Sheila's enormous ass let out three equally enormous farts, each lasting for well over a minute, and shaking the room enough to knock a few things off, although, fortunately, your micro house wasn't one of them. She smiled and sighed, satisfied that all the pressure in her stomach and booty was finally gone.
"Phew, that sure took a while, but it wasn't all that bad, right?" She teasingly asked you, shaking her hips to make your entire immediate world jiggle along with them. Despite being unable to hear your answer, if you answered at all, she was fairly sure she was right, and that her latest bout of flatulence was a mild inconvenience to you at worst.
Her stomach growled again, but the noise was different. You couldn't help but panic, since you thought it was finally over, but, as if she were reading your mind, she spoke again.
"And that brings us to the first part of our nice day together. We're gonna have breakfast at Salsa Shack. My treat!" Sheila smiled and lightly patted her butt.
You felt a bit of relief upon hearing "we". Your appetite, as well as most feelings in your body had been numbed to oblivion, even the burns you felt every time you took a breath felt less painful over time, but in a bad way, as in, the pain was still there in its entirety, but your brain was too tired to bother processing more of the same. Still, you could use having some food, as your body desperately needed anything to revitalize it, though you doubted how much good it'd be against such a colossal captor as Sheila's huge butt was (to you).
She walked out of your room, and shortly after out of your house with an extra bounce to her step, swaying her hips more than usual since she was really happy to have you with her. She went to her car and opened the door to the driver's seat.
"Alright. I'm gonna sit down... try not to get lost in there" She playfully warned, though the way her voice sounded to you seemed to imply that she totally wanted you to actually get lost in the depths of her crack. Warning or not, there was little you could do in your current state, though you did weakly grip onto the handfuls of soft doughy butt flesh you could hold in your hands. When she finally sat down, you felt the pressure around you increase exponentially on untold levels, but the sheer softness of the stuff that held you made it at least bearable. You couldn't shake off the notion that if things were just a little bit different, this would've been the moment you would've been squashed to a tiny red puddle, smeared out of existence by such a small action. You were thankful that wasn't the case.
As per her earlier claim, it seemed Sheila had finally gotten rid of all the gas that bothered her, and the drive to Salsa Shack was peacefully uneventful. You even felt somewhat comfortable in your squishy containment, since it was like being surrounded by two giant warm waterbeds.
'Maybe Sheila's not so bad after all...' A stray thought crossed your mind, but then you weakly slapped yourself, remembering the hell that you just had gone through,
'Still, if the rest of the day goes like this, I might make it out relatively fine'
About half an hour after leaving your house, Sheila arrived to the Salsa Shack, parked her car close to the restaurant and got out. Happily walking towards one of her favorite, if not her number one favorite restaurant in the city. The restaurant was known for being pretty damn efficient despite being run almost in its entirety by a curvy and quirky local manager that went by the name Nancy. New hires were inconsistent at best, but if there was any chance, as minimal as it could be, for her not to do a task, she'd take it. Given her slightly pudgy look, one wouldn't suspect just how much physical work she did.
"See? I just needed to let that little bit of pressure off, and you also get to enjoy the ride" She said quietly, briefly looking at her swinging hips and the huge butt that was attached to those.
You shook your head, only Sheila could refer to such a massive amount of deadly gas as 'little', when it took her over half an hour to empty her massive 'tank' upon you... but then again, in her scale, it probably was. You then only recognized where she had gone to when you heard Nancy greet her as she came in. You were sort of neutral towards that place. Your mom and friends all loved it, but you preferred pizza if you were going to eat out, since you had Mexican food at home almost every day.
Sheila and Lillian similarly often helped themselves to your food stores at home, so, this shouldn't really be anything out of the ordinary. Ariadne at least shared the sentiment that while the restaurant itself wasn't bad at all, in fact, being pretty good and authentic at delivering at least actual Mexican recipes instead of slapping a tortilla on anything to try and pass it off as such, she too liked other places better. In her case, she favored steakhouses, which was hardly a surprise to anyone that saw her.
Jen's case was a bit odd. While of Nordic origin by blood, her parents ended up moving to Mexico for reasons you never really found out, since you often refrained from prying into other people's personal lives unless they asked, although it had made you curious. Hearing Jen talking to you in perfect Spanish way back when you met her was a bit of a shocker, although her own mom still retains a nordic accent when she does.
'It's probably nostalgia, I guess, like with mom...' You thought 'I really should try to invite her to lunch or dinner at home when I get out of this situation...'
You also chuckled at the irony that despite you being Mexican by blood, you had spent far less time in the country than her, and while you were aware of your connection to your mom's homeland, it didn't fully feel yours, but it seemed like it was for Jen.
'I guess she gets a pass for liking the place' You then thought, and wondered if, given how frequently they came here, they hadn't inadvertently run into each other countless times already. Since they already met, you couldn't possibly begin to imagine what their interactions would've been like... your mom was certainly a bit ambiguous on her stance, since she personally favored Lillian as your prospective girlfriend, but found quite a lot in common with Jen, having both grown in her dear homeland. You hoped Jen could eventually win her over on her own because you had no idea how to help her.
