Monique smiled, feeling relieved as it turned out you "liked" her trick. She also internally cooed since she found the image of speck-sized you stranded on her booty island rather cute, and funny in a way.
"You know... I can actually do this little trick of mine without farting but... well, the Salsa Shack hits pretty hard" She chuckled. You were a little surprised by that piece of info but you didn't know how to react to it, just hoping that she wouldn't want to do a second demonstration. Thankfully, she instead decided to finish washing herself, presumably letting you rest after the "wild ride" she'd just given you.
"Well, this bath's been pretty fun but all good things must come to an end, don't they?" She said after a couple of minutes had passed "Just missing one spot though" She then picked you up with her fingertip and brought her bar of soap nearby with her other hand.
"No matter what you say, I know your task was a bit too big" She said, but with a more lighthearted mood than when she spoke about her weight before "So lemme help you help me" Monique giggled and before you could even say anything in response, she put you on the soap. Surprisingly, she was also careful enough to scoop up your clothes with her fingernail and put them on the soap dish.
"Wait what?" That was all you could say before she lightly pressed you into the soap and began lathering her enormous cheeks. Compared to everything else you'd endured so far, this was one of the more inoffensive occurrences, and while you wouldn't openly admit it, getting rubbed against Monique's huge, soft and jiggly ass didn't feel half bad.
But that little bit of apparent bliss didn't last nearly as long as you feel it should have, and soon the soap, and by consequence you, plunged into the dark canyon that was her crack, thoroughly lathering it just like she'd done on her cheeks. Your only slight relief was that you were covered in so much foam that you were more or less shielded from her crack's particular atmosphere, and as you got rubbed against the inner side of her cheeks you realized that once temperature and smell were removed, it felt just as soft as her cheeks on the outside, so you hoped she didn't fart again to make things worse.
Apparently, Monique was way more thorough with her cleanliness than you ever thought, though then again you were vaguely aware that her sweating issue was just a medical thing and didn't blame her for it, but still, she took her sweet time making sure every square inch of her vast booty was left squeaky clean. You somehow got spared from getting rubbed into her asshole simply because you were on the soap's flat side and she used the corner to clean it instead.
You were relieved when she plucked you off the soap and dropped you on a water droplet that remained on her cheek so that you could rinse yourself. It didn't seem like she had any malice and that apparently this was part of what you'd signed up for when you agreed to help her, and since there was no lasting harm you decided to let it go and hope you wouldn't have to endure any more of the actually terrible things you'd suffered throughout the day. Once more, she seemed to have been watching you as she picked you up when you were done rinsing yourself and gave you a warm smile.
"Thanks for the help back there" She said with a slight smile and stood up, she put you on the edge of the bathroom sink along with your clothes before she went back to grab her towel and began to dry herself. Since you'd been caught off guard by this, you didn't even focus on her naked body, and instead when you found yourself standing on the colossal sink that you realized you had been able to wash yourself and your clothes, but now there was no way to dry either, and wearing wet clothes would be a bit dangerous, according to your grandmas.
"Something wrong?" Monique said a few minutes later as she'd finished drying herself.
"Uh, well... I don't really have a way to dry myself or most importantly, my clothes" You replied scratching your head a bit since this felt increasingly awkward, not even accounting for the fact that Monique was standing naked in front of you, though then again at the height you were currently at you couldn't see anything below her belly button anyway.
"Oh! That's right, sorry about that" She apologized "Here" She then said, bringing you a hand towel, which at your scale probably covered more surface than some of the biggest cities in the world, but it was still far smaller than ordinary bath towels and it worked well enough for you. It was slightly warm and it easily absorbed the moisture on your body, leaving you pretty dry as you rolled around in it, which despite the situation you found rather funny. Then you tried to dry your clothes by rubbing them on its surface but that didn't work anywhere near as well as it had with your skin, sadly.
