trying to look around for you, and while to her it was a completely innocuous action, it wasn't so for you, as her titanic booty pretty much bulldozed its way towards you.
Acting on sheer raw reflex, you jumped and clung onto her tight leggings before her humongous cheeks squashed you along with the flower you'd been on. Fortunately for the plant at least, its branches were flexible enough to simply bend as Xóchitl backed into it, and similarly despite looking quite delicate, the red flower wasn't really damaged by being pressed against that big, soft behind, but you weren't willing to see for yourself if you'd be so lucky.
Once the panic began wearing off, your thought process resumed, and with it you realized that you were incredibly small, probably the size of an ant, and currently clinging onto one of the biggest butts you've ever seen. You gulped and looked around, wondering if you could get back down to the plant even if it carried some other risks, but it looked like Fortune wasn't smiling upon you and your immediate world shook cataclysmically as Xóchitl took a single step, causing her planetoid-sized meaty globe to jiggle and wobble near uncontrollably. Up until now, it had felt soft but obviously solid, but that notion instantly went out the window as it seemed to liquefy or turn into a pudding-like substance, giant rippling waves rushed past you and threatened to fling you off your grandma's oversized derriere, but you managed to hold on.
'Hmm... why would he leave so suddenly? I don't think he's got any flower allergies' Xóchitl thought, tapping her chin with a hand while the other did similarly but to her hip, sending many smaller jiggling waves your way. She quickly scanned the ground around her and she didn't see any recent footprints of yours. The grass in her garden tended to easily show those when someone recently walked on it, but the ones from when you came along with her had largely faded by now and she picked up on this, finding it all the more intriguing. But she wasn't concerned yet since as far as she knew, you two were in a safe place.
Xóchitl walked around, wondering if you'd somehow gone to check out some other plant despite it being odd that you'd suddenly leave so quietly but she ended up finding not a single clue on your whereabouts. She then chuckled and a theory came to mind: That you suddenly felt the need to go to the bathroom and were too embarrassed to let her know.
'That kid, always so shy' She thought, then went back to one of the flowering bushes to get one last whiff of the flowers' delicate fragrance before heading back to her house.
Meanwhile, you were treated to more cataclysmic shaking and jiggling, plus the swaying of your grandma's wide hips adding to the chaotic mess of each step she took. You even felt a little dizzy as the fleshy "wall" you clung to rippled and bounced against you. You clenched your teeth and sank your fingers extra hard into the squishy mass to ensure you wouldn't fall off, and it felt like you had some close calls after, the jiggling was simply that wild.
"Blaise! Sweetie, are you here?" Xóchitl still felt the need to ask even if she was nearly certain that you were. Old habits that died hard from when she lived in her homeland, where unfortunately, there were valid reasons to have these kinds of concerns. She got no answer.
'Maybe he went to take a shower?' She thought. The day was quite a hot one, and after working for hours upon hours in her garden she could almost feel her sweat gradually turning into a sort of steam, trying to cool off her admittedly vast body.
"Whew, I think we should turn the A/C on" She thought out loud and made sure to close the living room's windows and doors before she did exactly that, another old habit from her homeland where electricity was often far more expensive.
After setting the temperature to a nice chilly 18C (Roughly 64F) degrees, she walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of cool water for herself. You yourself already had a natural taste for water, as you seldom drank other stuff besides milk, with soda being more of an occasional treat and alcohol being out of the question, drinking coffee was also more of a rarity for you, though you could appreciate some cold milk coffee in the absence of chocolate milk.
Still, grandma Xóchitl is probably the person who engraved into your mind the importance of drinking plain water whenever you were actually thirsty. She often told you of how back in her day, the environment was less polluted and it was perfectly fine to get rainwater, or to drink fresh water from natural wells or even rivers from her home village, and that the water she's gotten in the cities she's lived in has never truly matched how good those were, but despite all that, she held that water was still the best drink for quenching thirst, which you personally agreed with. Your mom preferred mineral water for some reason and your dad joked that beer was the best.
