You gulped. These situations were always unavoidable and inescapable as far as you could remember. Ariadne loved to see you in them though, and even found ways to egg Miriam on.
You knew that technically the answer was yes, but at the same time, it didn't necessarily mean it in a bad way... If no sugarcoating were to be applied, yes, you'd say that your mom had a pretty fat butt simply because of its sheer size and the knowledge that most of that size doesn't come from muscle mass... yet, at the same time, you knew the kind of reactions that might cause, so you couldn't ever dare to tell it to her like it is.
And further complicating things was that she didn't even look bad even if you acknowledged that her butt was indeed fat. You had to act fast too, or she'd realize you're giving this more thought than a sincere answer would warrant.
"I-It doesn't" You said, which on the inside was quite the struggle, keeping your own composure got difficult as your nervousness rapidly increased.
"Hmm... Are you sure?" She asked, taking a couple of steps back, bringing her enormous jiggling derriere closer and closer. You couldn't help but gulp and break into a cold sweat, each of her cheeks was easily bigger than your head. You pitied her poor bikini bottoms, their fate, to be mercilessly swallowed between those monstrous meaty globes was a punishment almost nobody deserved.
"I mean, I know it's not precisely small..." Miriam chuckled as she casually caressed her butt, even her hands' slightest movements caused noticeable ripples that traveled across her cheeks' vast, round surface.
"But I can't really look well in there and I worry about having too much cellulite" She said "I don't want to look too ridiculous, you know?"
Before you could even respond to that, she was standing right before you, with her big butt very close to your face, and they way it jiggled and rippled was oddly ominous in a way you weren't even sure how to describe. And despite that, this kind of thing was also sadly far from unusual to you.
"So... how does it look from there?" Miriam asked, half worriedly and somehow half jokingly. You suspected she had to be aware how embarrassing these things were to you, but other things led you to believe she didn't really know herself.
"There's not cellulite... at all..." You replied, and indeed it was a sincere answer, your hesitation came not from lying, but from not wanting to egg her on too much.
"Awww! That's so sweet of you" Miriam giggled, lightly patting her butt "Alright, alright, I'll take your word for it!" She smiled.
"Oops!" She said as her bikini top, which she apparently didn't fasten correctly, slipped off her and fell to the floor. Without thinking, she bent over to pick it up, which made her big ass ram into you, catching your face right into her crack.
Instinctively, your first impulse was to try and push her away from yourself, but as you were aware that this was your mom, you quickly stopped yourself and stayed still. As annoying as these accidents were, you could never bring yourself to do something that could potentially offend her or make her feel sad, thus, she was the only person who you could say you were at her complete mercy at times, as there was nothing to be done when she wanted to sit on your lap or even when she either intentionally or accidentally sat on or bumped you with her butt.
Miriam wasn't really bothered when she felt your face get wedged into her crack, she simply resumed what she was doing, which was to nonchalantly pick up her bikini top before she straightened up. She giggled and looked at you from over her shoulder, though it'd be anyone's guess whether she noticed your intense blush or not.
"Well? Are you sure there's not even a little bit of cellulite somewhere?" She asked with a playful smile.
Still with a stunned look, you only responded by slowly shaking your head. Happy enough with that answer, she caressed your hair as she nonchalantly plopped down right on your lap, her sudden weight felt like taking a heavyweight boxing punch, knocking some air out of your lungs, but you made an effort not to make any groans or any sounds that showed discomfort. Soon, those feelings of discomfort were vastly overshadowed by a tingling feeling that gradually radiated all over and across your legs, as all you could feel was your mom's exceedingly soft flesh and quite a bit of heft resting on your lap.
While sitting down, she asked you to help her fasten her bikini top correctly and like before, you simply nodded and obeyed, you felt like you were in no mental state to speak coherently, so all you could do was to wait and hope to either recover over time or that she got up and you'd get a chance to recover.
"I know I haven't tried the others yet, but I want your honest opinion..." Miriam said, breaking the awkward silence that you had been in until now.
