[Note: Getting to the good stuff, lol. Just bear with me for a bit longer. This chapter is mostly from Miriam's perspective for narrative purposes however]
Just after you said that, you felt that your surroundings began to shake, but it was different from when she was wiggling her hips. There was a distant but low rumbling that immediately alarmed you even though you didn't know for sure what it exactly was.
"M-Mom?!"
"Huh? You heard that? Guess my belly's noisier than I thought" She giggled. You definitely didn't like that sound, and her attitude wasn't helping.
"Please tell me that it's hunger" You worriedly said, almost pleading, since the only other option would be much, much worse for you. There was a split second of silence, but it felt much longer to you, and the tension was so great that you felt as if what little air that was there around you had liquefied. There was another giggle, but it was different... it was a nervous one.
"No, it's not hunger, honey..." She said apologetically. Even though usually it was something she was fond of herself, she was painfully aware that it wouldn't make this any smoother, and if anything, it may cause you to resent her, even if you said you didn't. Upon hearing her answer, you froze.
'I know mom's always kind of gassy, but damnit! I wish I wouldn't have to suffer it so soon...' You thought, groaning quietly in frustration.
"If I had known you'd be riding back there I wouldn't have eaten those pork rinds..." She then said just as her stomach made louder noises and a small burp slipped out of her mouth.
That was a terrible sign, you knew that when that happened, it meant that there was really way too much gas built up inside her. Panic immediately set in, and you frantically wriggled around, trying to climb her mountainous cheeks, anything to try and get as far as possible from your impending gaseous doom. As soon as you started doing that, the rumbling intensified and the thundering groans coming from the deep darkness got drastically louder. The squishy walls that engulfed you tightened upon you, and you could feel that everything was shaking, but differently from the rumbling's own ominous vibrations.
"Blaise, honey... please... don't move around so much in there..." She said, and as if on cue her stomach growled more loudly and grew a little more, it was pretty bloated and the pressure on the inside would only increase with time. Despite that, she was holding it in for her son's sake.
"Alright, alright! I stopped moving! I'm sorry!" You were even more afraid now, and you forced yourself to lay motionless while your surroundings kept on shaking and the noises got louder and louder. You knew that back in your own reality, her farts were almost as bad as Lillian's, and just like hers, they were always massive and really loud... trying to imagine what one of those blasts would be when multiplied by your current scale (and being so close to the epicenter) only made you wish you were crushed earlier when she sat on you.
Miriam winced, the fear in your voice was more than evident, but she could also feel you trembling. She was disappointed that her body seemed to have chosen a really poor moment to betray her, right when she was trying to make your stay as good as she could get it to be. She closed her eyes and considered her options... the most sensible one would be to take you out before the 'bomb' went off, yet, something about her own motherly intuition was also advising her against that.
It was then that she panicked herself... She had always taken pride in being a natural when it came to parenting skills, and this was the first time she actually didn't know what to do. She felt like she was a teenager all over again, and not in the way she would've wished. Her stomach continued to loudly protest, as she refused it to release the pressure that it struggled to contain. Feeling unsure about the whole thing, even after Zuleima had given her some pointers, she concluded that there was only one thing to do at this time...
"Sweetie, please wait for a bit, I need to make a call"
"What?! No! Mom, wait, don't hang u-" You desperately screamed, but you heard the unmistakable noises from the phone call ending. You felt a pit in your stomach, the growling and shaking got so intense that you were forced to cover your ears, though there wasn't much to do about the shaking, all you could do was ripple along with your squishy surroundings.
Miriam quickly dialed Zuleima's number, hoping she wouldn't be busy at the moment. It rang twice before she answered.
"Oh, hey Mim! I wasn't expecting you to call so soon" She greeted, and judging by her more casual tone, she must've been on break.
"Hello... yeah, I know... but the thing is, I have some questions that I forgot to ask back at the appointment" Miriam said, feeling a bit awkward given the current situation. Her stomach kept growling loudly but she hoped Zuleima didn't hear it over the phone.
"Sure, fire away!" Zuleima chuckled. But just as Miriam took a breath before responding, her body gave up against her will, blasting an enormous 10 second-long fart that shook the whole bed she sat on. She froze and her eyes widened in shock.
