You were relieved your mom decided to cut short this game of hers, that had been a real close call, but the way she talked didn't make you feel all that safe... it seemed as if the only constraint right now had been the time, and that under other circumstances she might have been okay with it, which made you shudder. After taking one more of her enormous farts head-on, her plump cheeks clenched on you, keeping you pinned in place. Miriam went to sleep, somehow managing to order her body to maintain the clench, much to your own surprise, as you had figured out that the moment she drifted off, her muscles would simply relax and you'd fall to the very bottom... of her bottom...
As you thought more about this, you remembered that when you were much younger, sometimes your mom was tired from work, but nonetheless she took you to places like the movies, and even if she fell asleep throughout, she firmly grabbed your hand, a leftover fear from her bringing up in Mexico, as you'd later learn. She wasn't going to let anyone snatch you from her, she jokingly would say, but there was a sort of fire in her eyes when she said that that confirmed to you that when it came to protecting you, she might be more ferocious than a mother bear. As odd as this might be, you realized that thig might be yet another manifestation of such an uncanny ability, to keep a hold of you while sleeping... though you really wished it wasn't with her butt.
Soon, things went quiet, you could feel slight movement in the fleshy walls encasing you, likely matching your mom's breathing. It was oddly soothing, and you even got a weird sense of safety, like, while in here, you were completely protected from anything and everything. A wave of calmness washed through your previously stressed and kinda battered body, but you snapped out of it as you gave it further thought, slapping yourself for thinking yourself safe while trapped in the most volatile part of your mom's body. But soon, the feeling returned, like a siren's call, penetrating into your head, trying to seduce your mind, to tame it into a state of passivity. You stretch your arms, pushing against the squishy flesh around you, your hands and arms sink into it, but soon you feel the pressure increase and Miriam's immense asscheeks engulf you more.
"Just sleep, honey" She groggily said. Once again you were surprised, she hadn't forgotten about you yet, even while half-asleep. You began wondering if moms were even normal people anymore, as you were sure that if someone asked you your name while half asleep you wouldn't be able to give an answer. You knew better than to disobey your mom, so you closed your eyes and tried to get comfortable... which was indeed quite easy. She liked to joke about it a lot, sharing a very similar sense of humor to that of Lillian's, but Miriam's big butt really did make for amazing pillows, though you were sure that if you told her that, she'd probably like to make these sleeping arrangements a more recurrent thing.
You couldn't quite shake off that odd feeling of safety, which bothered you, but the warmth and softness that surrounded you seemingly slowly chipped away at you, lulling you, making you feel sleepy. You ended up yawning and leaning a little into one of her cheeks before drifting off yourself. Though, remembering how gassy she had been, you were still worried in the back of your mind that she'd blast you again, but there were no noises coming from the dark depths below. Eventually, this alertness wore off, and you completely allowed yourself to fall asleep and rest, after quite the tiring day with Jordana's and your mom's shenanigans.
Several Hours later...
Miriam was so used to waking up early that she didn't need an alarm to get up on time. It was 7 AM, as she checked her cellphone after opening her eyes. She could feel that you were laying between her cheeks, which kept their hold on you overnight, but you weren't tensed up like before. She quietly giggled, happy that you found her 'special pillows' comfortable. However, while she was able to hold her gas in throughout the night, it didn't mean she didn't have any, it was the last leftovers from the generous lunch she had with Sheila, but it had built up significantly, and soon she could feel that it needed to go. Unable to hold it in for much longer, she simply eased it out, but even then, it came out blaring loudly and rippling her large cheeks, making an echoing thunderous noise that resonated around the bedroom.
"Rise and shine sweetie!" She guiltily laughed and teasingly wiggled her hips, feeling you stir awake. She felt a faint buzzing that might have been your groaning in annoyance.
