It was none other than Zuleima, Zuemy's and Zoey's mother. You raised an eyebrow. In your universe, she was a scientist, yes, but not necessarily a doctor... or you weren't sure, you never really asked, but since she worked with your father at a tech company, you figured she was a tech-related scientist. Then again this might just be one of the divergences between this world and yours. You shook your head as if to shake off the impending headache that overthinking things would give you, but still took a mental note to start keeping track of the differences between this world and yours.
"Hello there Blaise" Zuleima warmly greeted you. You hadn't interacted with her all that much, yet, you vaguely sensed that she was neutral to you at best, unlike, say, Sheila. However, this greeting didn't sound forced. Maybe Zuleima was kinder in this world? Who knows. Come to think of it, how did she even know you were there?! Oh, right, the dual appointment...
"You brought him, didn't you?" She said to Miriam, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course! But he was napping... you know, teenagers" Your mom giggled "Not that I mind... I wish he had more naps like that"
"Motherly contact is really good for micros so, even I might recommend having some more of those, but let's not get ahead of ourselves" Zuleima chuckled and waited as Miriam carefully reached into her bra cup and scooped you up in her fingernail. The sudden change from the darkness to the office's intense white lights made you close your eyes by reflex and cover them with your hands.
"Good. Hope you got a good night's sleep" Zuleima said to you, and you nodded, greeting her after your eyes got used to the light and opened them.
You hadn't seen other people yet, but as expected, she was friggin massive, though, since she was never really tall by any standards (except yours now), it was more than evident that your mom dwarfed her, at least height-wise, although even with her medical coat on, you could see Zuleima boasted quite large curves of her own, and she was at a middle point between her daughters'. You couldn't even begin to imagine how big Zuemy or Zoey would be at this scale.
"Alright, who's gonna get examined first?" She asked.
"Me!" Miriam said, you didn't remember her being this enthusiastic about going to the doctor, but had to remind yourself that this world apparently played by different rules, and everyone might have different stories to what you knew. She also seemed to be on friendlier terms with Zuleima than the versions you knew.
"Very well" Zuleima smiled and looked at you "Let's see how your mom's been doing this year" she giggled and before you knew it she had scooped you up her own fingernail. Miriam didn't oppose this.
The mature black doctor then proceeded to do a mostly standard physical check-up on your mom, though with the added quirk of having you "assist" her, which in reality meant you got very close up and personal with your mom's admittedly bountiful anatomy. Being put on the giant stethoscope was actually pretty impressive, you could hear and feel your mom's heartbeat, even through the metallic dish-like structure you stood on, that to you seemed more like some kind of UFO than a medical device.
After that, with you still on the stethoscope's bell, Zuleima listened to Miriam's stomach, and you could hear her giggling guiltily, as she had a little bit of a belly, a likely result of her lack of exercise and big appetite. Turning to look at Zuleima, you noticed she seemed really focused on what she was listening to and even raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry about the noises down there... uh, I think I may have pigged out last night a little too much on these pork rinds I found at the mall the other day... they're just like chicharrones, I swear" Miriam said.
"Oh? I think I know which ones you mean. Zuemy got me a large bag last weekend..." Zuleima chuckled "...pretty powerful stuff. I was gonna ask you how close they were to the Mexican ones, actually"
"I think they're as close as something machine-made can get" Miriam said, and both women giggled for a bit, though Zuleima was still performing the check-up, even while talking. To you, it seemed like she was pretty skilled to be able to pull this off, looking so dexterous yet being so casual about it.
However, Miriam blushed when Zuleima seemingly began to check her measurements, starting with her stomach, which she squeezed a little, feeling how soft it was, and how much her hand sank into it. But prior to doing that, she put you on top of one of her fingernails so you could be close to the 'action' too, in a way. Seeing her unhappy reaction, she decided to try and comfort her, and didn't even need to lie about it for the most part.
"Hey, you're fine. Having a little extra 'padding' in here doesn't hurt!"
"Uh, I dunno... I feel like I've been packing on the pounds lately" Miriam sighed, looking down at her stomach just as Zuleima finished examining it, carefully moving her hand as you were still on one of her fingernails.
"Are you kidding? A body like this is the envy of women half your age!" Zuleima chuckled as she lightly patted one of Miriam's large boobs "Plus, they're excellent for taking care of your child too" She added, softly pressing you into it. You were a little concerned about being called a child, but you hoped that wouldn't come to bite you farther down the line.
"Heh, well, at least it's all natural" Miriam quietly giggled.
"Based on their size and texture alone I can almost guarantee little Blaise here is one of the best fed micros in the city" Zuleima added, and Miriam couldn't help but smile at what she interpreted as a compliment.
"Well, I guess he would... but I don't feed him like that much anymore..." Miriam sighed and sadness was evident in her voice. Zuleima raised an eyebrow and then glanced at you. You shuddered, as you felt as if you were being judged by a Goddess.
"His father has been pushing to have him weaned, though I still feed my milk him from time to time" She added, seeing Zuleima's concerned expression.
