Sheila was amused as her big butt just belched out one of its biggest farts ever, as far as she could recall.
'That was a BIG bubble' She thought and quietly giggled, enjoying the intense vibrations that ensued before her enormous cheeks bounced back in place.
Fortunately for you, that was the last of it, for the time being, and Sheila's bowels finally went quiet. You were so thoroughly beaten you just wanted to rest, but just as you closed your eyes and were ready to slip back into the dark void of the unconscious, you felt your "world" shift and move.
"Well, time sure flies!" You heard Sheila say, then heard what presumably was her stretching
"That was a really nice massage, but I think it was only so good because you helped, hon" She chuckled and lightly patted her butt
"I also loved your company while I did some much needed unwinding" She added, laughing at her own pun, as lame as it may have seemed to you. But you were too tired to really care.
After that, she left the room and went to pay for the whole service she got plus the generous tip she promised to the poor masseuse that had to knead all of dat mass. With that done, she walked back to her car, taking her sweet time to maximize feeling you bouncing between her cheeks.
"It's getting late, but that sure was a fun day! I'm glad you decided to spend it with me, sweetie" She said, looking at the time on her phone, a little over 11 PM. She recalled her younger days with Miriam, back then, that was just the beginning of the night for her, but even if she wanted to have more fun, she was at least vaguely aware that she had tired you out and you needed some rest, perhaps because, most bafflingly, in some ways she still thought of you as a kid, though you've gone through far more than enough to be deemed a full grown adult by now.
The drive home was quiet, peaceful and uneventful. You easily fell asleep, as there were no more apocalyptic roaring noises all around with bursts of wind that felt like they were just a little bit away from tearing your skin off. Only the faint humming of the car, which was heavily muffled by Sheila's generous derriere, making for the perfect white noise for your battered and tired diminutive self to fall asleep to, engulfed by softness all around.
Half an hour later, Sheila finally arrived to her home. She noticed Miriam's car was still not there, parked at yours.
'Must've been asked again to do overtime or finish some bullshit paper... that freaking job of hers...' She thought, feeling sympathy for her best friend, whose job really ate up a good portion of her life these days.
She quietly entered her house, knowing that Lillian was probably asleep by now, which she understood since she had been outside all day, and probably ended up feeling pretty tired herself.
'I guess I'd be just as tired if it weren't for that massage' She thought, chuckling to herself.
Despite her height and weight, when she wanted to, she could walk mostly without making a noise, though even that sneakiness was lost to the likes of you, who'd feel the literal booming quakes each of her steps would make anyway. She entered her bedroom and began taking off her clothes until she was down to just her underwear. Smiling at the new ideas that sprang up in her mind, she walked into her bathroom.
You suddenly woke up when light reached your deep, dark confines, and before you could even form a coherent thought, a pair of skyscraper-sized fingers reached for you and picked you up. You thought you had your mind blown enough times for over 10 whole lifetimes, but once again, it was when you realized you were with a naked Sheila in the shower.
"S-Sheila?! What are you-"
"Shh. Unlike you, I haven't had any chance to get a shower until now" She softly said, giving you a playful smirk. She then brought you to her bar of soap and lightly pressed you into it, somewhat embedding you into it.
"How about you lend Auntie a hand? It's the last thing we have to do today" She asked, not really giving you time to answer, but you knew it would've been in vain anyway.
You were about to freak out about the possibility of getting washed down the drain when you looked down and observed the drain was closed, the water from the shower pooling at her feet. You sighed in relief.
'At least she thought of that' you shook your head, and just tried to prepare yourself as she began using the soap and you to lather her massive (in more ways than one) body.
After having endured the intense pressure and lack of air in her fart bubble, you considered you were probably very difficult to drown, so the only real fear you had was getting lost down the drain, but that had been just covered. It wasn't like you wanted to die anyway, but this only meant you could take a real hell of a punishment.
'If I ever get out of this and get back home, I think I need to find the people responsible for this mess and at least punch someone in the face' You thought with a frustrated sigh as you neared one of Sheila's mountainous boobs.
Sheila was pretty thorough with how she washed her body, lathering it up in foam, which meant you were pressed against about every single square inch of her titanic body, save for one exception. You saw her giggle and wink at you as she set the bar of soap you were in on a holding dish and reached for another one.
"We'll wait for you to be 18 for that one" She whispered and used that other soap to lather up and wash the most private of her areas. You were still thankful for that, but couldn't help but feel dread about the other private area of hers she had no problem with you being around. It only took her a couple of minutes before she rinsed with water and reached again for your bar.
"With that done, I've left the very best for the end" She said, and you wanted to scream, but held your tongue as you were brought around her waist to her most massive pair of assets, which you now think you could even chart on a map if you were asked, after having more or less scanned the whole of them with your body, with that masseuse's "help".
In fact, it was very similar to that, you were rubbed and massaged into the gigantic meaty round globe, sinking into its generous fatty padding while the soap made more foam all over it. She was even more thorough with this than she had been with the rest of her body, and it took several minutes before she repeated the cycle with the other one. With those two done, only one more thing was left, the one you dreaded the most.
