Lost on the Jiggling Planet
Giantess/Shrinking & Farts
Chapter 21
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allyboy1351997
Your frantic attempts to catch Snickers’ attention grew more and more panicked with every second that you could plainly see the lack of recognition on her face, which was now hanging above you in the sky like a celestial body, unfathomably far away from your perspective. Her gaze passed right over the top of you and she frowned, clearly unable to see you, before moving her gaze elsewhere along the seemingly endless surface of her mother’s backside.
This was bad, if Snickers hadn’t been able to spot you, and you doubted Bertha would be able to find you back here (or would even be inclined to help you anyway), then there was no way that you’d be able to get help figuring out how you’d be able to get back to normal! The next time Bertha stood up you were going to fall off of her ass and be abandoned in the sand, never to be seen again!
You had no idea how small you had become, but based on the fact that each pore on Bertha’s asscheek was almost large enough for you to fit in, and the dimple of cellulite that you were standing at the top of looked more like a gently sloping crevasse, you guessed you were much smaller than a millimetre in height.
Despite you knowing it was ultimately pointless, you kept jumping and waving, screaming your throat raw in an attempt to grab the attention of Snickers.
Your feeble screams were instantly drowned out as the god like being above you began to speak. Her voice reverberated through the air around you in massive booms, each syllable sounding louder than aeroplane engines.
“I don’t see him mom! Did you see exactly where he landed? Maybe I’m looking on the wrong part of your butt?” Snickers was visibly distressed by your disappearance, her concerned expression more than taking up the entire skyline above you, you actually had to pan your head from left to right to take it all in.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s around here somewhere,” Bertha’s booming voice sounded characteristically unconcerned by your sudden disappearance. You really didn’t like how she was treating this whole situation like a game, but there was nothing you could do about it from your position as a mite on her backside.
“But he’s so small, what if we can’t find him?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll go and check myself over in the bathroom, you look around here for him, ok?” Bertha gave her daughter a sympathetic look. “Don’t worry, even if we can’t find him, he seems like a tough guy, he survived all this didn’t he?”
To emphasise her point, Bertha slapped the side of the cheek you were stranded on, causing ripples to spread across its surface in what could have been classed as a category 9 earthquake from your perspective, an earthquake that lasted almost half a minute, and left you feeling nauseous by the end of it. As the undulations of the ground beneath your feet died down, you were surprised that they hadn’t launched you into the air. You had been sent off of your feet, but nowhere near as high as you expected.
Before you could question how you were still stood on Bertha’s skin and hadn’t been sent flying into the heavens, Bertha’s thundering voice boomed out once again. Just the simple act of her speaking was so loud it drowned out any thoughts in your head and demanded your full attention.
“Once I get up, you can look around here, I’ll go check myself out in the bathroom. Don’t worry, one of us will find him…” Bertha smiled to her daughter, but her thoughts continued her sentence in a way her daughter wouldn’t like to hear. “…and hopefully it’s me. I’d like to have some more fun with little Blaise, and hopefully in private.”
As Bertha looked away from her daughter so Snickers couldn’t see her silently giggled to herself at the thought of you being back there even smaller than before, she began to stand up.
From your perspective it was like the entire world was moving underneath your feet. You were hit by a vast sense of momentum, as well as the ground underneath your feet jiggling like when she slapped her cheek, only twice as bad.
You were certain that you were about to be sent flying once again, but instead you were simply forced to your knees and you held on to the ground as best you could. You hoped by doing this that when gravity inevitably caused you to fall to the ground, you would fall close to Snickers’ search area and she would find you.
You closed your eyes and waited for the inevitable.
You were incredibly confused when the ground began to settle beneath you, but you didn’t feel yourself falling.
Opening your eyes, you were incredibly confused to see Snickers beginning her search for you on the ground, but now she was directly above you? The surface of the beach stretched upwards like an immense sandy wall in front of you.
This perspective was incredibly confusing, but you were distracted as Bertha’s ass began wobbling once again, disorienting you as she began to walk off towards the public bathroom.
