Jordana was facing a pretty intense internal struggle. She was feeling so turned on that a part of her wanted to shove you down the front of her thong and finally make you hers right there and then... but once again, she knew that neither Miriam nor Ariadne would ever forgive her for doing such a thing without your proper consent, and losing contact with you forever was far too steep a price for just a moment of pleasure.
She let out a frustrated huff and bit her bottom lip. Alternatively, she could shove you back in her butt, you were making her feel so good, way better than any of the micros she tried during college. Her main issue is that she always compared them to you and that apparently set the bar way too high, none of the micros she encountered lived up to the standards she had. But as much as she really wanted to go for this one, she knew that she had just ripped truly monstrous farts upon you, completely unprovoked as it was a pesky stray sweat drop what triggered her little Fartocalypse.
'No... You know what? He took all those big farts like a champ. I'll cut him a bit of slack... Besides, I really need to get rid of that Big Bad Jordana image I've earned for myself. I want him to feel safe with me, that was just an honest mistake' She thought as she contemplated your tiny, beaten body. In the end, she carefully set you on one of her huge boobs and let you sleep and recover. She sat down on a bench and drank some cold water herself.
Meanwhile, farther away...
"Awww, just when it was getting good" Isha huffed, she wanted to see Jordana doling out more booty.based punishment upon you, so she was disappointed at how things turned out. Then again, those were some really big farts even for Jordana's standards. She even recalled how her chunkier cousin Jaya used to boast about the rumbling power of her huge ass specially when loaded up on their aunt Alisha's homemade curry. And yet, she was (literally) soundly beaten by Jordana on an empty stomach when she was challenged to a farting contest.
They would later learn from Ariadne that her figure and that gassiness ran in her family, impressing both girls. Jaya in particular became pretty good friends with Jordana over their shared interest in dominating micros using their hefty curves, though she always felt like Jordana wasn't getting the full kick of it like her and she wouldn't tell why. After what she witnessed, Isha was pretty sure that she had the answer to that.
'So, even she has her own attachments, huh? I'm not even sure if to call that guy lucky or extremely unlucky' Isha thought. She kept observing you, this time wondering if an opportunity would open up, if Jordana could get distracted for long enough then she'd be able to sneak you off with her, and then place you somewhere convenient for Jaya to find and have her way with. If it failed, she could see that she might seriously piss Jordana off.
'Hmm... high risk, high reward... just how I like my odds' Isha smiled.
Back to Jordana...
Jordana browsed her phone while taking swigs of her cold water bottle, waiting for you to recover, but during one of these times that she looked at you, she reminisced of the older days, when she was even younger. She was one of the few people besides Miriam and Sheila that actually witnessed the very beginning of your friendship with Lillian.
[Flashback]
It had been a complete accident, as baby-you accidentally bounced out of Miriam's bra cup, landing right in Lillian's crib. When she realized, both mothers freaked out while Jordana herself, 4 years old at the time, watched in amazement mostly because she hadn't seen any micros besides Miriam's husband.
While getting eaten was far from a lethal hazard for micros, it wasn't a pleasant ordeal, much less so for a baby that was barely a single month old. Lillian herself was a bit older, around 4 months at the time. While the two moms watched, frozen in tense suspense, the emerald eyed girl simply gave you a curious look, slowly crawling towards you, a bit clumsily, but surprisingly gently, in fact, she seemed to have at least some vague awareness of her own size, trying not to shift the crib's mattress too much.
Out of curiosity, or perhaps instinct, she was able to carefully pick you up, bringing you really close to her eyes to observe you, another behavior that baffled both Miriam and Sheila, and they only had their minds blown further when Lillian giggled and carefully put you on the tip of her nose, making unintelligible cooing sounds along giggling. Most surprisingly to them, you had remained tranquil throughout the whole ordeal, whereas they were expecting you to start crying and freak her out.
Sheila and Miriam exchanged a wide eyed look "I think they just bonded somehow" Sheila said.
