Miriam perked up, seeing that it was you who was calling her, she sighed in relief since she was already beginning to worry, and eagerly answered.
"Hello sweetie, what's up?" She asked with a giggle.
"Hi... Mom, I'm just calling to let you know that I got a project to work on for tomorrow's class, and I didn't realize it got kind of late, so I have to stay the night" You said.
"That's alright. I would've liked for you to let me know earlier but I guess you were really busy until now" Miriam said "But where are you?"
"I'm... with a friend" You said, not wanting to really have to explain everything that transpired today over the phone.
"Weird, he normally just says that he's with Lillian" Miriam said to her eldest daughter while covering her phone's mic, noting the oddity.
"Maybe it's not necessarily Lillian. There's Zuemy and Cindy too" Ariadne shrugged.
"Somehow I don't feel he would've had an issue with telling me he was with either"
"Maybe it's another friend of his? There's Jen too, but he might be afraid you don't like her" Ariadne replied, throwing you a bone in her own way.
"It's not even that I don't like her, it's just that I haven't known her for nearly long enough to trust her like the other girls" Miriam said a bit defensively.
"Yeah but you've been kinda strict with her whenever she's come to see you" Ariadne shrugged again, but then stood up and walked towards her "Also, he may not realize himself, but I can tell that you don't like her physique too much, you'd rather have him spend time with any of the other girls, specially Lillian" She said with a smug, teasing smile.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting a daughter-in-law with a healthy figure" Miriam narrowed her eyes, blushing a little at being called out so bluntly.
"You think she's skinny? For a Nordic girl she's got plenty of meat on her bones" Aridane chuckled.
"I guess, but that's not necessarily even the best kind of body to bear children with" Miriam retorted.
"I'm pretty sure her children and even her husband would be plenty fed by those" Ariadne laughed while briefly glancing down at her own chest to fully signal what she was referring to, once again getting her mom flustered.
"Mom? Are you there?" You asked after not hearing anything for a while.
"Y-Yeah, honey! Sorry, I was a little caught up washing the dishes over here" She said while Ariadne walked back to the couch, giggling silently.
"So, is it alright? I'll be back home tomorrow after school, and don't worry, everything has been taken care of in here" You said.
"Yeah, sure sweetie. But make sure to come back this time! Mama's missing you already" Miriam replied with a playful smile, even though you couldn't see it through a phone call.
"I will. See you tomorrow then, love you Mom" You said, and hung up after hearing her saying goodbye and make some kissing sounds. You then looked up and saw Monique smiling, making you shudder as you'd forgotten temporarily that she was right there.
"Please give me a break" You sighed, and she laughed cutely in response.
"What? Why? That was so cute!" Monique said "I haven't had the chance to meet your mom yet but I can bet she's pretty happy with a son like you" She giggled.
"Yeah but I don't want to look like I'm some... uh... mama's boy or something like that. I'm not that pathetic" You said, feeling self conscious about something other than your size for a change.
"Nothing wrong with loving your mom" She shrugged "You even got it easy, be thankful you didn't get a mom like mine" Monique giggled some more.
"Huh?" You raised an eyebrow, unsure on what she was talking about.
"I mean, my mom's sweet and bubbly and all that, but I've got a hunch that if I had been born a micro, I'd probably spend a whole lot of time in that giant ass, you know?"
'Oh, the irony...' You thought, seeing how she feels concern about basically experiencing your fate. Once again you paused... in this world, what was even your mom like? Because in your own real world she was not above sitting on your lap if given the chance, and even if she started feeling gassy she wouldn't stop her "cuddling time" with you. The thought of you having to face your mom's oversized booty at this scale sent shivers down your spine, and you prayed she was more considerate in this world.
"Y-yeah, that'd definitely suck, haha" You laughed nervously but she seemed to have missed that. Then, your stomach rumbled, reminding you that you hadn't had anything to eat in all day. You weren't even surprised, you could go on for rather long periods of time without food, which both of your parents joked was a survival trait you got from them, from their lives back in their homeland.
"Hmm? Someone's hungry" Monique smiled.
"Well, I got sent flying during lunch time so I kinda missed my only chance to eat anything today" You replied somewhat snarkily.
"Oh..." Monique's giggly mood shifted back to solemn, realizing that she was partially responsible for that. She had even gone to eat out with her friends while you were still tucked in her massive crack.