"I didn't mean literally, hahaha!" Zuleima herself enjoyed a good, hearty chuckle after hearing her friend's boisterous release. Things like that took her really way back to when they were still in highschool. But soon her laughter died down as she realized Miriam had gone silent, but she could still hear her breathing.
"So... Did Blaise misbehave? I thought it'd take longer for him to try to act up"
"N-No! It's not th-" Miriam said, but once again her large booty unleashed a second blast on its own, just as intense as the first, albeit shorter. The pressure in her gut was simply too much, and she could no longer contain it.
"Wow... poor boy... what did he do?" Zuleima asked with a hint of concern.
"Nothing! Ugh, listen, I'm not punishing him or anything" Miriam said, and like the previous time, another massive fart erupted from her admittedly gigantic ass "Just ignore that" She said.
"Alright, well... what is it then?"
"It's, well... precisely about this" Miriam said, feeling a bit awkward, but she had already made up her mind about what her priorities were.
"You know how I get with pork rinds and the like... Do... do you think it's safe for him in there? I worry they might be too much..." And once more, her butt fired another blast, which made her sigh in resignation.
"Like, what's the limit to how much a micro can take?"
"I see" Zuleima replied "That's actually a good question. I thought you were gonna ask that back in the appointment, but I guess you didn't want to make the poor boy any more nervous than he is"
"Y-Yeah... Being honest, I didn't even mean to fart on him much today, he's been a total sweetheart, actually... and I feel horrible for punishing him for nothing"
"Miriam" Zuleima briefly chuckled "I may not have a micro child myself, but I can still see where you're coming from in a way"
"Huh?" Miriam was a little thrown off, but didn't outright question her friend on that.
"I mean... I know of quite a notable number of mothers that use flatulence as a disciplinary measure, but those are cases where the children in question have nowhere near as much exposure to their rears as in your case... you know, incubator raised micros or possibly a different method to keep them warm"
"I'm not sure I follow" Miriam said and rubbed her stomach, which was giving her painful pangs from the muscles that were straining themselves at keeping the gaseous pressure held within at bay.
"Alright, I'll tell it in simpler terms" Zuleima chuckled briefly once more.
"Considering Blaise needs to live in your derriere to recover, it's inevitable that you'll let loose upon him from time to time... Even more so when it's you whom we're talking about" She said "But my point is that they're not as much of a hazard as you may think"
"They're not?" Miriam raised an eyebrow, sincerely surprised. Before, she was under the impression that her farts were no real harm to you, but right now she was worried because you'd be exposed to them for much longer than usual, and maybe because they felt too intense even for her.
"Not at all. In fact, the research I've gathered points to quite the opposite" Zuleima said as she reached for a folder in her desk.
"They're beneficial?"
"Bingo!" Zuleima cheerfully replied "Well... there are some caveats about it... but for the most part, indeed they are"
"H-How?"
"Remember what Blaise's main problem is?" Zuleima asked.
"Yeah, lack of warmth" Miriam replied, though not entirely convinced about her own answer.
"Exactly! Guess what? Your farts will help speed up the process and he should be able to heal faster" Zuleima said, and despite being on the phone, she knew Miriam well enough that she could picture her blushing right now.
"And there's more... Remember what I said about skin contact?"
"Yeah"
"Considering that Blaise is a micro and how you chose to care for him after he was born, it's safe to say that his entire skin flora is a perfect, or near perfect match to yours with only negligible differences at worst... And that contact with your skin will help his to get healthier"
"Uh-huh?" Miriam wasn't sure where she was going with this, but her curiosity was already piqued.
"Well, we can almost say the same thing about his entire microbiome, it should be an extremely close match or even a mirror image of yours... And I know what you're thinking..." Zuleima giggled "My point being that exposing him to those 'emmissions' would only enhance his healing process, if there's anything wrong with his insides it's gonna fix itself"
Miriam blushed harder. She never imagined that there'd be any kind of benefit to you breathing in her farts, but hearing this only made her happier. But what happens next?
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May 12, 2023
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