You gulped. On the one hand, you felt some kind of relief to see a familiar face, and your mom of all people was pretty reassuring. But she was way too huge, and you were even worried she might not even recognize you, but then again, you had a small house fit to your scale, that had to have come from somewhere. You looked at her face and noticed that she was staring right at you with a smile.
"Good morning my little sleepyhead!" She greeted you with a giggle "I'm surprised you were up this early on your own"
Going off her attitude, she didn't seem the least bit fazed at your size, but then you recalled what you saw in your phone, this was another reality, so, some sort of alternate universe, another world... and apparently, in this one you were expected to be this small. You'd need to try and gather a lot of info, but needed to be casual about it or you could be seen as crazy, many series, stories and even some anime taught you that.
"Heh, I guess even I can wake up early sometimes..." You casually laughed, scratching your head while trying to discreetly see what time it even was. Then the ground under your feet, which was the wooden surface of the nightstand, slightly shook and you heard what sounded like a low grumbling growl.
"W-What was that?!" You asked, startled by it.
"That was going to be your wakeup alarm! But you got lucky, I guess..." Miriam nonchalantly laughed, patting her slight belly. It took you a minute to process what she said, but then it hit you and you froze where you stood. She then picked you up, her fingers were as massive as large skyscrapers, but she was dexterous enough to only gently grab you without hurting you and put you on top of one of said fingertips. She then raised you towards her face, and even though you expected to feel vertigo, again it seemed she was quite experienced in handling someone your size, she carefully brought you to her face.
You saw her plump pink lips, she seldom ever wore lipstick, and didn't seem to need it either, but now, even they were enormous fleshy structures that their size alone made it difficult for you to accept that they were living tissue. Their wrinkles alone were like canyons in their own right, at least to you.
"Mom?" You asked nervously, seeing that she was holding you right before them.
They curled into a smile and before you knew it, you were pushed into them, and it took you a moment to understand she was giving you a truly titanic kiss. And it wasn't going to be just one, your mom bombarded you with what seemed to be an endless barrage of gigantic kisses, her lips gently pressed into you and engulfed most of your body in their warm, soft mass.
Despite the extreme size difference from what you had ever experienced before, something about them still felt like your mom's typical kisses, and distinct enough from Lulu's or Sheila's flirty playful ones. As huge as she was, she was still your mom (from another reality though) and she just seemed to love showering you with affection. Several minutes later, which felt like hours to you, she finally stopped, but she withdrew her finger, leaving you on her bottom lip and rolled into one of its wrinkles. You then heard her booming laughter before she carefully picked you up again and put you on her fingertip.
"Aww, I wish I could keep you on my lips all day one day" She said "It'd be like a day full of kisses for you!" she giggled, and by the look in her face, she was already imagining the scenario. You imagined it too and shuddered, but more because of all the possible practical dangers such a thing would involve and not because you suspected any kind of malice on your mom's part, you knew she was just silly and overly loving, and got a feeling that your current size only helped amplify the latter.
"Uh... so... what's next today? I can't seem to remember" You said, hoping that being sleepy worked well enough as a cover for the fact that you knew nothing of what your life was supposed to be like in here.
"Oh! That's simple!" She said "It's breakfast time! Can't go have a full day of activity on an empty stomach!" She said in a mock-stern tone, but couldn't help but laugh at the end. That sounded harmless enough, and her laughter helped ease your mood, so you nodded in agreement.
"Alright! But, mom... err... no offense, I know you're the ultimate supreme cook in the whole universe and all that but... can you... you know... make food my size? Isn't it too much trouble?" You asked. She blushed a little at your compliment and smiled tenderly. She also cooed and kissed you again for that compliment before putting you back on her fingertip.
"Of course it's not a problem, what are you talking about? I can cook your food just fine and we just shrink it" She explained.
'So shrinking tech is a thing, huh... somehow I'm not as surprised as I should...' You thought.
'Does that mean there are other people my size? I doubt it's a custom made thing just for me...' You then wondered.
"Even if I couldn't for whatever reason your father is more than competent enough in the kitchen, he's your size so he's probably even better at calculating portions than I am" She chuckled. Now you learned that your dad was also afflicted by this condition, whatever it was.
"Anyway, right now, there's not that much time to go cook a whole breakfast, but there's no need either" She said, the latter part in a softer tone that intrigued you.
"Why?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. She giggled in response.
"Because! I've already got the very best, most nutritious and filling breakfast to fill you with energy for the whole day. And it's real fresh too" She said. You wondered if this was some fruit or vegetable from Mexico that she just recently found in a local store, by how that sounded, though she seemed to favor meat more than vegetables otherwise. Before you could even ask anything else, she lowered you towards her chest.
"Huh?!" Your mom's finger brought you closer and closer to her chest, but you had no idea why. Then, before you knew it, the finger you were on reached for her left bra cup and slid inside of it, dropping you on the inside of it before withdrawing.
"Mom?" You asked, finding yourself trapped in her bra, when her finger retreated, the immense wall of fabric pushed you into her soft flesh, which felt also somewhat cool, though it gave off a faint warmth of its own still.
