This time you heard it, the ominous rumbles coming from the depths of her gut, still filled with plenty of highly pressurized gas that your mom really needed to let out. You never really had to give it much deeper thought, but the reality was hitting you literally in the face, in more ways than one: Your mom was most likely gassier than the girls you'd dealt with before. Even you knew that by this point it wasn't very likely that she'd spare you from it, but as panic had already taken you over, you tried to shout while frantically trying to grab onto something just to move and free yourself, but her gigantic booty was simply far too squishy and soft to get any proper grip.
Perhaps in an ironic twist of fate, despite it being really soft, it wasn't exactly as doughy as Snickers' or perhaps even Monique's, her flesh was a little springier than theirs, hardly noticeable to a normal sized person, but at your scale it definitely was, it meant that her enormous cheeks regained their shape with more ease compared to the other girls' comparatively flabbier behinds, and this turned out to impede your movement even further. Neither your hands nor feet could put a lasting dent on their soft mass and thus, you couldn't get any proper hold to try and climb or crawl around.
There was also a feeling that your mom's butt was denser than theirs, heavier too, and this was most likely due to the fact that your mom had been surprisingly athletic for most of her life, so even with the generous amounts of chub on her beautifully curvaceous body, there were some powerful muscles behind it. She still took pride on having a really soft butt though, and she considered it perfect for protecting and caring for micros, having literally raised you in it for 10 years without any serious incidents known to her at least.
Miriam's eyes widened when she felt you tickling the sensitive depths of her crack with renewed vigor, and even gasped quietly when she felt as if you were giving her more kisses on one of her cheeks. Being caught completely off guard, she blushed a little but before she could even think of saying or doing anything, she lost focus for a second and once again, that was all it took for yet another massive fart to erupt from her huge behind, a tremendous gaseous blast that lasted nearly 10 seconds, though those felt like hours to you.
She giggled since her fart only made you vibrate along with her cheeks and tickle her even more, making her feel goosebumps forming all over her upper back and shoulders. She hadn't felt this good in a while, it was comparable to the times she'd taken you to the beach and asked you to rub a single drop of sunscreen on one of her cheeks but this surpassed that one.
"Didn't think you'd be too happy after that one, but I won't complain" She said, giving a quick clench as her signature kind of "hug" to you. She could feel her stomach rumbling again already "Mama's a lil' bit gassy" she chuckled and slowly shook her hips, making you bounce between her cheeks.
Despite the jostling that you suffered, the movement her motion caused at least served to free you, but you weren't allowed to do anything as another gigantic fart blared out from the pitch black depths of your mom's canyon-esque crack, blasting you with the might of a hurricane while her hefty cheeks held you in place, their insanely loud reverberations made you feel the entire noise in every bone in your body, reminding you how truly puny you were in comparison.
The sheer amount of gas that she let out was so great that not only her enormous fart blasted out like a volcanic eruption-sized tornado, but it was followed by a large bubble that didn't break at first, despite the great pressure from her gigantic ass cheeks and said bubble rushed at you, trapping you inside. If you thought your mom's farts were bad, you were in for the worst kind of surprise when you got engulfed by her fart bubble, the smell was far more concentrated, in fact, all air inside was nothing but her noxious gases and the pressure they exerted over you was way more overbearing than what you'd experienced from her cheeks.
Fortunately, this hellish imprisonment was short lived, as the bubble soon burst, unleashing another thunderous blaring blast, but as the bubble had been a lot larger than yourself, when it passed by it managed to pry open her cheeks a little more and after it burst, you slid down during the split second worth of time that was there before her planetary cheeks came crashing back together, sealing you once more in a world of blubbery squishiness and a rank smell.
Miriam shuddered again when she felt you go even deeper despite her blasting pretty mean farts, even by her own standards. Since she wasn't holding her gas in anymore, she wasn't too worried about you tickling her deeper in her crack, and in fact she wanted it, reminiscing of happier times when she literally had you there all day, when her constant bouts of gas were a minor inconvenience at worst. She was still annoyed that ever since you got your micro house you began to react worse to her farts than back when you used to live in her crack.