These thoughts were abruptly interrupted when light shone into your dark, stuffy confines, and city-block sized fingertips pried into them, carefully picking you up. It was like the world's biggest elevator, as Sheila's hand was quick to lift you up and out of her huge crack. She stopped, however, with you still being barely above said crack, and she gave a teasing shake to her gigantic assets before speaking.
"Hope you enjoyed the ride... I know you had to be a little trooper for me even before we got moving, and I reeeaally appreciate it" She said in a decidedly flirty tone, not even trying to be subtle about it anymore. And that was accompanied by more hip shaking that sent her colossal assets into a jiggling frenzy, a sight you couldn't quite look away from, since it took up your whole visual field, and then some, and because there was maybe something hypnotic to it, making you wonder if Sheila was aware of that, since she seemed happy to wield that 'power'.
She finally lifted you farther up and brought you around her nearly equally as massive frame. She set you on a sink, making you realize that she had walked into the women's bathroom, but before you asked her why, you saw a structure similar to your micro-house, a restroom actually. You were quick to put two and two together and thanked her before walking into it. You got the vibe that questioning how this world worked could draw unwanted attention, so you had to try to learn about it while rolling along with it. Far from an ideal approach, but it's what you had.
As you entered the restroom, a new thought crossed your mind: If things like these existed, did that mean there were other tiny people like you? You doubted your sole presence would've warranted this kind of accomodation, but then again, both your mom and Sheila were very frequent clients and friends with Nancy, it wouldn't be all that surprising if they pulled a few strings to get things like these done. But that raised another important point, was this condition natural or the result of a freak accident? Were you born this way, or were you normal until something got you to this size? And in either of those cases, were you the only one? You took a deep breath and shook your head. Too many questions, too little answers, and your plans for the day wouldn't seem to be very helpful in your investigation... but then again, you only got thinking like this because of this bathroom you saw, so, maybe Sheila would inadvertently give you more answers than you'd think.
Deciding to focus back on the main task at hand, you realized these weren't restrooms, but full-on equipped bathrooms, more along the lines of the kind you'd find on a gym than a restaurant. Even more surprisingly, you found that it included a laundry of sorts. At this point you stopped questioning things and just locked the door, took off your clothes and put them to wash and dry while you took a much needed shower.
[Paths]
[Choice 2]: Sheila fooled around while waiting for you, inadvertently bumping the sink her colossal ass, sending the entire microbathroom flying into her abyssal crack. Does she even realize?
"Phew, that sure took a while, but it wasn't all that bad, right?" She teasingly asked you, shaking her hips to make your entire immediate world jiggle along with them. Despite being unable to hear your answer, if you answered at all, she was fairly sure she was right, and that her latest bout of flatulence was a mild inconvenience to you at worst.
Her stomach growled again, but the noise was different. You couldn't help but panic, since you thought it was finally over, but, as if she were reading your mind, she spoke again.
"And that brings us to the first part of our nice day together. We're gonna have breakfast at Salsa Shack. My treat!" Sheila smiled and lightly patted her butt.
You felt a bit of relief upon hearing "we". Your appetite, as well as most feelings in your body had been numbed to oblivion, even the burns you felt every time you took a breath felt less painful over time, but in a bad way, as in, the pain was still there in its entirety, but your brain was too tired to bother processing more of the same. Still, you could use having some food, as your body desperately needed anything to revitalize it, though you doubted how much good it'd be against such a colossal captor as Sheila's huge butt was (to you).
She walked out of your room, and shortly after out of your house with an extra bounce to her step, swaying her hips more than usual since she was really happy to have you with her. She went to her car and opened the door to the driver's seat.
"Alright. I'm gonna sit down... try not to get lost in there" She playfully warned, though the way her voice sounded to you seemed to imply that she totally wanted you to actually get lost in the depths of her crack. Warning or not, there was little you could do in your current state, though you did weakly grip onto the handfuls of soft doughy butt flesh you could hold in your hands. When she finally sat down, you felt the pressure around you increase exponentially on untold levels, but the sheer softness of the stuff that held you made it at least bearable. You couldn't shake off the notion that if things were just a little bit different, this would've been the moment you would've been squashed to a tiny red puddle, smeared out of existence by such a small action. You were thankful that wasn't the case.
As per her earlier claim, it seemed Sheila had finally gotten rid of all the gas that bothered her, and the drive to Salsa Shack was peacefully uneventful. You even felt somewhat comfortable in your squishy containment, since it was like being surrounded by two giant warm waterbeds.
