"R-Really?" Miriam was blushing quite a bit more as she processed the info that she had just been given. Up until now, her rather abundant flatulence had merely served as a silly thing to joke around with as well as a display of affection of hers, as odd as that'd seem to anyone else.
"Yeah, the research on it is pretty solid too, I don't even know why we're only finding out until now" Zuleima said
"Now... like I said before, there are some caveats to all of this..."
"I remember... what are they?" Miriam asked full of curiosity.
"For starters... I'm reading through the research data right now but it doesn't appear any of the tested mothers is... uh... well, how else can I say it..." Zuleima chuckled "None of them is quite as gassy as you are"
Normally, Miriam would've laughed off such a remark, but as this was a more serious context, she felt embarrassed, as her blush made evident.
"...oh..." That was all she could mutter.
"Don't worry, it's not exactly what you're thinking" Zuleima then said, having known her for long enough to more or less predict her reaction.
"The sheer amount, or volume of your gas isn't the main issue here" She continued "The smell, well, we both know it's a bit strong, it's not gonna be too easy for your kid to get used to it right off the bat"
"I guess..." Miriam sighed.
"Now, something really important..." Zuleima's voice shifted to a more serious tone "They're loud too, and that's what you need to be careful with"
"O...okay... but, why though? What's the problem with the noise?"
"Miriam, yours are almost as loud as a gunshot, and that is from a normal person's perspective... I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said that to a micro they're much closer to the vicinity of an atomic blast, or a space rocket taking off"
Miriam could feel her skin get drained of its color, the farts she had already let out were way loud even for her standards. Once again, reading her friend almost as if she were sitting before her, Zuleima spoke again.
"The noise, and the soundwave itself, which to a micro is like a massive sonic boom or a shockwave, is the thing to watch out for. But you don't have to worry too much... just make sure that he's still moving after you rip one, because if he stops, then you might need to take him to the ER ASAP" She explained, surprisingly calmly, though there was a subtle hint of nervousness in her voice as she mentioned that "I'd suggest trying to go easy on the noise if you can help it"
"I don't know if I can" Miriam replied, her stomach making angry sounding growls as she had denied it from releasing its built-up pressure.
"I'm sure your mother's instinct will help you. And... to be honest there's no research on this but... maybe Blaise can build up a tolerance to the noise levels you generate. He's strong, after all, even if he's not in his best condition right now... I mean, he's your son and Raphael's after all..."
"Thank you, Zuleima. I'll try to be careful then..." Miriam was a bit relieved, but still couldn't help but be concerned, yet at the same time, her heart was pumping harder than usual and her breath quickened. She and Zuleima had some more small talk before finally saying goodbye and hanging up, leaving the thick Latina mother alone with her thoughts... and her very small son sandwiched deep between her enormous cheeks. She stood up so that at least she wouldn't be adding more weight to his suffering.
«Try go go easy on the noise» Zuleima's words echoed in her mind. 'That's much easier said than done' She huffed in mild annoyance. Her stomach then growled more loudly and intensely enough for her to feel it vibrate.
She took a deep breath and used every ounce of willpower she could muster to restrain the ever-increasing pressure in her gut. She wanted to call you and try to calm you, since she was pretty sure you were caught off guard by her previous farts, but at the same time she knew that if she let them out mid-call she'd probably destroy your phone and that'd mean zero communication for the rest of the day at least.
Meanwhile... you had been completely engulfed by her overbearing mass but all things considered, it wasn't as bad as when she was sitting on you and you were squashed under her, though in between her gigantic cheeks there was still an immense pressure that kept you pinned in place. However, you were in no way prepared when she suddenly let off what to you was like an atom bomb in your face, and this happened several more times as you could vaguely make out that she was speaking, though your ears were ringing too much for you to hear properly, beyond a couple of words.