She noticed that she didn't feel you kissing and massaging her anymore and pouted cutely, wiggling her hips to bounce you between her cheeks again "Awww, what happened? That was lovely..." She said, engulfing you with another of her so called special hugs. In response to getting pressed between her massive cheeks, you tried to push them apart by reflex, triggering many waves of pleasant tingles all over her booty, hips and up her back, she found the touch of your diminutive hands and feet sinking into her soft flesh extremely pleasurable.
She began to clench and unclench her butt over and over again, effectively "chewing" on you with her plus-sized cheeks, another of her preferred forms of showing you affection. She couldn't get over how satisfying it felt to have you in there, she had really felt empty during the day you were absent from home and while she wasn't mad, as she understood you probably had school projects to work on, she wanted to get her bonding time with you back.
Without a care in the world, Miriam began to unleash the rest of her farts while still doing this repeated clenching, and in fact said clenching made them even louder, as the pressure exerted by her cheeks made it more difficult for her copious amounts of gas to escape, forcing them to vibrate even more on their way out. As for you, this was somehow just as bad as Daisy had been, titanic farts blasting you like authentic nukes, with little to no time to recover in between. The stench was also noticeable worse, but strangely enough, there was a sense of familiarity to it, as if you had been once used to them.
You tried to shake that feeling off, but the thunderous roars going off every few seconds, as well as the intense gale-esque winds that hit you over and over rendered any attempt at making a mental effort moot, you were forced to focus hard on bracing for these massive impacts and trying not to lose your lunch in the process. You couldn't believe this but at this point you almost wished to have stayed with Snickers even if her gas was worse than Monique's, the sole fact that she didn't fart as often was well worth to you.
All you could do was try to hold your breath and breathe through your mouth when absolutely necessary while praying for her to run out of gas already, but she just kept going over and over. Yep, she was definitely a hell of a lot gassier than even Monique, and she had gorged herself on Salsa Shack stuff. You couldn't tell if it was your mom's metabolism, being older or a mix of both that made hers so much worse with similar fuel, though then again, those damned microwavable burritos were probably a lot worse than the Shack's meals, to the point that your father straight up didn't even consider them food.
An unknown amount of time passed, it felt like an eternity to you and the only reason you even snapped out of that sort of survival mode trance your brain had locked itself into was that she had finally stopped farting for long enough for you to notice. You sighed in relief and immediately began to cough and gag, having forgotten that the atmosphere around you was absolutely rotten, it was nearly just as bad as her fart bubble had began, with fresh air virtually nonexistent around there anymore, so you were forced to breathe the tainted methane mixture that surrounded you.
"Oh wow, I think I cleared out all I had stored up" Miriam chuckled "I think that those lovely kisses and massage helped ease them all out" She added "I remember that Sheila told me something like this last time she had you but I thought she was exaggerating"
'Sheila WHAT?!' You thought, feeling as if your mind itself suddenly smashed into countless pieces like a glass plate that fell to the ground. If your mom's gas had been this horrific you really, REALLY didn't want to find out how bad Sheila's would be at this scale, as you were more than well aware that hers were orders of magnitude above your mom's, and that was on an empty stomach, with her loving the same foods as your mom, they could get exponentially worse with frightening ease.
"Alright, then I guess it's time for us to finally go to sleep" Miriam then said and lightly patted her butt "At least I don't need to worry about any lack of warmth back there, do I?" She giggled again and got comfortable, she was already laying on her stomach and in a pretty comfy position, all that was left for her to do was to turn off the lights, which she did by reaching for a switch on the fall behind her nightstand.
"Glad to have you back honey, goodnight" She said sweetly before she yawned and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep in a remarkably short time, apparently letting out all those farts did play a hand at wearing her down somewhat, perhaps akin to a light workout.
