"Clearly there are some behavioral issues we need to work on" Zuleima said, giving you a disappointed look, but you were too freaked out to care, yet you weren't making much of a fuss because you were never the kind to scream, but there was no denying that you were scared beyond belief even if you didn't express it outwardly so much. You half expected things to go wild given that you appeared in a world where being the size of a grain of sand was seen as normal, but this went far beyond your expectations.
"You're welcome to try, I've never been able to fix them myself" Miriam replied "And not for lack of trying" She chuckled for a moment.
"I think we may have made it worse though"
"We?" Zuleima raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, his sister, Sheila and her daughters all have tried to rid him of his fears in their own ways but nothing has ever seemed to work" Miriam explained.
"I think Zuemy's given it a shot herself as well" Zuleima laughed and her look, previously quite stern, softened.
"But this is a serious medical matter now, so we can't just let things stay the way they are" She said to you as she swiftly picked you up.
"Now, I would understand if you were afraid of a situation like this" She said, bringing you around her waist and right before her butt, which was huge, even if it wasn't exactly as big as your mom's, it was still a pair of moon-like planetoids that could easily obliterate you or lose you in between. Naturally, you tensed up, miraculously not fainting from the sheer shock you were feeling.
"I technically am a stranger and... not that much of a slouch in that department" She softly chuckled "So, to be afraid is the correct answer in this situation... partially. You should trust me at least a little, we do know each other and as your doctor I only want the best for you in terms of health" She spoke with a serious sounding tone, yet there was a hint of suggestiveness you couldn't help but notice, and were a bit surprised it seemingly flew past your mom, who was usually keen to things that you weren't yourself.
"But you shouldn't have this response to your mother, she's the one who takes care of you the most" She said, and you couldn't help but feel a little scolded, though, then again, the overwhelming fear that filled your entire being mostly overrode any lasting feeling besides itself.
Zuleima then put you back exactly where she had picked you up from, which was under the massive shadow Miriam's humongous ass was casting on the desk.
"Miriam, please take a seat, right here" She then said, patting the desk, and you saw her wink at you and smile before your world began to grow darker. You had no time to run, let alone to get up. In mere seconds, the weight of many worlds descended upon you, seemingly unending darkness and soft warmth engulfed you.
"He must not have liked that" Miriam said, feeling that your tiny form, albeit engulfed by the soft mass of just one of her large cheeks, was tensing up quite a bit.
"I know, but he needs to understand that there's no harm when you sit on him" Zuleima said, looking at Miriam's big butt, which now occupied the space you had been on plus a lot more. Its weight made the desk groan a little, even though it was a pretty sturdy one.
"I didn't even need to calculate your softness index, it's crystal clear that you have more than enough cushioning to keep him safe" She added with a subtle giggle, to which Miriam giggled as well, feeling sincerely flattered. Given her past history with the hospital's staff, she wasn't expecting much of a good treatment on their part, and in a way felt happy that it seemed that they were finally on her side.
"Besides, it's about high time he got used to feeling your flesh and body warmth, it's what he needs to recover" She added, and Miriam promptly ground her hips a little, as if trying to rub you on more of her asscheek's vast surface, though your movement was heavily restrained by her own weight, which not only pressed down on you, but also caused you to be in a way encased by her flesh, her smooth skin filling almost every possible empty space, leaving very little room for you to breathe.
"But there's no way Raphael will ever agree to this kind of thing" Miriam sighed.
"Don't you worry about that, I'm pretty sure I can explain to him why this is very important, and I know he's a good father, so he'll understand" Zuleima gave her a suspicious smile, though Miriam failed to catch on that as she was more focused on you, and her own excitement about this 'treatment'.
"He is a good father, but he's been the one pushing to make Blaise more independent... and you see what happened" Miriam then said.
"He couldn't have known... he was more autonomous than your average micro, but he needs to see that his son isn't built the exact same way as he is" Zuleima replied, recalling some fond memories from a long time ago.
Several minutes passed, in which they enjoyed some more small talk and discussed your future. Miriam couldn't hide her excitement, she was like a kid who got double birthday presents, and it looked like Zuleima herself was enjoying the whole situation as well.
"Let's see if there's any improvement" She said and Miriam slowly straightened up. Zuleima was first surprised that she didn't see you on the desk, you should be on one of the two large prints your mom's very generously sized lower assets left behind, but then she almost failed to suppress a soft giggle as she saw your tiny form nearly embedded into Miriam's cheek.
"Well, sweetie... has it been enough? You see that nothing bad happens if your mom sits on you?" She asked, but naturally, you were unable to answer, your mouth was full of her warm, smooth flesh, preventing you from speaking at all. Worst of all (to you), Miriam felt this, and her gigantic booty quickly got goosebumps all over.
