"Alright, sweetie. I need to call my office to let them know I'll need my vacation, but if you need anything just tickle me" She said after she got comfortable, unaware of your true situation, all she knew was that you were engulfed by her generously sized rump, but she pictured differently, that her squishy flesh enveloped you like a warm blanket, keeping you safe, and that you were to happy with your position that you were giving her tiny kisses.
You tried to scream, but there was too much blubbery skin and it kept your mouth full. With some effort, you brought your phone closer to your face but saw that she had already hung up and silently cursed at your luck. This was going to be a very long 'treatment', if one could call it that. Meanwhile, your mom dialed her office's number and waited for someone to pick up...
"Hello, Sophia! It's Miriam..."
You were a little surprised, it was heavily muffled, but if you stayed silent yourself and pressed your ear as much as you could into her flesh, you could actually make out what she was saying. Normally you didn't listen in on others' conversations, but you felt this one might be relevant to you, most importantly, how much time would she even be able to get away with, the more time they gave her the more time you'd be subjected to this...
"Yeah, we're back from that appointment... so... about that..."
Her usually cheerful tone gradually shifted to a more serious one, which surprised you a little.
"I'm gonna have to ask for time off... how much? A lot, actually... yeah, I know, I haven't gone on vacation in years... I'll need a full year, I think..."
'A FULL YEAR?!' Every single hair in your body stood on end as you heard that, and your shivering inadvertently tickled your mom, who barely suppressed a giggle from it.
"Uh... I mean, it's my overdue vacation time, I shouldn't really have to explain..." She then took a deep breath
"Okay, listen, this is actually a serious thing... You see, we learned from the doctor that my son's kind of sick..."
Hearing your mother speak those words in such a serious tone sent chills down your spine, and Miriam herself mistook those for you being cold, so she shifted in her seat a little and clenched her cheeks in an attempt to give you even more of her warmth.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT SON?! HOW MANY SONS DO YOU THINK I HAVE?!" Your eyes widened, it sounded like this person was expected to know. You seldom saw her go off on anyone like that, but then again, something told you she was feeling quite tense after hearing Zuleima's diagnosis. You then heard her take another deep breath.
"Yes, the only one... yes, he's a micro... Anyway, I need to take care of him until he gets better, and the doctor said it could take up to a year for him to make a full recovery" There was a pause, and then she growled in annoyance.
"Raphael works too! Do you think I'd be asking for time off if I had some other way to handle this? But, listen, that's not even the point... this treatment is something only a mother can do, and I'd rather not take him to work with me while he's this vulnerable"
'As odd as everything about this is... she really does care...' You thought. Even if she wasn't exactly your "true" mother, only you knew that, and felt that even though this was going to be a very tough thing to ride out, this alternate version of her deserved the same affection her "real" self did.
"...alright... if you can send those over email, I'll sign them and send them back... do I need anything else? Well, okay, I got it, thank you for understanding, bye!" She hung up the phone and sighed. Her mood immediately lightened up with that burden off her back. She then dialed your number, and you struggled to answer since moving was so difficult, the pressure you felt was like that of the bottom of the ocean.
"Mom?"
"Hello again sweetie! Good news, I got the full year! No work until you get better" She said, and even through sound alone, you could practically see her beaming smile.
"Or... even if you get better at the 6 month mark, we've got 6 months of quality time together!" She said, sounding really happy about that.
"Speaking of that... how are you holding up back there?" She asked. This was the moment, you surely wouldn't be able to get her to call this off this early, but you could hopefully get her to keep this situation manageable, or as manageable as you could get it to be.
"Well... mom, uh..." Still, you hesitated, always worried about hurting her feelings, that was something you could never truly shake off, which is why you never complained too much whenever she sat on your lap or farted while on it, or when sitting next to you, all you could do was downplay it.
"I'm having trouble moving in here... the pressure is a bit much"
"Huh?" She sounded sincerely confused and glanced down at her hips "Am I that heavy?"
