Deciding that there were more important things to worry about, you chose to accept this without questioning much, and walked to Sheila's tray in order to retrieve your own. You couldn't help but still be concerned about Sheila's choices, however, and decided to give it a shot at trying to make your fate less miserable.
"H-Hey, Auntie..." You said, a little timidly, but knowing she loved being called that, hopefully making her more willing to listen to you
"Yes, sweetie?" She said as she was grabbing the first burrito. You could hardly believe it, that thing was easily city-sized in your scale, and she was going to eat 6 of those, plus many other similarly sized things.
"Uh, you know... since you're watching your beautiful figure, aren't you a little worried that's... uh... a bit much?" You asked, trying to sweeten the question so as to not sting her ego too much, and again, because getting her in a good mood was your best shot at getting her to listen. Sheila's blush when you complimented her unnerved you though.
"Oh my... what a smooth talker" She said in a flirty tone, setting the burrito down while giggling and leaning closer to you
"No need to worry, I'm not really dieting anymore... besides, I'm starving, I haven't eaten anything since last night" She replied with a sweet smile
"And, as you saw, I'm still a growing girl. I need to eat a bit more" She giggled and used a fingertip to gently caress your head. You gulped. The calorie angle wasn't going to cut it. There was only one more way to try and get her to eat less, but you'd have to be more blunt about it.
"Uh... okay... but, are you really sure about that kind of food?" You asked with some hesitation
"Huh?" Sheila apparently failed to catch your drift, and she thought about it for several seconds until it looked like she got it.
"Oh, I know what you mean..." She laughed and leaned even closer
"Don't worry. It won't really make any difference since I already woke up feeling gassy anyway" She whispered, but her attitude was still very nonchalant otherwise. You felt like fainting. You couldn't believe Sheila lacked this much self-awareness. Even Lillian knew eating the usual kind of foods she liked on a bad day was going to supercharge her already monstrous bouts of flatulence, making them overkill even by her standards. You could only imagine that with Sheila it was going to be many, many more times worse than the worst you could imagine.
Defeated, and after hearing Sheila's stomach growl in protest at the lack of food in it, you politely nodded and started eating, with her promptly doing the same. While you ate, you had some small talk with her, apparently catching up on your life, though you were instead trying to gather as much info about it as you could, and had to re-imagine past anecdotes to make them seem believable in context. Unfortunately, you couldn't get her to tell you if you were always this small or if you were ever normal sized at one point. What you learned was that your size made it for significant more dangers in your daily life, and as if fate wanted to mock you further, most involved women's backsides.
Your mother many times sat down upon you, squashing you under her massive rear since it and her wide hips often blocked her vision, and she often had no idea you were near or under her. She also had a fondness for sticking you in her back pocket and carry you around in there as she did her daily tasks, on the rare days she wasn't at work. And, at least according to Sheila, she also loved putting you in her chest and teasing you about returning you to the "baby diet". That one took you a while to catch, but when you did you couldn't help but shudder.
Ariadne at least tried to make an effort to take care of you when she was around, so, her squashing you on accident seldom happened, but instead, you had to put up with her overwhelming affection, which often involved hugs that smothered you into her massive bust or having to endure her protein fueled farts, which much to your annoyance, she also considered a form of affection. On the other hand she gave you more autonomy than your mother, but if given the chance she was happy to hand you over to Lillian if you'd be alone with her.
And speaking of her, Lillian. She wasn't all that much different personality wise, but given your size, she teased you exponentially more, both physically and figuratively. According to Sheila, she loved to carry you around in her buttcrack, or have you rest on her enormous cheeks while she laid down, though she wasn't keen to take you out if she got gassy or sweaty. You shuddered imagining it, but then realized it'd be just a toned down version of Sheila, and wondered if you wouldn't be better off with her despite all the time you'd probably end up spending in, on, under or near her ass.
Sheila also made some seemingly offhanded comments that in school, you sometimes ended accidentally squashed under Coach Amber's butt, and more often than not under Lulu's much more massive one, though even Sheila doubted it was truly accidental since she did it so many times, suggesting she actually wanted to have you under it. She even advised you not to accept any one-on-one tutoring from her, if she were to offer it to you. Lastly, she also mentioned the fearsome principal, Arianna, also had her fair share of times squashing you under her massive behind, but that seemed to be truly accidental, though for reasons Sheila herself didn't understand, sometimes she took a really long time to notice you or free you. Your blood ran cold, unwilling to imagine having to deal with her at your current size.
At this point, you guessed your only good bets were Jen and possibly Yamile, Sheila said nothing, but if their personalities were mostly the same as the ones you knew, they'd try to protect you. Thinking about Jen's planet-sized bossom also got you to blush and feel some pleasurable tingles across your body. Yamile, on the other hand, you were a little bit unsure, she was really nice and seemed to like you enough to try and help you, but sporting bodily proportions that rivaled both of Jen's and Lillian's biggest assets, she could be an unintentional danger to your very tiny self.