But what you heard was pretty concerning still. Your mom was talking about something about her farts, you were sure of that much, though there was no way you could hear Zuleima's response. You felt that whatever she said wouldn't be good for you, if your previous visit was anything to go by. You heard more talking, and your poor ears slowly recovered, your mom mercifully stopped farting on you, but you could hear intense groaning noises coming from the seemingly endless darkness behind you, plus you felt that her cheeks tensed up, she was probably holding them in and it was a huge effort... something you were well familiarized with, since she was comparable to Lillian on how gassy she could get sometimes, though at least, to your relief, it wasn't literally every day like in your best friend's case.
Your mind flashed back, remembering several times having to endure your mom's devastating farts when she felt sick in the stomach, and many times out of those you even massaged her aching tummy to help her ease the pressure out. At least having been constantly exposed to hers and Lillian's farts enabled you to withstand them while performing your task.
Some other times, she just needed to let them out, but chose to do so while sitting next to you (or on your lap) because you were watching a movie together or something... and unlike as you'd do with Lillian, you never really protested because you could tell it would've hurt her feelings, besides, if she left every time she got gassy she would've spent even less time with you than she already does nowadays, so you could sort of see it from her point of view and simply accepted it as collateral damage (to your nostrils).
"I never honestly thought I'd say this but I wish I went back to those days... nobody should have to suffer through farts this massive..." You muttered "Well... a certain bully and an evil blonde would probably deserve it..." You then chuckled, wishing that those two were suffering this fate instead of yourself. But then, louder growls snapped you out of your thoughts. It almost seemed like instant karma for wishing evil upon others though.
"Blaise, honey..." You heard your mother's muffled voice "I don't really know if you can hear me that well..." She said just as the growling became louder and the rumbling intensified, feeling like a relatively weak but constant earthquake.
"I swear I meant to go easy on your first day..." She apologized "But looks like last night's snacks are coming back with a vengeance". She tried to ease the mood, but immediately winced, her stomach looked really bloated now and it hurt.
Everything she was saying only added to your despair, though, to your slight consolation, at least she still cared, evidenced by the fact that she was still holding her farts in even though her voice sounded pained and the awful noises her stomach made actually sounded painful by themselves. But that also chilled your blood, for you'd be right in the line of fire...
"So... uh... well, you know me..." She chuckled again, grunting a little, as even that bit of laughter caused her more pain.
"This will happen quite often, but I hope it won't be as bad as today" She continued and fidgeted a little. She still wasn't sure which was the right call, normally she'd take you out when her gas got too bad, but as the AC was on, she knew you'd get chilled very fast, and she couldn't even trust her chest to be warm enough. Her stomach then made louder, ominous sounding growls and she knew her time had just run out.
"Please cover your ears and hold on tight... it'll be over before you realize..."
Only a couple of seconds later, with that as your only warning, you felt as if you were on a front row seat to the first nuclear bombing of a starting World War III. Blazing hot winds blew into and past you, though the immensely heavy, blubbery masses engulfing you made sure that you stayed in one place. The insanely powerful torrent of gas pushed you with incredible force, pressing you somewhat into your mom's smooth skin.
You could swear you were getting roasted, the gigantic fart was just that hot, making you feel like you were in a sauna rather than a room with the AC on, but then again, even without farting, your mom had plenty of 'insulation'. The heat was the first thing you focused on, but the noise was just insane, its massive reverberations shook your everything like massive shockwaves, putting the previous earthquake-like shaking to shame. At least heeding your mom's warning paid off in that your eardrums didn't burst, but you could swear you almost got a concussion from the raging soundwaves alone, and your whole skeleton felt like it was made of twigs.
With your senses vastly overwhelmed, it took a bit more for you to experience the third element of this torment, which was the smell. Sadly, you were quite used to the smell of your mom's gas, and yet, this was bad even for her... though Lillian could probably do worse on a bad day. Still, it only served to contribute further to making you feel dizzy, losing your sense of time faster than before. After what felt like an eternity, your mom's monstrous release finally subsided, but you could still hear the ominous rumbling farther into the darkness behind you... Will you make it through the ordeal?