'Maybe Sheila's not so bad after all...' A stray thought crossed your mind, but then you weakly slapped yourself, remembering the hell that you just had gone through,
'Still, if the rest of the day goes like this, I might make it out relatively fine'
About half an hour after leaving your house, Sheila arrived to the Salsa Shack, parked her car close to the restaurant and got out. Happily walking towards one of her favorite, if not her number one favorite restaurant in the city. The restaurant was known for being pretty damn efficient despite being run almost in its entirety by a curvy and quirky local manager that went by the name Nancy. New hires were inconsistent at best, but if there was any chance, as minimal as it could be, for her not to do a task, she'd take it. Given her slightly pudgy look, one wouldn't suspect just how much physical work she did.
"See? I just needed to let that little bit of pressure off, and you also get to enjoy the ride" She said quietly, briefly looking at her swinging hips and the huge butt that was attached to those.
You shook your head, only Sheila could refer to such a massive amount of deadly gas as 'little', when it took her over half an hour to empty her massive 'tank' upon you... but then again, in her scale, it probably was. You then only recognized where she had gone to when you heard Nancy greet her as she came in. You were sort of neutral towards that place. Your mom and friends all loved it, but you preferred pizza if you were going to eat out, since you had Mexican food at home almost every day.
Sheila and Lillian similarly often helped themselves to your food stores at home, so, this shouldn't really be anything out of the ordinary. Ariadne at least shared the sentiment that while the restaurant itself wasn't bad at all, in fact, being pretty good and authentic at delivering at least actual Mexican recipes instead of slapping a tortilla on anything to try and pass it off as such, she too liked other places better. In her case, she favored steakhouses, which was hardly a surprise to anyone that saw her.
Jen's case was a bit odd. While of Nordic origin by blood, her parents ended up moving to Mexico for reasons you never really found out, since you often refrained from prying into other people's personal lives unless they asked, although it had made you curious. Hearing Jen talking to you in perfect Spanish way back when you met her was a bit of a shocker, although her own mom still retains a nordic accent when she does.
'It's probably nostalgia, I guess, like with mom...' You thought 'I really should try to invite her to lunch or dinner at home when I get out of this situation...'
You also chuckled at the irony that despite you being Mexican by blood, you had spent far less time in the country than her, and while you were aware of your connection to your mom's homeland, it didn't fully feel yours, but it seemed like it was for Jen.
'I guess she gets a pass for liking the place' You then thought, and wondered if, given how frequently they came here, they hadn't inadvertently run into each other countless times already. Since they already met, you couldn't possibly begin to imagine what their interactions would've been like... your mom was certainly a bit ambiguous on her stance, since she personally favored Lillian as your prospective girlfriend, but found quite a lot in common with Jen, having both grown in her dear homeland. You hoped Jen could eventually win her over on her own because you had no idea how to help her.
These thoughts were abruptly interrupted when light shone into your dark, stuffy confines, and city-block sized fingertips pried into them, carefully picking you up. It was like the world's biggest elevator, as Sheila's hand was quick to lift you up and out of her huge crack. She stopped, however, with you still being barely above said crack, and she gave a teasing shake to her gigantic assets before speaking.
"Hope you enjoyed the ride... I know you had to be a little trooper for me even before we got moving, and I reeeaally appreciate it" She said in a decidedly flirty tone, not even trying to be subtle about it anymore. And that was accompanied by more hip shaking that sent her colossal assets into a jiggling frenzy, a sight you couldn't quite look away from, since it took up your whole visual field, and then some, and because there was maybe something hypnotic to it, making you wonder if Sheila was aware of that, since she seemed happy to wield that 'power'.
She finally lifted you farther up and brought you around her nearly equally as massive frame. She set you on a sink, making you realize that she had walked into the women's bathroom, but before you asked her why, you saw a structure similar to your micro-house, a restroom actually. You were quick to put two and two together and thanked her before walking into it. You got the vibe that questioning how this world worked could draw unwanted attention, so you had to try to learn about it while rolling along with it. Far from an ideal approach, but it's what you had.
As you entered the restroom, a new thought crossed your mind: If things like these existed, did that mean there were other tiny people like you? You doubted your sole presence would've warranted this kind of accomodation, but then again, both your mom and Sheila were very frequent clients and friends with Nancy, it wouldn't be all that surprising if they pulled a few strings to get things like these done. But that raised another important point, was this condition natural or the result of a freak accident? Were you born this way, or were you normal until something got you to this size? And in either of those cases, were you the only one? You took a deep breath and shook your head. Too many questions, too little answers, and your plans for the day wouldn't seem to be very helpful in your investigation... but then again, you only got thinking like this because of this bathroom you saw, so, maybe Sheila would inadvertently give you more answers than you'd think.
Deciding to focus back on the main task at hand, you realized these weren't restrooms, but full-on equipped bathrooms, more along the lines of the kind you'd find on a gym than a restaurant. Even more surprisingly, you found that it included a laundry of sorts. At this point you stopped questioning things and just locked the door, took off your clothes and put them to wash and dry while you took a much needed shower.
[Paths]
[Choice 2]: Sheila fooled around while waiting for you, inadvertently bumping the sink her colossal ass, sending the entire microbathroom flying into her abyssal crack. Does she even realize?
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