You facepalmed, you almost couldn't believe she was asking that question when her butt was nearly literally planet-sized compared to you, but even then, you knew a fully honest answer would hurt her, so you needed to backpedal somehow.
"N-No! I... I mean, maybe it's just the way you're sitting" You said, trying to shift the potential blame away from her.
"Oh! I guess I haven't quite gotten down how to keep you well positioned" She giggled and slowly ground her hips on the bed, subtly shuddering as feeling your tiny form get dragged deeper in her massive ass was giving her pleasant tingles.
"Better?"
You were still surrounded by what basically amounted to warm blubber, but the pressure wasn't as oppressive anymore, at least you could move, even if it still felt like you were in the bottom of an ocean of jell-o. You decided that this was the best you could get for the time being until you could convince her to give you a break from her butt.
"Y-Yeah, thank you mom!" You nervously laughed.
"You're welcome honey" She said
"No need to be so embarrassed, you know? We're just trying to get you to get back to full health!"
You froze for a moment, there was no hiding your emotions from her, even over the phone. It seemed like her intuition was even sharper than your real mother's... was that another side effect from this reality?
"Uh, well..." You didn't really know how to respond to that.
"I know... you're a boy, and I guess I can sort of see how being in your mama's big butt or in her cleavage may look embarrassing... but just remember that it's a natural thing, just like how I feed you my milk... then again, after seven years, I can understand you've forgotten what staying in there was like" She tried reassuring you.
"Besides... no one else has to know" You could almost see her winking while saying that. In a way, it was a relief, and you realized that she hadn't actually disclosed what the 'treatment' would be like to whoever was on the other side of her last phone call. But what about your friends and family? Or hers?
"Thanks mom" You hesitantly replied "I guess dad will have to know, though"
"Yeah..." She already sounded somewhat annoyed "But don't you worry, I'll make sure he understands how important this is"
Once again, you were baffled... somehow, Miriam thought you'd be the one worried your dad would try to call this off.
"But mom, please don't tell anyone else" You never really thought you could pull the 'youngest child pleading' card, but now was the time to try.
"Huh? What do you mean? I wasn't planning on telling people about this"
"I mean like, Ariadne, Sheila, or any of my aunts... That can end up pretty terribly for me" You said, shuddering as you briefly pictured those scenarios. Her hearty laughter didn't help reassure you either.
"I know, I know... your big sister sometimes can be a bit much... so, don't you worry about that, she won't know" Miriam said, which was a very welcome surprise, allowing yourself to sigh on relief.
"Same goes for Sheila... I can tell she'd love to try her 'hand' at helping you... she almost loves you as if you were her own... but even if she's my best friend, this is a mother's exclusive business... Now, you and I know how friggin smart she can be, if she somehow figures out what's going on, I swear it wasn't because of me, but I won't let you out of my sight unless strictly necessary"
You were rather disheartened at hearing that, but at least it seemed your mom was taking this fairly seriously. It was probably in your best interest to always stick close to her.
"As for your aunts... yeah, I understand Aunt Karen would be more of a liability... but Aunt Betty might need to know, who knows what might happen, I could need her help to take care of you sometimes, but she's alright, isn't she? She loves you lots, and her only 'crime' has been not to look when she sits down... but that won't be a problem if you're already in her butt" She laughed.
"I guess..." You reluctantly replied. It was true that in your personal experience, Aunt Betty was nice and chill, whereas your clumsy Aunt Karen had ended up smothering you or blasting you with her farts without realizing, and that was at normal size! But Aunt Betty had a really big butt... it was bigger than your mom's, and the fact that she apparently sat on you a lot was worrying... but at least she'd never farted on you, and she was nothing but sweet to you in your own reality.
"Then that's settled!" She said "Is there anything else you need?"