"Whoah girl, I thought you were joking, but I think you really called it" Miriam then giggled "They really are meant for each other"
"Well, you see? A mother always knows" Sheila laughed boastfully while blushing a bit herself, the scene unfolding before them was far too cute. After seeing how that unintended meeting ended up working out well, they kept having you and Lillian visit each other as babies, the latter's sharp instincts continued to surprise the two mothers in the best possible ways, seeing how she became protective and caring of you without any prompt.
One of the most surprising things they witnessed was that she encouraged you to crawl by putting you on her belly, making it jiggle for fun but in the end it worked, and even at such an early age you became pretty adept at climbing her body, often resting on her belly, or riding on the tip of her nose or on her shoulder when she moved. Even if the two of you wouldn't be able to recall all of these things consciously, Miriam and Sheila were confident that a lifelong bond had already been formed and it'd stay deep down in the realm of your subconscious...
[End of flashback]
'Lil sis had me beat since the very beginning' Jordana huffed. Even though she had her own chances to meet and interact with you, nothing could match that sheer level of intuitiveness, when the two of you were capable of perfectly communicating with each other without the need for words.
Back in those early times, Jordana herself acted more like a surrogate big sister to you, though that phase didn't last too long as she found that she enjoyed it best when she played rough with you. At the beginning, she didn't even understand properly that you weren't enjoying her way of playing, but at some point she got a kick out of it, messing with you in the way usually siblings tease each other, but with that missing elements, that proper sibling bond, in your mind Jordana came across as more of a bully, a mistake that she's come to regret.
But still, even back then there were times when Jordana would call for a truce, or grant you some form of mercy. While she has retained her very chubby physique, albeit further developed into an extremely curvaceous, bottom-heavy Amazon-esque figure, her large belly was even bigger in her childhood, and that was one of the few parts of her body you didn't fear as much, resting on it sometimes was the only moment when Jordana wouldn't be playing her games with you, she seemed to enjoy it as well.
That brought her back to much more recent times, to a beach trip from a couple of years ago. Jordana had you with her because Lillian left to stuff herself with beach stand food and she was simply sitting on a beach chair under the shade of a large parasol, with you sitting on one of the armrests. She glanced at you and patted her belly with her free hand, an universal signal she'd developed many years ago to tell you to hop onto her belly. However, that time, you flinched, making her raise an eyebrow.
"What's wrong, squirt?" She said, but you felt too nervous to speak. She felt confused for a moment, trying to understand what was the problem this time. Your fearful reaction did tip her off though.
"Really?!" She then huffed as the realization hit her "I haven't squashed you with my belly that much, come on! I mean... I may have body slammed you a few times, but no more than 5, I'm sure! All others were accidental" She said, looking away to hide her blush. In the end, you ended up climbing her hand and getting deposited on top of that large, round belly of hers and chilled together, but she was bothered by the idea that you were now afraid something that had almost always been safe in her view.
Thinking back to the present, Jordana smiled and carefully picked you up, knowing that you'd fallen deep enough asleep not to be woken up by that. Since her tank top already exposed much of her stomach, all she had to do was to gently set you on top of that large, round meaty mass. Differently from her much larger booty or her chest, this one rose and lowered continuously as she breathed, and in fact, her breathing became slower and more relaxed the moment she felt you there, as if all the warmth of those days of old came back.
She still wanted to have some fun with you, but while you remained out of commission she concluded that she'd let you recover. Plus, she also hoped that you saw that she could be nicer, even if it was more difficult for her to be so consistently. She smiled, seeing your dot-sized form on top of the vast, pale expanse of her belly, with her belly button being the only notable 'landmark'. She also giggled, remembering the many times she'd carried you inside said belly button.
'Wish I had brought cotton swabs or something to clean it' She sighed, knowing that if she put you in it right now, most likely you'd just find yourself in a mini swamp as a result of the sweat she accumulated from her workout. On the surface of her skin, most of it had evaporated by now, cooling it to a pleasant chill temperature, but in the darker, confined recesses of her anatomy, that was often not the case...
