You didn't exactly understood what she meant, yet, you started to realize that your mom might have a point when she said there was something off, as the pressure from her chest kept increasing, but you felt no pain, in fact, the increasing pressure meant you got engulfed more and more into her generously sized chest but that was it. You couldn't help but have the feeling that your mom knew something you didn't, but it'd probably be best to ask her about it later.
"Nothing?" Miriam asked before she finally stopped squeezing her chest and fished you out. She looked at all over your body, looking for any bruising, but there was nothing, not a single sign you were hurt. In a way, it was a big relief, but this result also raised some more suspicion in her mind.
"No, nothing at all" You replied feeling a little awkward "I dunno how or why, but that didn't hurt"
"Well, that's good to know" She smiled.
"So... uh, are we getting help?"
"Yeah, of course! But not right now, I mean, she's probably at work..." Miriam said, looking away.
"I'll get to it when we get back home, there's not much we can do about it right now"
You had no idea what she exactly meant, but you guessed she also wanted to have an actual break since it was just her first day of vacation, and given that you were in no immediate danger, you saw no harm in that, so you nodded in agreement.
"I'm sorry I have to go back on my word, but it looks like you'll have to spend the day with mama after all" She chuckled, giving you another kiss and patting your head.
"That's fine" You saw that one coming, and even if she hadn't said anything you planned on sticking close to her anyway. You definitely didn't want to be stepped on, mistaken for a toy or taken by a random animal. Miriam then sat down on her towel and lied on it, putting you right on her belly, in which you easily sank, as it was really squishy. The warmth it gave off felt nice, and so far the sea breeze had kept her from sweating much, so it was mostly dry.
"You know, you were once just that small, and on the other side of that belly" She said with a beaming smile. She loved to reminisce about those days, you remembered. Seeing you this small was probably reawakening her already strong maternal instinct, you suspected.
"I don't think you'll believe me but you're even cuter like this" She giggled.
"Cuter?" You raised an eyebrow, and that answer got her to do the same as well.
"Yeah... what? You didn't know you were cute before?"
"Heh, well... uh... I mean... all moms say their children are cute" You laughed, slightly nervously because you weren't sure how she'd take it, but at the same time you were being sincere. She frowned for a split second and you panicked, the last thing you wanted was to make her angry, and before you knew it you were snatched up in the air and brought right before her face as she turned to the side.
"So you think that was a lie?" She asked in a worryingly stern tone. You couldn't believe how quickly her mood had apparently shifted, and gulped as cold shivers ran down your spine.
"N-No! I just meant that... uh, moms will always see their children as much better looking than to other people" You said, trying to soften the blow. Going by the look of her face, it didn't appear to have worked.
"Well... I know that, a lot of parents are like that" Her expression softened "But you should know better, I tell things as they are" Before you could reply, she brought you again to her plump, plush lips for another kiss that nearly engulfed your whole body.
"Don't sell yourself short, sweetie. You're not bad to look at, at all" She smiled and gently ruffled your hair with her fingertip.
"You really got the best out of your father and I" She said, looking you over "You got his build, but you got my height" she chuckled, knowing that her husband was left forever (mildly at worst) frustrated by the fact he didn't get that one last growth spurt that would've made him taller than her.
"You mostly got his looks... but you got my skin, and even a little bit of my face" She said, inspecting you.
"In the hair department, you got his curls but you got my color" She said as her fingertip played with your hair. You were blushing pretty hard and couldn't really speak. You could sense that she was indeed being 100% honest with what she was saying, which only made you feel more embarrassed, you always thought of yourself as average at best.
"I don't know if you got those weird ideas from Sheila's eldest daughter or from Dolores' niece but you must know they're wrong" She said in a slightly sterner tone, before her mood returned to what it was before all of this, that being, in what you and Ariadne dubbed mommy-mode. However, she then brought you closer to her lips, but didn't kiss you this time.
"If I had known a guy like you when I was your age I wouldn't have let go of him" She whispered with a wink, followed by some hearty laughter at your flustered reaction.