"Yeah, the research on it is pretty solid too, I don't even know why we're only finding out until now" Zuleima said
"Now... like I said before, there are some caveats to all of this..."
"I remember... what are they?" Miriam asked full of curiosity.
"For starters... I'm reading through the research data right now but it doesn't appear any of the tested mothers is... uh... well, how else can I say it..." Zuleima chuckled "None of them is quite as gassy as you are"
Normally, Miriam would've laughed off such a remark, but as this was a more serious context, she felt embarrassed, as her blush made evident.
"...oh..." That was all she could mutter.
"Don't worry, it's not exactly what you're thinking" Zuleima then said, having known her for long enough to more or less predict her reaction.
"The sheer amount, or volume of your gas isn't the main issue here" She continued "The smell, well, we both know it's a bit strong, it's not gonna be too easy for your kid to get used to it right off the bat"
"I guess..." Miriam sighed.
"Now, something really important..." Zuleima's voice shifted to a more serious tone "They're loud too, and that's what you need to be careful with"
"O...okay... but, why though? What's the problem with the noise?"
"Miriam, yours are almost as loud as a gunshot, and that is from a normal person's perspective... I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said that to a micro they're much closer to the vicinity of an atomic blast, or a space rocket taking off"
Miriam could feel her skin get drained of its color, the farts she had already let out were way loud even for her standards. Once again, reading her friend almost as if she were sitting before her, Zuleima spoke again.
"The noise, and the soundwave itself, which to a micro is like a massive sonic boom or a shockwave, is the thing to watch out for. But you don't have to worry too much... just make sure that he's still moving after you rip one, because if he stops, then you might need to take him to the ER ASAP" She explained, surprisingly calmly, though there was a subtle hint of nervousness in her voice as she mentioned that "I'd suggest trying to go easy on the noise if you can help it"
"I don't know if I can" Miriam replied, her stomach making angry sounding growls as she had denied it from releasing its built-up pressure.
"I'm sure your mother's instinct will help you. And... to be honest there's no research on this but... maybe Blaise can build up a tolerance to the noise levels you generate. He's strong, after all, even if he's not in his best condition right now... I mean, he's your son and Raphael's after all..."
"Thank you, Zuleima. I'll try to be careful then..." Miriam was a bit relieved, but still couldn't help but be concerned, yet at the same time, her heart was pumping harder than usual and her breath quickened. She and Zuleima had some more small talk before finally saying goodbye and hanging up, leaving the thick Latina mother alone with her thoughts... and her very small son sandwiched deep between her enormous cheeks. She stood up so that at least she wouldn't be adding more weight to his suffering.
«Try go go easy on the noise» Zuleima's words echoed in her mind. 'That's much easier said than done' She huffed in mild annoyance. Her stomach then growled more loudly and intensely enough for her to feel it vibrate.
She took a deep breath and used every ounce of willpower she could muster to restrain the ever-increasing pressure in her gut. She wanted to call you and try to calm you, since she was pretty sure you were caught off guard by her previous farts, but at the same time she knew that if she let them out mid-call she'd probably destroy your phone and that'd mean zero communication for the rest of the day at least.
Meanwhile... you had been completely engulfed by her overbearing mass but all things considered, it wasn't as bad as when she was sitting on you and you were squashed under her, though in between her gigantic cheeks there was still an immense pressure that kept you pinned in place. However, you were in no way prepared when she suddenly let off what to you was like an atom bomb in your face, and this happened several more times as you could vaguely make out that she was speaking, though your ears were ringing too much for you to hear properly, beyond a couple of words.