Sheila nonchalantly stuck the bar of soap into her crack and gently rubbed it all over, putting more emphasis on the portion you were on while building up a larger layer of soapy foam. Trying to look at the brighter side of things, you guessed that such a thorough washing should at least get rid of all the sweat and smell she build up throughout the day, though you wished you didn't have to be in first-row of that process as it happened. You couldn't help but cringe as she reached deeper and deeper, bringing you to that other private area of hers you wished she kept you off of. Unable to do anything about it, you just closed your eyes, but still felt when you were pressed into the plump, wrinkly tissue. You heard her moan a little as she very thoroughly rubbed you all over it, seemingly making sure every last wrinkle was squeaky clean.
You shuddered as then you realized how precarious your position was if she were to let loose. Her farts were more than powerful enough to blow you out of your soapy binding, and perhaps the only thing more dangerous than a planet-sized Sheila was an unaware planet-sized Sheila.
You mentally tuned out, but physically felt how you were used to clean every last bit of Sheila's humongous chasm of a crack until she decided it was good enough and took the soap bar with you out, then rinsed with water. She held the soap under the shower for the water to dissolve your binding and picked you up, rising the remaining foam off you and began drying herself with her towel, putting you in it before that, and just like the soap, only one certain area she kept from you, but thoroughly rubbed all over the rest. She dried you after she was done with herself at least.
She then put on a comfy looking white tank top and matching panties, though those were still at least one (or two) sizes too small for her colossal behind. She also picked up your tiny clothes, which she had somehow taken off you while you were waking up, then she walked back into her bedroom and stood before her nightstand. You were surprised to see she had a micro house, similar to yours, in fact, it was near identical. But she didn't put you down. Instead, she simply grabbed your clothes and used a pin to push the door open, then pushed those inside the house. The door closed automatically after she withdrew the pin, which surprised you, you didn't know they could do that.
"By the look in your face, I would think you forgot I had a tiny house like yours in here" She said
"It shouldn't really be a surprise, though it had been a while since you last visited" She then brought you to her lips for a massive kiss. Apparently, not minding that you were now almost naked, as you did keep your underwear throughout the shower.
You hoped this would be the time she'd lower you down and let you go to that house to wash your clothes and sleep, but you could feel something else was on her mind instead. The smile she gave you sent chills down your spine.
"But, you know... You've been so lovely today, I think I've got a better idea"
'Oh no, please no, not what I think she's thinking...' You tiredly thought
'That was a BIG bubble' She thought and quietly giggled, enjoying the intense vibrations that ensued before her enormous cheeks bounced back in place.
Fortunately for you, that was the last of it, for the time being, and Sheila's bowels finally went quiet. You were so thoroughly beaten you just wanted to rest, but just as you closed your eyes and were ready to slip back into the dark void of the unconscious, you felt your "world" shift and move.
"Well, time sure flies!" You heard Sheila say, then heard what presumably was her stretching
"That was a really nice massage, but I think it was only so good because you helped, hon" She chuckled and lightly patted her butt
"I also loved your company while I did some much needed unwinding" She added, laughing at her own pun, as lame as it may have seemed to you. But you were too tired to really care.
After that, she left the room and went to pay for the whole service she got plus the generous tip she promised to the poor masseuse that had to knead all of dat mass. With that done, she walked back to her car, taking her sweet time to maximize feeling you bouncing between her cheeks.
"It's getting late, but that sure was a fun day! I'm glad you decided to spend it with me, sweetie" She said, looking at the time on her phone, a little over 11 PM. She recalled her younger days with Miriam, back then, that was just the beginning of the night for her, but even if she wanted to have more fun, she was at least vaguely aware that she had tired you out and you needed some rest, perhaps because, most bafflingly, in some ways she still thought of you as a kid, though you've gone through far more than enough to be deemed a full grown adult by now.
The drive home was quiet, peaceful and uneventful. You easily fell asleep, as there were no more apocalyptic roaring noises all around with bursts of wind that felt like they were just a little bit away from tearing your skin off. Only the faint humming of the car, which was heavily muffled by Sheila's generous derriere, making for the perfect white noise for your battered and tired diminutive self to fall asleep to, engulfed by softness all around.
Half an hour later, Sheila finally arrived to her home. She noticed Miriam's car was still not there, parked at yours.
'Must've been asked again to do overtime or finish some bullshit paper... that freaking job of hers...' She thought, feeling sympathy for her best friend, whose job really ate up a good portion of her life these days.
She quietly entered her house, knowing that Lillian was probably asleep by now, which she understood since she had been outside all day, and probably ended up feeling pretty tired herself.
'I guess I'd be just as tired if it weren't for that massage' She thought, chuckling to herself.
Despite her height and weight, when she wanted to, she could walk mostly without making a noise, though even that sneakiness was lost to the likes of you, who'd feel the literal booming quakes each of her steps would make anyway. She entered her bedroom and began taking off her clothes until she was down to just her underwear. Smiling at the new ideas that sprang up in her mind, she walked into her bathroom.