"Well, in that case I can get you some food" She then said.
"I thought you said you didn't have stuff for micros at home?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Well, no... I don't" She blushed a little "Listen, I think you know by now that I'm trying to be nice to micros..."
"Yeah...?" You said, unsure where this was going.
"So, I know that for some this can be kinda rude or demeaning but I literally got no other option..." She said, sounding increasingly desperate to the point that you were already worried yourself what she was gonna say next.
"I could share my food with you.. I mean I already ate but, you know" She blushed while you were baffled that she was this flustered about such a simple thing.
"Is that it?"
"Wha-?" Monique blushed harder.
"I thought it was gonna be something more serious" You shrugged.
"You... you really have been living under a rock, haven't you?" She asked while still blushing, trying to sound annoyed but in the end, she was trying not to laugh.
"I'd say I've been living under larger, softer things than a rock" You then joked, making her finally burst out laughing.
"Damn! That was a good one!" She said in between fits of laughter, and it took a couple of minutes for her to calm down.
"Anyway! If you were more on the internet you'd know that a decent amount of micros have gotten quite vocal about the mistreatment they've gotten over the generations, and it's kind of a general consensus now that giving them normal sized food is seen as something kinda rude or demeaning, something about making them feel small" She explained.
"But we ARE small... plus, why the hell would I be mad to have a country-sized slice of pizza for dinner? Not that I can eat all of it, but it'd still be cool as hell" You said with absolute honesty, making her giggle again.
"I think I see now why your friends love you" She said warmly.
"The only thing I'd worry about is if people didn't know I'm on that giant food. That could be kinda traumatic, like that movie where some kid got almost eaten in a spoonful of cereal"
"Of course nobody else would be eating your food!" Monique blushed again "I mean, I'll have to finish it after you're done... AFTER" she said "By the way, what the hell kind of movie was that? I didn't think you were into horror"
"Huh? But it wasn't horror, it was a sci-fi mov-" You then caught yourself. You realized that it was possible this movie you were referencing didn't even exist here, since guys being super tiny was the rule and not the exception.
"I mean, yeah, I guess it was a horror film, my friends made me watch it one day" You scratched your head, hoping to get out of this one.
"A bit mean if you ask me, but all the power to you I guess. I can't watch that kind of stuff myself though and I'm not even a micro" Monique said, shuddering slightly.
"Anyway, I'm all for country-sized pizza" You added, reminding her that you were hungry.
"I mean pizza slices aren't that big" She said, briefly glancing down at her hips as she spoke. You noticed but said nothing, and simply hopped onto her fingernail as she carried you into the kitchen.
"I never eat cold pizzas myself, even if it was refrigerated I prefer to heat it up, but what do you think?" She said when she arrived.
"Absolutely, cold food that's not ice cream is kinda yucky for me, feels like it's raw or something" You replied.
"Oh my god, that's the exact same thing I was thinking!" She smiled and blushed for a split second. She then reached into the fridge and grabbed the plastic container that had the leftover pizza slices from last night,
"Hey, I know a way to make it even better than microwaving it" You said.
"Hmm? How?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Let's see... I suppose you don't have a comal, do you?"
"I don't even know what that is" She chuckled.
"Long story short, it's the frickin panacea for cooking, at least according to my parents and grandparents. But it's really good. We can substitute with a pan, I think..." You then instructed her on how to reheat the pizza slice using that older technique you'd been taught, which involved lightly oiling the pan after it got quite hot, and then she placed the pizza slices on it.
"I can't even finish one slice" You commented.
"But I can finish two" She smiled, just as her stomach growled "I'm a growing girl, don't judge me" she then said with a playful deadpan look.
"I mean, you had PE today, I understand needing some more fuel" You half joked, which once again made her blush for a moment. The two of you waited until the cheese on top the pizza slices began melting, after which Monique turned the stove off.
"Come on, try it after it cools a little" You said, a bit eager for her to see the result of your mom's "secret" reheating technique. For a moment, you even forgot about your own size and simply watched in a sort of awe as she brought the pizza slice to her mouth (you had been placed on her shoulder by now) and when she bit, it made a very loud but still delightful crunch, her eyes instantly widened and she eagerly took a large bite out of the slice, giving you a thumbs up while she chewed.
