Keeping the Baby warm - Aunt Karen&Celeste Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 4 by Somebody__mo-qQ5F5g

"Alright, hon. I'm gonna have to wait until my round-state trip is over before I can go to Zuleima's to have this thing checked and fixed but in the meantime, I'll have Aunt Karen look after you for the time being"

"So I called your aunt Karen and she's willing to watch you"

"For the love of... Mom!" You groaned and shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose to pre-emptively suppress the incoming headache.

"Sorry hon. I know Aunt Karen's dumber than a bucket of bricks but I really had no other option. Besides I made it clear that she's gonna be there to watch you,

"Ok but what about-"

"Yes, obviously Celeste's There too That girl can't be left alone and unsupervised anywhere, but I also told her in no uncertain terms that she's not to bother you" Your

mom said, sympathizing with you.

Blaise nodded, understanding her reasoning but still not thrilled at the prospect of spending time with Celeste, especially in your current condition. As your mom scooped you up again, you couldn't help but feel like a toy in her hand. Her gentle grip was the only thing keeping you from falling into oblivion, and even that felt like it could crush you if she wasn't careful.

The trip to Aunt Karen's house was a blur of motion and the occasional glimpse of the outside world. The journey was a stark reminder of just how tiny you were now. Everything looked so much bigger, so much more intimidating. You felt a mix of fear and awe at the sight of the world from your new perspective.

When you finally arrived, your mom gently placed you into Aunt Karen's outstretched hand. The exchange was done with surprising care, given Aunt Karen's usual clumsiness. Your Mom also gives her the shrink ray. She looked at you with her wide, blue eyes, a mix of confusion and excitement playing on her face. "Wow, you really are tiny," she said, her voice echoing like a goddess to your minuscule form.

The living room was like a mountain range of furniture and fabrics. As you enter the living room aunt Karen tosses the shrink ray on to the table. Blaise couldn't help but notice the pungent odor that filled the air as you were brought closer to the couch. The smell was a strange blend of stale popcorn and something faintly sour—a scent you recognized all too well from Celeste's various diet attempts. It was clear that Aunt Karen didn't stray far from her favorite spot, and the couch had suffered for it. The cushions were sunken in, the fabric stained and worn, a testament to her sedentary lifestyle. You felt a wave of nausea as the scent grew stronger.

Celeste looked up from the couch, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of you in Aunt Karen's hand. She squealed in excitement, jumping to her feet. The couch groaned in protest under the sudden shift in weight, and you realized just how much it had been through. Despite her lack of athletic prowess, she had surprising agility when it came to her obsessions.

"Oh my gosh, you're so tiny!" she exclaimed, reaching out with her stubby fingers. Aunt Karen chuckled, placing you on the couch cushion with surprising gentleness. You looked around, taking in the new, vast landscape of fabric and stains. The smell of Celeste's failed diets was stronger here, a potent mix of sour and sweet that made your nose wrinkle.

"Mom, can I take him to my room?" Celeste's eyes gleamed with excitement, her hands clasped together in a hopeful gesture. But Aunt Karen just rolled her eyes and wagged a finger.

"Not without supervision, honey," she said lazily, lounging on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in her lap. "Aunt Miriam said no playing without adults around. Safety first."

Celeste pouted, her cheeks puffing out like two pink balloons. "But Mo-om, I'm 18! That's practically an adult!"

Your aunt, Karen, just sighed, her voluptuous chest rising and falling dramatically. "Celeste, you know the rules. No funny business until we sort this out."

You looked up at her, feeling a mix of gratitude and dread. You didn't exactly relish the thought of being shrunk down to a size where Celeste could easily squish you with her thumb. But at the same time, you knew that Aunt Karen wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. She was more likely to lose you than keep you safe. "Thanks for watching me, Aunt Karen," you managed to murmur, trying to hide the fear in your voice.

Her plump, glossy lips curved into a smile as she nodded. "No problem, sweetie. I'm sure we'll have fun together!" She leaned back into the couch, her F-cup breasts threatening to spill out of her tight top.

Celeste, however, didn't seem to be in the mood to listen to her mother. She leaned closer to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know," she whispered, "Mom's not always the brightest bulb in the box. What makes you think your safe?"

You swallowed hard, watching as she licked her lips hungrily. It was clear that she had something devious planned. "What do you mean?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Without warning, Celeste scoots closer to you on the couch. Her eyes sparkling with mischief, she lifts her right buttcheek, revealing the stretchy fabric of her panties and the plump flesh beneath. You're so close to her that you can see the tiny beads of sweat on her skin. You brace yourself for whatever's coming next, but nothing can prepare you for the thunderous blast of gas that erupts from beneath her. The couch trembles beneath the force of it, and you're showered in the pungent scent of a week-old burrito.

The sound is like a sonic boom in the quiet living room. Aunt Karen's eyes widen in horror as the shockwave hits you, sending you flying across the couch. You feel like a ragdoll thrown by a giant as you smack into the side of aunt Karen's thick, creamy-white thigh. The impact is jarring, your head spinning as you try to catch your breath. You look up at Celeste, who's now doubled over with laughter, her cheeks red and her eyes watering.

"Oh my god, that was priceless!" she cackles, slapping her knee. Aunt Karen, however, isn't amused. She glares at her daughter, the smile wiped clean off her face. "Celeste, that's enough! You're going to kill him!"