Back on her humongous buttcheek, your idea of climbing up all the way to your grandma's ear looked more and more unfeasible, with her continuous walking motions, just avoiding getting flung off was hard enough, and you'd even slid down a little while trying to maintain your grip. It was hard to see, with such a monolithic blubbery globe taking up most of your visual field, but you could tell you were roughly at the very middle of her round cheek's expansive surface.
Your presence wasn't entirely unnoticed, but unfortunately it wasn't noticed in the way you wanted. Apparently, grandma Xóchitl subtly felt your tiny fingers clawing into her squishy flesh through her stretched-thin leggings, but she registered as a mere itch, a small one at that, and thus, she simply reached behind herself and with two fingers she scratched the approximate spot that itched, missing your diminutive form by very little, giving you the scare of a lifetime. You sighed in relief after she was done, feeling glad that like your mom, grandma Xóchitl kept her nails short.
With the itch dealt with, she felt like resting on her big comfy couch, an old one with pretty large cushions, but somehow it'd managed to withstand having her huge butt's sheer weight without as much wear and tear as one would expect, though this was bad news to you, as you saw that she took a few more steps and then, when you turned to get a look at what was behind you, you saw that it was one of the couch's cushions, but everything happened too fast for you to even keep up with, you rapidly descended, feeling like you were witnessing a meteor fall, but from the meteor's perspective. All you knew is that you were suddenly squashed and sandwiched between two vast, soft surfaces, one of which exerted an unfathomable weight upon you, though without suffering any harm other than some mild discomfort as warm gelatinous flesh engulfed your front and pinned you down, keeping you immobile.
Xóchitl turned her TV on and began channel surfing. She usually enjoyed nature documentaries, specially those that were about the jungle or the African savannahs. She assumed you took a shower and changed clothes to cool yourself, a thing that she'd taught you since you were very young, though funnily enough, that wasn't as strictly necessary at your home since the main rooms had A/C each, but it was useful still, such as in days when the lights went out for random reasons. Unaware of your current predicament, she wiggled her hips a little, getting comfortable. Over the years, the cushion she most often sat on was somewhat molded to the shape of her giant ass.
Under said giant ass, you felt that the humongous mass above you moved from side to side and it dragged you with it, but then again the surface of her cheek was so incredibly huge that you had no idea exactly where under her you were, and didn't believe it'd make much of a difference anyway. Since she'd felt you before, you decided to try clawing at her flesh with all your might to elicit another itch to hopefully get her to look for whatever is causing it and find you.
'Huh? That's strange... these clothes aren't usually itchy' She thought, feeling a faint itch under her left asscheek. She knew her couch was made of good stuff too, so it was unlikely that it was the cause. But, with it being a hot summer day, and having worked for hours in her garden, she felt a bit lazy to actually check and instead went for the easiest course of action, to wiggle her hips and scratch her butt using the couch cushion itself, plus it had the added benefit of helping to mold it further to her shape.
She bounced a little on the seat too, quickly turning what started out as a mild annoyance into a mini game of sorts, grinding her hips to relieve that odd itch, which as time went on she found more pleasant than annoying. Still, it only took a couple of minutes for it to disappear, much to her own disappointment.
'Awww, just when it was getting good' She thought with a quiet chuckle, and with that no longer occupying her thoughts, she remembered she was feeling pretty hot. Thankfully, having grown up in a tropical jungle made her more resistant to it than the average person, but that didn't mean she didn't feel the heat. To your fortune, what (relatively) little sweat she had on her skin either gathered within the canyon-esque recesses of her body, namely her cleavage and crack, or seeped into her clothes, which were usually made of cotton precisely to keep her as cool as possible.
For you, things became more complicated, your grandma's grinding and bouncing motions did nothing but drag you along with the undulations of her jiggling, rippling flesh until you were suddenly brought into a spot where you weren't completely engulfed by her marshmallow-like cheek. The air felt much more stale in here, with a saltiness that likely indicated sweat, reminding you where you were. Too tired to do anything, you counted your blessings and laid there, recovering what strength you could...
