Found by Sheila (kinked edition), part 3
Giantess/Shrinking & Farts
chapter 34
by
Sex-Caliber
NOTE: This 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.
"Aw… You look nervous, sweetie," she cooed, half-teasingly. "Don't worry, I won't bite… I'll sure squish, though~"
Before you could wonder what she meant by that, she sat and then laid down on the couch, brought you down to her belly, and lifted up her shirt—exposing the lovely, sun-kissed skin and slight pudge underneath, and causing your blush to deepen at the sight—then quickly pressed your small, stiffened body against it, your face smushed right against her navel as you laid face-down against her.
You were caught off-guard by how soft it felt—and by the subtle, strangely pleasant smell of her skin. Had she just had a shower before you came?
As you processed the gentle mix of sensations, you heard her sigh contently—and felt the soft-ish vibrations of it underneath you, to boot.
"Just relax, sweetie. Auntie will take care of you for a while~"
The two of you remained like this for a minute or so, and you actually found yourself somewhat relaxing as you got used to how comfortable it actually was… then your heart stopped as you heard a certain rumbling coming from within.
She giggled as she noticed the feeling of you stiffening up again, and curled her fingers around you as she lifted you up and brought you above her face. You briefly realised the angle you were facing her at actually looked a bit like she was holding a phone camera, and you were watching a video she was taking in VR.
"Sorry, honey—I really pigged out on your mom's burritos last night. I guess it's probably not the best idea to keep you on my belly right now."
You tried very hard then to fight the ever-intensifying blush coming up as the all too familiar implications of what that foreshadowed came to your mind. Your head was starting to get seriously foggy at how much blood kept disprortionately travelling there and a certain other place.
I wonder how her ass would compare—STOP! You jerked your head away in frustration with yourself.
And she noticed.
"Hm? What's wrong, sweetie?"
You tensed up again, tongue-tied, and slowly looked back down at her.
Her face was gentle, caring, and all too characteristic of a wonderful mother to do anything but calm you down at least a little.
"… I…"
You didn't know how to answer. Where would you even start? How much should you even say? Should you even say anything?