"I wish I could" Caren smiled "It's just a special ability I have, but I might be able to figure out something for you" She said, making Miriam smile. Her bloated belly got her thinking back to her pregnancy days, which she ranked as the 2nd happiest period of her life, with the first being your birth and your earliest years and the 3rd when she finally asked your dad out and they became a couple.
While Miriam didn't have the powerful genes from her best friend Sheila's bloodline, she would be functionally gassy all the time due to her dieting choices. Amusingly enough, whereas a lot of moms complained about feeling nauseous and having stomachaches or acid reflux from pregnancy itself, when she was pregnant herself she practically suffered none of these symptoms, in fact, her stomach was at its calmest and wasn't even as gassy as usual, a fact that your dad would joke about, saying that maybe with more babies she'd stop blasting so often. She would joke that her body didn't get enough to make much gas since it was more focused on nourishing her baby.
However, that suppression to her usual characteristic gassiness ended the moment you finally arrived into this world, but its loss wasn't something she missed much, and found it even cuter that as a very young baby, you found her loud, bassy blasts funny rather than scary, as her mother-in-law sometimes would tell her that those loud noises would just make baby-you cry, feeling glad to prove her wrong.
She then would remember that almost half of the times when you were little and would hug her while she was doing something, those same instances where you unintentionally got your face wedged between her big buns she'd let out a pretty big fart, not so much from feeling startled or scared, but because of suddenly feeling her butt touched, as it was always a bit sensitive, but not in a bad way. She absolutely loved these kinds of things, and even your reaction when you would dramatically cough and gag as well as complain, but never truly getting mad at her. She could almost hear some of those past moments echoing in her head right now...
"M-Mom!" You had said, coughing and gagging while waving the steamy stench away from your face as one of those spontaneous hugs got 'rewarded' with one of her bigger booty blasts.
"Sorry hon" Miriam would giggle "Guess these big balloons were a bit overinflated, huh?" She would joke and lightly pat her large butt, that little joke or similar ones would often be enough for you to laugh these incidents off. Some other times she'd ask you if it was really that bad and even at such a young age you felt the need not to hurt her feelings, so you'd always say no every time.
Miriam's happy memories were cut off when her bubbling belly began to gurgle and groan more, as larger bubbles of gas headed down her gut and began to gather, fusing into larger bubbles with more pressurized gas. She could almost feel as if she had several little tornadoes swirling inside. This is when another thought crossed her mind.
"Hey, Caren... You said my baby shrank himself to feel more of his mama's lovely buns, right?"
"Yup" The silver haired eye nun nodded without missing a beat and smirking.
"But I'm starting to feel gassy... I mean real gassy. Wouldn't they be bigger to him at that size?" Miriam asked.
"Yeah" Caren shrugged "I explained it to him well, he knows that if he becomes smaller your gas would feel more intense" She said coolly but in reality, she was reaching her limits in keeping her horniness at bay. Her face hadn't become a tomato our of sheer redness by a miracle.
"If he went and shrank himself anyway, he really must not mind it much then"
"Oh, no problem in that case, he clearly knows what he's getting himself into then" Miriam replied with a delighted smile. Caren saw that she was at the happiest she'd seen her so far and this egged her on to add even more fuel to the proverbial fire.
"You know... there's also the possibility he likes them" Caren said in her best casual tone "He didn't complain as much when I ripped one on him, and he barely knows me! I'm sure yours are much nicer since he's familiar with them" Caren's smirk grew when she saw Miriam's eyes lit up even more than they did before. Yep, she was definitely at her happiest she'd seen for sure. She knew what was about to happen and she couldn't wait.
Miriam then lightly pressed her tummy and did a downward sweeping motion, manually easing even more gas bubbles down her gut, also dislodging many that had gotten caught somewhere along the way. Caren's eyes widened, she was going to make her farts the biggest she could! And Miriam repeated this a few more times, making her gut rumble more noticeably and its growls got louder.