Trying to walk on the surface of the immeasurably large ass you were stuck on, you realised that you were able to, with some difficulty due to it’s constant shaking. You hadn’t been adhered to it by her sweat or sunscreen, so how were you still on it’s surface when she was walking?
Confusing as it was, you came to the conclusion that you had become so small, Bertha’s planetary ass had somehow been able to exert gravity on your microscopic form, keeping you on it’s surface!
This was bad, if you couldn’t fall off of her, and Snickers had’t been able to actually find you at your tiny size, how were you going to be able to get off of Bertha?
Bertha strolled leisurely into the bathroom and glanced at the stalls as she entered, smiling when she saw they were unoccupied, she was the only person in here.
She turned to the large mirror hanging on the wall above the sinks and turned her back on it, resting her shelf of an ass on the countertop to get it as close to the mirror as she could.
You contemplated making a run for the surface of the countertop, until you realised just how far away it was from your perspective, it may as well have been miles away.
“I really hope you’re still back there Blaise, I was having fun earlier and I hope that won’t be cut short by you getting smaller. In fact I think it could be even more fun this way,” she grinned at the reflection of her ass in the mirror teasingly.
Scanning the surface of her backside in the mirror, she didn’t immediately see you on it’s vast plane of doughy flesh.
“Hmmm, I don’t see you on the cheeks, could you still be deep inside?” She mused, before a mischievous grin spread across her face again. “If you are, then hopefully this’ll get you out.”
A massive rumble emanated from deep below the surface you were standing on, and then all hell broke loose.
Bertha unleashed a massive, thirty second long fart. The rumbling emission exploded from between her cheeks, and from your position it felt like an apocalyptic event. The vast surface you were standing on shook and wobbled, almost like the ground beneath you had turned liquid, and the stream of gas emerging far off in the distance felt like a super volcanic eruption. The air on the surface of the “planet” you were standing on instantly raised by around ten degrees, and the atmosphere became muggy as the stink of her emission filled the air around you.
You coughed and gagged, driven to your knees by the movement that the fart had spurred on in her cheeks, rippling that continued long after the catastrophic fart had ended.
Bertha had kept her eye out for anything flying out from between her cheeks along with the fart, but frowned when she saw nothing.
“Hmmm, maybe he did fall off my cheeks earlier?” Her expression suddenly turned wistful. “Or maybe he’s too small for me to see or feel?”
She took one last glance over her massive backside, hoping to pick out your form on the expanse of milky white skin.
“I hope you are there, and just too small to see. Having you living back there sounds pretty fun to me, what do you think? Do you want to live your life back there, the size of a mite on my booty?”
At this point you weren’t even sure if you wanted her to find you, although she was your only hope of being found at this rate…
1) Against all odds, Bertha spots a tiny dot on the surface of her vast left buttcheek.
“Ooh you are back there! How do you like living on planet Bertha? I think we’d best just leave you there for now, you’ve not fallen off yet so I think you’ll stick around.”
Bertha walks back to her spot on the beach with you stuck on her rear.
2) Against all odds, Bertha spots a tiny dot on the surface of her vast left buttcheek.
“Ooh you are back there! How do you like living on planet Bertha? I think we might want to put you somewhere safer though.”
Her titanic finger drags across the surface of her skin and scoops you up underneath the nail. Where does she think is a “safer” place for you?
3) Her eyes pass over you without recognition, you are even less noticeable than the few grains of sand stuck to her backside.
“Hmph, well I guess he’s not there. That’s too bad, I was just starting to have fun with him,” Bertha sighed, before exiting the bathroom, unaware that you were still so close to her.
4) Before Bertha can search further for you, one of the cubicles that she hadn’t noticed was occupied opens, revealing someone who knows you and heard the whole of Bertha’s one sided conversation. They emerge to confront Bertha and, assuming they can find you, save you.