You gulp, trying to sit up and wipe the tears from your eyes. The smell is overwhelming, a noxious fog that seems to cling to everything. "C-Celeste, I can't breathe!" you sputter, trying to crawl away from the gas cloud.

"Oh come on, don't be such a drama queen," she giggles, though she looks slightly embarrassed. "It's just a little fart." She wiggles her fingers in the air, mimicking the action. "But, you know, it's like a life hack for you tiny people. If I don't do it, you'd freeze to death."

Aunt Karen's eyes go wide, her expression a mix of disbelief and horror. "What are you talking about, Celeste?" She asks, setting down the popcorn bowl with a clank.

Celeste giggles again, wiping a tear from her eye. "It's true, Mom! Tinies like him, they can't regulate their body heat. That's why they need big people to keep them warm, especially when his mom is not around," she says, her voice filled with a strange mix of excitement and innocence. "If I don't let him stay warm with my farts, he'll just freeze to death!"

Aunt Karen's eyes bulge in shock, her jaw hanging open like a broken jack-o'-lantern. "W-what?" she sputters, glancing down at you with a look of horror. "That's ridiculous! Who told you such nonsense?"

Celeste giggles again, but this time there's a hint of something else in her voice—something more cunning. "Oh, I read it online, Mom. It's science!" she says, her eyes dancing with amusement. "If we don't keep him warm, he'll just shrivel up and die. It's like those tiny animals that live in the snow. They have to snuggle with each other to stay alive!"

You blink, trying to process what you just heard. It's true that in the animal kingdom, smaller creatures often huddled together to stay warm, but you weren't an animal, and this wasn't the snowy tundra. You're just a tiny human on a couch in the middle of a suburban living room.

"Mom!" Celeste squeaks, her voice high with feigned innocence. "I'm just trying to help! You know I care about him!"

Aunt Karen's expression softens, though you can see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to figure out if there's any truth to Celeste's wild claim. "Well, I guess it can't hurt to keep him warm," she says, looking down at you with a mix of concern and curiosity.

You muster the strength to speak up, trying to clear the air before the situation spirals even further out of control. "Aunt Karen, Celeste's just messing around. I'm fine, really," you assure her, hoping that she'll see through the lie.

But Aunt Karen's expression is a mix of skepticism and concern. "Are you sure, sweetie?" she asks, leaning closer to you. Her breath is hot and minty, smelling faintly of mouthwash. "You don't look so good. Maybe you need to get closer to Celeste's warmth."

Celeste's grin widens, and you can see the cogs turning in her head. She's enjoying this far too much. "Yeah, I think that's a great idea, Mom," she says, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "He can snuggle up in my booty and I have plenty of farts to keep him warm!"

Your heart sinks as Aunt Karen nods, seemingly convinced by Celeste's 'scientific' explanation. "Alright, honey," she says, picking you up between her thumb and forefinger. "Let's get you cozy."

You try to protest, your voice squeaking with urgency. "Wait, Aunt Karen! I don't want to go with Celeste!" You look up at her, your voice pleading. "I'd rather stay with you!"

Aunt Karen pauses, blinking down at you. "Why's that, sweetheart?" she asks, her grip loosening slightly.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "Well, it's just that... I'm not used to being this small yet," you explain, hoping she'll understand. "I'm afraid I might get lost or hurt if I'm with Celeste. Plus, she's always been a bit... clumsy."

Aunt Karen's eyes widen in realization. "Oh, I see," she says, her grip tightening around you protectively. "You don't want to end up in a dangerous place, do you?"

You nod vigorously, your heart racing at the thought of being at Celeste's mercy in her room. "Yes, exactly!" you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

Aunt Karen seems to think for a moment, her gaze flickering between you and her daughter. "Well, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, honey," she says, her expression concerned. "But I don't think it's safe for you to be out here. If you don't get warmed up your going to freeze to death"

"But Aunt," you protest weakly, your voice barely audible. "I don't think that's necessary."

"Oh, don't worry, sweetie," Aunt Karen says, her eyes glazed over with the thought of your safety. "I won't let Celeste do anything dangerous with you."

But Celeste's eyes light up with a devious spark. "But Mom, think about it," she says, her voice a syrupy sweet purr. "You always say you have too many farts to keep track of. Why not put them to good use?"

Aunt Karen's expression shifts from concern to curiosity, and you feel a cold knot form in your stomach as you realize where this is going. "What do you mean, honey?" she asks, tilting her head to the side like a confused puppy.

"Well, if he's going to get warm from farts, then it makes sense for you to be the one to keep him warm," Celeste says, her voice sticky sweet. "You're the one with the biggest... uh, farts. And the warmest, coziest place for him would be right up there." She points to her mother's voluminous behind, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Aunt Karen's expression turns thoughtful, and you can see the gears turning in her head. "I suppose that's true," she says, stroking her chin. "My farts are quite warm, after all." She winks at you, and you realize with a sinking feeling that she's actually considering this ridiculous plan.

Option 1: Aunt Karen has fallen for Celeste's lie and shoves you down the back of her pants.

Option 2: Aunt Karen Decides Celeste should be the one to fart on you after all.

Option 3: Celeste's lie backfires as the shrink ray which Miriam left with Karen randomly fires shrinking her and now her mom believes she must keep her warm with farts too.

Option 4:Aunt Karen decides to take you to a doctor to see if it's true that you have to be farted on.