Another thing Sheila didn't mention was Celeste, and by extension, your Aunt Karen. The latter didn't bear any ill will towards you, but her air-headedness could make her deadlier than Sheila, and she had even less self-awareness, often farting whenever she felt like it. And Celeste, oh boy, you didn't want to think too much about it. Finding yourself in her clutches could spell doom for you, though most ironically, probably not with her flabby butt. Having inherited some of her mom's clumsiness though, you could very well still end up under it if you're particularly unlucky.
While your mind was busy with those thoughts, you still stared with awe as Sheila devoured a feast that could easily feed 4 or more people, all by herself. You couldn't help but cringe as you saw her happily wolf down metric tons of beans and spicy food, which you knew she had no special resistance of, like yourself, your mom, Jen or Yamile. That was going to come you bite sooner or later.
Almost on autopilot, you ate your food at a reasonable pace, and it was surprising it took you roughly the same time for you to consume a normal one-person meal as it took Sheila to gulp down easily 5 to 6 times that amount. She then drank her large cup of Coke and nonchalantly let out a loud burp that slightly shook the table you were on.
"Ah~. I really needed that. I feel like I just came back to life" She sighed, satisfied with her massive meal and lightly patted her now larger and pudgier-looking stomach. It made a few faint bubbling noises that still concerned you.
"I think I can say the same. This was better than I thought" You said, hiding your worry about Sheila's later status, and how it'd affect you. Maybe you could make up an excuse to avoid her butt later. You too felt like you recovered at least a bit of strength after having finished your breakfast, though you weren't convinced it'd fully replenish the energy Sheila singlehandedly made you deplete.
Sheila then paid for the meal and have Nancy a rather generous tip before she left, with you riding on her boob like she had done when she left the bathroom. You felt a little optimistic she may choose to keep you there for the rest of the day, but your hopes were dashed as soon as she reached her car. She picked you up and brought you to her huge shorts-clad booty, using her free hand to pull open both her shorts and her panties/thong.
"Ready? The best seats in the house are waiting for you" She giggled, spanking herself while you could only look on in horror as the hyper-massive booty halves jiggled and wobbled like there was no tomorrow.
"Uh, Auntie..." You tried to speak up, but she mistook that for eagerness and dropped you right in, much to your dismay, you landed on the inside part of her panties/thong that were a few sizes too small, and when she pulled them up she gave herself quite a deep wedgie, but given the sheer size of her butt, you were still roughly halfway deep. When she pulled up her shorts, your plush surroundings encased you more tightly, sealing your fate...
[Paths]
[Choice 2]: Sheila's breakfast kicks in sooner than she thought, so she decides to go back home to let it out before resuming her day with you. Unfortunately for you, she's going to blast such a massive hyper-storm that it's going to make her morning one look like a mere breeze.
"H-Hey, Auntie..." You said, a little timidly, but knowing she loved being called that, hopefully making her more willing to listen to you
"Yes, sweetie?" She said as she was grabbing the first burrito. You could hardly believe it, that thing was easily city-sized in your scale, and she was going to eat 6 of those, plus many other similarly sized things.
"Uh, you know... since you're watching your beautiful figure, aren't you a little worried that's... uh... a bit much?" You asked, trying to sweeten the question so as to not sting her ego too much, and again, because getting her in a good mood was your best shot at getting her to listen. Sheila's blush when you complimented her unnerved you though.
"Oh my... what a smooth talker" She said in a flirty tone, setting the burrito down while giggling and leaning closer to you
"No need to worry, I'm not really dieting anymore... besides, I'm starving, I haven't eaten anything since last night" She replied with a sweet smile
"And, as you saw, I'm still a growing girl. I need to eat a bit more" She giggled and used a fingertip to gently caress your head. You gulped. The calorie angle wasn't going to cut it. There was only one more way to try and get her to eat less, but you'd have to be more blunt about it.
"Uh... okay... but, are you really sure about that kind of food?" You asked with some hesitation
"Huh?" Sheila apparently failed to catch your drift, and she thought about it for several seconds until it looked like she got it.
"Oh, I know what you mean..." She laughed and leaned even closer
"Don't worry. It won't really make any difference since I already woke up feeling gassy anyway" She whispered, but her attitude was still very nonchalant otherwise. You felt like fainting. You couldn't believe Sheila lacked this much self-awareness. Even Lillian knew eating the usual kind of foods she liked on a bad day was going to supercharge her already monstrous bouts of flatulence, making them overkill even by her standards. You could only imagine that with Sheila it was going to be many, many more times worse than the worst you could imagine.
Defeated, and after hearing Sheila's stomach growl in protest at the lack of food in it, you politely nodded and started eating, with her promptly doing the same. While you ate, you had some small talk with her, apparently catching up on your life, though you were instead trying to gather as much info about it as you could, and had to re-imagine past anecdotes to make them seem believable in context. Unfortunately, you couldn't get her to tell you if you were always this small or if you were ever normal sized at one point. What you learned was that your size made it for significant more dangers in your daily life, and as if fate wanted to mock you further, most involved women's backsides.