You didn't exactly want to, but decided to just put on the clothes despite being wet and hope that you don't catch some nasty pneumonia or the like because the only thing worse than having wet clothes would be to lose them when you haven't been able to get back home. Plus, even if Monique was nice you didn't want to push your luck with her, and as you thought about this you noticed that she was pretty chill having you as a "guest" while she bathed, that realization had first gone over your head because a lot of the women in your life were just that nonchalant, but you still had a sense of awareness to know that it wasn't quite normal.
"Did that work?" Monique asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Uh, kinda. Thanks. I could dry myself but my clothes... not so much. I suppose we don't have anything to the effect of a blow-dryer for micros" You chuckled. Monique looked like she was trying to think of a way to solve your predicament while putting her underwear on. She then held her finger out, upside down, for you to hop on, which you did without really questioning it anymore.
The fact that the ridges that made up her fingerprints were like actual ditches to you still blew your mind and you allowed your moment of fascination distract your mind from constantly trying to solve an issue at hand, a sort of break that it needed sorely. You were already slightly familiar with the idea, as Zuemy in your world has been wanting to make this kind of thing a reality.
'Man, she might go crazy if I told her about this world' You thought with an amused half-smile 'She probably would want to travel here and learn how to make shrinking possible' But these thoughts ended up dispelling your distraction still.
'Well... that is if I ever make it back, god I need to find a way' You thought, feeling a bit strange, not exactly homesick, but with some kind of lingering anxiety as you wondered what was happening in your world while you were gone.
'Come to think of it... if guys have always been this small, does that mean this world's Zuemy is living the dream? Or maybe she found another hobby...' You scratched your chin in thought. You hadn't considered it but if this world's Zuemy still had an interest in size shenanigans then she might turn out to be an invaluable ally in your own quest to find your way back home.
One little issue of yours that according to your mom was inherited from your dad, and according to both Jen and Lillian is kind of cute & amusing is the fact that you can really tune out of the world when you're delving into your thoughts. And that was precisely what happened right at this time, with you failing to notice that Monique had pulled out her computer chair and had put you on it. You didn't hear her suggestion to solve your issue either, and she must've interpreted your silence as agreement somehow. It also didn't help that you had your back turned towards her so you didn't even catch on to the fact that your world was beginning to go dark.
But there's just so much stimuli any brain can ignore before its owner realizes that something's up, and you harshly snapped out of your thoughts again when you realized your surroundings had gone really dark, plus you got a suspenseful sense of ominous doom, though you couldn't pinpoint the cause right away, instead turning around to ask Monique what was happening, only to find the view of her enormous planetoid-sized asscheeks clad in some black booty shorts that couldn't even cover half of their smooth, vast surface. What was worse is that they weren't merely hovering over you, they were coming down, and the seat was clearly not even big enough for just one of them.
"Monique?!" Was all you could say just as the gigantic booty crashed down... Your world went dark, but you didn't get the crushing pressure you were expecting, and after you opened your eyes you found that you were under her colossal behind but under her crack, spared from the unforgiving weight of unfathomable amounts of skin, muscle and a very generous portion of fat that together made up Monique's beautiful but massive assets.
Still, you had no idea why she'd sit on you this time. You hadn't done anything to piss her off, had you? Last time you checked you were just trying to solve the wet clothes issue so something wasn't adding up. What were you even doing on a chair this time? Had you fallen off her finger and didn't notice? You were starting to get worried because the only thing worse than being sat on by Monique would be to be sat on by an unaware Monique. Just then, and before you could do or think about anything else, you felt the ground beneath you shake while hearing massive rumbling groans coming from above.
'Oh god not this again' You thought right before a tremendous thunderous explosion went off right above you, a humongous blast of hot winds, heavily laced with methane and the scent of slightly decaying meat and vegetables hit you with unexpected force. Its noise, more than enough to put actual thunderclaps to shame, made your entire body vibrate and even numbed your sense of touch for a moment, so it took you a bit to realize that you were sent flying by the hurricane, but where?