Other than wanting to leave your fleshy prison, you didn't exactly need anything, you weren't hungry nor thirsty, and if you needed sleep you were sure she'd have you sleep right there and then.
"No, I'm fine, thanks..."
What happens next?
You tried to scream, but there was too much blubbery skin and it kept your mouth full. With some effort, you brought your phone closer to your face but saw that she had already hung up and silently cursed at your luck. This was going to be a very long 'treatment', if one could call it that. Meanwhile, your mom dialed her office's number and waited for someone to pick up...
"Hello, Sophia! It's Miriam..."
You were a little surprised, it was heavily muffled, but if you stayed silent yourself and pressed your ear as much as you could into her flesh, you could actually make out what she was saying. Normally you didn't listen in on others' conversations, but you felt this one might be relevant to you, most importantly, how much time would she even be able to get away with, the more time they gave her the more time you'd be subjected to this...
"Yeah, we're back from that appointment... so... about that..."
Her usually cheerful tone gradually shifted to a more serious one, which surprised you a little.
"I'm gonna have to ask for time off... how much? A lot, actually... yeah, I know, I haven't gone on vacation in years... I'll need a full year, I think..."
'A FULL YEAR?!' Every single hair in your body stood on end as you heard that, and your shivering inadvertently tickled your mom, who barely suppressed a giggle from it.
"Uh... I mean, it's my overdue vacation time, I shouldn't really have to explain..." She then took a deep breath
"Okay, listen, this is actually a serious thing... You see, we learned from the doctor that my son's kind of sick..."
Hearing your mother speak those words in such a serious tone sent chills down your spine, and Miriam herself mistook those for you being cold, so she shifted in her seat a little and clenched her cheeks in an attempt to give you even more of her warmth.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT SON?! HOW MANY SONS DO YOU THINK I HAVE?!" Your eyes widened, it sounded like this person was expected to know. You seldom saw her go off on anyone like that, but then again, something told you she was feeling quite tense after hearing Zuleima's diagnosis. You then heard her take another deep breath.
"Yes, the only one... yes, he's a micro... Anyway, I need to take care of him until he gets better, and the doctor said it could take up to a year for him to make a full recovery" There was a pause, and then she growled in annoyance.
"Raphael works too! Do you think I'd be asking for time off if I had some other way to handle this? But, listen, that's not even the point... this treatment is something only a mother can do, and I'd rather not take him to work with me while he's this vulnerable"
'As odd as everything about this is... she really does care...' You thought. Even if she wasn't exactly your "true" mother, only you knew that, and felt that even though this was going to be a very tough thing to ride out, this alternate version of her deserved the same affection her "real" self did.
"...alright... if you can send those over email, I'll sign them and send them back... do I need anything else? Well, okay, I got it, thank you for understanding, bye!" She hung up the phone and sighed. Her mood immediately lightened up with that burden off her back. She then dialed your number, and you struggled to answer since moving was so difficult, the pressure you felt was like that of the bottom of the ocean.
"Mom?"
"Hello again sweetie! Good news, I got the full year! No work until you get better" She said, and even through sound alone, you could practically see her beaming smile.
"Or... even if you get better at the 6 month mark, we've got 6 months of quality time together!" She said, sounding really happy about that.
"Speaking of that... how are you holding up back there?" She asked. This was the moment, you surely wouldn't be able to get her to call this off this early, but you could hopefully get her to keep this situation manageable, or as manageable as you could get it to be.
"Well... mom, uh..." Still, you hesitated, always worried about hurting her feelings, that was something you could never truly shake off, which is why you never complained too much whenever she sat on your lap or farted while on it, or when sitting next to you, all you could do was downplay it.
"I'm having trouble moving in here... the pressure is a bit much"
"Huh?" She sounded sincerely confused and glanced down at her hips "Am I that heavy?"
You facepalmed, you almost couldn't believe she was asking that question when her butt was nearly literally planet-sized compared to you, but even then, you knew a fully honest answer would hurt her, so you needed to backpedal somehow.