"Mom?!" You gulped. Why did she put you here? Was this her means of transporting you?
"Breakfast's served sweetie" Miriam said with a subtle giggle at the end of that phrase.
"B-But there's nothing to eat here!" You complained.
"What are you talking about? You're right before it" She replied and slightly shook her chest, which caused a series of giant waves of squishy mammary flesh to hit you and bounce you on it. You put two and two together and went pale.
'She's gotta be kidding me!' You thought, feeling as if you'd petrify at any moment from sheer horror.
"What's wrong honey?" She asked in a sincerely concerned tone "Just lick or tickle my nipple for a bit, I'm sure I have more than plenty to feed you" She instructed in such a casual way that you just felt your entire mind crash worse than a Pentium computer trying to run Windows 10.
'What the hell is wrong with this world?!' You said, punching whatever you were on. It felt soft, but different from your mom's lips or the skin on her fingertip. There was some light that penetrated even the two layers of clothing between you and the outside world, and it let you see what you just had hit.
'Oh god' You thought as you saw you were right on top of your mom's house-sized nipple, and it slightly twitched at your touch.
"Exactly like that" Said a satisfied sounding Miriam. The worst part was that she was absolutely serious, this wasn't a joke, she seriously meant to feed you with her milk for breakfast. You shuddered and considered the possibility of going wherever after this on an empty stomach, but you quickly realized she'd know you hadn't been fed, and knowing her, she wouldn't let you get away with it.
Reluctantly, very reluctantly, you grabbed the dark pink flesh you were on and kneaded it. Everything around you shook and heard your mom sigh pleasurably, she clearly enjoyed this, which only made you shudder. Still, you kept on doing this until you felt a sweet smell permeate the area, and just then, very small drops of milk appeared all around the nipple's surface. You remembered Biology class, one day, the teacher taught that nipples worked more like a watering can rather than like a hose, apparently clearing some misconceptions some students had mentioned before. Each of these minuscule droplets was easily like a gallon's worth of milk to you.
Taking a deep breath, you hoped that if there was a God somewhere, that They wouldn't judge this action as a sin. You used your hands to form a cup and gather some of the milk to drink. You shuddered just at feeling its creamy consistence in your hands, but you knew you needed sustenance, and pressed on, drinking the thing. It ended up tasting actually good, like really good. Better than the whole cow's milk you often used to make your chocolate milk, and that thought made you shiver and get mixed feelings. You repeated the process, and found it easier with each successive time. Before you even realized, you had drunk the entire droplet yourself, filling you just as much as a nice plate of scrambled eggs or a decent piece of steak.
"Good!" Miriam said "I would've preferred that you licked it, but that works" she giggled, then...
"Good morning my little sleepyhead!" She greeted you with a giggle "I'm surprised you were up this early on your own"
Going off her attitude, she didn't seem the least bit fazed at your size, but then you recalled what you saw in your phone, this was another reality, so, some sort of alternate universe, another world... and apparently, in this one you were expected to be this small. You'd need to try and gather a lot of info, but needed to be casual about it or you could be seen as crazy, many series, stories and even some anime taught you that.
"Heh, I guess even I can wake up early sometimes..." You casually laughed, scratching your head while trying to discreetly see what time it even was. Then the ground under your feet, which was the wooden surface of the nightstand, slightly shook and you heard what sounded like a low grumbling growl.
"W-What was that?!" You asked, startled by it.
"That was going to be your wakeup alarm! But you got lucky, I guess..." Miriam nonchalantly laughed, patting her slight belly. It took you a minute to process what she said, but then it hit you and you froze where you stood. She then picked you up, her fingers were as massive as large skyscrapers, but she was dexterous enough to only gently grab you without hurting you and put you on top of one of said fingertips. She then raised you towards her face, and even though you expected to feel vertigo, again it seemed she was quite experienced in handling someone your size, she carefully brought you to her face.
You saw her plump pink lips, she seldom ever wore lipstick, and didn't seem to need it either, but now, even they were enormous fleshy structures that their size alone made it difficult for you to accept that they were living tissue. Their wrinkles alone were like canyons in their own right, at least to you.
"Mom?" You asked nervously, seeing that she was holding you right before them.
They curled into a smile and before you knew it, you were pushed into them, and it took you a moment to understand she was giving you a truly titanic kiss. And it wasn't going to be just one, your mom bombarded you with what seemed to be an endless barrage of gigantic kisses, her lips gently pressed into you and engulfed most of your body in their warm, soft mass.
Despite the extreme size difference from what you had ever experienced before, something about them still felt like your mom's typical kisses, and distinct enough from Lulu's or Sheila's flirty playful ones. As huge as she was, she was still your mom (from another reality though) and she just seemed to love showering you with affection. Several minutes later, which felt like hours to you, she finally stopped, but she withdrew her finger, leaving you on her bottom lip and rolled into one of its wrinkles. You then heard her booming laughter before she carefully picked you up again and put you on her fingertip.
