Auntie Sheila… (kinked edition) Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 31 by Sex-Caliber

NOTE: The following path follows an alternate version of another path by NotOnTime, with new context from the previous path influencing the way the events play out. The chapters are thus titled accordingly. Just putting this here for transparency's sake.

"Oh—Hi there, Blaise!" Sheila greeted you as warmly as ever from the other side of the door. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You couldn't help but blush a little; she was a very attractive and very charming woman—much like her daughter, if not more—and had always been quite flirtatious with you herself ever since you hit puberty—sometimes even teasing you with your mom about offering to 'take you for herself' once you hit 18 if you weren't already in a relationship by then.

Not to mention she's even gassier than Lillian, and her farts smell way stronger—OH MY GOD, WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT IT LIKE THAT!? You forced yourself back into the moment, trying very hard not to start down that new road in your head now of all times.

"… Hey, Auntie." you greeted her as you sheepishly rubbed the back of your head, your face betraying little of your thoughts besides unsurety. "Is… Is Lillian home? I need to talk to her about something."

Her warm smile gave way to surprise for a moment, but came back with a half-apologetic lop-sidedness and a shrug.

"Aw… I'm sorry, hon. Lilly headed out earlier; apparently there was someone else she needed to talk to, too. Didn't say who or where, though." You had a sneaking suspicion you knew who as she opened the door a little wider, and stepped back. "You're welcome to sit and wait for a bit till she comes back, though. We can chat for a little while until then too, if you like—we haven't really spent much quality time together lately, anyway. Plus, you look a little nervous… flustered, even. It might help you relax~" she purred that last bit, enjoying the sight of the deepening blush on your face.

… Of course she noticed that.

"Oh—well, I, um…" You tried to push down the awkward and confusing feelings you were having, but you didn't really have an answer to give to what she said right then.

She tittered at your reaction with a hand raised in front of her mouth—and you found yourself trying very hard not to be distracted by the feminine charm with which she did so.

"Sweetie, I've known you since you were in your mom's belly; I know for a fact that you don't have anything better to do right now." She gestured with her hand to offer you entry, almost temptingly. "So, come on in~"

Unable to answer verbally, and truly having nothing else you could do right now (except try to collect your thoughts), you took her up on her offer and set foot inside the house.

She lead you to the couch, and your eyes couldn't help but be drawn the hypnotic sway to her hips and ass as she walked in front of you—as well as the fact she was wearing nothing but a grey tank top and a pair of Brazilian-flag panties that rode up her ass into a makeshift thong. Usually, you'd immediately try to pull your eyes away in embarrassment, but after everything that's happened lately your mind was too worn out to process what it's doing with as much self-awareness as quickly.

Before you could snap yourself out of it, she noticed… but she said nothing, her smile only growing playfully as she feigned ignorance right as you finally realised you'd been staring for a little too long.

Under the impression that she hadn't noticed, you found yourself somewhat relieved for a moment despite the blood rushing to your cheeks again, along with somewhere else you were trying very hard for it not to… but just as you sat down, she turned around and bent over till her face was right in front of yours, sticking her gargantuan ass out in the air behind her with a seductive smile that made your heart stop at how similar it was to Lillian's back then.

"Are you thirsty, sweetie? I know I am~"

The red on your face deepened once again as you immediately interpreted that a very certain way based on the husky tone with which she said it, and you found yourself too tongue-tied to speak.

"I… um… I…"

She giggled charmingly again as she stood up.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'. Let me get you some water."

… God damn it. Your face remained beet red even as your eyes turned away in characteristic embarrassment—which you quickly and shamefully realised on a level was supplemented by none other than those two wolves named Frustration and Disappointment. Why? Why NOW? YOU'RE NOT HELPING!

Unfortunately for you, she picked up all three emotions in your expression… and she took advantage of it as she winked at you with that same smile even as she turned away, sticking out her bulbous bubble butt in your direction. You couldn't help admiring how effortlessly it swayed from the motion—and you could even have sworn you just about heard her cheeks clapping as she did so.

As she sauntered off into the kitchen for the time being, you took the opportunity to try and collect your thoughts and calm down in comparative silence… only for a familiar sensation of weariness to take hold of you.

… Oh, no.

Unfortunately, with the emotional and mental state you were just in, you couldn't articulate anything else before the darkness overtook you again.

Not again… Why now…?

You came to after a few moments. As soon as your mind recalled what had just happened, your eyes snapped open and you jolted up… right on the couch where you were before. Only now, it was as huge as you'd dreaded it might be.

You heard the sound of what must be Sheila coming back with your water. Your estimation proved correct, and despite half-expecting what was coming, you were still dumbstruck for a few moments at the sight of her massive form sauntering back.

At the very least, though, judging by the difference in scale, you were most likely only as small as you had been last time—if not maybe a bit bigger—and so at least it wouldn't be too hard for you to grab her attention if you tried.

Right…?