Unknown to her, you had woken up earlier, shortly after she did, but didn't really feel like moving, but then found yourself trembling when you heard a deep, low rumbling, your eyes widening in horror: You were about to face your mom's devastating morning fart. It exploded into you with the force of a volcano, though your plush surroundings held you firmly in place, letting the raging wind blew past you, but you still got hit by it, while the noise made your entire body ring and vibrate with its reverberating roars.
Deciding that her tiny son finally had had enough, Miriam mercifully retrieved you from her humongous asscrack, taking her sweet time to fish you out of it, rubbing you against her sensitive crack while on your way up. She put you on her bed and grabbed the gun, switching it on and pushing a few buttons before firing a red beam that, like the blue one that shrank you, engulfed with a weird, unnatural aura, but this time, you felt warmer as the world began to appear smaller as you were growing. In a few seconds, you were back to your normal size, sitting on your mom's bed, feeling baffled, a part of you felt that maybe you wouldn't get back to normal size because things would keep happening to prevent it...
So, this was a very welcome change, but it took you a moment to process it, standing up as if to make sure that it was real, that this wasn't some cruel dream that gave you hope only to later take it away... Your thoughts, however, were suddenly interrupted as your mom gave you a bear-hug, and you couldn't help but feel her noticeably large boobs press into you, as a result of how tightly she pressed you into her.
"Good morning!" She cheerfully said "You were wonderful yesterday, my baby" she whispered into your ear, making you blush from embarrassment while getting goosebumps all over your arms and the back of your neck, which elicited a hearty chuckle from your mom.
"But right now, you need to eat breakfast to have energy for the day..." She said in her more typical motherly tone, but then you saw her smile cheekily.
"Before that, though... you may want to take a shower... I don't mind myself... but I don't think you wanna explain to the girls why you smell like your mama's booty, do you? After that... who knows... maybe you could go back there..." She giggled while your blush intensified. You didn't have the heart to tell her how terrible it had been for you in her ass, even less so now that you saw how happy she had been about it. You didn't even fear retaliation, as it was often the case with Latina moms and their feared chancla... you just couldn't make yourself do anything to make her sad.
Once more, obeying her, you decided to head for your room and take a good, long shower to rinse yourself off from the many colossal booty blasts you almost took at point blank while 'pleasing' your mom, as Ariadne intended. The thought of going back there made you shudder, and you felt like Ariadne would probably try to get you to do precisely that. Jordana had been nice so far, even after she farted on you... maybe staying with her was a better bet? Besides... it didn't seem like the girls were too secretive with the shrinking gun... what if they revealed it to the others? You didn't want to imagine Lillian or Sheila 'playing' with you like that... you might not even survive...
After you were done showering, drying and dressing up, you went to the kitchen to get some of the best possible breakfasts in teenagers' book: Pizza. But you didn't eat it cold, you found that rather barbaric. Cold food, with obvious exceptions like ice cream, always felt odd and like if it were raw, so you weren't fond of it. You sort of had this internal rule of yours that food needed to be warm or hot while your drink, often chocolate milk, should be cold. Your mom used to say that your stomach would crack and break because of the temperature changes until you showed her that it didn't work like that, though the principle applied to metal.
In any case, you grabbed your mom's famous comal, a wide, smooth flat griddle. Her most prized cookware possession, and by what she said, something they didn't even sell locally, as she got it from her homeland. This thing was like the cooking panacea, you could prepare almost anything on it, and in many instances, its results beat the microwave so bad it wasn't even funny. With the trusty piece of cookware, you warmed your slices of pizza and they looked and smelled as if it was freshly coming out of the oven. As you ate, Ariadne and Jordana came to the kitchen to also grab something for breakfast, but since you had used up the last eggs yesterday, all they could prepare was your mom's favorite microwavable burritos.
"Morning, squirt" Jordana nonchalantly greeted you while Ariadne put their food in the microwave and turned it on.
"Rough night?" The large Brazilian asked with a chuckle, but she seemed concerned.