Meanwhile, trapped in the dark, reeking canyon-esque charm that was your mom's gargantuan buttcrack you tried to listen in on what they were talking about, somehow making out most of the conversation despite the millions or billions of metric tons of gelatinous, fatty booty flesh enveloping you and making up most of your self-contained world. You grew even more nervous after hearing that your mom even wanted to learn to shrink you!
Now that would be an absolute nightmare, you were sure that if she learned how to, you were probably doomed to get shrunken and stuffed down her enormous ass whenever she felt gassy, specially when her food gave her particularly bad gas. Somehow, you also felt that she'd want you to massage her butt at that size or to rub sunscreen on it.
Your levels of embarrassment also hit new ceilings as you heard her share with Caren how much she loved to have you "cuddling" with her massive booty and unleashing those huge farts of hers all over you. It's not that you didn't know, since she's told you herself plenty, but rather that this was the worst kind of information to give to a horny fart maniac with size changing abilities and a penchant for messing around with people. You could tell that Caren would make sure to have you experience more and more of your mom's thick, gassy behind.
Then, you heard your mom show some concerns about your further reduced size, but those were swiftly shot down by Caren, and with the way her voice sounded you could practically see her smug smile. You groaned in frustration, the one chance to be spared from this nonsense was taken from you before you could ever do anything.
But you didn't think that Caren would go further beyond, she really plunged the dagger when she suggested the idea that you liked your mom's noxious gas. Upon hearing those words, the color drained not just from your face, but from your entire body and you began to shudder in panic. This wasn't even the first time something like this happened…
It wasn't even that long ago, just a few years back. You were pretty proficient in Spanish class because, well, it was your first language, but also because your mom and grandma actually taught you the grammar and all other details that a lot of people that you knew to speak the language often missed. Literature in Spanish was even tougher for those who found the standard lessons a challenge, and one day there was a contest, where one would write an essay on a Classic of a list of selected works and authors.
Finding that you read some of these books and knew of more thanks to your family, you chose one that was one of your mom's favorites and reread it, writing an essay detailing what you understood while also borrowing your mom's opinions on it. You turned the essay in and thought nothing of it, just another bonus assignment to bolster your grades.
Long story short, it was a citywide competition and you landed first place! When you told your mom about this, she was incredibly happy and proud, even more so when she read a copy of your essay and saw that you wrote it thinking of her. Ariadne was also there and you distinctly remembered that she whispered something into her ear…
The day after you were awarded the prize, which was personally given by Mayor Patricia and netted you a couple of powerful accidental hip checks, your mom got you the entirety of one of your favorite animated series in Blu Ray. She and Ariadne were eager to watch it with you, a semi improvised marathon since it was a Friday.
Ariadne stayed for the first hour but then she left, giggling and at the time you didn't connect the dots. Your mom had been sitting on your lap since she often did when she was feeling particularly affectionate. But you were caught completely off guard when seemingly out of nowhere she began to rip huge farts that made your whole lap vibrate to their bassy rumbling. And you couldn't dare to say anything because you never had the heart to risk hurting her feelings and she wanted to spend time with you…
Thus, you bravely or suicidally endured a multihour binge watching marathon with her sitting on your lap ripping farts that were huge even for her standards, and she did so every few minutes. As she got off you when you were done, her big booty fired another rumbling booty blast right on your face. It took every single drop of willpower not to cough, gag or retch at the noxious stink that had engulfed you the entire time, and your mom seemed even chipper than usual.
Only now you began to see what happened, and at this size it couldn't be any more terrifying… The deep, rumbling growls shook your entire surroundings and you felt an impending sense of doom.
"God fricking dammit..." You said with clenched teeth, knowing that Caren really went the extra mile to make this shrunken experience the absolute worst.
Then, an apocalyptic eruption ensued, a deafening thunderous roar rattled every bone in your body and a massive, swirling torrent of hot, dense fermented winds blasted you with untold force, but the enormously massive heft of the gigantic meaty globes engulfing you pinned you firmly in place, having you endure the brunt of the raging hurricane. The smell was stronger as well, feeling like it burned your nostrils with the lingering spice from her food, and that was on top of a vile stench, heavy with beans with a hint of spoiled meat, and this was just the beginning...
