[Click here for some visual aid on how big Miriam's booty is and in general what she looks like, though the clothes don't match]
"Wow, you got chilly real quick" Miriam giggled, feeling that you were fairly cool, even though she knew you'd been stashed in Snickers' generously sized derriere until fairly recently "Feels like a tiny ice cube... I don't mind, but I worry about you" She said, affectionately giving you hugs in her particular style, by lightly clenching her thick, meaty cheeks over and over. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling alone, she could practically sense her body heat getting absorbed into you.
"I wonder if the gel did that" She thought out loud, but didn't dwell on it for too long and shrugged "I guess it's all the better for you to really get your mama's lovely warmth"
For you, things were far from fun, as you were essentially sandwiched between what felt like some of the world's biggest waterbeds. Though your mom was right about you having gotten chilly pretty quickly, the overbearing warmth the gigantic fleshy mattresses engulfing you irradiated felt surprisingly good, you even got goosebumps as their gentle warmth diffused its way into your body, reaching all the way down to the bone.
As long as you ignored the obvious smell that reminded you where you truly were, the warmth you were feeling was as if you were rolling around in blankets that came straight out of the dryer, and that elicited comfy feelings in your own mind. However, you couldn't help but feel that there was something else to it. Trying to measure things objectively, the plush flesh that enveloped you felt like it was at a middle point between Monique's and Snickers' in terms of squishiness, but there was something else that you couldn't identify, something that made this particular texture feel more comforting.
You slapped yourself in the face to try and snap out of it, but the feeling remained. You shuddered, the way the feeling was affecting you made you feel wary of it, as if some unknown force were trying to mess with your head, but on the other hand, it didn't feel quite unnatural, if anything, it felt like it was just a natural consequence from either being here, or from feeling the squishy soft flesh that kept on warming you up.
"Nooo, don't fight it!" Miriam said with a playful giggle, giving her huge booty a harder clench, but its sheer softness kept it from causing you anything beyond being pinned immobile while feeling as if you were encased in some sort of warm gelatin. Apparently something about the way you tensed up or squirmed tipped her off "Just let me warm you up until no chills remain" She sighed, slightly wiggling her hips, causing you to fall a little deeper into her crack, where it was yet more sensitive and the warmth was even more intense, as well as the smell.
That smell. Your mom was a very clean and hygienic woman, a value that grandma Xóchitl instilled into her, by her own admission. But with the sheer size of her butt, the fact that she often walked around in ill-fitting clothes and her constant gassiness meant that her butt always smelled, well, like a butt, rather on the rank side. Something you knew better than most due to how often you ended up in close proximity to it.
Weirdly enough, the smell was the very exact same as your mom's, the version from your own world, making everything feel even more confusing. You knew it was a bad smell, yet it didn't bother you nearly as much as you'd expect, something about it you found comforting for some reason, it even gave you hints of a nostalgic feeling you couldn't even pinpoint. You felt a hint of a headache as your mind struggled with these conflicting stimuli, on the one hand being aware that none of this made any sense to you, but on the other, it simply just felt like it'd always been this way, you felt warm, safe and even loved.
'This world is messing with my head way too much' You sighed in frustration while the enormous meaty walls enveloping you began to tighten and relax all over you, your mom was clenching again, either because she wanted to feel more of your tiny body nearly embedded in her bountiful flesh or because she was trying to give you more of her own brand of hugs.
Miriam closed her eyes again and sighed in delight, there was nothing she loved more than to have her precious son safe and secured in her personal favorite spot and to keep giving him her 'special hugs' over and over again. In a way, it felt like enjoying one's favorite meal after starving for a long time, or a really nasty itch finally getting scratched, a deep craving that finally got taken care of. She giggled quietly again, internally scoffing at Ariadne's proposal of using those cheap knockoffs to replace feeling an actual micro, and most importantly, not just any micro, but the most important one in the world to her. She snapped out of those thoughts when she felt you squirming around though, and that made her roll her eyes in mild annoyance, not because she hated the feeling, in fact she loved the tickles, but rather she was annoyed at what it meant.