"I will survive" You said, mimicking that song's tone, eliciting a laugh from both college girls.
"See? He's fine. Mom's not a monster" Ariadne giggled.
"She does have a monster ass" Jordana added.
"The pot calling the kettle black" Ariadne teased, making you chuckle as well...
As you thought more about this, you remembered that when you were much younger, sometimes your mom was tired from work, but nonetheless she took you to places like the movies, and even if she fell asleep throughout, she firmly grabbed your hand, a leftover fear from her bringing up in Mexico, as you'd later learn. She wasn't going to let anyone snatch you from her, she jokingly would say, but there was a sort of fire in her eyes when she said that that confirmed to you that when it came to protecting you, she might be more ferocious than a mother bear. As odd as this might be, you realized that thig might be yet another manifestation of such an uncanny ability, to keep a hold of you while sleeping... though you really wished it wasn't with her butt.
Soon, things went quiet, you could feel slight movement in the fleshy walls encasing you, likely matching your mom's breathing. It was oddly soothing, and you even got a weird sense of safety, like, while in here, you were completely protected from anything and everything. A wave of calmness washed through your previously stressed and kinda battered body, but you snapped out of it as you gave it further thought, slapping yourself for thinking yourself safe while trapped in the most volatile part of your mom's body. But soon, the feeling returned, like a siren's call, penetrating into your head, trying to seduce your mind, to tame it into a state of passivity. You stretch your arms, pushing against the squishy flesh around you, your hands and arms sink into it, but soon you feel the pressure increase and Miriam's immense asscheeks engulf you more.
"Just sleep, honey" She groggily said. Once again you were surprised, she hadn't forgotten about you yet, even while half-asleep. You began wondering if moms were even normal people anymore, as you were sure that if someone asked you your name while half asleep you wouldn't be able to give an answer. You knew better than to disobey your mom, so you closed your eyes and tried to get comfortable... which was indeed quite easy. She liked to joke about it a lot, sharing a very similar sense of humor to that of Lillian's, but Miriam's big butt really did make for amazing pillows, though you were sure that if you told her that, she'd probably like to make these sleeping arrangements a more recurrent thing.
You couldn't quite shake off that odd feeling of safety, which bothered you, but the warmth and softness that surrounded you seemingly slowly chipped away at you, lulling you, making you feel sleepy. You ended up yawning and leaning a little into one of her cheeks before drifting off yourself. Though, remembering how gassy she had been, you were still worried in the back of your mind that she'd blast you again, but there were no noises coming from the dark depths below. Eventually, this alertness wore off, and you completely allowed yourself to fall asleep and rest, after quite the tiring day with Jordana's and your mom's shenanigans.
Several Hours later...
Miriam was so used to waking up early that she didn't need an alarm to get up on time. It was 7 AM, as she checked her cellphone after opening her eyes. She could feel that you were laying between her cheeks, which kept their hold on you overnight, but you weren't tensed up like before. She quietly giggled, happy that you found her 'special pillows' comfortable. However, while she was able to hold her gas in throughout the night, it didn't mean she didn't have any, it was the last leftovers from the generous lunch she had with Sheila, but it had built up significantly, and soon she could feel that it needed to go. Unable to hold it in for much longer, she simply eased it out, but even then, it came out blaring loudly and rippling her large cheeks, making an echoing thunderous noise that resonated around the bedroom.
"Rise and shine sweetie!" She guiltily laughed and teasingly wiggled her hips, feeling you stir awake. She felt a faint buzzing that might have been your groaning in annoyance.
Unknown to her, you had woken up earlier, shortly after she did, but didn't really feel like moving, but then found yourself trembling when you heard a deep, low rumbling, your eyes widening in horror: You were about to face your mom's devastating morning fart. It exploded into you with the force of a volcano, though your plush surroundings held you firmly in place, letting the raging wind blew past you, but you still got hit by it, while the noise made your entire body ring and vibrate with its reverberating roars.