"Do you think this one's good enough for today?"
"Y-Yeah, it's alright" You hesitantly said, struggling to even formulate the words.
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2) "Well then, in that case, we're all settled!" She said before standing up, much to your relief.
After that, you stood up (with some trouble, your legs felt all shaky) and quickly went to your room to grab your stuff, then you and your mom walked out of the house and went to Lillian's, where you'd meet both girls and would then go to the beach. You still felt a bit awkward about all of this, as you couldn't help but shake off the feeling that you now had a chaperone, but on the other hand, your mom was a woman of her word, and if she said she wouldn't interfere, then you could reasonably believe so... But still, you quietly prayed that her presence didn't murder the atmosphere you'd otherwise have with your friends.
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Just then, you heard a low growling noise and your body hairs stood on end, for you knew what they meant and where they were coming from... Miriam's stomach. Mere seconds after, a loud, bassy rumbling fart erupted from between her giant cheeks and you felt its rather strong vibrations on your legs, down to the bone. Once more, quite a common occurrence, but no less shocking because of it.
"Whoops!" Miriam giggled "Well, you know that's what usually happens when I sit on you" She said, and all you could do was to try and laugh it off along with her. The smell soon hit you and it was worse than usual, which meant she must've eaten stuff loaded with beans again, or maybe pork rinds, if not both. You didn't even know how you maintained a straight face, however, you couldn't for too long, as soon you felt something completely inexplicable, a feeling that was almost otherworldly, quickly overtaking you, overwhelming you.
Even though your mom's gaseous burst had warmed up your lap, you soon began feeling cold, plus, you started feeling as if your entire being was getting crumpled like a ball of paper before being throw into the trashcan. Your strength was quickly sapped and you couldn't even call out to your mom for help, your voice was shut down somehow. Then you felt dizzy, the world around you spun like mad and you could swear it looked like it grew while it spun faster and faster...
3) An unknown amount of time later, you woke up in complete darkness and found that you were unable to move, though not because you were paralyzed. You were completely engulfed by a warm and exceedingly soft and squishy mass, it was a solid, but almost felt like a liquid.
Then, you felt some massive vibrations, followed by an echoing bellowing roar as well as what seemed to be a gigantic explosion that went off right above you. Warm hurricane winds pushed you down into a soft material below, though this one felt more like some kind of fabric and not as squishy as the mass that engulfed your body from above. The most confusing thing was that it felt like you were in the bottom of the ocean, but you weren't surrounded by water and could clearly breathe, though after that colossal explosion detonated, your warm and now murky atmosphere reeked... in fact, it was a familiar reek...
'What the hell? This all smells like mom's farts! How?' You thought, coughing as your lungs rejected this tainted air. As if on cue, there was another explosion, this one louder and longer than the first, warmer and stronger winds pushed you down into the fabric under you and made your ears ring. But despite that, you heard some muffled giggling.
"Oh my goodness, I can't believe it actually worked!" You heard a feminine voice say, and despite the heavy muffling, it was unmistakable, it was your mom's! But... how? why? where were you, even?
4) "H-Huh?" Miriam gasped in surprise as she felt you suddenly disappear right underneath her, landing on the now vacant chair with a heavy 'thud!'
"W-What happened just now? Blaise?" She said, clearly shocked by an occurrence that she couldn't properly explain herself.
"Baby?" She looked around, but there were no signs of you at all. She was all the more confused, you'd never run away on her, not even when she had really bad gas and intentionally or unintentionally unleashed it on you, or near you.
"C-Come on, sweetie! It wasn't even that bad, was it?" She said.
"How did he even do it though?" She muttered, unable to explain how you vanished into thin air with her sitting on your lap. Failing to notice that a very small, humanoid form was still under her, engulfed by the bulbous mass of her humongous asscheeks... So, does she notice at all? Or does Miriam assume you left?