You suddenly woke up when light reached your deep, dark confines, and before you could even form a coherent thought, a pair of skyscraper-sized fingers reached for you and picked you up. You thought you had your mind blown enough times for over 10 whole lifetimes, but once again, it was when you realized you were with a naked Sheila in the shower.
"S-Sheila?! What are you-"
"Shh. Unlike you, I haven't had any chance to get a shower until now" She softly said, giving you a playful smirk. She then brought you to her bar of soap and lightly pressed you into it, somewhat embedding you into it.
"How about you lend Auntie a hand? It's the last thing we have to do today" She asked, not really giving you time to answer, but you knew it would've been in vain anyway.
You were about to freak out about the possibility of getting washed down the drain when you looked down and observed the drain was closed, the water from the shower pooling at her feet. You sighed in relief.
'At least she thought of that' you shook your head, and just tried to prepare yourself as she began using the soap and you to lather her massive (in more ways than one) body.
After having endured the intense pressure and lack of air in her fart bubble, you considered you were probably very difficult to drown, so the only real fear you had was getting lost down the drain, but that had been just covered. It wasn't like you wanted to die anyway, but this only meant you could take a real hell of a punishment.
'If I ever get out of this and get back home, I think I need to find the people responsible for this mess and at least punch someone in the face' You thought with a frustrated sigh as you neared one of Sheila's mountainous boobs.
Sheila was pretty thorough with how she washed her body, lathering it up in foam, which meant you were pressed against about every single square inch of her titanic body, save for one exception. You saw her giggle and wink at you as she set the bar of soap you were in on a holding dish and reached for another one.
"We'll wait for you to be 18 for that one" She whispered and used that other soap to lather up and wash the most private of her areas. You were still thankful for that, but couldn't help but feel dread about the other private area of hers she had no problem with you being around. It only took her a couple of minutes before she rinsed with water and reached again for your bar.
"With that done, I've left the very best for the end" She said, and you wanted to scream, but held your tongue as you were brought around her waist to her most massive pair of assets, which you now think you could even chart on a map if you were asked, after having more or less scanned the whole of them with your body, with that masseuse's "help".
In fact, it was very similar to that, you were rubbed and massaged into the gigantic meaty round globe, sinking into its generous fatty padding while the soap made more foam all over it. She was even more thorough with this than she had been with the rest of her body, and it took several minutes before she repeated the cycle with the other one. With those two done, only one more thing was left, the one you dreaded the most.
Sheila nonchalantly stuck the bar of soap into her crack and gently rubbed it all over, putting more emphasis on the portion you were on while building up a larger layer of soapy foam. Trying to look at the brighter side of things, you guessed that such a thorough washing should at least get rid of all the sweat and smell she build up throughout the day, though you wished you didn't have to be in first-row of that process as it happened. You couldn't help but cringe as she reached deeper and deeper, bringing you to that other private area of hers you wished she kept you off of. Unable to do anything about it, you just closed your eyes, but still felt when you were pressed into the plump, wrinkly tissue. You heard her moan a little as she very thoroughly rubbed you all over it, seemingly making sure every last wrinkle was squeaky clean.
You shuddered as then you realized how precarious your position was if she were to let loose. Her farts were more than powerful enough to blow you out of your soapy binding, and perhaps the only thing more dangerous than a planet-sized Sheila was an unaware planet-sized Sheila.
You mentally tuned out, but physically felt how you were used to clean every last bit of Sheila's humongous chasm of a crack until she decided it was good enough and took the soap bar with you out, then rinsed with water. She held the soap under the shower for the water to dissolve your binding and picked you up, rising the remaining foam off you and began drying herself with her towel, putting you in it before that, and just like the soap, only one certain area she kept from you, but thoroughly rubbed all over the rest. She dried you after she was done with herself at least.
She then put on a comfy looking white tank top and matching panties, though those were still at least one (or two) sizes too small for her colossal behind. She also picked up your tiny clothes, which she had somehow taken off you while you were waking up, then she walked back into her bedroom and stood before her nightstand. You were surprised to see she had a micro house, similar to yours, in fact, it was near identical. But she didn't put you down. Instead, she simply grabbed your clothes and used a pin to push the door open, then pushed those inside the house. The door closed automatically after she withdrew the pin, which surprised you, you didn't know they could do that.
"By the look in your face, I would think you forgot I had a tiny house like yours in here" She said
"It shouldn't really be a surprise, though it had been a while since you last visited" She then brought you to her lips for a massive kiss. Apparently, not minding that you were now almost naked, as you did keep your underwear throughout the shower.
You hoped this would be the time she'd lower you down and let you go to that house to wash your clothes and sleep, but you could feel something else was on her mind instead. The smile she gave you sent chills down your spine.
"But, you know... You've been so lovely today, I think I've got a better idea"
'Oh no, please no, not what I think she's thinking...' You tiredly thought
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