Acting on sheer raw reflex, you jumped and clung onto her tight leggings before her humongous cheeks squashed you along with the flower you'd been on. Fortunately for the plant at least, its branches were flexible enough to simply bend as Xóchitl backed into it, and similarly despite looking quite delicate, the red flower wasn't really damaged by being pressed against that big, soft behind, but you weren't willing to see for yourself if you'd be so lucky.
Once the panic began wearing off, your thought process resumed, and with it you realized that you were incredibly small, probably the size of an ant, and currently clinging onto one of the biggest butts you've ever seen. You gulped and looked around, wondering if you could get back down to the plant even if it carried some other risks, but it looked like Fortune wasn't smiling upon you and your immediate world shook cataclysmically as Xóchitl took a single step, causing her planetoid-sized meaty globe to jiggle and wobble near uncontrollably. Up until now, it had felt soft but obviously solid, but that notion instantly went out the window as it seemed to liquefy or turn into a pudding-like substance, giant rippling waves rushed past you and threatened to fling you off your grandma's oversized derriere, but you managed to hold on.
'Hmm... why would he leave so suddenly? I don't think he's got any flower allergies' Xóchitl thought, tapping her chin with a hand while the other did similarly but to her hip, sending many smaller jiggling waves your way. She quickly scanned the ground around her and she didn't see any recent footprints of yours. The grass in her garden tended to easily show those when someone recently walked on it, but the ones from when you came along with her had largely faded by now and she picked up on this, finding it all the more intriguing. But she wasn't concerned yet since as far as she knew, you two were in a safe place.
Xóchitl walked around, wondering if you'd somehow gone to check out some other plant despite it being odd that you'd suddenly leave so quietly but she ended up finding not a single clue on your whereabouts. She then chuckled and a theory came to mind: That you suddenly felt the need to go to the bathroom and were too embarrassed to let her know.
'That kid, always so shy' She thought, then went back to one of the flowering bushes to get one last whiff of the flowers' delicate fragrance before heading back to her house.
Meanwhile, you were treated to more cataclysmic shaking and jiggling, plus the swaying of your grandma's wide hips adding to the chaotic mess of each step she took. You even felt a little dizzy as the fleshy "wall" you clung to rippled and bounced against you. You clenched your teeth and sank your fingers extra hard into the squishy mass to ensure you wouldn't fall off, and it felt like you had some close calls after, the jiggling was simply that wild.
"Blaise! Sweetie, are you here?" Xóchitl still felt the need to ask even if she was nearly certain that you were. Old habits that died hard from when she lived in her homeland, where unfortunately, there were valid reasons to have these kinds of concerns. She got no answer.
'Maybe he went to take a shower?' She thought. The day was quite a hot one, and after working for hours upon hours in her garden she could almost feel her sweat gradually turning into a sort of steam, trying to cool off her admittedly vast body.
"Whew, I think we should turn the A/C on" She thought out loud and made sure to close the living room's windows and doors before she did exactly that, another old habit from her homeland where electricity was often far more expensive.
After setting the temperature to a nice chilly 18C (Roughly 64F) degrees, she walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of cool water for herself. You yourself already had a natural taste for water, as you seldom drank other stuff besides milk, with soda being more of an occasional treat and alcohol being out of the question, drinking coffee was also more of a rarity for you, though you could appreciate some cold milk coffee in the absence of chocolate milk.
Still, grandma Xóchitl is probably the person who engraved into your mind the importance of drinking plain water whenever you were actually thirsty. She often told you of how back in her day, the environment was less polluted and it was perfectly fine to get rainwater, or to drink fresh water from natural wells or even rivers from her home village, and that the water she's gotten in the cities she's lived in has never truly matched how good those were, but despite all that, she held that water was still the best drink for quenching thirst, which you personally agreed with. Your mom preferred mineral water for some reason and your dad joked that beer was the best.
