"Well? Was that enough to prove your mom is no threat to you?" Zuleima asked you, still holding you very close to the massive ass she has just plucked you off. Truth being told, you weren't physically harmed, but mentally, you were hanging by a thread.
"Please don't do that again" You quietly begged, to which the doctor sighed in evident frustration.
"Looks like this is going to require more work..." She said, then looked at Miriam.
"By the way... have you ever... have you ever used those 'assets' of yours to inflict punishment? I've known of quite a few mothers that have done similarly"
"Wha?! O-Of course not!" Miriam was baffled by the question alone, but was both embarrassed and offended by the mere suggestion.
"I've never used physical punishment in my life... and even if I did, I wouldn't be so heartless as to use something meant to protect him as a weapon" She added, but then looked away "The only times I've sat on him have been on accident"
You couldn't help but shudder, and knowing your mom from your own universe, you didn't have much trouble her being playful and then tripping or just sitting down without realizing you were under her. Even at normal size back then and there she had managed to do so a few times, which was ultimately why you stopped napping on the couch altogether, as that had been the only way to ensure you wouldn't wake up to a faceful of your mom's huge, and often gassy booty.
"That aside, the only other times he's ended up in similar situations have been when I accidentally bumped the nightstand in his room without noticing and he fell in" Miriam's blush intensified a little, though her smile showed that she was rather fond of those 'mishaps'. Seeing how nonchalant she was about these incidents only made you shudder more.
"All of that is very mild. Believe me. I have seen far worse" Zuleima said, giving you a serious look.
"At least you got a sweet, caring mom who's also pretty 'gifted' " she chuckled
"You wouldn't believe the cases we've gotten with less fortunate micros who've suffered from having less-endowed mothers"
'The hell is that supposed to mean?' You wondered, but the self-preserving part of your brain blocked any and all attempts at picturing those scenarios to maintain what sanity you had left.
"You said his sister, Sheila and her daughters have all done things like these, right?" She then asked, to which Miriam nodded.
"I can imagine Sheila in particular doesn't want to let go of him" Zuleima chuckled.
"You're absolutely right" Miriam giggled "I think she's been the one to keep him in there the longest" Then her expression shifted to a slightly concerned one.
"But I worry about him... hers is so big... and well, you know how gassy she can be too" Miriam added, although Zuleima remained unfazed by this additional piece of info.
"Right now, reviving the bond between you and your son is one of our top priorities... but once that's taken care of, I actually think Sheila's intervention could be very beneficial to Blaise's recovery, you should consider letting her help sometime" She said, baffling you and your mother once more.
"Oh... really? She'll be real happy to hear that" Miriam smiled while you went pale with fear, which, almost surprisingly, drew your mom's attention.
"On an unrelated note, I think he's getting cold" She said, making Zuleima immediately look down at you, still on her palm. Unlike Miriam, she could deduce the actual reason for your current complexion and her subtle smirk all but confirmed your suspicions,
"No problem, we can work with this" The doctor said and gently touched you with her fingertip, feeling your temperature, which was indeed colder than her own.
"I suspect they don't teach kids useful science at school these days" She said to Miriam before focusing back on you.
"You see, Blaise... micros can be pretty resilient, but they're not invincible... and temperature is one of your vulnerabilities. For your size, you guys have a rather slow metabolism, which makes for needing little nutrition or oxygen, but it leaves you vulnerable to the cold, since your body's 'engine', so to speak, isn't very potent and doesn't generate a whole lot of heat" She began explaining.
'As much as I hate this weird world and its madness... so far, what she's saying makes sense...' You thought, quietly sighing in defeat. This mad world had you at its mercy, and you were in for a hell of a ride, which was barely just getting started.
"Thankfully, evolution gave us a way out" She continued "Surely you must know women have a higher percentage of body fat than men... and while not all micros are men, all men are micros" That statement alone was enough to send mad chills all over your body, worse than the actual cold you were feeling.
"And that body fat is well utilized and allocated, most of the time" She threw a brief glance at Miriam, who giggled and playfully shook her hips, making her enormous booty jiggle once more, making you all the more nervous, to the point you weren't even sure how you hadn't completely broken down yet.
"That helps us retain body heat better..." As Zuleima spoke, her hand began moving, bringing you around her waist. You gulped hard, knowing what she was probably going for this time.
"...and there's another neat side effect to that..." She said, bringing you before her own massive booty, her khaki pants looking like they were body paint on her, or like they were ready to burst at any time. Her hand brought you closer and closer until you saw that you were above one of her planetary glutes. Without warning, she tilted her hand and you fell off it, heading straight for the warm, plush surface that was hundreds of meters (in your scale) down below.
It wasn't exactly as gelatinous as your mom's behind had felt, but it was really soft nonetheless, even with the tight fabric compressing it to an unknown extent and giving it a taut look. Perhaps, if unrestrained, Zuleima's butt was similarly as fat as Miriam's, though that was something you'd rather not find out. You landed head-first and sank into its plush mass.
