You couldn't help but feel deeply intimidated by how insanely huge was just one of your mom's buttcheeks, you absolutely didn't want to have her sit on you, like she often did in your home universe. Despite your minuscule size and weight, your feet still sank a little into the very soft 'ground'. That's just how squishy it was, but you didn't get to dwell on that for long, as you heard Zuleima mention that you were up next for examination, which instantly got you all kinds of nervous.
"You know, he looks good there" Zuleima then said, much to your horrified surprise, but Miriam smiled and giggled in response, slightly shaking her hips, which made her humongous cheeks jiggle quite a lot more than you expected, bouncing on her flesh until the massive 'quake' subsided.
"I know, right?" Your mom was happier with the idea than you would've liked, but there wasn't much you could do and making a fuss wouldn't get you in anyone's good books, so you needed to just take it and pray nothing too terrible happens.
"Well, that aside, we need to check your health, young man" Zuleima then said in a slightly more serious, yet still playful tone. She effortlessly scooped you up on her fingernail and gently put you on her desk.
Before you could ask what was going on, something larger than a skyscraper suddenly appeared before you, almost giving you a mini heart attack, but after a few seconds, you realized it was a sort of ruler, and it seemed to be a customized one at that, it seemed to have some built-in tech, with visible circuitry on it and a couple of LEDs, which made you raise an eyebrow.
'Since when do rulers need electronics?' You thought.
"Please stand in front of the measuring machine" She clinically instructed, and you obeyed without question, finding yourself a little surprised that she could sound like a complete professional when she wanted or needed. She looked down at you and smiled, then pushed a button on the 'ruler' and you saw a red laser emerge from a sort of LED at the top of what seemed to be a thin, black screen, built into the ruler, which now had lit up, and you could read the following...
[Currently measuring...]
[...]
[...]
[Measurement finished!]
[Current measurement: 0.1mm | 3/1000th inch]
'A TENTH OF A MILLIMETER?!' You knew you were very small but you didn't know how small you really were... that was beyond disheartening. Roughly the size of a grain of sand, with a mother that was already 'big' by normal standards, now you could see many problems plaguing your future. Worst of all, so far, it seems to be treated as a normal thing.
"Hmm, not bad at all. Tall for your age. Not even all micros reach that size when they hit adulthood, and you still got a couple of years to maybe grow a bit more" Zuleima said after inspecting the screen.
'Somehow, I don't feel I'd grow much more even if 20 years passed, I'd still be a speck...' You sighed. Then you saw her push another button.
[Body temperature scan results: 34 C / 93.2 F (!)]
"Body temperature's a little low" Zulema raised an eyebrow, but then she slapped her forehead, remembering that the AC was on, and pretty chilly since it was a fairly hot day outside. Without saying more, she scooped you up and put you back on Miriam's humongous cheek for a second time.
"See? Micros shouldn't be too far away from their mother or wife, things can get cold quickly" She said to you. And despite your initial desire to protest, you could indeed feel your mom's body warmth radiating off her massive cheek and infusing your body. As annoying and embarrassing as it was, she was right on warming you up.
'I have several questions...' You thought, feeling somewhat annoyed but also worried, even you knew that that temperature was roughly 2 degrees below normal human temperature, borderline hypothermia.
"Well, he's almost never outside alone, if it's not me, he's with his sister, Sheila or her daughters, I'm not too worried lack of warmth will be an issue" Miriam said. You gulped at the implications.
"Still, he should've retained your body warmth a bit better" Zuleima replied, taking some notes.
After that, she performed various other run-of-the-mill medical tests, such as weighing you, making you run on a treadmill for micros and even to lift some weights, again, all tailored to your size, which you found bizarre, yet amazing at the same time. She joked a little with your mom or made small talk, but appeared to be mostly focused and serious with your testing otherwise. By the end of it, you were pretty tired and sat down to catch your breath while she scribbled some more.
"So, what's the verdict?" Miriam asked.
"Actually... these results are... quite concerning" Zuleima said, to which bot yours and Miriam's eyes widened in shock.
"W-Why?" You fearfully asked.
"Other than your height, the values you got are below what's acceptable for your age, let alone your size" She replied, glancing at her notes. She wasn't joking.
"Please hold on for a minute, I want to check your full clinical history... this is the first time I've served as your doctor, so I need to go get those files to give them a look" She then said and rather hurriedly left. Your mom had a pretty terrified look and picked you up, pressing you into her chest as her way of 'hugging' you.
"You're gonna be fine, baby!" She tried reassuring you "She'll know how to fix this, whatever it is"
You sort of appreciated her gesture, but at the same time, found yourself sinking into her warm, squishy flesh and had some trouble breathing, as whenever you tried, you got a mouthful of boob... but eventually she stopped pressing you as hard and you finally could breathe more normally. A couple of minutes passed and Zuleima came back with several folders, and looked busy, reading through the files they contained. You and your mom respectfully waited for her to be done, but her reaction didn't look good at all, she sighed and kept going through them until she put the last of the folders on the desk.