Back on her humongous buttcheek, your idea of climbing up all the way to your grandma's ear looked more and more unfeasible, with her continuous walking motions, just avoiding getting flung off was hard enough, and you'd even slid down a little while trying to maintain your grip. It was hard to see, with such a monolithic blubbery globe taking up most of your visual field, but you could tell you were roughly at the very middle of her round cheek's expansive surface.
Your presence wasn't entirely unnoticed, but unfortunately it wasn't noticed in the way you wanted. Apparently, grandma Xóchitl subtly felt your tiny fingers clawing into her squishy flesh through her stretched-thin leggings, but she registered as a mere itch, a small one at that, and thus, she simply reached behind herself and with two fingers she scratched the approximate spot that itched, missing your diminutive form by very little, giving you the scare of a lifetime. You sighed in relief after she was done, feeling glad that like your mom, grandma Xóchitl kept her nails short.
With the itch dealt with, she felt like resting on her big comfy couch, an old one with pretty large cushions, but somehow it'd managed to withstand having her huge butt's sheer weight without as much wear and tear as one would expect, though this was bad news to you, as you saw that she took a few more steps and then, when you turned to get a look at what was behind you, you saw that it was one of the couch's cushions, but everything happened too fast for you to even keep up with, you rapidly descended, feeling like you were witnessing a meteor fall, but from the meteor's perspective. All you knew is that you were suddenly squashed and sandwiched between two vast, soft surfaces, one of which exerted an unfathomable weight upon you, though without suffering any harm other than some mild discomfort as warm gelatinous flesh engulfed your front and pinned you down, keeping you immobile.
Xóchitl turned her TV on and began channel surfing. She usually enjoyed nature documentaries, specially those that were about the jungle or the African savannahs. She assumed you took a shower and changed clothes to cool yourself, a thing that she'd taught you since you were very young, though funnily enough, that wasn't as strictly necessary at your home since the main rooms had A/C each, but it was useful still, such as in days when the lights went out for random reasons. Unaware of your current predicament, she wiggled her hips a little, getting comfortable. Over the years, the cushion she most often sat on was somewhat molded to the shape of her giant ass.
Under said giant ass, you felt that the humongous mass above you moved from side to side and it dragged you with it, but then again the surface of her cheek was so incredibly huge that you had no idea exactly where under her you were, and didn't believe it'd make much of a difference anyway. Since she'd felt you before, you decided to try clawing at her flesh with all your might to elicit another itch to hopefully get her to look for whatever is causing it and find you.
'Huh? That's strange... these clothes aren't usually itchy' She thought, feeling a faint itch under her left asscheek. She knew her couch was made of good stuff too, so it was unlikely that it was the cause. But, with it being a hot summer day, and having worked for hours in her garden, she felt a bit lazy to actually check and instead went for the easiest course of action, to wiggle her hips and scratch her butt using the couch cushion itself, plus it had the added benefit of helping to mold it further to her shape.
She bounced a little on the seat too, quickly turning what started out as a mild annoyance into a mini game of sorts, grinding her hips to relieve that odd itch, which as time went on she found more pleasant than annoying. Still, it only took a couple of minutes for it to disappear, much to her own disappointment.
'Awww, just when it was getting good' She thought with a quiet chuckle, and with that no longer occupying her thoughts, she remembered she was feeling pretty hot. Thankfully, having grown up in a tropical jungle made her more resistant to it than the average person, but that didn't mean she didn't feel the heat. To your fortune, what (relatively) little sweat she had on her skin either gathered within the canyon-esque recesses of her body, namely her cleavage and crack, or seeped into her clothes, which were usually made of cotton precisely to keep her as cool as possible.
For you, things became more complicated, your grandma's grinding and bouncing motions did nothing but drag you along with the undulations of her jiggling, rippling flesh until you were suddenly brought into a spot where you weren't completely engulfed by her marshmallow-like cheek. The air felt much more stale in here, with a saltiness that likely indicated sweat, reminding you where you were. Too tired to do anything, you counted your blessings and laid there, recovering what strength you could...
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May 12, 2023
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