"You know... I can actually do this little trick of mine without farting but... well, the Salsa Shack hits pretty hard" She chuckled. You were a little surprised by that piece of info but you didn't know how to react to it, just hoping that she wouldn't want to do a second demonstration. Thankfully, she instead decided to finish washing herself, presumably letting you rest after the "wild ride" she'd just given you.
"Well, this bath's been pretty fun but all good things must come to an end, don't they?" She said after a couple of minutes had passed "Just missing one spot though" She then picked you up with her fingertip and brought her bar of soap nearby with her other hand.
"No matter what you say, I know your task was a bit too big" She said, but with a more lighthearted mood than when she spoke about her weight before "So lemme help you help me" Monique giggled and before you could even say anything in response, she put you on the soap. Surprisingly, she was also careful enough to scoop up your clothes with her fingernail and put them on the soap dish.
"Wait what?" That was all you could say before she lightly pressed you into the soap and began lathering her enormous cheeks. Compared to everything else you'd endured so far, this was one of the more inoffensive occurrences, and while you wouldn't openly admit it, getting rubbed against Monique's huge, soft and jiggly ass didn't feel half bad.
But that little bit of apparent bliss didn't last nearly as long as you feel it should have, and soon the soap, and by consequence you, plunged into the dark canyon that was her crack, thoroughly lathering it just like she'd done on her cheeks. Your only slight relief was that you were covered in so much foam that you were more or less shielded from her crack's particular atmosphere, and as you got rubbed against the inner side of her cheeks you realized that once temperature and smell were removed, it felt just as soft as her cheeks on the outside, so you hoped she didn't fart again to make things worse.
Apparently, Monique was way more thorough with her cleanliness than you ever thought, though then again you were vaguely aware that her sweating issue was just a medical thing and didn't blame her for it, but still, she took her sweet time making sure every square inch of her vast booty was left squeaky clean. You somehow got spared from getting rubbed into her asshole simply because you were on the soap's flat side and she used the corner to clean it instead.
You were relieved when she plucked you off the soap and dropped you on a water droplet that remained on her cheek so that you could rinse yourself. It didn't seem like she had any malice and that apparently this was part of what you'd signed up for when you agreed to help her, and since there was no lasting harm you decided to let it go and hope you wouldn't have to endure any more of the actually terrible things you'd suffered throughout the day. Once more, she seemed to have been watching you as she picked you up when you were done rinsing yourself and gave you a warm smile.
"Thanks for the help back there" She said with a slight smile and stood up, she put you on the edge of the bathroom sink along with your clothes before she went back to grab her towel and began to dry herself. Since you'd been caught off guard by this, you didn't even focus on her naked body, and instead when you found yourself standing on the colossal sink that you realized you had been able to wash yourself and your clothes, but now there was no way to dry either, and wearing wet clothes would be a bit dangerous, according to your grandmas.
"Something wrong?" Monique said a few minutes later as she'd finished drying herself.
"Uh, well... I don't really have a way to dry myself or most importantly, my clothes" You replied scratching your head a bit since this felt increasingly awkward, not even accounting for the fact that Monique was standing naked in front of you, though then again at the height you were currently at you couldn't see anything below her belly button anyway.
"Oh! That's right, sorry about that" She apologized "Here" She then said, bringing you a hand towel, which at your scale probably covered more surface than some of the biggest cities in the world, but it was still far smaller than ordinary bath towels and it worked well enough for you. It was slightly warm and it easily absorbed the moisture on your body, leaving you pretty dry as you rolled around in it, which despite the situation you found rather funny. Then you tried to dry your clothes by rubbing them on its surface but that didn't work anywhere near as well as it had with your skin, sadly.