5) Before Bertha can search further for you, one of the cubicles that she hadn’t noticed was occupied opens, revealing someone who knows you and heard the whole of Bertha’s one sided conversation. However, it is someone who will likely be less inclined to help you, and if they can pick you out on Bertha’s ass, they would likely make things worse for you.
This was bad, if Snickers hadn’t been able to spot you, and you doubted Bertha would be able to find you back here (or would even be inclined to help you anyway), then there was no way that you’d be able to get help figuring out how you’d be able to get back to normal! The next time Bertha stood up you were going to fall off of her ass and be abandoned in the sand, never to be seen again!
You had no idea how small you had become, but based on the fact that each pore on Bertha’s asscheek was almost large enough for you to fit in, and the dimple of cellulite that you were standing at the top of looked more like a gently sloping crevasse, you guessed you were much smaller than a millimetre in height.
Despite you knowing it was ultimately pointless, you kept jumping and waving, screaming your throat raw in an attempt to grab the attention of Snickers.
Your feeble screams were instantly drowned out as the god like being above you began to speak. Her voice reverberated through the air around you in massive booms, each syllable sounding louder than aeroplane engines.
“I don’t see him mom! Did you see exactly where he landed? Maybe I’m looking on the wrong part of your butt?” Snickers was visibly distressed by your disappearance, her concerned expression more than taking up the entire skyline above you, you actually had to pan your head from left to right to take it all in.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s around here somewhere,” Bertha’s booming voice sounded characteristically unconcerned by your sudden disappearance. You really didn’t like how she was treating this whole situation like a game, but there was nothing you could do about it from your position as a mite on her backside.
“But he’s so small, what if we can’t find him?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll go and check myself over in the bathroom, you look around here for him, ok?” Bertha gave her daughter a sympathetic look. “Don’t worry, even if we can’t find him, he seems like a tough guy, he survived all this didn’t he?”
To emphasise her point, Bertha slapped the side of the cheek you were stranded on, causing ripples to spread across its surface in what could have been classed as a category 9 earthquake from your perspective, an earthquake that lasted almost half a minute, and left you feeling nauseous by the end of it. As the undulations of the ground beneath your feet died down, you were surprised that they hadn’t launched you into the air. You had been sent off of your feet, but nowhere near as high as you expected.
Before you could question how you were still stood on Bertha’s skin and hadn’t been sent flying into the heavens, Bertha’s thundering voice boomed out once again. Just the simple act of her speaking was so loud it drowned out any thoughts in your head and demanded your full attention.
“Once I get up, you can look around here, I’ll go check myself out in the bathroom. Don’t worry, one of us will find him…” Bertha smiled to her daughter, but her thoughts continued her sentence in a way her daughter wouldn’t like to hear. “…and hopefully it’s me. I’d like to have some more fun with little Blaise, and hopefully in private.”
As Bertha looked away from her daughter so Snickers couldn’t see her silently giggled to herself at the thought of you being back there even smaller than before, she began to stand up.
From your perspective it was like the entire world was moving underneath your feet. You were hit by a vast sense of momentum, as well as the ground underneath your feet jiggling like when she slapped her cheek, only twice as bad.
You were certain that you were about to be sent flying once again, but instead you were simply forced to your knees and you held on to the ground as best you could. You hoped by doing this that when gravity inevitably caused you to fall to the ground, you would fall close to Snickers’ search area and she would find you.
You closed your eyes and waited for the inevitable.
You were incredibly confused when the ground began to settle beneath you, but you didn’t feel yourself falling.
Opening your eyes, you were incredibly confused to see Snickers beginning her search for you on the ground, but now she was directly above you? The surface of the beach stretched upwards like an immense sandy wall in front of you.
This perspective was incredibly confusing, but you were distracted as Bertha’s ass began wobbling once again, disorienting you as she began to walk off towards the public bathroom.
Trying to walk on the surface of the immeasurably large ass you were stuck on, you realised that you were able to, with some difficulty due to it’s constant shaking. You hadn’t been adhered to it by her sweat or sunscreen, so how were you still on it’s surface when she was walking?