You sighed again and tried to get comfortable since there was no escaping her crack, but the moment you closed your eyes, you began to hear that horrible rumbling all over again and despite being in near complete darkness, you could feel the color draining from your entire body...
Perhaps in an ironic twist of fate, despite it being really soft, it wasn't exactly as doughy as Snickers' or perhaps even Monique's, her flesh was a little springier than theirs, hardly noticeable to a normal sized person, but at your scale it definitely was, it meant that her enormous cheeks regained their shape with more ease compared to the other girls' comparatively flabbier behinds, and this turned out to impede your movement even further. Neither your hands nor feet could put a lasting dent on their soft mass and thus, you couldn't get any proper hold to try and climb or crawl around.
There was also a feeling that your mom's butt was denser than theirs, heavier too, and this was most likely due to the fact that your mom had been surprisingly athletic for most of her life, so even with the generous amounts of chub on her beautifully curvaceous body, there were some powerful muscles behind it. She still took pride on having a really soft butt though, and she considered it perfect for protecting and caring for micros, having literally raised you in it for 10 years without any serious incidents known to her at least.
Miriam's eyes widened when she felt you tickling the sensitive depths of her crack with renewed vigor, and even gasped quietly when she felt as if you were giving her more kisses on one of her cheeks. Being caught completely off guard, she blushed a little but before she could even think of saying or doing anything, she lost focus for a second and once again, that was all it took for yet another massive fart to erupt from her huge behind, a tremendous gaseous blast that lasted nearly 10 seconds, though those felt like hours to you.
She giggled since her fart only made you vibrate along with her cheeks and tickle her even more, making her feel goosebumps forming all over her upper back and shoulders. She hadn't felt this good in a while, it was comparable to the times she'd taken you to the beach and asked you to rub a single drop of sunscreen on one of her cheeks but this surpassed that one.
"Didn't think you'd be too happy after that one, but I won't complain" She said, giving a quick clench as her signature kind of "hug" to you. She could feel her stomach rumbling again already "Mama's a lil' bit gassy" she chuckled and slowly shook her hips, making you bounce between her cheeks.
Despite the jostling that you suffered, the movement her motion caused at least served to free you, but you weren't allowed to do anything as another gigantic fart blared out from the pitch black depths of your mom's canyon-esque crack, blasting you with the might of a hurricane while her hefty cheeks held you in place, their insanely loud reverberations made you feel the entire noise in every bone in your body, reminding you how truly puny you were in comparison.
The sheer amount of gas that she let out was so great that not only her enormous fart blasted out like a volcanic eruption-sized tornado, but it was followed by a large bubble that didn't break at first, despite the great pressure from her gigantic ass cheeks and said bubble rushed at you, trapping you inside. If you thought your mom's farts were bad, you were in for the worst kind of surprise when you got engulfed by her fart bubble, the smell was far more concentrated, in fact, all air inside was nothing but her noxious gases and the pressure they exerted over you was way more overbearing than what you'd experienced from her cheeks.
Fortunately, this hellish imprisonment was short lived, as the bubble soon burst, unleashing another thunderous blaring blast, but as the bubble had been a lot larger than yourself, when it passed by it managed to pry open her cheeks a little more and after it burst, you slid down during the split second worth of time that was there before her planetary cheeks came crashing back together, sealing you once more in a world of blubbery squishiness and a rank smell.
Miriam shuddered again when she felt you go even deeper despite her blasting pretty mean farts, even by her own standards. Since she wasn't holding her gas in anymore, she wasn't too worried about you tickling her deeper in her crack, and in fact she wanted it, reminiscing of happier times when she literally had you there all day, when her constant bouts of gas were a minor inconvenience at worst. She was still annoyed that ever since you got your micro house you began to react worse to her farts than back when you used to live in her crack.