"Can you feel it?" Zuleima asked, teasingly wiggling her hips, creating a series of rippling tsunamis that threatened to throw you away into a random direction or off her gigantic ass, although in the end neither happened.
"Our additional 'padding' not only helps us retain body warmth, but it also helps to slowly and evenly radiate it off" Zuleima continued, and much to your chagrin, you could feel your body becoming infused with that very warmth she was describing.
"This is why it's so important for micros to stay close to a female caretaker, a mother, a relative or a wife... and it's also why it's much better that they be well endowed" She added with a smug giggle, shaking her hips a little more, making you bounce on her already bouncy surface.
"Now, you are probably wondering why you need to go back to living in your mom's derriere if you can simply stay on top of it and get passively warmed up by it" She said
"And the answer is very simple: You need even more warmth than what you can get there, plus, as long as your body remains cold, you won't grow up and develop well... Adult micros are somewhat better at maintaining their body temp, though even they will succumb to the cold too if away from any source of warmth for too long"
You felt like you were completely check-mated without ever being able to try a single move. With the way she had set up this narrative, it mostly seemed to make sense, according to what you knew, and according to what you had observed from this weird, twisted world so far. You could tell there was no arguing your way out of this one, and that Miriam was really eager to bring back your 'old living arrangements'.
"And you really won the jackpot with your mom. Others aren't even quite capable of providing the appropriate warmth and softness required... since, as you can see, it's also necessary that it all be really soft to protect you from harm" Zuleima smirked. Miriam herself was fairly flattered and was simply wondering when she'd get to feel your tiny body again on hers.
"Even I can do a pretty decent job at warming you up" She then said, reminding you of your current location before she scooped you up with her fingernail.
"And I can do a much better one still..." She said softly, using her other hand to pull down her pants by the waistband, just enough to reveal the very top of her crack, which looked like a massive canyon on its own. Her cheeks jiggled in a way that you found weirdly ominous, hinting at how truly bouncy and fatty they were when freed from their tight constraints.
Miriam couldn't help but gasp, as she wasn't expecting her to do that, also feeling a twinge of envy. However, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't learning a fair bit herself, as she only knew some of these things empirically. To now know that there was some science behind it made her feel more confident on her overall knowledge though.
You gulped hard and tried crawling away, even though it was a futile effort, since the enormous 'area' you were on was all but a single fingernail of Zuleima's. If she wanted to drop you in, there was no avoiding it, no matter what you tried nor how hard you did. You silently prayed that she wouldn't go through with her seemingly intended full-on 'demonstration'...
"Please don't do that again" You quietly begged, to which the doctor sighed in evident frustration.
"Looks like this is going to require more work..." She said, then looked at Miriam.
"By the way... have you ever... have you ever used those 'assets' of yours to inflict punishment? I've known of quite a few mothers that have done similarly"
"Wha?! O-Of course not!" Miriam was baffled by the question alone, but was both embarrassed and offended by the mere suggestion.
"I've never used physical punishment in my life... and even if I did, I wouldn't be so heartless as to use something meant to protect him as a weapon" She added, but then looked away "The only times I've sat on him have been on accident"
You couldn't help but shudder, and knowing your mom from your own universe, you didn't have much trouble her being playful and then tripping or just sitting down without realizing you were under her. Even at normal size back then and there she had managed to do so a few times, which was ultimately why you stopped napping on the couch altogether, as that had been the only way to ensure you wouldn't wake up to a faceful of your mom's huge, and often gassy booty.
"That aside, the only other times he's ended up in similar situations have been when I accidentally bumped the nightstand in his room without noticing and he fell in" Miriam's blush intensified a little, though her smile showed that she was rather fond of those 'mishaps'. Seeing how nonchalant she was about these incidents only made you shudder more.
"All of that is very mild. Believe me. I have seen far worse" Zuleima said, giving you a serious look.
"At least you got a sweet, caring mom who's also pretty 'gifted' " she chuckled
"You wouldn't believe the cases we've gotten with less fortunate micros who've suffered from having less-endowed mothers"
'The hell is that supposed to mean?' You wondered, but the self-preserving part of your brain blocked any and all attempts at picturing those scenarios to maintain what sanity you had left.
"You said his sister, Sheila and her daughters have all done things like these, right?" She then asked, to which Miriam nodded.
"I can imagine Sheila in particular doesn't want to let go of him" Zuleima chuckled.
"You're absolutely right" Miriam giggled "I think she's been the one to keep him in there the longest" Then her expression shifted to a slightly concerned one.
"But I worry about him... hers is so big... and well, you know how gassy she can be too" Miriam added, although Zuleima remained unfazed by this additional piece of info.
"Right now, reviving the bond between you and your son is one of our top priorities... but once that's taken care of, I actually think Sheila's intervention could be very beneficial to Blaise's recovery, you should consider letting her help sometime" She said, baffling you and your mother once more.