Confusing as it was, you came to the conclusion that you had become so small, Bertha’s planetary ass had somehow been able to exert gravity on your microscopic form, keeping you on it’s surface!
This was bad, if you couldn’t fall off of her, and Snickers had’t been able to actually find you at your tiny size, how were you going to be able to get off of Bertha?
Bertha strolled leisurely into the bathroom and glanced at the stalls as she entered, smiling when she saw they were unoccupied, she was the only person in here.
She turned to the large mirror hanging on the wall above the sinks and turned her back on it, resting her shelf of an ass on the countertop to get it as close to the mirror as she could.
You contemplated making a run for the surface of the countertop, until you realised just how far away it was from your perspective, it may as well have been miles away.
“I really hope you’re still back there Blaise, I was having fun earlier and I hope that won’t be cut short by you getting smaller. In fact I think it could be even more fun this way,” she grinned at the reflection of her ass in the mirror teasingly.
Scanning the surface of her backside in the mirror, she didn’t immediately see you on it’s vast plane of doughy flesh.
“Hmmm, I don’t see you on the cheeks, could you still be deep inside?” She mused, before a mischievous grin spread across her face again. “If you are, then hopefully this’ll get you out.”
A massive rumble emanated from deep below the surface you were standing on, and then all hell broke loose.
Bertha unleashed a massive, thirty second long fart. The rumbling emission exploded from between her cheeks, and from your position it felt like an apocalyptic event. The vast surface you were standing on shook and wobbled, almost like the ground beneath you had turned liquid, and the stream of gas emerging far off in the distance felt like a super volcanic eruption. The air on the surface of the “planet” you were standing on instantly raised by around ten degrees, and the atmosphere became muggy as the stink of her emission filled the air around you.
You coughed and gagged, driven to your knees by the movement that the fart had spurred on in her cheeks, rippling that continued long after the catastrophic fart had ended.
Bertha had kept her eye out for anything flying out from between her cheeks along with the fart, but frowned when she saw nothing.
“Hmmm, maybe he did fall off my cheeks earlier?” Her expression suddenly turned wistful. “Or maybe he’s too small for me to see or feel?”
She took one last glance over her massive backside, hoping to pick out your form on the expanse of milky white skin.
“I hope you are there, and just too small to see. Having you living back there sounds pretty fun to me, what do you think? Do you want to live your life back there, the size of a mite on my booty?”
At this point you weren’t even sure if you wanted her to find you, although she was your only hope of being found at this rate…
1) Against all odds, Bertha spots a tiny dot on the surface of her vast left buttcheek.
“Ooh you are back there! How do you like living on planet Bertha? I think we’d best just leave you there for now, you’ve not fallen off yet so I think you’ll stick around.”
Bertha walks back to her spot on the beach with you stuck on her rear.
2) Against all odds, Bertha spots a tiny dot on the surface of her vast left buttcheek.
“Ooh you are back there! How do you like living on planet Bertha? I think we might want to put you somewhere safer though.”
Her titanic finger drags across the surface of her skin and scoops you up underneath the nail. Where does she think is a “safer” place for you?
3) Her eyes pass over you without recognition, you are even less noticeable than the few grains of sand stuck to her backside.
“Hmph, well I guess he’s not there. That’s too bad, I was just starting to have fun with him,” Bertha sighed, before exiting the bathroom, unaware that you were still so close to her.
4) Before Bertha can search further for you, one of the cubicles that she hadn’t noticed was occupied opens, revealing someone who knows you and heard the whole of Bertha’s one sided conversation. They emerge to confront Bertha and, assuming they can find you, save you.
5) Before Bertha can search further for you, one of the cubicles that she hadn’t noticed was occupied opens, revealing someone who knows you and heard the whole of Bertha’s one sided conversation. However, it is someone who will likely be less inclined to help you, and if they can pick you out on Bertha’s ass, they would likely make things worse for you.
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May 12, 2023
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