You didn't exactly want to, but decided to just put on the clothes despite being wet and hope that you don't catch some nasty pneumonia or the like because the only thing worse than having wet clothes would be to lose them when you haven't been able to get back home. Plus, even if Monique was nice you didn't want to push your luck with her, and as you thought about this you noticed that she was pretty chill having you as a "guest" while she bathed, that realization had first gone over your head because a lot of the women in your life were just that nonchalant, but you still had a sense of awareness to know that it wasn't quite normal.
"Did that work?" Monique asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Uh, kinda. Thanks. I could dry myself but my clothes... not so much. I suppose we don't have anything to the effect of a blow-dryer for micros" You chuckled. Monique looked like she was trying to think of a way to solve your predicament while putting her underwear on. She then held her finger out, upside down, for you to hop on, which you did without really questioning it anymore.
The fact that the ridges that made up her fingerprints were like actual ditches to you still blew your mind and you allowed your moment of fascination distract your mind from constantly trying to solve an issue at hand, a sort of break that it needed sorely. You were already slightly familiar with the idea, as Zuemy in your world has been wanting to make this kind of thing a reality.
'Man, she might go crazy if I told her about this world' You thought with an amused half-smile 'She probably would want to travel here and learn how to make shrinking possible' But these thoughts ended up dispelling your distraction still.
'Well... that is if I ever make it back, god I need to find a way' You thought, feeling a bit strange, not exactly homesick, but with some kind of lingering anxiety as you wondered what was happening in your world while you were gone.
'Come to think of it... if guys have always been this small, does that mean this world's Zuemy is living the dream? Or maybe she found another hobby...' You scratched your chin in thought. You hadn't considered it but if this world's Zuemy still had an interest in size shenanigans then she might turn out to be an invaluable ally in your own quest to find your way back home.
One little issue of yours that according to your mom was inherited from your dad, and according to both Jen and Lillian is kind of cute & amusing is the fact that you can really tune out of the world when you're delving into your thoughts. And that was precisely what happened right at this time, with you failing to notice that Monique had pulled out her computer chair and had put you on it. You didn't hear her suggestion to solve your issue either, and she must've interpreted your silence as agreement somehow. It also didn't help that you had your back turned towards her so you didn't even catch on to the fact that your world was beginning to go dark.
But there's just so much stimuli any brain can ignore before its owner realizes that something's up, and you harshly snapped out of your thoughts again when you realized your surroundings had gone really dark, plus you got a suspenseful sense of ominous doom, though you couldn't pinpoint the cause right away, instead turning around to ask Monique what was happening, only to find the view of her enormous planetoid-sized asscheeks clad in some black booty shorts that couldn't even cover half of their smooth, vast surface. What was worse is that they weren't merely hovering over you, they were coming down, and the seat was clearly not even big enough for just one of them.
"Monique?!" Was all you could say just as the gigantic booty crashed down... Your world went dark, but you didn't get the crushing pressure you were expecting, and after you opened your eyes you found that you were under her colossal behind but under her crack, spared from the unforgiving weight of unfathomable amounts of skin, muscle and a very generous portion of fat that together made up Monique's beautiful but massive assets.
Still, you had no idea why she'd sit on you this time. You hadn't done anything to piss her off, had you? Last time you checked you were just trying to solve the wet clothes issue so something wasn't adding up. What were you even doing on a chair this time? Had you fallen off her finger and didn't notice? You were starting to get worried because the only thing worse than being sat on by Monique would be to be sat on by an unaware Monique. Just then, and before you could do or think about anything else, you felt the ground beneath you shake while hearing massive rumbling groans coming from above.
'Oh god not this again' You thought right before a tremendous thunderous explosion went off right above you, a humongous blast of hot winds, heavily laced with methane and the scent of slightly decaying meat and vegetables hit you with unexpected force. Its noise, more than enough to put actual thunderclaps to shame, made your entire body vibrate and even numbed your sense of touch for a moment, so it took you a bit to realize that you were sent flying by the hurricane, but where?
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