Mother's Day Mayhem [Part I] Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 4 by RandomAnon

Preparing all the food, even though it was more than you had first planned. Plus, there was something relaxing about being able to completely focus on a task you were fairly confident at, maybe it was what people call "getting in the zone". Time flew and before you knew it, you had pretty much everything ready. Just to be sure, you looked at the clock and saw that a fair amount of time had indeed passed, which meant that Ariadne was probably getting close to done with the shopping trip she took Mom on. There was still some time left before the time you two agreed on and you decided to make use of that. Thinking back to your earlier panic, now would be a pretty good time to go and spend time with Dolores and personally invite her to your Mother's Day celebration at home.

Thankfully, she lived within the same neighbourhood as you so you could just walk there, which at times wasn't so advantageous, namely whenever you had to deal with her daughters. God, those twins were beyond the definition of "a handful" in more ways than one. Hopefully they'd still be at the all-girls' college though they might not necessarily, given that Ariadne came home for the weekend but a man can dream, can't he? You shook your head and lightly slapped yourself to snap back into full focus. It was a special day and you weren't about to let even those twins ruin it.

As you thought about these things, time seemed to fly and by the time you focused again on the real world, you were already standing before Dolores' house, more specifically its front yard. Still fearing a twin bbw jumpscare, you took a deep breath and quietly prayed to whoever may listen up there in hopes for the best. Knowing Dolores, she usually kept the fence gate unlocked during daytime if she was at home and as you reached for it, found that indeed it was. The couple of steps that you walked to reach the actual front door felt like the most tense you'd experienced in a long time. Somehow, something deep inside you was keeping you alert as if feeling something bad or dangerous incoming but you couldn't possibly figure it out even if your life depended on it. Such an obnoxious feeling and yet, it had never been entirely wrong whenever you got it.

You politely rang the bell even though Dolores would've been perfectly fine with you just walking in and greeting her as if it were your own house... And to be fair, ever since you were little both Sheila and Dolores had told you countless times that you could always consider their homes a second or third home for you. You couldn't help but blush a little as you recalled that there have been a few times where you've had to take them up on their word. Just then, Dolores opened the door, wondering who could be at her home at such a random time on a seemingly arbitrary day but as soon as she saw you she smiled warmly. Getting you to visit her always cheered her up or at least she'd told you as much herself.

_{[Continuity note: In reality, whenever he's at home with his family or with people like Dolores, Blaise speaks Spanish but it's shown here in English for the sake of conserving character space/redundancy in actually translating everything. Just so you know.]}

"Oh, hello there honey! What a nice surprise" Dolores said, wrapping her arms around you for a hug that slightly pressed you against her bountiful chest and her large, soft belly, a feeling that made you both warm and fuzzy on the inside but also mildly embarrassed although you kept telling yourself that you should've gotten to it by now.

"Hello! Good afternoon Dolores" You replied shyly and then took a couple of seconds to recompose yourself internally and put your thoughts back in a coherent enough order "Uh, I'm here for a few reasons actually" You then managed to say, almost feeling as if each word got more and more difficult to speak out.

"Huh? Really? Well then, come on in and please tell me" She said, letting go of her hug but wrapping an arm around your neck and leading you inside into her home. At the very least and to your relief, there appeared to be no signs of the twins so you could rest easy for the time being.

You didn't fully realize exactly when it was but by the time you tried to concentrate again on the real world, you were sitting right next to Dolores on the couch in her living room with a glass of cold water in hand. It was a bit difficult to get started but you managed to get a grip and told Dolores that you had come to personally invite her to your Mother's Day celebrations that you were preparing with your sister, mentioning that there was still some time before your mom got back home so you had decided to spend said time with her, offering to help her with anything she needed to have done at home, which earned you several kisses and another hug from Dolores, much to your continued embarrassment. After several remarks on how sweet and adorable you were, she did tell you that she had one pending task and that was to do laundry, which she normally didn't mind doing but given that she'd had a long day doing various errands, she could really use the help to take a break and be fresh for the celebration later.

"Of course, not a problem at all" You said. You were no stranger to laundry, both your parents had taught you how to do it both with and without a washing machine because in their words "Everyone should know how to do the basic stuff for themselves, can't depend on a spouse every single time" though in practice as you tended to do cooking and more general housekeeping like cleaning, laundry usually fell more often within the chores Ariadne would pick up. Still, not that it'd be something tough or difficult to do, just something that might need a little more care from a lack of practice.

So, once you finished your water you stood up and went to Dolores' laundry room while she watched TV. Nothing out of the ordinary for her but it was impossible not to blush when you had to pick up the clothes from the hamper to put to wash. The sheer size of her underwear only served as a very blatant reminder of the enormity of her plump curves. Some of these clothes were still slightly warm even. Whilst battling the flustered feeling you got you put the clothes that could go together in a washing load before starting the machine and then patiently waited for the cycles to be done, having followed the instructions from the labels to the best of your ability.

It must've been clothes for the entire week because it did take a couple of loads to get the washing done but thankfully, you found yourself at the last batch before long, which included some massive yoga pants that felt warm and moist with that slightly salty scent that more often than not was a telltale sign of sweat's presence. There were also some pieces of underwear that were in similar condition, some of which looked way more like lingerie than plain underwear. Just as you started to pick up the clothes to put in this last washing load you were overtaken by a bizarre feeling, an unnatural sense of weakness with a mixture of dizziness and weird electric shocks surging rapidly on the inside of your body, travelling across your limbs and seemingly headed towards the brain and the heart. Your vision began going dark and you panicked but what should've been a burst of adrenaline that would've given you impulse to ask for help was seemingly absorbed, devoured by some invisible barrier or some kind of force within, dissipating said energy and rendering you utterly powerless. You managed to feel as if your entire body ran out of power just before the lights went out and you got knocked out. Upon waking up...