"Hello sweetie, what's up?" She asked with a giggle.
"Hi... Mom, I'm just calling to let you know that I got a project to work on for tomorrow's class, and I didn't realize it got kind of late, so I have to stay the night" You said.
"That's alright. I would've liked for you to let me know earlier but I guess you were really busy until now" Miriam said "But where are you?"
"I'm... with a friend" You said, not wanting to really have to explain everything that transpired today over the phone.
"Weird, he normally just says that he's with Lillian" Miriam said to her eldest daughter while covering her phone's mic, noting the oddity.
"Maybe it's not necessarily Lillian. There's Zuemy and Cindy too" Ariadne shrugged.
"Somehow I don't feel he would've had an issue with telling me he was with either"
"Maybe it's another friend of his? There's Jen too, but he might be afraid you don't like her" Ariadne replied, throwing you a bone in her own way.
"It's not even that I don't like her, it's just that I haven't known her for nearly long enough to trust her like the other girls" Miriam said a bit defensively.
"Yeah but you've been kinda strict with her whenever she's come to see you" Ariadne shrugged again, but then stood up and walked towards her "Also, he may not realize himself, but I can tell that you don't like her physique too much, you'd rather have him spend time with any of the other girls, specially Lillian" She said with a smug, teasing smile.
"There's nothing wrong with wanting a daughter-in-law with a healthy figure" Miriam narrowed her eyes, blushing a little at being called out so bluntly.
"You think she's skinny? For a Nordic girl she's got plenty of meat on her bones" Aridane chuckled.
"I guess, but that's not necessarily even the best kind of body to bear children with" Miriam retorted.
"I'm pretty sure her children and even her husband would be plenty fed by those" Ariadne laughed while briefly glancing down at her own chest to fully signal what she was referring to, once again getting her mom flustered.
"Mom? Are you there?" You asked after not hearing anything for a while.
"Y-Yeah, honey! Sorry, I was a little caught up washing the dishes over here" She said while Ariadne walked back to the couch, giggling silently.
"So, is it alright? I'll be back home tomorrow after school, and don't worry, everything has been taken care of in here" You said.
"Yeah, sure sweetie. But make sure to come back this time! Mama's missing you already" Miriam replied with a playful smile, even though you couldn't see it through a phone call.
"I will. See you tomorrow then, love you Mom" You said, and hung up after hearing her saying goodbye and make some kissing sounds. You then looked up and saw Monique smiling, making you shudder as you'd forgotten temporarily that she was right there.
"Please give me a break" You sighed, and she laughed cutely in response.
"What? Why? That was so cute!" Monique said "I haven't had the chance to meet your mom yet but I can bet she's pretty happy with a son like you" She giggled.
"Yeah but I don't want to look like I'm some... uh... mama's boy or something like that. I'm not that pathetic" You said, feeling self conscious about something other than your size for a change.
"Nothing wrong with loving your mom" She shrugged "You even got it easy, be thankful you didn't get a mom like mine" Monique giggled some more.
"Huh?" You raised an eyebrow, unsure on what she was talking about.
"I mean, my mom's sweet and bubbly and all that, but I've got a hunch that if I had been born a micro, I'd probably spend a whole lot of time in that giant ass, you know?"
'Oh, the irony...' You thought, seeing how she feels concern about basically experiencing your fate. Once again you paused... in this world, what was even your mom like? Because in your own real world she was not above sitting on your lap if given the chance, and even if she started feeling gassy she wouldn't stop her "cuddling time" with you. The thought of you having to face your mom's oversized booty at this scale sent shivers down your spine, and you prayed she was more considerate in this world.
"Y-yeah, that'd definitely suck, haha" You laughed nervously but she seemed to have missed that. Then, your stomach rumbled, reminding you that you hadn't had anything to eat in all day. You weren't even surprised, you could go on for rather long periods of time without food, which both of your parents joked was a survival trait you got from them, from their lives back in their homeland.
"Hmm? Someone's hungry" Monique smiled.
"Well, I got sent flying during lunch time so I kinda missed my only chance to eat anything today" You replied somewhat snarkily.
"Oh..." Monique's giggly mood shifted back to solemn, realizing that she was partially responsible for that. She had even gone to eat out with her friends while you were still tucked in her massive crack.