Deciding that her tiny son finally had had enough, Miriam mercifully retrieved you from her humongous asscrack, taking her sweet time to fish you out of it, rubbing you against her sensitive crack while on your way up. She put you on her bed and grabbed the gun, switching it on and pushing a few buttons before firing a red beam that, like the blue one that shrank you, engulfed with a weird, unnatural aura, but this time, you felt warmer as the world began to appear smaller as you were growing. In a few seconds, you were back to your normal size, sitting on your mom's bed, feeling baffled, a part of you felt that maybe you wouldn't get back to normal size because things would keep happening to prevent it...
So, this was a very welcome change, but it took you a moment to process it, standing up as if to make sure that it was real, that this wasn't some cruel dream that gave you hope only to later take it away... Your thoughts, however, were suddenly interrupted as your mom gave you a bear-hug, and you couldn't help but feel her noticeably large boobs press into you, as a result of how tightly she pressed you into her.
"Good morning!" She cheerfully said "You were wonderful yesterday, my baby" she whispered into your ear, making you blush from embarrassment while getting goosebumps all over your arms and the back of your neck, which elicited a hearty chuckle from your mom.
"But right now, you need to eat breakfast to have energy for the day..." She said in her more typical motherly tone, but then you saw her smile cheekily.
"Before that, though... you may want to take a shower... I don't mind myself... but I don't think you wanna explain to the girls why you smell like your mama's booty, do you? After that... who knows... maybe you could go back there..." She giggled while your blush intensified. You didn't have the heart to tell her how terrible it had been for you in her ass, even less so now that you saw how happy she had been about it. You didn't even fear retaliation, as it was often the case with Latina moms and their feared chancla... you just couldn't make yourself do anything to make her sad.
Once more, obeying her, you decided to head for your room and take a good, long shower to rinse yourself off from the many colossal booty blasts you almost took at point blank while 'pleasing' your mom, as Ariadne intended. The thought of going back there made you shudder, and you felt like Ariadne would probably try to get you to do precisely that. Jordana had been nice so far, even after she farted on you... maybe staying with her was a better bet? Besides... it didn't seem like the girls were too secretive with the shrinking gun... what if they revealed it to the others? You didn't want to imagine Lillian or Sheila 'playing' with you like that... you might not even survive...
After you were done showering, drying and dressing up, you went to the kitchen to get some of the best possible breakfasts in teenagers' book: Pizza. But you didn't eat it cold, you found that rather barbaric. Cold food, with obvious exceptions like ice cream, always felt odd and like if it were raw, so you weren't fond of it. You sort of had this internal rule of yours that food needed to be warm or hot while your drink, often chocolate milk, should be cold. Your mom used to say that your stomach would crack and break because of the temperature changes until you showed her that it didn't work like that, though the principle applied to metal.
In any case, you grabbed your mom's famous comal, a wide, smooth flat griddle. Her most prized cookware possession, and by what she said, something they didn't even sell locally, as she got it from her homeland. This thing was like the cooking panacea, you could prepare almost anything on it, and in many instances, its results beat the microwave so bad it wasn't even funny. With the trusty piece of cookware, you warmed your slices of pizza and they looked and smelled as if it was freshly coming out of the oven. As you ate, Ariadne and Jordana came to the kitchen to also grab something for breakfast, but since you had used up the last eggs yesterday, all they could prepare was your mom's favorite microwavable burritos.
"Morning, squirt" Jordana nonchalantly greeted you while Ariadne put their food in the microwave and turned it on.
"Rough night?" The large Brazilian asked with a chuckle, but she seemed concerned.
"I will survive" You said, mimicking that song's tone, eliciting a laugh from both college girls.
"See? He's fine. Mom's not a monster" Ariadne giggled.
"She does have a monster ass" Jordana added.
"The pot calling the kettle black" Ariadne teased, making you chuckle as well...
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May 12, 2023
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