She noticed that she didn't feel you kissing and massaging her anymore and pouted cutely, wiggling her hips to bounce you between her cheeks again "Awww, what happened? That was lovely..." She said, engulfing you with another of her so called special hugs. In response to getting pressed between her massive cheeks, you tried to push them apart by reflex, triggering many waves of pleasant tingles all over her booty, hips and up her back, she found the touch of your diminutive hands and feet sinking into her soft flesh extremely pleasurable.
She began to clench and unclench her butt over and over again, effectively "chewing" on you with her plus-sized cheeks, another of her preferred forms of showing you affection. She couldn't get over how satisfying it felt to have you in there, she had really felt empty during the day you were absent from home and while she wasn't mad, as she understood you probably had school projects to work on, she wanted to get her bonding time with you back.
Without a care in the world, Miriam began to unleash the rest of her farts while still doing this repeated clenching, and in fact said clenching made them even louder, as the pressure exerted by her cheeks made it more difficult for her copious amounts of gas to escape, forcing them to vibrate even more on their way out. As for you, this was somehow just as bad as Daisy had been, titanic farts blasting you like authentic nukes, with little to no time to recover in between. The stench was also noticeable worse, but strangely enough, there was a sense of familiarity to it, as if you had been once used to them.
You tried to shake that feeling off, but the thunderous roars going off every few seconds, as well as the intense gale-esque winds that hit you over and over rendered any attempt at making a mental effort moot, you were forced to focus hard on bracing for these massive impacts and trying not to lose your lunch in the process. You couldn't believe this but at this point you almost wished to have stayed with Snickers even if her gas was worse than Monique's, the sole fact that she didn't fart as often was well worth to you.
All you could do was try to hold your breath and breathe through your mouth when absolutely necessary while praying for her to run out of gas already, but she just kept going over and over. Yep, she was definitely a hell of a lot gassier than even Monique, and she had gorged herself on Salsa Shack stuff. You couldn't tell if it was your mom's metabolism, being older or a mix of both that made hers so much worse with similar fuel, though then again, those damned microwavable burritos were probably a lot worse than the Shack's meals, to the point that your father straight up didn't even consider them food.
An unknown amount of time passed, it felt like an eternity to you and the only reason you even snapped out of that sort of survival mode trance your brain had locked itself into was that she had finally stopped farting for long enough for you to notice. You sighed in relief and immediately began to cough and gag, having forgotten that the atmosphere around you was absolutely rotten, it was nearly just as bad as her fart bubble had began, with fresh air virtually nonexistent around there anymore, so you were forced to breathe the tainted methane mixture that surrounded you.
"Oh wow, I think I cleared out all I had stored up" Miriam chuckled "I think that those lovely kisses and massage helped ease them all out" She added "I remember that Sheila told me something like this last time she had you but I thought she was exaggerating"
'Sheila WHAT?!' You thought, feeling as if your mind itself suddenly smashed into countless pieces like a glass plate that fell to the ground. If your mom's gas had been this horrific you really, REALLY didn't want to find out how bad Sheila's would be at this scale, as you were more than well aware that hers were orders of magnitude above your mom's, and that was on an empty stomach, with her loving the same foods as your mom, they could get exponentially worse with frightening ease.
"Alright, then I guess it's time for us to finally go to sleep" Miriam then said and lightly patted her butt "At least I don't need to worry about any lack of warmth back there, do I?" She giggled again and got comfortable, she was already laying on her stomach and in a pretty comfy position, all that was left for her to do was to turn off the lights, which she did by reaching for a switch on the fall behind her nightstand.
"Glad to have you back honey, goodnight" She said sweetly before she yawned and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep in a remarkably short time, apparently letting out all those farts did play a hand at wearing her down somewhat, perhaps akin to a light workout.
You sighed again and tried to get comfortable since there was no escaping her crack, but the moment you closed your eyes, you began to hear that horrible rumbling all over again and despite being in near complete darkness, you could feel the color draining from your entire body...
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May 12, 2023
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