She let out a frustrated huff and bit her bottom lip. Alternatively, she could shove you back in her butt, you were making her feel so good, way better than any of the micros she tried during college. Her main issue is that she always compared them to you and that apparently set the bar way too high, none of the micros she encountered lived up to the standards she had. But as much as she really wanted to go for this one, she knew that she had just ripped truly monstrous farts upon you, completely unprovoked as it was a pesky stray sweat drop what triggered her little Fartocalypse.
'No... You know what? He took all those big farts like a champ. I'll cut him a bit of slack... Besides, I really need to get rid of that Big Bad Jordana image I've earned for myself. I want him to feel safe with me, that was just an honest mistake' She thought as she contemplated your tiny, beaten body. In the end, she carefully set you on one of her huge boobs and let you sleep and recover. She sat down on a bench and drank some cold water herself.
Meanwhile, farther away...
"Awww, just when it was getting good" Isha huffed, she wanted to see Jordana doling out more booty.based punishment upon you, so she was disappointed at how things turned out. Then again, those were some really big farts even for Jordana's standards. She even recalled how her chunkier cousin Jaya used to boast about the rumbling power of her huge ass specially when loaded up on their aunt Alisha's homemade curry. And yet, she was (literally) soundly beaten by Jordana on an empty stomach when she was challenged to a farting contest.
They would later learn from Ariadne that her figure and that gassiness ran in her family, impressing both girls. Jaya in particular became pretty good friends with Jordana over their shared interest in dominating micros using their hefty curves, though she always felt like Jordana wasn't getting the full kick of it like her and she wouldn't tell why. After what she witnessed, Isha was pretty sure that she had the answer to that.
'So, even she has her own attachments, huh? I'm not even sure if to call that guy lucky or extremely unlucky' Isha thought. She kept observing you, this time wondering if an opportunity would open up, if Jordana could get distracted for long enough then she'd be able to sneak you off with her, and then place you somewhere convenient for Jaya to find and have her way with. If it failed, she could see that she might seriously piss Jordana off.
'Hmm... high risk, high reward... just how I like my odds' Isha smiled.
Back to Jordana...
Jordana browsed her phone while taking swigs of her cold water bottle, waiting for you to recover, but during one of these times that she looked at you, she reminisced of the older days, when she was even younger. She was one of the few people besides Miriam and Sheila that actually witnessed the very beginning of your friendship with Lillian.
[Flashback]
It had been a complete accident, as baby-you accidentally bounced out of Miriam's bra cup, landing right in Lillian's crib. When she realized, both mothers freaked out while Jordana herself, 4 years old at the time, watched in amazement mostly because she hadn't seen any micros besides Miriam's husband.
While getting eaten was far from a lethal hazard for micros, it wasn't a pleasant ordeal, much less so for a baby that was barely a single month old. Lillian herself was a bit older, around 4 months at the time. While the two moms watched, frozen in tense suspense, the emerald eyed girl simply gave you a curious look, slowly crawling towards you, a bit clumsily, but surprisingly gently, in fact, she seemed to have at least some vague awareness of her own size, trying not to shift the crib's mattress too much.
Out of curiosity, or perhaps instinct, she was able to carefully pick you up, bringing you really close to her eyes to observe you, another behavior that baffled both Miriam and Sheila, and they only had their minds blown further when Lillian giggled and carefully put you on the tip of her nose, making unintelligible cooing sounds along giggling. Most surprisingly to them, you had remained tranquil throughout the whole ordeal, whereas they were expecting you to start crying and freak her out.
Sheila and Miriam exchanged a wide eyed look "I think they just bonded somehow" Sheila said.