You knew that technically the answer was yes, but at the same time, it didn't necessarily mean it in a bad way... If no sugarcoating were to be applied, yes, you'd say that your mom had a pretty fat butt simply because of its sheer size and the knowledge that most of that size doesn't come from muscle mass... yet, at the same time, you knew the kind of reactions that might cause, so you couldn't ever dare to tell it to her like it is.
And further complicating things was that she didn't even look bad even if you acknowledged that her butt was indeed fat. You had to act fast too, or she'd realize you're giving this more thought than a sincere answer would warrant.
"I-It doesn't" You said, which on the inside was quite the struggle, keeping your own composure got difficult as your nervousness rapidly increased.
"Hmm... Are you sure?" She asked, taking a couple of steps back, bringing her enormous jiggling derriere closer and closer. You couldn't help but gulp and break into a cold sweat, each of her cheeks was easily bigger than your head. You pitied her poor bikini bottoms, their fate, to be mercilessly swallowed between those monstrous meaty globes was a punishment almost nobody deserved.
"I mean, I know it's not precisely small..." Miriam chuckled as she casually caressed her butt, even her hands' slightest movements caused noticeable ripples that traveled across her cheeks' vast, round surface.
"But I can't really look well in there and I worry about having too much cellulite" She said "I don't want to look too ridiculous, you know?"
Before you could even respond to that, she was standing right before you, with her big butt very close to your face, and they way it jiggled and rippled was oddly ominous in a way you weren't even sure how to describe. And despite that, this kind of thing was also sadly far from unusual to you.
"So... how does it look from there?" Miriam asked, half worriedly and somehow half jokingly. You suspected she had to be aware how embarrassing these things were to you, but other things led you to believe she didn't really know herself.
"There's not cellulite... at all..." You replied, and indeed it was a sincere answer, your hesitation came not from lying, but from not wanting to egg her on too much.
"Awww! That's so sweet of you" Miriam giggled, lightly patting her butt "Alright, alright, I'll take your word for it!" She smiled.
"Oops!" She said as her bikini top, which she apparently didn't fasten correctly, slipped off her and fell to the floor. Without thinking, she bent over to pick it up, which made her big ass ram into you, catching your face right into her crack.
Instinctively, your first impulse was to try and push her away from yourself, but as you were aware that this was your mom, you quickly stopped yourself and stayed still. As annoying as these accidents were, you could never bring yourself to do something that could potentially offend her or make her feel sad, thus, she was the only person who you could say you were at her complete mercy at times, as there was nothing to be done when she wanted to sit on your lap or even when she either intentionally or accidentally sat on or bumped you with her butt.
Miriam wasn't really bothered when she felt your face get wedged into her crack, she simply resumed what she was doing, which was to nonchalantly pick up her bikini top before she straightened up. She giggled and looked at you from over her shoulder, though it'd be anyone's guess whether she noticed your intense blush or not.
"Well? Are you sure there's not even a little bit of cellulite somewhere?" She asked with a playful smile.
Still with a stunned look, you only responded by slowly shaking your head. Happy enough with that answer, she caressed your hair as she nonchalantly plopped down right on your lap, her sudden weight felt like taking a heavyweight boxing punch, knocking some air out of your lungs, but you made an effort not to make any groans or any sounds that showed discomfort. Soon, those feelings of discomfort were vastly overshadowed by a tingling feeling that gradually radiated all over and across your legs, as all you could feel was your mom's exceedingly soft flesh and quite a bit of heft resting on your lap.
While sitting down, she asked you to help her fasten her bikini top correctly and like before, you simply nodded and obeyed, you felt like you were in no mental state to speak coherently, so all you could do was to wait and hope to either recover over time or that she got up and you'd get a chance to recover.
"I know I haven't tried the others yet, but I want your honest opinion..." Miriam said, breaking the awkward silence that you had been in until now.
"Do you think this one's good enough for today?"
"Y-Yeah, it's alright" You hesitantly said, struggling to even formulate the words.