"That's kinda how I ended up with your dad after all" She said, returning to lie on her back and you to your spot on her belly "But my point is that you're pretty cute for real, and I know a few people who could confirm"
'Funny how she mentioned Jordana and Valentina as the reason I said I didn't think I'm cute...' You thought, scratching your head.
'Wait a minute! What?! What does she know? How much does she know?' Your heart skipped a couple of beats, panicking now at this new realization.
"The only other thing I wish you had inherited from your dad is his ability with Math... but it looks like we both suck at it" She laughed. It was true that numbers were your Achilles' heel at school, and it was no secret whom you got that from. In fact, you knew your mom struggled with anything math past basic arithmetic. But you were quick to shake that thought off to return to the previous one, wondering if she really knew things that she wasn't supposed to. As if sensing this, your mom changed the topic (or maybe it was mere coincidence).
"I'd like to play some kind of game with you, honey, but I'm honestly tired and I'd like to relax for a bit... would you mind if we just chill here in the shade?" She said, thinking that you'd quickly get bored out of your mind, even though you cared more about survival than amusement at this moment.
"That's fine, mom" You replied and she smiled at you again. She however made a mental note to review what she ate and how much, since she could clearly see how much you were sinking in her pudgy belly even though you weren't saying anything about it yourself.
"By the way... now that I think about it... we didn't finish applying sunblock on me" She then said, taking you by surprise.
"We didn't?!" You had completely forgotten about it, with these shrinking shenanigans taking obvious precedence in your mind.
"Nope, we didn't" She replied, picking you up as she turned to lie on her stomach "We had just left the very best spot for last"
"Oh no..." You muttered, knowing well what she meant by that wording. She then presented you with the view of her now truly titanic ass, a pair of bronze, round and jiggly mountains. You only now realized that you hadn't fully noticed how big she was in comparison to you until this very last moment. Seeing her skimpy bikini bottoms so easily disappear into her humongous crack sent chills down your spine, the fear of sharing that fate had suddenly materialized.
"It's gonna take a bit longer than usual but I'm in no rush" She said softly, giving her ample hips a slight shake, demonstrating that these enormous meaty mountains might as well have been made of jell-o. Even this up close, there were no signs of cellulite though, but you quickly realized you'd best not comment on it, or it'd further egg her on.
"I also wanna see if you can give me a massage like this" She added "But if it's too much, I understand"
"I-It won't be a problem at all, mom!" You said, almost by reflex. Even with this incredibly strange situation, you had basically hardwired yourself into never letting your mom get sad for any reason if you could help it.
'Eh, it's probably a bit much, but she really does deserve it anyway' You thought.
"Thank you sweetheart!" Your mom then happily set you atop one of her gigantic asscheeks and with her other hand she reached for the sunblock bottle, pouring a fair amount of it near you, then doing the same on her other cheek. With a slightly nervous gulp, you got ready for "work" and knelt down to start rubbing the oily substance onto the vast surface you were on. You couldn't believe the amount of "give" it had, it was incredibly soft even though you should be nearly weightless at your current size. At least, you could still massage her since you could push her flesh really deep in your scale, and even felt some hints of the muscle underneath.
Focusing on your one task, time flew for you as you kept giving it your very best, as embarrassing as it could be. You then considered that, as absurd as it may seem, at least while shrunken like this nobody else would be seeing you massaging your mother's butt, which was a relief, since you didn't want the girls, specially Jen, seeing you like that. Lillian, on the other hand, would probably get some funny ideas of her own that you weren't quite willing to entertain.
Miriam thoroughly enjoyed you rubbing the sunblock on her cheek and massaging it as well. Her own heart fluttered at the sheer dedication you were putting into pleasing her. Her mind flashed back to various conversations she'd had with her friends, and how she bragged about having the best son in the world.
'And I meant it' She smiled. She also silently giggled, as Dolores, Sheila and even Zuleima playfully expressed their envy about it.