"Aww, I wish I could keep you on my lips all day one day" She said "It'd be like a day full of kisses for you!" she giggled, and by the look in her face, she was already imagining the scenario. You imagined it too and shuddered, but more because of all the possible practical dangers such a thing would involve and not because you suspected any kind of malice on your mom's part, you knew she was just silly and overly loving, and got a feeling that your current size only helped amplify the latter.
"Uh... so... what's next today? I can't seem to remember" You said, hoping that being sleepy worked well enough as a cover for the fact that you knew nothing of what your life was supposed to be like in here.
"Oh! That's simple!" She said "It's breakfast time! Can't go have a full day of activity on an empty stomach!" She said in a mock-stern tone, but couldn't help but laugh at the end. That sounded harmless enough, and her laughter helped ease your mood, so you nodded in agreement.
"Alright! But, mom... err... no offense, I know you're the ultimate supreme cook in the whole universe and all that but... can you... you know... make food my size? Isn't it too much trouble?" You asked. She blushed a little at your compliment and smiled tenderly. She also cooed and kissed you again for that compliment before putting you back on her fingertip.
"Of course it's not a problem, what are you talking about? I can cook your food just fine and we just shrink it" She explained.
'So shrinking tech is a thing, huh... somehow I'm not as surprised as I should...' You thought.
'Does that mean there are other people my size? I doubt it's a custom made thing just for me...' You then wondered.
"Even if I couldn't for whatever reason your father is more than competent enough in the kitchen, he's your size so he's probably even better at calculating portions than I am" She chuckled. Now you learned that your dad was also afflicted by this condition, whatever it was.
"Anyway, right now, there's not that much time to go cook a whole breakfast, but there's no need either" She said, the latter part in a softer tone that intrigued you.
"Why?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. She giggled in response.
"Because! I've already got the very best, most nutritious and filling breakfast to fill you with energy for the whole day. And it's real fresh too" She said. You wondered if this was some fruit or vegetable from Mexico that she just recently found in a local store, by how that sounded, though she seemed to favor meat more than vegetables otherwise. Before you could even ask anything else, she lowered you towards her chest.
"Huh?!" Your mom's finger brought you closer and closer to her chest, but you had no idea why. Then, before you knew it, the finger you were on reached for her left bra cup and slid inside of it, dropping you on the inside of it before withdrawing.
"Mom?" You asked, finding yourself trapped in her bra, when her finger retreated, the immense wall of fabric pushed you into her soft flesh, which felt also somewhat cool, though it gave off a faint warmth of its own still.
"Mom?!" You gulped. Why did she put you here? Was this her means of transporting you?
"Breakfast's served sweetie" Miriam said with a subtle giggle at the end of that phrase.
"B-But there's nothing to eat here!" You complained.
"What are you talking about? You're right before it" She replied and slightly shook her chest, which caused a series of giant waves of squishy mammary flesh to hit you and bounce you on it. You put two and two together and went pale.
'She's gotta be kidding me!' You thought, feeling as if you'd petrify at any moment from sheer horror.
"What's wrong honey?" She asked in a sincerely concerned tone "Just lick or tickle my nipple for a bit, I'm sure I have more than plenty to feed you" She instructed in such a casual way that you just felt your entire mind crash worse than a Pentium computer trying to run Windows 10.
'What the hell is wrong with this world?!' You said, punching whatever you were on. It felt soft, but different from your mom's lips or the skin on her fingertip. There was some light that penetrated even the two layers of clothing between you and the outside world, and it let you see what you just had hit.
'Oh god' You thought as you saw you were right on top of your mom's house-sized nipple, and it slightly twitched at your touch.
"Exactly like that" Said a satisfied sounding Miriam. The worst part was that she was absolutely serious, this wasn't a joke, she seriously meant to feed you with her milk for breakfast. You shuddered and considered the possibility of going wherever after this on an empty stomach, but you quickly realized she'd know you hadn't been fed, and knowing her, she wouldn't let you get away with it.
Reluctantly, very reluctantly, you grabbed the dark pink flesh you were on and kneaded it. Everything around you shook and heard your mom sigh pleasurably, she clearly enjoyed this, which only made you shudder. Still, you kept on doing this until you felt a sweet smell permeate the area, and just then, very small drops of milk appeared all around the nipple's surface. You remembered Biology class, one day, the teacher taught that nipples worked more like a watering can rather than like a hose, apparently clearing some misconceptions some students had mentioned before. Each of these minuscule droplets was easily like a gallon's worth of milk to you.
Taking a deep breath, you hoped that if there was a God somewhere, that They wouldn't judge this action as a sin. You used your hands to form a cup and gather some of the milk to drink. You shuddered just at feeling its creamy consistence in your hands, but you knew you needed sustenance, and pressed on, drinking the thing. It ended up tasting actually good, like really good. Better than the whole cow's milk you often used to make your chocolate milk, and that thought made you shiver and get mixed feelings. You repeated the process, and found it easier with each successive time. Before you even realized, you had drunk the entire droplet yourself, filling you just as much as a nice plate of scrambled eggs or a decent piece of steak.
"Good!" Miriam said "I would've preferred that you licked it, but that works" she giggled, then...
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