'Just as stubborn as his dad, guess some things do get hardcoded into one's blood' She internally chuckled 'But, really? Why is he wasting energy on fighting something that feels good? I could swear this boy already forgot he used to live here up until not so long ago' She then decided to crank up the maternal affection meter, so to speak, by grabbing her sizable behind and kneading it, making sure that you got rubbed side to side and up and down into the depths of her crack.
'I really hope he's not being so troublesome with those girls, but then again, Lillian has said he's mostly calm when riding in her own booty' Miriam thought.
You couldn't help but freak out when the undulating motions and the pressure all over and around you increased many times all of sudden, and those rhythmic motions dragged you farther down, the exact direction you didn't want to go at all. And the more you tried to climb up, the more often she clenched, as if trying to dissuade you either by squashing you into submission or by overwhelming you with her warm softness.
"M-Mom!" You tried to scream to no avail, and got a mouthful of huge plump booty for your troubles, at that moment everything shook erratically.
Miriam shuddered and blushed a little, what she had just felt was unmistakable, you had just given her a kiss on the inside of her crack. She began giggling in sheer disbelief and playfully wiggled her hips, feeling once again the hint of wetness from your mouth on some minuscule but very sensitive spot in the vast depths of her canyon-sized crack.
'Did he change his mind already? That was so sweet!' She thought, feeling giddy, almost like a school girl all over again.
'I guess this means Mission Accomplished, huh?' She thought, looking over her shoulder, though all she could see was the curve of her very well endowed behind 'Much better, now we can enjoy our nice bonding time' She smiled, finally stopping the kneading but she still periodically clenched her cheeks, she loved that feeling way too much and as far as she knew, it felt good to you as well even if you acted all embarrassed about it.
One thing she failed to realize was that it was her own movement and not yourself what was dragging you deeper and deeper into her crack. You ended up somewhat deeper than she had intended you to be, possibly around 3/4 of the way. She shuddered when she felt you there and even momentarily stopped her continuous 'booty hugs'.
"Don't dig too deep in there, honey" She said but couldn't help but laugh as she did "Just remember that the deeper you go, the more ticklish I am... but if you wanna give me some lovely massage and want me to feel it better, well, I don't mind then" She said as she let out a pleasurable sigh.
'What the-' You thought after hearing her. Also, you stopped to realize that apparently your mom knew how loud she needed to speak for you to hear even with all the heavy muffling her large behind did. Unless it was a lucky guess, this might be a sign that she really was used to carrying you in here. A thought that made you shudder, and that shudder gave her goosebumps all over.
As if someone up in Heaven had a bone to pick with you, you then slipped a little farther down, your mom's cheeks had just relaxed enough that they weren't pinning you into each other like before, and gravity was doing its job. You desperately tried to claw your way up or to cling onto either plump fleshy wall to avoid falling farther down, but both of these actions only served to tickle her even more and playfully shake her hips, causing massive bootyquakes all around you.
"That really tickles! Careful though..." Miriam giggled, she had no idea what got into you but she absolutely loved it, but still, she was slightly concerned since you two knew what happened if she got tickled too much back there, and she knew you weren't exactly fond of the results. As a way to help you, she clenched her cheeks again, to make sure you didn't slip any farther down, but at the same time you were already deep enough that all the flesh that engulfed you was far more sensitive than it would've been higher up. Here, she could feel your gran-of-sand-sized body in nearly full detail, she could even make out your very tiny hands with all their fingers, and your feet and their toes, all digging into her plentiful, jello-esque booty flesh.
That feeling brought many memories back, from when you were younger and effectively lived in her backside, she'd stay at home or go around and do errands but she always knew exactly where you were. A large wave of nostalgia hit her then, wanting to relive those days. She realized that she already was, but the feeling was still there...