You continued to rub sunblock and knead the vast expanse of meaty softness you stood on until all of it was covered. As a result of how slick it got, however, you were forced to lie at its top and wait for her to notice...
"Nothing?" Miriam asked before she finally stopped squeezing her chest and fished you out. She looked at all over your body, looking for any bruising, but there was nothing, not a single sign you were hurt. In a way, it was a big relief, but this result also raised some more suspicion in her mind.
"No, nothing at all" You replied feeling a little awkward "I dunno how or why, but that didn't hurt"
"Well, that's good to know" She smiled.
"So... uh, are we getting help?"
"Yeah, of course! But not right now, I mean, she's probably at work..." Miriam said, looking away.
"I'll get to it when we get back home, there's not much we can do about it right now"
You had no idea what she exactly meant, but you guessed she also wanted to have an actual break since it was just her first day of vacation, and given that you were in no immediate danger, you saw no harm in that, so you nodded in agreement.
"I'm sorry I have to go back on my word, but it looks like you'll have to spend the day with mama after all" She chuckled, giving you another kiss and patting your head.
"That's fine" You saw that one coming, and even if she hadn't said anything you planned on sticking close to her anyway. You definitely didn't want to be stepped on, mistaken for a toy or taken by a random animal. Miriam then sat down on her towel and lied on it, putting you right on her belly, in which you easily sank, as it was really squishy. The warmth it gave off felt nice, and so far the sea breeze had kept her from sweating much, so it was mostly dry.
"You know, you were once just that small, and on the other side of that belly" She said with a beaming smile. She loved to reminisce about those days, you remembered. Seeing you this small was probably reawakening her already strong maternal instinct, you suspected.
"I don't think you'll believe me but you're even cuter like this" She giggled.
"Cuter?" You raised an eyebrow, and that answer got her to do the same as well.
"Yeah... what? You didn't know you were cute before?"
"Heh, well... uh... I mean... all moms say their children are cute" You laughed, slightly nervously because you weren't sure how she'd take it, but at the same time you were being sincere. She frowned for a split second and you panicked, the last thing you wanted was to make her angry, and before you knew it you were snatched up in the air and brought right before her face as she turned to the side.
"So you think that was a lie?" She asked in a worryingly stern tone. You couldn't believe how quickly her mood had apparently shifted, and gulped as cold shivers ran down your spine.
"N-No! I just meant that... uh, moms will always see their children as much better looking than to other people" You said, trying to soften the blow. Going by the look of her face, it didn't appear to have worked.
"Well... I know that, a lot of parents are like that" Her expression softened "But you should know better, I tell things as they are" Before you could reply, she brought you again to her plump, plush lips for another kiss that nearly engulfed your whole body.
"Don't sell yourself short, sweetie. You're not bad to look at, at all" She smiled and gently ruffled your hair with her fingertip.
"You really got the best out of your father and I" She said, looking you over "You got his build, but you got my height" she chuckled, knowing that her husband was left forever (mildly at worst) frustrated by the fact he didn't get that one last growth spurt that would've made him taller than her.
"You mostly got his looks... but you got my skin, and even a little bit of my face" She said, inspecting you.
"In the hair department, you got his curls but you got my color" She said as her fingertip played with your hair. You were blushing pretty hard and couldn't really speak. You could sense that she was indeed being 100% honest with what she was saying, which only made you feel more embarrassed, you always thought of yourself as average at best.
"I don't know if you got those weird ideas from Sheila's eldest daughter or from Dolores' niece but you must know they're wrong" She said in a slightly sterner tone, before her mood returned to what it was before all of this, that being, in what you and Ariadne dubbed mommy-mode. However, she then brought you closer to her lips, but didn't kiss you this time.
"If I had known a guy like you when I was your age I wouldn't have let go of him" She whispered with a wink, followed by some hearty laughter at your flustered reaction.