"I think he understood that pretty well" Miriam said cheerfully, thinking you were giving her a kiss, maybe asking for forgiveness, though she was so happy she didn't even feel like she needed to forgive you for anything.
"Looks like it" Zuleima seemed to be still pretty content with this development "You know, among the various exercises and activities I'll list for you to help him, I think you should keep this one. Sit on him for a while and then leave him to feel your skin, that'll help him get used to your warmth and your touch. If you're going outside, I'd say you could put him in one of your back pockets, if they're tight enough.
"Those are wonderful ideas!" Miriam eagerly nodded "And no need to worry about the latter, anything I put on with pockets will be very tight, even if I didn't mean to" She giggled "It's so hard to find clothes that fit correctly, I have to settle for undersized ones all the time"
"Tell me about it! It seems they can't grasp the idea of women having normal waists and big hips" Zuleima said.
"Which is weird... come to think of it, there can't be that many micros in the clothing industry... how are other women failing at this?" Miriam wondered, inquisitively tapping her chin.
"Beats me. Probably reluctance to let go of old, obsolete standards and whatnot" Zuleima shrugged. She hadn't been lying, just like Miriam, her own pants were really tight, and they often had to be as they never really fit her proportions otherwise, unless she got them custom made.
"By the way, what else do I have to do with Blaise? I had thought all I had to do was put him back there and make sure he spent a decent amount of time in there" Miriam asked.
"Well, technically, as far as physical treatment goes, that's it... but as you saw for yourself, it won't be easy on him, he's not used to it anymore, and he'll likely react negatively, and could rebel. Even feeling stressed, specially for prolonged periods of time, could seriously set our efforts back. In short, all these other extra things are just for his sake, so that he more easily accepts how things have to be now" Zuleima explained. Miriam knew she was a very smart woman, but now was one of the few times she truly saw that in action, and was glad she was using her talents for what she deemed a good cause herself.
"That makes sense. And yeah, Blaise's got his father's fire. He's got his fighting spirit... so, you're probably right, I need to ease him into it" She said, glancing down at her wide hips, even though she couldn't see you, she could still feel you engulfed by her flesh.
"You know, it sounded like you spoke from experience... I know your daughters aren't micros, but I guess that's an expert for you"
"Thanks! I do really try my best at my job... I mean, it's the least I can do, right? I get paid to help improve people's lives" Zuleima smiled, though there was something else to that smile, something that, had you been able to look at her, you'd have spotted, but your mom failed to notice.
"Now, I think we should move onto something else..." Zuleima said as she carefully grabbed you and pulled you, freeing you from your mom's enormous booty's own "grip".
"You're welcome to try, I've never been able to fix them myself" Miriam replied "And not for lack of trying" She chuckled for a moment.
"I think we may have made it worse though"
"We?" Zuleima raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, his sister, Sheila and her daughters all have tried to rid him of his fears in their own ways but nothing has ever seemed to work" Miriam explained.
"I think Zuemy's given it a shot herself as well" Zuleima laughed and her look, previously quite stern, softened.
"But this is a serious medical matter now, so we can't just let things stay the way they are" She said to you as she swiftly picked you up.
"Now, I would understand if you were afraid of a situation like this" She said, bringing you around her waist and right before her butt, which was huge, even if it wasn't exactly as big as your mom's, it was still a pair of moon-like planetoids that could easily obliterate you or lose you in between. Naturally, you tensed up, miraculously not fainting from the sheer shock you were feeling.
"I technically am a stranger and... not that much of a slouch in that department" She softly chuckled "So, to be afraid is the correct answer in this situation... partially. You should trust me at least a little, we do know each other and as your doctor I only want the best for you in terms of health" She spoke with a serious sounding tone, yet there was a hint of suggestiveness you couldn't help but notice, and were a bit surprised it seemingly flew past your mom, who was usually keen to things that you weren't yourself.
"But you shouldn't have this response to your mother, she's the one who takes care of you the most" She said, and you couldn't help but feel a little scolded, though, then again, the overwhelming fear that filled your entire being mostly overrode any lasting feeling besides itself.
Zuleima then put you back exactly where she had picked you up from, which was under the massive shadow Miriam's humongous ass was casting on the desk.
"Miriam, please take a seat, right here" She then said, patting the desk, and you saw her wink at you and smile before your world began to grow darker. You had no time to run, let alone to get up. In mere seconds, the weight of many worlds descended upon you, seemingly unending darkness and soft warmth engulfed you.
"He must not have liked that" Miriam said, feeling that your tiny form, albeit engulfed by the soft mass of just one of her large cheeks, was tensing up quite a bit.
"I know, but he needs to understand that there's no harm when you sit on him" Zuleima said, looking at Miriam's big butt, which now occupied the space you had been on plus a lot more. Its weight made the desk groan a little, even though it was a pretty sturdy one.