![and in general what she looks like, though the clothes don't match]](https://curvage.org/forum/uploads/monthly_2018_05/31680577_628767067466374_7393848537219334144_n.jpg.ee235af94bb2b32e9e768449b132c4a0.jpg){kind=link}
"Wow, you got chilly real quick" Miriam giggled, feeling that you were fairly cool, even though she knew you'd been stashed in Snickers' generously sized derriere until fairly recently "Feels like a tiny ice cube... I don't mind, but I worry about you" She said, affectionately giving you hugs in her particular style, by lightly clenching her thick, meaty cheeks over and over. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling alone, she could practically sense her body heat getting absorbed into you.
"I wonder if the gel did that" She thought out loud, but didn't dwell on it for too long and shrugged "I guess it's all the better for you to really get your mama's lovely warmth"
For you, things were far from fun, as you were essentially sandwiched between what felt like some of the world's biggest waterbeds. Though your mom was right about you having gotten chilly pretty quickly, the overbearing warmth the gigantic fleshy mattresses engulfing you irradiated felt surprisingly good, you even got goosebumps as their gentle warmth diffused its way into your body, reaching all the way down to the bone.
As long as you ignored the obvious smell that reminded you where you truly were, the warmth you were feeling was as if you were rolling around in blankets that came straight out of the dryer, and that elicited comfy feelings in your own mind. However, you couldn't help but feel that there was something else to it. Trying to measure things objectively, the plush flesh that enveloped you felt like it was at a middle point between Monique's and Snickers' in terms of squishiness, but there was something else that you couldn't identify, something that made this particular texture feel more comforting.
You slapped yourself in the face to try and snap out of it, but the feeling remained. You shuddered, the way the feeling was affecting you made you feel wary of it, as if some unknown force were trying to mess with your head, but on the other hand, it didn't feel quite unnatural, if anything, it felt like it was just a natural consequence from either being here, or from feeling the squishy soft flesh that kept on warming you up.
"Nooo, don't fight it!" Miriam said with a playful giggle, giving her huge booty a harder clench, but its sheer softness kept it from causing you anything beyond being pinned immobile while feeling as if you were encased in some sort of warm gelatin. Apparently something about the way you tensed up or squirmed tipped her off "Just let me warm you up until no chills remain" She sighed, slightly wiggling her hips, causing you to fall a little deeper into her crack, where it was yet more sensitive and the warmth was even more intense, as well as the smell.
That smell. Your mom was a very clean and hygienic woman, a value that grandma Xóchitl instilled into her, by her own admission. But with the sheer size of her butt, the fact that she often walked around in ill-fitting clothes and her constant gassiness meant that her butt always smelled, well, like a butt, rather on the rank side. Something you knew better than most due to how often you ended up in close proximity to it.
Weirdly enough, the smell was the very exact same as your mom's, the version from your own world, making everything feel even more confusing. You knew it was a bad smell, yet it didn't bother you nearly as much as you'd expect, something about it you found comforting for some reason, it even gave you hints of a nostalgic feeling you couldn't even pinpoint. You felt a hint of a headache as your mind struggled with these conflicting stimuli, on the one hand being aware that none of this made any sense to you, but on the other, it simply just felt like it'd always been this way, you felt warm, safe and even loved.
'This world is messing with my head way too much' You sighed in frustration while the enormous meaty walls enveloping you began to tighten and relax all over you, your mom was clenching again, either because she wanted to feel more of your tiny body nearly embedded in her bountiful flesh or because she was trying to give you more of her own brand of hugs.
Miriam closed her eyes again and sighed in delight, there was nothing she loved more than to have her precious son safe and secured in her personal favorite spot and to keep giving him her 'special hugs' over and over again. In a way, it felt like enjoying one's favorite meal after starving for a long time, or a really nasty itch finally getting scratched, a deep craving that finally got taken care of. She giggled quietly again, internally scoffing at Ariadne's proposal of using those cheap knockoffs to replace feeling an actual micro, and most importantly, not just any micro, but the most important one in the world to her. She snapped out of those thoughts when she felt you squirming around though, and that made her roll her eyes in mild annoyance, not because she hated the feeling, in fact she loved the tickles, but rather she was annoyed at what it meant.