Your mother many times sat down upon you, squashing you under her massive rear since it and her wide hips often blocked her vision, and she often had no idea you were near or under her. She also had a fondness for sticking you in her back pocket and carry you around in there as she did her daily tasks, on the rare days she wasn't at work. And, at least according to Sheila, she also loved putting you in her chest and teasing you about returning you to the "baby diet". That one took you a while to catch, but when you did you couldn't help but shudder.
Ariadne at least tried to make an effort to take care of you when she was around, so, her squashing you on accident seldom happened, but instead, you had to put up with her overwhelming affection, which often involved hugs that smothered you into her massive bust or having to endure her protein fueled farts, which much to your annoyance, she also considered a form of affection. On the other hand she gave you more autonomy than your mother, but if given the chance she was happy to hand you over to Lillian if you'd be alone with her.
And speaking of her, Lillian. She wasn't all that much different personality wise, but given your size, she teased you exponentially more, both physically and figuratively. According to Sheila, she loved to carry you around in her buttcrack, or have you rest on her enormous cheeks while she laid down, though she wasn't keen to take you out if she got gassy or sweaty. You shuddered imagining it, but then realized it'd be just a toned down version of Sheila, and wondered if you wouldn't be better off with her despite all the time you'd probably end up spending in, on, under or near her ass.
Sheila also made some seemingly offhanded comments that in school, you sometimes ended accidentally squashed under Coach Amber's butt, and more often than not under Lulu's much more massive one, though even Sheila doubted it was truly accidental since she did it so many times, suggesting she actually wanted to have you under it. She even advised you not to accept any one-on-one tutoring from her, if she were to offer it to you. Lastly, she also mentioned the fearsome principal, Arianna, also had her fair share of times squashing you under her massive behind, but that seemed to be truly accidental, though for reasons Sheila herself didn't understand, sometimes she took a really long time to notice you or free you. Your blood ran cold, unwilling to imagine having to deal with her at your current size.
At this point, you guessed your only good bets were Jen and possibly Yamile, Sheila said nothing, but if their personalities were mostly the same as the ones you knew, they'd try to protect you. Thinking about Jen's planet-sized bossom also got you to blush and feel some pleasurable tingles across your body. Yamile, on the other hand, you were a little bit unsure, she was really nice and seemed to like you enough to try and help you, but sporting bodily proportions that rivaled both of Jen's and Lillian's biggest assets, she could be an unintentional danger to your very tiny self.
Another thing Sheila didn't mention was Celeste, and by extension, your Aunt Karen. The latter didn't bear any ill will towards you, but her air-headedness could make her deadlier than Sheila, and she had even less self-awareness, often farting whenever she felt like it. And Celeste, oh boy, you didn't want to think too much about it. Finding yourself in her clutches could spell doom for you, though most ironically, probably not with her flabby butt. Having inherited some of her mom's clumsiness though, you could very well still end up under it if you're particularly unlucky.
While your mind was busy with those thoughts, you still stared with awe as Sheila devoured a feast that could easily feed 4 or more people, all by herself. You couldn't help but cringe as you saw her happily wolf down metric tons of beans and spicy food, which you knew she had no special resistance of, like yourself, your mom, Jen or Yamile. That was going to come you bite sooner or later.
Almost on autopilot, you ate your food at a reasonable pace, and it was surprising it took you roughly the same time for you to consume a normal one-person meal as it took Sheila to gulp down easily 5 to 6 times that amount. She then drank her large cup of Coke and nonchalantly let out a loud burp that slightly shook the table you were on.
"Ah~. I really needed that. I feel like I just came back to life" She sighed, satisfied with her massive meal and lightly patted her now larger and pudgier-looking stomach. It made a few faint bubbling noises that still concerned you.
"I think I can say the same. This was better than I thought" You said, hiding your worry about Sheila's later status, and how it'd affect you. Maybe you could make up an excuse to avoid her butt later. You too felt like you recovered at least a bit of strength after having finished your breakfast, though you weren't convinced it'd fully replenish the energy Sheila singlehandedly made you deplete.
Sheila then paid for the meal and have Nancy a rather generous tip before she left, with you riding on her boob like she had done when she left the bathroom. You felt a little optimistic she may choose to keep you there for the rest of the day, but your hopes were dashed as soon as she reached her car. She picked you up and brought you to her huge shorts-clad booty, using her free hand to pull open both her shorts and her panties/thong.
"Ready? The best seats in the house are waiting for you" She giggled, spanking herself while you could only look on in horror as the hyper-massive booty halves jiggled and wobbled like there was no tomorrow.
"Uh, Auntie..." You tried to speak up, but she mistook that for eagerness and dropped you right in, much to your dismay, you landed on the inside part of her panties/thong that were a few sizes too small, and when she pulled them up she gave herself quite a deep wedgie, but given the sheer size of her butt, you were still roughly halfway deep. When she pulled up her shorts, your plush surroundings encased you more tightly, sealing your fate...
[Paths]
[Choice 2]: Sheila's breakfast kicks in sooner than she thought, so she decides to go back home to let it out before resuming her day with you. Unfortunately for you, she's going to blast such a massive hyper-storm that it's going to make her morning one look like a mere breeze.
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