"Well, in that case I can get you some food" She then said.
"I thought you said you didn't have stuff for micros at home?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Well, no... I don't" She blushed a little "Listen, I think you know by now that I'm trying to be nice to micros..."
"Yeah...?" You said, unsure where this was going.
"So, I know that for some this can be kinda rude or demeaning but I literally got no other option..." She said, sounding increasingly desperate to the point that you were already worried yourself what she was gonna say next.
"I could share my food with you.. I mean I already ate but, you know" She blushed while you were baffled that she was this flustered about such a simple thing.
"Is that it?"
"Wha-?" Monique blushed harder.
"I thought it was gonna be something more serious" You shrugged.
"You... you really have been living under a rock, haven't you?" She asked while still blushing, trying to sound annoyed but in the end, she was trying not to laugh.
"I'd say I've been living under larger, softer things than a rock" You then joked, making her finally burst out laughing.
"Damn! That was a good one!" She said in between fits of laughter, and it took a couple of minutes for her to calm down.
"Anyway! If you were more on the internet you'd know that a decent amount of micros have gotten quite vocal about the mistreatment they've gotten over the generations, and it's kind of a general consensus now that giving them normal sized food is seen as something kinda rude or demeaning, something about making them feel small" She explained.
"But we ARE small... plus, why the hell would I be mad to have a country-sized slice of pizza for dinner? Not that I can eat all of it, but it'd still be cool as hell" You said with absolute honesty, making her giggle again.
"I think I see now why your friends love you" She said warmly.
"The only thing I'd worry about is if people didn't know I'm on that giant food. That could be kinda traumatic, like that movie where some kid got almost eaten in a spoonful of cereal"
"Of course nobody else would be eating your food!" Monique blushed again "I mean, I'll have to finish it after you're done... AFTER" she said "By the way, what the hell kind of movie was that? I didn't think you were into horror"
"Huh? But it wasn't horror, it was a sci-fi mov-" You then caught yourself. You realized that it was possible this movie you were referencing didn't even exist here, since guys being super tiny was the rule and not the exception.
"I mean, yeah, I guess it was a horror film, my friends made me watch it one day" You scratched your head, hoping to get out of this one.
"A bit mean if you ask me, but all the power to you I guess. I can't watch that kind of stuff myself though and I'm not even a micro" Monique said, shuddering slightly.
"Anyway, I'm all for country-sized pizza" You added, reminding her that you were hungry.
"I mean pizza slices aren't that big" She said, briefly glancing down at her hips as she spoke. You noticed but said nothing, and simply hopped onto her fingernail as she carried you into the kitchen.
"I never eat cold pizzas myself, even if it was refrigerated I prefer to heat it up, but what do you think?" She said when she arrived.
"Absolutely, cold food that's not ice cream is kinda yucky for me, feels like it's raw or something" You replied.
"Oh my god, that's the exact same thing I was thinking!" She smiled and blushed for a split second. She then reached into the fridge and grabbed the plastic container that had the leftover pizza slices from last night,
"Hey, I know a way to make it even better than microwaving it" You said.
"Hmm? How?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Let's see... I suppose you don't have a comal, do you?"
"I don't even know what that is" She chuckled.
"Long story short, it's the frickin panacea for cooking, at least according to my parents and grandparents. But it's really good. We can substitute with a pan, I think..." You then instructed her on how to reheat the pizza slice using that older technique you'd been taught, which involved lightly oiling the pan after it got quite hot, and then she placed the pizza slices on it.
"I can't even finish one slice" You commented.
"But I can finish two" She smiled, just as her stomach growled "I'm a growing girl, don't judge me" she then said with a playful deadpan look.
"I mean, you had PE today, I understand needing some more fuel" You half joked, which once again made her blush for a moment. The two of you waited until the cheese on top the pizza slices began melting, after which Monique turned the stove off.
"Come on, try it after it cools a little" You said, a bit eager for her to see the result of your mom's "secret" reheating technique. For a moment, you even forgot about your own size and simply watched in a sort of awe as she brought the pizza slice to her mouth (you had been placed on her shoulder by now) and when she bit, it made a very loud but still delightful crunch, her eyes instantly widened and she eagerly took a large bite out of the slice, giving you a thumbs up while she chewed.
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