"Oh..." For the first time, you saw hesitancy in Zuleima's face
"I... I guess I understand where that feeling comes from... but you must know it's been proven time and time again that mother's milk is the very best nutrition source for micros"
"I know. I've seen that more and more moms are pushing back to make it popular again and something about getting rid of the stigma... but I think it's the men themselves who resist" Miriam replied.
You took mental notes. Apparently, you weren't a singular case, there were others like you, and this world seemed to be used to that fact. And given Zuleima's and Miriam's latest statements, what to you is bizarre care seems to be normalized, at least to some degree. You can't even begin to fathom how relationships even work with other women besides one's own mother.
"Yeah, they found out that the previous research that said milk was no longer useful after 2 years of age was based on old data from before micros were micros" Zuleima then said "Can you believe it? That's way too old! That's almost as if we still abided by Galen's outdated anatomy" She facepalmed with her other hand.
"We'll get back to that later... let's continue"
She did more run-of-the-mill tests, such as checking her temperature and blood pressure, in which your 'involvement' was fortunately kept to a minimum, though Miriam found it cute that you were there with her in a way. Once all that was done, Zuleima weighed her and took measurements, something she appeared to have fun with, as she carefully placed you on your mom's chest and asked you to walk around while she measured it with tape, but then, much to your surprise, she brought you around her back and held you right before her butt, which was beyond massive, it was the biggest thing you'd seen so far, and you couldn't help but panic, its sheer size was almost too much to comprehend, it was pretty much a pair of twin, fleshy planets. Her tight yoga pants or leggings left very little to the imagination and only made things worse to you.
"Well, would you look at that?" Zuleima giggled, briefly frowning upon seeing your first reaction, but she quickly resumed her more cheerful demeanor.
"I think that's where most of the weight I gained went" Miriam giggled, feeling proud, yet a bit guilty. She teasingly shook her hips a little, making her enormous meaty globes jiggle quite a bit, a small spectacle both you and Zuleima stared at in a seemingly reverential silence. To you, that display only reinforced the notion that there were far too many tons of fatty flesh in there to count, and you couldn't help but pray to never find yourself wherever she plans to take a seat.
"And that's what we call 'having blessed genes' " Zuleima said, looking at you again with a rather suggestive wink, but before you could figure out what she was up to, she gently placed you right on top of Miriam's left cheek.
"You've got a beautiful, healthy and well-endowed mum, Blaise. You might've won the Life lottery as far as micros are concerned... or at least the first half... later you'd need to find a wife like this, but the bar might've been set too high already" Miriam blushed a little more at the compliments and both women giggled for a few minutes.
"I think I've got that covered already. I definitely got someone in mind" Miriam added before closing her eyes, trying to tune out of the world to focus on feeling your minuscule form on her generously abundant fleshy mound, that to you was more like a planet.
"Well, I think that's about it for your examination... Now, let's get to work with the star of the show" Zuleima winked at you...
"Hello there Blaise" Zuleima warmly greeted you. You hadn't interacted with her all that much, yet, you vaguely sensed that she was neutral to you at best, unlike, say, Sheila. However, this greeting didn't sound forced. Maybe Zuleima was kinder in this world? Who knows. Come to think of it, how did she even know you were there?! Oh, right, the dual appointment...
"You brought him, didn't you?" She said to Miriam, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course! But he was napping... you know, teenagers" Your mom giggled "Not that I mind... I wish he had more naps like that"
"Motherly contact is really good for micros so, even I might recommend having some more of those, but let's not get ahead of ourselves" Zuleima chuckled and waited as Miriam carefully reached into her bra cup and scooped you up in her fingernail. The sudden change from the darkness to the office's intense white lights made you close your eyes by reflex and cover them with your hands.
"Good. Hope you got a good night's sleep" Zuleima said to you, and you nodded, greeting her after your eyes got used to the light and opened them.
You hadn't seen other people yet, but as expected, she was friggin massive, though, since she was never really tall by any standards (except yours now), it was more than evident that your mom dwarfed her, at least height-wise, although even with her medical coat on, you could see Zuleima boasted quite large curves of her own, and she was at a middle point between her daughters'. You couldn't even begin to imagine how big Zuemy or Zoey would be at this scale.
"Alright, who's gonna get examined first?" She asked.
"Me!" Miriam said, you didn't remember her being this enthusiastic about going to the doctor, but had to remind yourself that this world apparently played by different rules, and everyone might have different stories to what you knew. She also seemed to be on friendlier terms with Zuleima than the versions you knew.
"Very well" Zuleima smiled and looked at you "Let's see how your mom's been doing this year" she giggled and before you knew it she had scooped you up her own fingernail. Miriam didn't oppose this.
The mature black doctor then proceeded to do a mostly standard physical check-up on your mom, though with the added quirk of having you "assist" her, which in reality meant you got very close up and personal with your mom's admittedly bountiful anatomy. Being put on the giant stethoscope was actually pretty impressive, you could hear and feel your mom's heartbeat, even through the metallic dish-like structure you stood on, that to you seemed more like some kind of UFO than a medical device.