"N-No! I... I mean, maybe it's just the way you're sitting" You said, trying to shift the potential blame away from her.
"Oh! I guess I haven't quite gotten down how to keep you well positioned" She giggled and slowly ground her hips on the bed, subtly shuddering as feeling your tiny form get dragged deeper in her massive ass was giving her pleasant tingles.
"Better?"
You were still surrounded by what basically amounted to warm blubber, but the pressure wasn't as oppressive anymore, at least you could move, even if it still felt like you were in the bottom of an ocean of jell-o. You decided that this was the best you could get for the time being until you could convince her to give you a break from her butt.
"Y-Yeah, thank you mom!" You nervously laughed.
"You're welcome honey" She said
"No need to be so embarrassed, you know? We're just trying to get you to get back to full health!"
You froze for a moment, there was no hiding your emotions from her, even over the phone. It seemed like her intuition was even sharper than your real mother's... was that another side effect from this reality?
"Uh, well..." You didn't really know how to respond to that.
"I know... you're a boy, and I guess I can sort of see how being in your mama's big butt or in her cleavage may look embarrassing... but just remember that it's a natural thing, just like how I feed you my milk... then again, after seven years, I can understand you've forgotten what staying in there was like" She tried reassuring you.
"Besides... no one else has to know" You could almost see her winking while saying that. In a way, it was a relief, and you realized that she hadn't actually disclosed what the 'treatment' would be like to whoever was on the other side of her last phone call. But what about your friends and family? Or hers?
"Thanks mom" You hesitantly replied "I guess dad will have to know, though"
"Yeah..." She already sounded somewhat annoyed "But don't you worry, I'll make sure he understands how important this is"
Once again, you were baffled... somehow, Miriam thought you'd be the one worried your dad would try to call this off.
"But mom, please don't tell anyone else" You never really thought you could pull the 'youngest child pleading' card, but now was the time to try.
"Huh? What do you mean? I wasn't planning on telling people about this"
"I mean like, Ariadne, Sheila, or any of my aunts... That can end up pretty terribly for me" You said, shuddering as you briefly pictured those scenarios. Her hearty laughter didn't help reassure you either.
"I know, I know... your big sister sometimes can be a bit much... so, don't you worry about that, she won't know" Miriam said, which was a very welcome surprise, allowing yourself to sigh on relief.
"Same goes for Sheila... I can tell she'd love to try her 'hand' at helping you... she almost loves you as if you were her own... but even if she's my best friend, this is a mother's exclusive business... Now, you and I know how friggin smart she can be, if she somehow figures out what's going on, I swear it wasn't because of me, but I won't let you out of my sight unless strictly necessary"
You were rather disheartened at hearing that, but at least it seemed your mom was taking this fairly seriously. It was probably in your best interest to always stick close to her.
"As for your aunts... yeah, I understand Aunt Karen would be more of a liability... but Aunt Betty might need to know, who knows what might happen, I could need her help to take care of you sometimes, but she's alright, isn't she? She loves you lots, and her only 'crime' has been not to look when she sits down... but that won't be a problem if you're already in her butt" She laughed.
"I guess..." You reluctantly replied. It was true that in your personal experience, Aunt Betty was nice and chill, whereas your clumsy Aunt Karen had ended up smothering you or blasting you with her farts without realizing, and that was at normal size! But Aunt Betty had a really big butt... it was bigger than your mom's, and the fact that she apparently sat on you a lot was worrying... but at least she'd never farted on you, and she was nothing but sweet to you in your own reality.
"Then that's settled!" She said "Is there anything else you need?"
Other than wanting to leave your fleshy prison, you didn't exactly need anything, you weren't hungry nor thirsty, and if you needed sleep you were sure she'd have you sleep right there and then.
"No, I'm fine, thanks..."
What happens next?
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May 12, 2023
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