But what you heard was pretty concerning still. Your mom was talking about something about her farts, you were sure of that much, though there was no way you could hear Zuleima's response. You felt that whatever she said wouldn't be good for you, if your previous visit was anything to go by. You heard more talking, and your poor ears slowly recovered, your mom mercifully stopped farting on you, but you could hear intense groaning noises coming from the seemingly endless darkness behind you, plus you felt that her cheeks tensed up, she was probably holding them in and it was a huge effort... something you were well familiarized with, since she was comparable to Lillian on how gassy she could get sometimes, though at least, to your relief, it wasn't literally every day like in your best friend's case.
Your mind flashed back, remembering several times having to endure your mom's devastating farts when she felt sick in the stomach, and many times out of those you even massaged her aching tummy to help her ease the pressure out. At least having been constantly exposed to hers and Lillian's farts enabled you to withstand them while performing your task.
Some other times, she just needed to let them out, but chose to do so while sitting next to you (or on your lap) because you were watching a movie together or something... and unlike as you'd do with Lillian, you never really protested because you could tell it would've hurt her feelings, besides, if she left every time she got gassy she would've spent even less time with you than she already does nowadays, so you could sort of see it from her point of view and simply accepted it as collateral damage (to your nostrils).
"I never honestly thought I'd say this but I wish I went back to those days... nobody should have to suffer through farts this massive..." You muttered "Well... a certain bully and an evil blonde would probably deserve it..." You then chuckled, wishing that those two were suffering this fate instead of yourself. But then, louder growls snapped you out of your thoughts. It almost seemed like instant karma for wishing evil upon others though.
"Blaise, honey..." You heard your mother's muffled voice "I don't really know if you can hear me that well..." She said just as the growling became louder and the rumbling intensified, feeling like a relatively weak but constant earthquake.
"I swear I meant to go easy on your first day..." She apologized "But looks like last night's snacks are coming back with a vengeance". She tried to ease the mood, but immediately winced, her stomach looked really bloated now and it hurt.
Everything she was saying only added to your despair, though, to your slight consolation, at least she still cared, evidenced by the fact that she was still holding her farts in even though her voice sounded pained and the awful noises her stomach made actually sounded painful by themselves. But that also chilled your blood, for you'd be right in the line of fire...
"So... uh... well, you know me..." She chuckled again, grunting a little, as even that bit of laughter caused her more pain.
"This will happen quite often, but I hope it won't be as bad as today" She continued and fidgeted a little. She still wasn't sure which was the right call, normally she'd take you out when her gas got too bad, but as the AC was on, she knew you'd get chilled very fast, and she couldn't even trust her chest to be warm enough. Her stomach then made louder, ominous sounding growls and she knew her time had just run out.
"Please cover your ears and hold on tight... it'll be over before you realize..."
Only a couple of seconds later, with that as your only warning, you felt as if you were on a front row seat to the first nuclear bombing of a starting World War III. Blazing hot winds blew into and past you, though the immensely heavy, blubbery masses engulfing you made sure that you stayed in one place. The insanely powerful torrent of gas pushed you with incredible force, pressing you somewhat into your mom's smooth skin.
You could swear you were getting roasted, the gigantic fart was just that hot, making you feel like you were in a sauna rather than a room with the AC on, but then again, even without farting, your mom had plenty of 'insulation'. The heat was the first thing you focused on, but the noise was just insane, its massive reverberations shook your everything like massive shockwaves, putting the previous earthquake-like shaking to shame. At least heeding your mom's warning paid off in that your eardrums didn't burst, but you could swear you almost got a concussion from the raging soundwaves alone, and your whole skeleton felt like it was made of twigs.
With your senses vastly overwhelmed, it took a bit more for you to experience the third element of this torment, which was the smell. Sadly, you were quite used to the smell of your mom's gas, and yet, this was bad even for her... though Lillian could probably do worse on a bad day. Still, it only served to contribute further to making you feel dizzy, losing your sense of time faster than before. After what felt like an eternity, your mom's monstrous release finally subsided, but you could still hear the ominous rumbling farther into the darkness behind you... Will you make it through the ordeal?
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May 12, 2023
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