"Whoah girl, I thought you were joking, but I think you really called it" Miriam then giggled "They really are meant for each other"
"Well, you see? A mother always knows" Sheila laughed boastfully while blushing a bit herself, the scene unfolding before them was far too cute. After seeing how that unintended meeting ended up working out well, they kept having you and Lillian visit each other as babies, the latter's sharp instincts continued to surprise the two mothers in the best possible ways, seeing how she became protective and caring of you without any prompt.
One of the most surprising things they witnessed was that she encouraged you to crawl by putting you on her belly, making it jiggle for fun but in the end it worked, and even at such an early age you became pretty adept at climbing her body, often resting on her belly, or riding on the tip of her nose or on her shoulder when she moved. Even if the two of you wouldn't be able to recall all of these things consciously, Miriam and Sheila were confident that a lifelong bond had already been formed and it'd stay deep down in the realm of your subconscious...
[End of flashback]
'Lil sis had me beat since the very beginning' Jordana huffed. Even though she had her own chances to meet and interact with you, nothing could match that sheer level of intuitiveness, when the two of you were capable of perfectly communicating with each other without the need for words.
Back in those early times, Jordana herself acted more like a surrogate big sister to you, though that phase didn't last too long as she found that she enjoyed it best when she played rough with you. At the beginning, she didn't even understand properly that you weren't enjoying her way of playing, but at some point she got a kick out of it, messing with you in the way usually siblings tease each other, but with that missing elements, that proper sibling bond, in your mind Jordana came across as more of a bully, a mistake that she's come to regret.
But still, even back then there were times when Jordana would call for a truce, or grant you some form of mercy. While she has retained her very chubby physique, albeit further developed into an extremely curvaceous, bottom-heavy Amazon-esque figure, her large belly was even bigger in her childhood, and that was one of the few parts of her body you didn't fear as much, resting on it sometimes was the only moment when Jordana wouldn't be playing her games with you, she seemed to enjoy it as well.
That brought her back to much more recent times, to a beach trip from a couple of years ago. Jordana had you with her because Lillian left to stuff herself with beach stand food and she was simply sitting on a beach chair under the shade of a large parasol, with you sitting on one of the armrests. She glanced at you and patted her belly with her free hand, an universal signal she'd developed many years ago to tell you to hop onto her belly. However, that time, you flinched, making her raise an eyebrow.
"What's wrong, squirt?" She said, but you felt too nervous to speak. She felt confused for a moment, trying to understand what was the problem this time. Your fearful reaction did tip her off though.
"Really?!" She then huffed as the realization hit her "I haven't squashed you with my belly that much, come on! I mean... I may have body slammed you a few times, but no more than 5, I'm sure! All others were accidental" She said, looking away to hide her blush. In the end, you ended up climbing her hand and getting deposited on top of that large, round belly of hers and chilled together, but she was bothered by the idea that you were now afraid something that had almost always been safe in her view.
Thinking back to the present, Jordana smiled and carefully picked you up, knowing that you'd fallen deep enough asleep not to be woken up by that. Since her tank top already exposed much of her stomach, all she had to do was to gently set you on top of that large, round meaty mass. Differently from her much larger booty or her chest, this one rose and lowered continuously as she breathed, and in fact, her breathing became slower and more relaxed the moment she felt you there, as if all the warmth of those days of old came back.
She still wanted to have some fun with you, but while you remained out of commission she concluded that she'd let you recover. Plus, she also hoped that you saw that she could be nicer, even if it was more difficult for her to be so consistently. She smiled, seeing your dot-sized form on top of the vast, pale expanse of her belly, with her belly button being the only notable 'landmark'. She also giggled, remembering the many times she'd carried you inside said belly button.
'Wish I had brought cotton swabs or something to clean it' She sighed, knowing that if she put you in it right now, most likely you'd just find yourself in a mini swamp as a result of the sweat she accumulated from her workout. On the surface of her skin, most of it had evaporated by now, cooling it to a pleasant chill temperature, but in the darker, confined recesses of her anatomy, that was often not the case...
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