"Oh... really? She'll be real happy to hear that" Miriam smiled while you went pale with fear, which, almost surprisingly, drew your mom's attention.
"On an unrelated note, I think he's getting cold" She said, making Zuleima immediately look down at you, still on her palm. Unlike Miriam, she could deduce the actual reason for your current complexion and her subtle smirk all but confirmed your suspicions,
"No problem, we can work with this" The doctor said and gently touched you with her fingertip, feeling your temperature, which was indeed colder than her own.
"I suspect they don't teach kids useful science at school these days" She said to Miriam before focusing back on you.
"You see, Blaise... micros can be pretty resilient, but they're not invincible... and temperature is one of your vulnerabilities. For your size, you guys have a rather slow metabolism, which makes for needing little nutrition or oxygen, but it leaves you vulnerable to the cold, since your body's 'engine', so to speak, isn't very potent and doesn't generate a whole lot of heat" She began explaining.
'As much as I hate this weird world and its madness... so far, what she's saying makes sense...' You thought, quietly sighing in defeat. This mad world had you at its mercy, and you were in for a hell of a ride, which was barely just getting started.
"Thankfully, evolution gave us a way out" She continued "Surely you must know women have a higher percentage of body fat than men... and while not all micros are men, all men are micros" That statement alone was enough to send mad chills all over your body, worse than the actual cold you were feeling.
"And that body fat is well utilized and allocated, most of the time" She threw a brief glance at Miriam, who giggled and playfully shook her hips, making her enormous booty jiggle once more, making you all the more nervous, to the point you weren't even sure how you hadn't completely broken down yet.
"That helps us retain body heat better..." As Zuleima spoke, her hand began moving, bringing you around her waist. You gulped hard, knowing what she was probably going for this time.
"...and there's another neat side effect to that..." She said, bringing you before her own massive booty, her khaki pants looking like they were body paint on her, or like they were ready to burst at any time. Her hand brought you closer and closer until you saw that you were above one of her planetary glutes. Without warning, she tilted her hand and you fell off it, heading straight for the warm, plush surface that was hundreds of meters (in your scale) down below.
It wasn't exactly as gelatinous as your mom's behind had felt, but it was really soft nonetheless, even with the tight fabric compressing it to an unknown extent and giving it a taut look. Perhaps, if unrestrained, Zuleima's butt was similarly as fat as Miriam's, though that was something you'd rather not find out. You landed head-first and sank into its plush mass.
"Can you feel it?" Zuleima asked, teasingly wiggling her hips, creating a series of rippling tsunamis that threatened to throw you away into a random direction or off her gigantic ass, although in the end neither happened.
"Our additional 'padding' not only helps us retain body warmth, but it also helps to slowly and evenly radiate it off" Zuleima continued, and much to your chagrin, you could feel your body becoming infused with that very warmth she was describing.
"This is why it's so important for micros to stay close to a female caretaker, a mother, a relative or a wife... and it's also why it's much better that they be well endowed" She added with a smug giggle, shaking her hips a little more, making you bounce on her already bouncy surface.
"Now, you are probably wondering why you need to go back to living in your mom's derriere if you can simply stay on top of it and get passively warmed up by it" She said
"And the answer is very simple: You need even more warmth than what you can get there, plus, as long as your body remains cold, you won't grow up and develop well... Adult micros are somewhat better at maintaining their body temp, though even they will succumb to the cold too if away from any source of warmth for too long"
You felt like you were completely check-mated without ever being able to try a single move. With the way she had set up this narrative, it mostly seemed to make sense, according to what you knew, and according to what you had observed from this weird, twisted world so far. You could tell there was no arguing your way out of this one, and that Miriam was really eager to bring back your 'old living arrangements'.
"And you really won the jackpot with your mom. Others aren't even quite capable of providing the appropriate warmth and softness required... since, as you can see, it's also necessary that it all be really soft to protect you from harm" Zuleima smirked. Miriam herself was fairly flattered and was simply wondering when she'd get to feel your tiny body again on hers.
"Even I can do a pretty decent job at warming you up" She then said, reminding you of your current location before she scooped you up with her fingernail.
"And I can do a much better one still..." She said softly, using her other hand to pull down her pants by the waistband, just enough to reveal the very top of her crack, which looked like a massive canyon on its own. Her cheeks jiggled in a way that you found weirdly ominous, hinting at how truly bouncy and fatty they were when freed from their tight constraints.
Miriam couldn't help but gasp, as she wasn't expecting her to do that, also feeling a twinge of envy. However, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't learning a fair bit herself, as she only knew some of these things empirically. To now know that there was some science behind it made her feel more confident on her overall knowledge though.
You gulped hard and tried crawling away, even though it was a futile effort, since the enormous 'area' you were on was all but a single fingernail of Zuleima's. If she wanted to drop you in, there was no avoiding it, no matter what you tried nor how hard you did. You silently prayed that she wouldn't go through with her seemingly intended full-on 'demonstration'...
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May 12, 2023
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