Your mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing audible came out. How were you supposed to respond to a question like THAT with a view like THIS? Obviously you had been ‘experiencing’ Monique’s colossal butt in multiple ways today, and had gotten to see it from multiple angles, but this was something else. The jiggling meteors hanging over you had an insane amount of presence, and to some extent the fact that you could actually see her cheeks in all their glory was in some ways more intimidating than actually being on or even between them. Any time you felt you’d gotten a grip on yourself enough to try at some sort of response, Monique would shift her hips ever so slightly (to her perspective), which would immediately stun you back into mouth agape silence as a veritable avalanche of jostling jiggles crisscrossed over the ‘ceiling’ that loomed over your teeny tiny form.
You were so gobsmacked, in fact, that you missed that some of this movement was caused by Monique shifting her head around to look around her enormous hips down at your diminutive form. You also missed the giggle your fish gaping mouth caused her, and her voice went more or less in one ear and out the other, so distracting was the mesmerizing and gargantuan display.
“Geez Blaise, I take your stunned silence and ogling as a yes? I really don’t get how you can be drooling over ALL THIS, especially after all it’s put you throw today… But… I mean… I guess I don’t mind…” You sensed a dangerous turn of events for half a second, but any self-interest was immediately blasted away as Monique started to actively wiggling a jostle her butt above you, causing the already tiny undies ((going off the view in the visual link provided by Random Anon in the previous chapter)) to be sucked even further between the bulbous hills of fat as they jockeyed for position, stunning you right back into eye-locked silence.
“So… I guess I’m curious… what exactly is it about this THING that attracts you so much?” Not waiting for your response, Monique continued to ask apparently rhetorical questions in a sort of sleuthing monologue, as she blushed but forced herself to show off, all but giving you a lap dance as she gyrated and popped her hips over you to keep enticing your gaze. “Is it… because of how humongous, how hugely fat and flabby it is? Hmm… can’t be all it is, or you’d have hooked up with Lillian ages ago, right? Is it how gassy it can get? How it doesn’t have any problem blowing up, well… all over you? But no… if that was all you liked, you wouldn’t have been able to resist Veronica… even if you were really just embarrassed or something… So… wait… the only other thing I can think of… are you actually INTO how swampy and raunchy it can get? Then again… Coach Amber’s ass gets super swampy too; if that was all you’d probably have her take care of you way more often… Huh… I really don’t get— hold up…”
Monique swiveled her hips for the umpteenth time above you, her ass at this point already starting to become a sweaty mess even just after the bath with all of her moving about, leaving little drops of sweat on the bed she’d set you on, which you appeared to be completely immune to as you couldn’t take your eyes off her ass. You meanwhile had been trying to tear your eyes away, focus on whatever Monique was talking about, try to stop from enjoying this THIS much, but it was practically impossible. Even worse, you found yourself blushing horribly as you realized that it wasn’t only your eyes and mouth you didn’t have control of, as a much lower part of your body reacted in a very male way… Of course, this was the exact time for Monique to turn around and her face to suddenly fill your vision, her eyes locked onto, of all things, your very excited tenting crotch.
“Blaise… is it… is it the fact that my ass has ALL the things I talked about? Like… some kind of complete package kind of thing?”
Your blush only got worse as your fuzzy mind pieced together what she had been talking about, your muteness suddenly relieved by the embarrassment. “What? Uh—n-no, it’s uh… it’s not—“
“Hmmm… I think a CERTAIN part of you is being a bit more honest…”
Before you could cover up, with more precision and gentleness than your size difference should have allowed, the point of Monique’s pinky rubbed smoothly against your clothed crotch, sending a huge wave of pleasure through your diminutive form before she pulled it away with a VERY satisfied smirk. You barely had peace of mind enough to finally cover up your tenting, let alone try to refute her claim or explain it was just her gyrations in general that had turned you on, not all the other things she had postulated, which of course just cemented everything in Monique’s mind.
“Well, I still think my ass is just a humongous, swampy, slab of smelly fat, but… I guess if you like it THAT much I don’t mind it being YOUR humongous, swampy, slab of smelly fat… I guess it’s my bad that I just washed all the usual stink off… is that a turn off for you? Well, in any case, I think we both know it’ll be back to its usual sweaty self in a few minutes. And you might as well put your name on it, ‘can’t see anyone else enjoying it as much as you… Umm… I guess that… I mean, you wouldn’t mind having a girlfriend along with this humongous hideout of an ass you love so much, right?”
Choices:
1. Too far gone and not wanting to shut Monique down just because you couldn’t think with anything but your ‘little head’, you agree to start dating… which again cements for Monique that you love her ass and the ‘whole package’ it provides.
2. Embarrassed beyond belief, you try to explain yourself, but Monique just takes it as you wanting to be friends with benefits… which she not only is okay with, but is more than happy to share the ‘information’ she now has on ‘your’ preferences with your other friends, family, and/or acquaintances.
3. Taking your stunned look again as a yes and giving you little chance to respond, Monique lets her lust finally take over, deciding to make a move that you’ll ‘both’ enjoy.
4. Any combination/twist of the above.