"Soo... uh, could you find anything that helps?" Miriam asked.
"I'm sorry, that's not what I was looking for yet... I wanted to check what his previous medical checkups showed"
"What did you find?" You worriedly asked, trying hard not to start hyperventilating.
"Well... your physicals have been going into a rather steep decline for the last 7 years" Zuleima replied.
"I don't know why the previous doctors didn't say anything, maybe they thought it'd be temporary? But they've let this run rampant!" She added, sounding quite frustrated at her colleagues' apparent incompetence or carelessness.
'Holy hell please don't tell me now I got something terminal' You gulped. Being shrunk uber small was bad enough as it was, anything else on top would be way too harsh.
"So, there must've been a drastic change to your lifestyle 7 years ago, because up until then, you were actually pretty healthy" She said, looking at you, then at Miriam, who protectively had put you at the very top of her cleavage, the warmth from her chest keeping your own temp stable.
"Hmm... I really don't know, he's never had any serious injury or accidents..." She said
"I mean, I've accidentally sat on him many more times than I'd like to admit, but I've got enough junk in the trunk for that to not be serious harm" She chuckled, using a hand to squeeze one of her generously sized cheeks.
"You're right on that. Sitting on a micro with such soft curves has no ill effects, it's a mild inconvenience at worst... So, it has to be something else... how about a dietary change? Did Blaise's diet change in some way 7 years ago?" Zuleima asked.
"Now that you mention it, Raphael has been trying to get me to wean Blaise, he says he's too old to keep drinking my milk" Miriam said. Zuleima shook her head and sighed.
"I think I understand where he's coming from... but that's nonsense. There are no negatives to continuing to feed a micro on milk, it's arguably one of the best nutrition sources they can get, even all the way through adulthood... doesn't he know wives can feed their husbands too?"
"He knows... but to be honest, he's not too fond of it, he prefers normal food" Miriam said with a hint of sadness.
"Well, he's built different, every micro is a different case after all, but still, with these results, I'd recommend to exclusively feed Blaise your milk for the next 6 months at the very least" Zuleima said, making your eyes widen in shock, and your heart beat wildly while you felt your face heating up from embarrassment.
"That won't be any trouble at all" Miriam said with a smile, lovingly petting you with her fingertip.
"But even diet can only change so much... are you sure there's nothing else?" Zuleima sounded really concerned about you, despite her earlier playfulness, you had mixed feelings about it though, as one of her prescriptions for your current ailment was already quite awkward on its own, and there'd be more.
Meanwhile, Miriam thoughtfully looked away, tuning out of the outside world as she focused on her inner thoughts, browsing through her memories of those times to find that change, or some kind of discrepancy, something that could explain these changes...
"You know, he looks good there" Zuleima then said, much to your horrified surprise, but Miriam smiled and giggled in response, slightly shaking her hips, which made her humongous cheeks jiggle quite a lot more than you expected, bouncing on her flesh until the massive 'quake' subsided.
"I know, right?" Your mom was happier with the idea than you would've liked, but there wasn't much you could do and making a fuss wouldn't get you in anyone's good books, so you needed to just take it and pray nothing too terrible happens.
"Well, that aside, we need to check your health, young man" Zuleima then said in a slightly more serious, yet still playful tone. She effortlessly scooped you up on her fingernail and gently put you on her desk.
Before you could ask what was going on, something larger than a skyscraper suddenly appeared before you, almost giving you a mini heart attack, but after a few seconds, you realized it was a sort of ruler, and it seemed to be a customized one at that, it seemed to have some built-in tech, with visible circuitry on it and a couple of LEDs, which made you raise an eyebrow.
'Since when do rulers need electronics?' You thought.
"Please stand in front of the measuring machine" She clinically instructed, and you obeyed without question, finding yourself a little surprised that she could sound like a complete professional when she wanted or needed. She looked down at you and smiled, then pushed a button on the 'ruler' and you saw a red laser emerge from a sort of LED at the top of what seemed to be a thin, black screen, built into the ruler, which now had lit up, and you could read the following...
[Currently measuring...]
[...]
[...]
[Measurement finished!]
[Current measurement: 0.1mm | 3/1000th inch]
'A TENTH OF A MILLIMETER?!' You knew you were very small but you didn't know how small you really were... that was beyond disheartening. Roughly the size of a grain of sand, with a mother that was already 'big' by normal standards, now you could see many problems plaguing your future. Worst of all, so far, it seems to be treated as a normal thing.
"Hmm, not bad at all. Tall for your age. Not even all micros reach that size when they hit adulthood, and you still got a couple of years to maybe grow a bit more" Zuleima said after inspecting the screen.
'Somehow, I don't feel I'd grow much more even if 20 years passed, I'd still be a speck...' You sighed. Then you saw her push another button.
[Body temperature scan results: 34 C / 93.2 F (!)]
"Body temperature's a little low" Zulema raised an eyebrow, but then she slapped her forehead, remembering that the AC was on, and pretty chilly since it was a fairly hot day outside. Without saying more, she scooped you up and put you back on Miriam's humongous cheek for a second time.