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2) "Well then, in that case, we're all settled!" She said before standing up, much to your relief.
After that, you stood up (with some trouble, your legs felt all shaky) and quickly went to your room to grab your stuff, then you and your mom walked out of the house and went to Lillian's, where you'd meet both girls and would then go to the beach. You still felt a bit awkward about all of this, as you couldn't help but shake off the feeling that you now had a chaperone, but on the other hand, your mom was a woman of her word, and if she said she wouldn't interfere, then you could reasonably believe so... But still, you quietly prayed that her presence didn't murder the atmosphere you'd otherwise have with your friends.
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Just then, you heard a low growling noise and your body hairs stood on end, for you knew what they meant and where they were coming from... Miriam's stomach. Mere seconds after, a loud, bassy rumbling fart erupted from between her giant cheeks and you felt its rather strong vibrations on your legs, down to the bone. Once more, quite a common occurrence, but no less shocking because of it.
"Whoops!" Miriam giggled "Well, you know that's what usually happens when I sit on you" She said, and all you could do was to try and laugh it off along with her. The smell soon hit you and it was worse than usual, which meant she must've eaten stuff loaded with beans again, or maybe pork rinds, if not both. You didn't even know how you maintained a straight face, however, you couldn't for too long, as soon you felt something completely inexplicable, a feeling that was almost otherworldly, quickly overtaking you, overwhelming you.
Even though your mom's gaseous burst had warmed up your lap, you soon began feeling cold, plus, you started feeling as if your entire being was getting crumpled like a ball of paper before being throw into the trashcan. Your strength was quickly sapped and you couldn't even call out to your mom for help, your voice was shut down somehow. Then you felt dizzy, the world around you spun like mad and you could swear it looked like it grew while it spun faster and faster...
3) An unknown amount of time later, you woke up in complete darkness and found that you were unable to move, though not because you were paralyzed. You were completely engulfed by a warm and exceedingly soft and squishy mass, it was a solid, but almost felt like a liquid.
Then, you felt some massive vibrations, followed by an echoing bellowing roar as well as what seemed to be a gigantic explosion that went off right above you. Warm hurricane winds pushed you down into a soft material below, though this one felt more like some kind of fabric and not as squishy as the mass that engulfed your body from above. The most confusing thing was that it felt like you were in the bottom of the ocean, but you weren't surrounded by water and could clearly breathe, though after that colossal explosion detonated, your warm and now murky atmosphere reeked... in fact, it was a familiar reek...
'What the hell? This all smells like mom's farts! How?' You thought, coughing as your lungs rejected this tainted air. As if on cue, there was another explosion, this one louder and longer than the first, warmer and stronger winds pushed you down into the fabric under you and made your ears ring. But despite that, you heard some muffled giggling.
"Oh my goodness, I can't believe it actually worked!" You heard a feminine voice say, and despite the heavy muffling, it was unmistakable, it was your mom's! But... how? why? where were you, even?
4) "H-Huh?" Miriam gasped in surprise as she felt you suddenly disappear right underneath her, landing on the now vacant chair with a heavy 'thud!'
"W-What happened just now? Blaise?" She said, clearly shocked by an occurrence that she couldn't properly explain herself.
"Baby?" She looked around, but there were no signs of you at all. She was all the more confused, you'd never run away on her, not even when she had really bad gas and intentionally or unintentionally unleashed it on you, or near you.
"C-Come on, sweetie! It wasn't even that bad, was it?" She said.
"How did he even do it though?" She muttered, unable to explain how you vanished into thin air with her sitting on your lap. Failing to notice that a very small, humanoid form was still under her, engulfed by the bulbous mass of her humongous asscheeks... So, does she notice at all? Or does Miriam assume you left?
[Chapter choice notes: For choices 3 and 4, my personal preferred shrunken size is half an inch or 1cm tall, but you can use any sizes ranging from 1 inch to 1/10th of an inch, or from roughly 2cm to 1mm]
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May 12, 2023
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