'Just as stubborn as his dad, guess some things do get hardcoded into one's blood' She internally chuckled 'But, really? Why is he wasting energy on fighting something that feels good? I could swear this boy already forgot he used to live here up until not so long ago' She then decided to crank up the maternal affection meter, so to speak, by grabbing her sizable behind and kneading it, making sure that you got rubbed side to side and up and down into the depths of her crack.
'I really hope he's not being so troublesome with those girls, but then again, Lillian has said he's mostly calm when riding in her own booty' Miriam thought.
You couldn't help but freak out when the undulating motions and the pressure all over and around you increased many times all of sudden, and those rhythmic motions dragged you farther down, the exact direction you didn't want to go at all. And the more you tried to climb up, the more often she clenched, as if trying to dissuade you either by squashing you into submission or by overwhelming you with her warm softness.
"M-Mom!" You tried to scream to no avail, and got a mouthful of huge plump booty for your troubles, at that moment everything shook erratically.
Miriam shuddered and blushed a little, what she had just felt was unmistakable, you had just given her a kiss on the inside of her crack. She began giggling in sheer disbelief and playfully wiggled her hips, feeling once again the hint of wetness from your mouth on some minuscule but very sensitive spot in the vast depths of her canyon-sized crack.
'Did he change his mind already? That was so sweet!' She thought, feeling giddy, almost like a school girl all over again.
'I guess this means Mission Accomplished, huh?' She thought, looking over her shoulder, though all she could see was the curve of her very well endowed behind 'Much better, now we can enjoy our nice bonding time' She smiled, finally stopping the kneading but she still periodically clenched her cheeks, she loved that feeling way too much and as far as she knew, it felt good to you as well even if you acted all embarrassed about it.
One thing she failed to realize was that it was her own movement and not yourself what was dragging you deeper and deeper into her crack. You ended up somewhat deeper than she had intended you to be, possibly around 3/4 of the way. She shuddered when she felt you there and even momentarily stopped her continuous 'booty hugs'.
"Don't dig too deep in there, honey" She said but couldn't help but laugh as she did "Just remember that the deeper you go, the more ticklish I am... but if you wanna give me some lovely massage and want me to feel it better, well, I don't mind then" She said as she let out a pleasurable sigh.
'What the-' You thought after hearing her. Also, you stopped to realize that apparently your mom knew how loud she needed to speak for you to hear even with all the heavy muffling her large behind did. Unless it was a lucky guess, this might be a sign that she really was used to carrying you in here. A thought that made you shudder, and that shudder gave her goosebumps all over.
As if someone up in Heaven had a bone to pick with you, you then slipped a little farther down, your mom's cheeks had just relaxed enough that they weren't pinning you into each other like before, and gravity was doing its job. You desperately tried to claw your way up or to cling onto either plump fleshy wall to avoid falling farther down, but both of these actions only served to tickle her even more and playfully shake her hips, causing massive bootyquakes all around you.
"That really tickles! Careful though..." Miriam giggled, she had no idea what got into you but she absolutely loved it, but still, she was slightly concerned since you two knew what happened if she got tickled too much back there, and she knew you weren't exactly fond of the results. As a way to help you, she clenched her cheeks again, to make sure you didn't slip any farther down, but at the same time you were already deep enough that all the flesh that engulfed you was far more sensitive than it would've been higher up. Here, she could feel your gran-of-sand-sized body in nearly full detail, she could even make out your very tiny hands with all their fingers, and your feet and their toes, all digging into her plentiful, jello-esque booty flesh.
That feeling brought many memories back, from when you were younger and effectively lived in her backside, she'd stay at home or go around and do errands but she always knew exactly where you were. A large wave of nostalgia hit her then, wanting to relive those days. She realized that she already was, but the feeling was still there...
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May 12, 2023
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