"I didn't even need to calculate your softness index, it's crystal clear that you have more than enough cushioning to keep him safe" She added with a subtle giggle, to which Miriam giggled as well, feeling sincerely flattered. Given her past history with the hospital's staff, she wasn't expecting much of a good treatment on their part, and in a way felt happy that it seemed that they were finally on her side.
"Besides, it's about high time he got used to feeling your flesh and body warmth, it's what he needs to recover" She added, and Miriam promptly ground her hips a little, as if trying to rub you on more of her asscheek's vast surface, though your movement was heavily restrained by her own weight, which not only pressed down on you, but also caused you to be in a way encased by her flesh, her smooth skin filling almost every possible empty space, leaving very little room for you to breathe.
"But there's no way Raphael will ever agree to this kind of thing" Miriam sighed.
"Don't you worry about that, I'm pretty sure I can explain to him why this is very important, and I know he's a good father, so he'll understand" Zuleima gave her a suspicious smile, though Miriam failed to catch on that as she was more focused on you, and her own excitement about this 'treatment'.
"He is a good father, but he's been the one pushing to make Blaise more independent... and you see what happened" Miriam then said.
"He couldn't have known... he was more autonomous than your average micro, but he needs to see that his son isn't built the exact same way as he is" Zuleima replied, recalling some fond memories from a long time ago.
Several minutes passed, in which they enjoyed some more small talk and discussed your future. Miriam couldn't hide her excitement, she was like a kid who got double birthday presents, and it looked like Zuleima herself was enjoying the whole situation as well.
"Let's see if there's any improvement" She said and Miriam slowly straightened up. Zuleima was first surprised that she didn't see you on the desk, you should be on one of the two large prints your mom's very generously sized lower assets left behind, but then she almost failed to suppress a soft giggle as she saw your tiny form nearly embedded into Miriam's cheek.
"Well, sweetie... has it been enough? You see that nothing bad happens if your mom sits on you?" She asked, but naturally, you were unable to answer, your mouth was full of her warm, smooth flesh, preventing you from speaking at all. Worst of all (to you), Miriam felt this, and her gigantic booty quickly got goosebumps all over.
"I think he understood that pretty well" Miriam said cheerfully, thinking you were giving her a kiss, maybe asking for forgiveness, though she was so happy she didn't even feel like she needed to forgive you for anything.
"Looks like it" Zuleima seemed to be still pretty content with this development "You know, among the various exercises and activities I'll list for you to help him, I think you should keep this one. Sit on him for a while and then leave him to feel your skin, that'll help him get used to your warmth and your touch. If you're going outside, I'd say you could put him in one of your back pockets, if they're tight enough.
"Those are wonderful ideas!" Miriam eagerly nodded "And no need to worry about the latter, anything I put on with pockets will be very tight, even if I didn't mean to" She giggled "It's so hard to find clothes that fit correctly, I have to settle for undersized ones all the time"
"Tell me about it! It seems they can't grasp the idea of women having normal waists and big hips" Zuleima said.
"Which is weird... come to think of it, there can't be that many micros in the clothing industry... how are other women failing at this?" Miriam wondered, inquisitively tapping her chin.
"Beats me. Probably reluctance to let go of old, obsolete standards and whatnot" Zuleima shrugged. She hadn't been lying, just like Miriam, her own pants were really tight, and they often had to be as they never really fit her proportions otherwise, unless she got them custom made.
"By the way, what else do I have to do with Blaise? I had thought all I had to do was put him back there and make sure he spent a decent amount of time in there" Miriam asked.
"Well, technically, as far as physical treatment goes, that's it... but as you saw for yourself, it won't be easy on him, he's not used to it anymore, and he'll likely react negatively, and could rebel. Even feeling stressed, specially for prolonged periods of time, could seriously set our efforts back. In short, all these other extra things are just for his sake, so that he more easily accepts how things have to be now" Zuleima explained. Miriam knew she was a very smart woman, but now was one of the few times she truly saw that in action, and was glad she was using her talents for what she deemed a good cause herself.
"That makes sense. And yeah, Blaise's got his father's fire. He's got his fighting spirit... so, you're probably right, I need to ease him into it" She said, glancing down at her wide hips, even though she couldn't see you, she could still feel you engulfed by her flesh.
"You know, it sounded like you spoke from experience... I know your daughters aren't micros, but I guess that's an expert for you"
"Thanks! I do really try my best at my job... I mean, it's the least I can do, right? I get paid to help improve people's lives" Zuleima smiled, though there was something else to that smile, something that, had you been able to look at her, you'd have spotted, but your mom failed to notice.
"Now, I think we should move onto something else..." Zuleima said as she carefully grabbed you and pulled you, freeing you from your mom's enormous booty's own "grip".
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May 12, 2023
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