After that, with you still on the stethoscope's bell, Zuleima listened to Miriam's stomach, and you could hear her giggling guiltily, as she had a little bit of a belly, a likely result of her lack of exercise and big appetite. Turning to look at Zuleima, you noticed she seemed really focused on what she was listening to and even raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry about the noises down there... uh, I think I may have pigged out last night a little too much on these pork rinds I found at the mall the other day... they're just like chicharrones, I swear" Miriam said.
"Oh? I think I know which ones you mean. Zuemy got me a large bag last weekend..." Zuleima chuckled "...pretty powerful stuff. I was gonna ask you how close they were to the Mexican ones, actually"
"I think they're as close as something machine-made can get" Miriam said, and both women giggled for a bit, though Zuleima was still performing the check-up, even while talking. To you, it seemed like she was pretty skilled to be able to pull this off, looking so dexterous yet being so casual about it.
However, Miriam blushed when Zuleima seemingly began to check her measurements, starting with her stomach, which she squeezed a little, feeling how soft it was, and how much her hand sank into it. But prior to doing that, she put you on top of one of her fingernails so you could be close to the 'action' too, in a way. Seeing her unhappy reaction, she decided to try and comfort her, and didn't even need to lie about it for the most part.
"Hey, you're fine. Having a little extra 'padding' in here doesn't hurt!"
"Uh, I dunno... I feel like I've been packing on the pounds lately" Miriam sighed, looking down at her stomach just as Zuleima finished examining it, carefully moving her hand as you were still on one of her fingernails.
"Are you kidding? A body like this is the envy of women half your age!" Zuleima chuckled as she lightly patted one of Miriam's large boobs "Plus, they're excellent for taking care of your child too" She added, softly pressing you into it. You were a little concerned about being called a child, but you hoped that wouldn't come to bite you farther down the line.
"Heh, well, at least it's all natural" Miriam quietly giggled.
"Based on their size and texture alone I can almost guarantee little Blaise here is one of the best fed micros in the city" Zuleima added, and Miriam couldn't help but smile at what she interpreted as a compliment.
"Well, I guess he would... but I don't feed him like that much anymore..." Miriam sighed and sadness was evident in her voice. Zuleima raised an eyebrow and then glanced at you. You shuddered, as you felt as if you were being judged by a Goddess.
"His father has been pushing to have him weaned, though I still feed my milk him from time to time" She added, seeing Zuleima's concerned expression.
"Oh..." For the first time, you saw hesitancy in Zuleima's face
"I... I guess I understand where that feeling comes from... but you must know it's been proven time and time again that mother's milk is the very best nutrition source for micros"
"I know. I've seen that more and more moms are pushing back to make it popular again and something about getting rid of the stigma... but I think it's the men themselves who resist" Miriam replied.
You took mental notes. Apparently, you weren't a singular case, there were others like you, and this world seemed to be used to that fact. And given Zuleima's and Miriam's latest statements, what to you is bizarre care seems to be normalized, at least to some degree. You can't even begin to fathom how relationships even work with other women besides one's own mother.
"Yeah, they found out that the previous research that said milk was no longer useful after 2 years of age was based on old data from before micros were micros" Zuleima then said "Can you believe it? That's way too old! That's almost as if we still abided by Galen's outdated anatomy" She facepalmed with her other hand.
"We'll get back to that later... let's continue"
She did more run-of-the-mill tests, such as checking her temperature and blood pressure, in which your 'involvement' was fortunately kept to a minimum, though Miriam found it cute that you were there with her in a way. Once all that was done, Zuleima weighed her and took measurements, something she appeared to have fun with, as she carefully placed you on your mom's chest and asked you to walk around while she measured it with tape, but then, much to your surprise, she brought you around her back and held you right before her butt, which was beyond massive, it was the biggest thing you'd seen so far, and you couldn't help but panic, its sheer size was almost too much to comprehend, it was pretty much a pair of twin, fleshy planets. Her tight yoga pants or leggings left very little to the imagination and only made things worse to you.
"Well, would you look at that?" Zuleima giggled, briefly frowning upon seeing your first reaction, but she quickly resumed her more cheerful demeanor.
"I think that's where most of the weight I gained went" Miriam giggled, feeling proud, yet a bit guilty. She teasingly shook her hips a little, making her enormous meaty globes jiggle quite a bit, a small spectacle both you and Zuleima stared at in a seemingly reverential silence. To you, that display only reinforced the notion that there were far too many tons of fatty flesh in there to count, and you couldn't help but pray to never find yourself wherever she plans to take a seat.
"And that's what we call 'having blessed genes' " Zuleima said, looking at you again with a rather suggestive wink, but before you could figure out what she was up to, she gently placed you right on top of Miriam's left cheek.
"You've got a beautiful, healthy and well-endowed mum, Blaise. You might've won the Life lottery as far as micros are concerned... or at least the first half... later you'd need to find a wife like this, but the bar might've been set too high already" Miriam blushed a little more at the compliments and both women giggled for a few minutes.
"I think I've got that covered already. I definitely got someone in mind" Miriam added before closing her eyes, trying to tune out of the world to focus on feeling your minuscule form on her generously abundant fleshy mound, that to you was more like a planet.
"Well, I think that's about it for your examination... Now, let's get to work with the star of the show" Zuleima winked at you...
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