"See? Micros shouldn't be too far away from their mother or wife, things can get cold quickly" She said to you. And despite your initial desire to protest, you could indeed feel your mom's body warmth radiating off her massive cheek and infusing your body. As annoying and embarrassing as it was, she was right on warming you up.
'I have several questions...' You thought, feeling somewhat annoyed but also worried, even you knew that that temperature was roughly 2 degrees below normal human temperature, borderline hypothermia.
"Well, he's almost never outside alone, if it's not me, he's with his sister, Sheila or her daughters, I'm not too worried lack of warmth will be an issue" Miriam said. You gulped at the implications.
"Still, he should've retained your body warmth a bit better" Zuleima replied, taking some notes.
After that, she performed various other run-of-the-mill medical tests, such as weighing you, making you run on a treadmill for micros and even to lift some weights, again, all tailored to your size, which you found bizarre, yet amazing at the same time. She joked a little with your mom or made small talk, but appeared to be mostly focused and serious with your testing otherwise. By the end of it, you were pretty tired and sat down to catch your breath while she scribbled some more.
"So, what's the verdict?" Miriam asked.
"Actually... these results are... quite concerning" Zuleima said, to which bot yours and Miriam's eyes widened in shock.
"W-Why?" You fearfully asked.
"Other than your height, the values you got are below what's acceptable for your age, let alone your size" She replied, glancing at her notes. She wasn't joking.
"Please hold on for a minute, I want to check your full clinical history... this is the first time I've served as your doctor, so I need to go get those files to give them a look" She then said and rather hurriedly left. Your mom had a pretty terrified look and picked you up, pressing you into her chest as her way of 'hugging' you.
"You're gonna be fine, baby!" She tried reassuring you "She'll know how to fix this, whatever it is"
You sort of appreciated her gesture, but at the same time, found yourself sinking into her warm, squishy flesh and had some trouble breathing, as whenever you tried, you got a mouthful of boob... but eventually she stopped pressing you as hard and you finally could breathe more normally. A couple of minutes passed and Zuleima came back with several folders, and looked busy, reading through the files they contained. You and your mom respectfully waited for her to be done, but her reaction didn't look good at all, she sighed and kept going through them until she put the last of the folders on the desk.
"Soo... uh, could you find anything that helps?" Miriam asked.
"I'm sorry, that's not what I was looking for yet... I wanted to check what his previous medical checkups showed"
"What did you find?" You worriedly asked, trying hard not to start hyperventilating.
"Well... your physicals have been going into a rather steep decline for the last 7 years" Zuleima replied.
"I don't know why the previous doctors didn't say anything, maybe they thought it'd be temporary? But they've let this run rampant!" She added, sounding quite frustrated at her colleagues' apparent incompetence or carelessness.
'Holy hell please don't tell me now I got something terminal' You gulped. Being shrunk uber small was bad enough as it was, anything else on top would be way too harsh.
"So, there must've been a drastic change to your lifestyle 7 years ago, because up until then, you were actually pretty healthy" She said, looking at you, then at Miriam, who protectively had put you at the very top of her cleavage, the warmth from her chest keeping your own temp stable.
"Hmm... I really don't know, he's never had any serious injury or accidents..." She said
"I mean, I've accidentally sat on him many more times than I'd like to admit, but I've got enough junk in the trunk for that to not be serious harm" She chuckled, using a hand to squeeze one of her generously sized cheeks.
"You're right on that. Sitting on a micro with such soft curves has no ill effects, it's a mild inconvenience at worst... So, it has to be something else... how about a dietary change? Did Blaise's diet change in some way 7 years ago?" Zuleima asked.
"Now that you mention it, Raphael has been trying to get me to wean Blaise, he says he's too old to keep drinking my milk" Miriam said. Zuleima shook her head and sighed.
"I think I understand where he's coming from... but that's nonsense. There are no negatives to continuing to feed a micro on milk, it's arguably one of the best nutrition sources they can get, even all the way through adulthood... doesn't he know wives can feed their husbands too?"
"He knows... but to be honest, he's not too fond of it, he prefers normal food" Miriam said with a hint of sadness.
"Well, he's built different, every micro is a different case after all, but still, with these results, I'd recommend to exclusively feed Blaise your milk for the next 6 months at the very least" Zuleima said, making your eyes widen in shock, and your heart beat wildly while you felt your face heating up from embarrassment.
"That won't be any trouble at all" Miriam said with a smile, lovingly petting you with her fingertip.
"But even diet can only change so much... are you sure there's nothing else?" Zuleima sounded really concerned about you, despite her earlier playfulness, you had mixed feelings about it though, as one of her prescriptions for your current ailment was already quite awkward on its own, and there'd be more.
Meanwhile, Miriam thoughtfully looked away, tuning out of the outside world as she focused on her inner thoughts, browsing through her memories of those times to find that change, or some kind of discrepancy, something that could explain these changes...
The question being, will she be able to figure out anything? Or will her trip down the memory lane lead to a dead end?
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May 12, 2023
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