"That's kinda how I ended up with your dad after all" She said, returning to lie on her back and you to your spot on her belly "But my point is that you're pretty cute for real, and I know a few people who could confirm"
'Funny how she mentioned Jordana and Valentina as the reason I said I didn't think I'm cute...' You thought, scratching your head.
'Wait a minute! What?! What does she know? How much does she know?' Your heart skipped a couple of beats, panicking now at this new realization.
"The only other thing I wish you had inherited from your dad is his ability with Math... but it looks like we both suck at it" She laughed. It was true that numbers were your Achilles' heel at school, and it was no secret whom you got that from. In fact, you knew your mom struggled with anything math past basic arithmetic. But you were quick to shake that thought off to return to the previous one, wondering if she really knew things that she wasn't supposed to. As if sensing this, your mom changed the topic (or maybe it was mere coincidence).
"I'd like to play some kind of game with you, honey, but I'm honestly tired and I'd like to relax for a bit... would you mind if we just chill here in the shade?" She said, thinking that you'd quickly get bored out of your mind, even though you cared more about survival than amusement at this moment.
"That's fine, mom" You replied and she smiled at you again. She however made a mental note to review what she ate and how much, since she could clearly see how much you were sinking in her pudgy belly even though you weren't saying anything about it yourself.
"By the way... now that I think about it... we didn't finish applying sunblock on me" She then said, taking you by surprise.
"We didn't?!" You had completely forgotten about it, with these shrinking shenanigans taking obvious precedence in your mind.
"Nope, we didn't" She replied, picking you up as she turned to lie on her stomach "We had just left the very best spot for last"
"Oh no..." You muttered, knowing well what she meant by that wording. She then presented you with the view of her now truly titanic ass, a pair of bronze, round and jiggly mountains. You only now realized that you hadn't fully noticed how big she was in comparison to you until this very last moment. Seeing her skimpy bikini bottoms so easily disappear into her humongous crack sent chills down your spine, the fear of sharing that fate had suddenly materialized.
"It's gonna take a bit longer than usual but I'm in no rush" She said softly, giving her ample hips a slight shake, demonstrating that these enormous meaty mountains might as well have been made of jell-o. Even this up close, there were no signs of cellulite though, but you quickly realized you'd best not comment on it, or it'd further egg her on.
"I also wanna see if you can give me a massage like this" She added "But if it's too much, I understand"
"I-It won't be a problem at all, mom!" You said, almost by reflex. Even with this incredibly strange situation, you had basically hardwired yourself into never letting your mom get sad for any reason if you could help it.
'Eh, it's probably a bit much, but she really does deserve it anyway' You thought.
"Thank you sweetheart!" Your mom then happily set you atop one of her gigantic asscheeks and with her other hand she reached for the sunblock bottle, pouring a fair amount of it near you, then doing the same on her other cheek. With a slightly nervous gulp, you got ready for "work" and knelt down to start rubbing the oily substance onto the vast surface you were on. You couldn't believe the amount of "give" it had, it was incredibly soft even though you should be nearly weightless at your current size. At least, you could still massage her since you could push her flesh really deep in your scale, and even felt some hints of the muscle underneath.
Focusing on your one task, time flew for you as you kept giving it your very best, as embarrassing as it could be. You then considered that, as absurd as it may seem, at least while shrunken like this nobody else would be seeing you massaging your mother's butt, which was a relief, since you didn't want the girls, specially Jen, seeing you like that. Lillian, on the other hand, would probably get some funny ideas of her own that you weren't quite willing to entertain.
Miriam thoroughly enjoyed you rubbing the sunblock on her cheek and massaging it as well. Her own heart fluttered at the sheer dedication you were putting into pleasing her. Her mind flashed back to various conversations she'd had with her friends, and how she bragged about having the best son in the world.
'And I meant it' She smiled. She also silently giggled, as Dolores, Sheila and even Zuleima playfully expressed their envy about it.
You continued to rub sunblock and knead the vast expanse of meaty softness you stood on until all of it was covered. As a result of how slick it got, however, you were forced to lie at its top and wait for her to notice...
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May 12, 2023
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