Miriam's stomach kept making increasingly louder gurgles, as if to pressure her into making a decision quickly. She could tell it was going to be a big one, and even felt it was going to be one of her worst ones smell-wise. However, the part of her conscience that urged her to get you out before she released her building pressure got quieter and quieter as her happier memories of earlier times drowned it out.
'They're not as bad... he's never really complained' She thought, looking back even though there was no way you could be seen, buried in the depths of her (rarely publicly admittedly) huge ass. A painful pang from her bloated stomach, which, being pressed against the ground, had nowhere to redirect the raging gaseous inferno within, snapped her out of it and back into reality. She giggled quietly, surprised that she was doing what she was about to do...
Once again, memories came back, this time of her younger days, long before your birth. Hanging out with Sheila, Zuleima and even Dolores on occasion. Zuleima sometimes told them of some strange ideas that Sheila suspected were fantasies, and now that she was recalling it, Miriam realized that this was oddly reminiscent of her scenarios. Being all full-figured women even in their teens, it was no secret that all of them loved using their generous curves for attraction, affection, and in some cases, mostly Zuleima and Sheila, domination. But only the former came up with the idea of extremely small people, smothered by their overbearing softness.
It was for this very reason that Miriam now thought of her to ask for help about your current situation, she'd be the only person on Earth that might have an idea how to deal with it, and hopefully reverse it. Though Miriam couldn't help but catch herself finding that while she wanted to get help and learn as much of your shrinking as possible, she wasn't quite as sure if she wanted to really undo it... something in her was making her feel like maybe this was a thing that needed to be accepted, that maybe you should stay like this...
Miriam's stomach made even more violent sounding groaning noises, like a beast that was desperate to escape its cage, and the pain she felt was as if it wasn't too far from making her explode. She couldn't completely shake off an impending sense of guilt for what she was about to do, even more so since she could very well prevent it from happening, but she wanted it to...
'Sorry sweetie, let's hope it's not so bad' She thought and tried to ease the pressure in her large rear just as a flurry of large bubbles went for a mad dash down her gut until they practically banged at her 'backdoor', fusing into even larger ones. But the moment she minimally began to stop holding it all it, all of the intensely pressurized fermented gases violently erupted into a loud, truly explosive burst, making a very loud roaring noise that startled the birds in a several meter radius. Some people who, thankfully for her, weren't too close, looked around, wondering if that loud noise was some kind of firework, someone trying to rev up a bike or boat, or even a gunshot. This massive fart of hers lasted for roughly half a minute before gradually subsiding until it quieted down to silence.
'Wow, that was huge! I might've been able to beat Sheila's with that' She thought, giggling some more quietly to herself, but then she quickly remembered her tiny son, who was close to the epicenter of her blast. His tiny form felt very warm, as if he had absorbed a portion of her gas' heat. This increased temperature and the contrast it made with her cooler cheeks allowed her to feel you even better than before, so she could tell from the slight twitching in your limbs that you appeared to be fine, though she couldn't tell whether you were awake or asleep.
'Oh my god, really Miriam? You just farted so loud even the birds flew away! Of course he's awake!' She reprimanded herself for believing for even one second that you weren't wide awake.
'...But then again... he could be knocked out... that must've been really loud at his size...' She thought, feeling guiltier by the second.
Being trapped in the depths of her immense booty was no picnic in its own right, but it wasn't exactly the worst thing in the world until you heard the terrifying noises your mom's guts made, and you knew very well what they meant. For all you knew she was asleep, so you weren't even sure you could wake her up, as escaping had proven futile. What little time you had was spent trying to think of a way to escape until you realized, by the increasingly loud groans that your time was up...
What happened next was almost indescribable, for a moment, it felt as if the world paused, time slowing down until nearly stopping, and then, all of sudden, like the Big Bang, there was a seemingly all-encompassing explosion that overtook everything around you, blasting you with untold force, and a deafening rumbling roar that made every single bone in your skeleton rattle like maracas. The hot gas that flowed into a colossal torrent that blew into you felt like it could sear your very flesh, and while its tremendous force alone hit you like a giant, invisible fist, the smell it packed was no slouch either.
You couldn't tell if it was simply because of your size, but this was definitely one of your mom's worst ones, on par with Lillian's or Sheila's 'bad ones' according to themselves, which already raises the bar insanely high. Despite all this, you knew there wasn't much to be done, because if she didn't wake up with such a monstrous noise, it wasn't very likely you'd be able to wake her up, and even if you did... what good would that be? If you told her she had just farted on you and could've killed you you knew for certain that she was just going to get incredibly sad, or might even panic, and even being as young as you were, you had learnt that nobody ever makes good decision while in a blind panic, so, any outcomes from that would be worse for you.
Miriam's fart also drastically increased the already high temperature in her crack, making large amounts of car-sized drops of sweat fall down all of sudden, though thankfully none of them hit you directly. You wondered if that'd be it, and what you could do. Her skin overall sweated some more, and even the fleshy, blubbery walls that engulfed your entire being did, and this smaller amount of sweat behaved less like water and more like a syrup, sticking you to your mom's overabundant booty flesh. Feeling danger, you struggled to break free from your impromptu bindings, which you managed to pull off with some great effort, and the sweat rapidly slid farther down her crack. However, this movement that you gave no further thought to let her know that you were fine and conscious.
'He really is awake, and seems to be fine, other than feeling warmer than he should be' She thought, relieved that there was no damage as far as she knew.
'He should be thrashing around though... I basically dropped an atom bomb right upon him...' She giggled a silent guilty laugh.
'But he's just there... he's staying still...' She thought, feeling a little confused 'I thought he'd be begging for me to take him out of there' She recalled the numerous times Ariadne, Sheila, Lillian and Jordana all subjected you to similar treatment, and those times you greatly protested it.
'Maybe Ariadne's right and he's okay with it after all' She thought, and just then her own smell had finally wafted its way to her, her nose wrinkled a little and even felt a little overwhelmed by the sudden warmth all around her face. She was quick to fan it away with a hand though.
'Ah, geez... that was bad, even for me' She even gagged a little 'It has to be much worse back there, how is he fine with this?'
"Well... maybe I was right too..." She muttered with a smug smile "Maybe I really do have the best son in the world". Soon, her stomach began to protest again, demanding more release, as she was far from done. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
'Please sweetie, if it's too much for you just move! Just do something and I'll take you right out' She thought, knowing there was probably no way for you to hear her with so much of her jiggly meat surrounding you, yet she hoped that her thoughts reached you in some way. Once more, she felt a guilty pleasure, and just like the first time, she only eased the building pressure in her gut a little and it came out with tremendous explosive power, lasting 'only' about 15 seconds but the blast felt much bigger and powerful. You, however, were still pinned in place, as her vast cheeks' completely molded to your form while exerting a great pressure from their own weight, though this also made you rumble along with her jiggling flesh.
"Who the hell is setting off fireworks on daytime at the fuckin' beach?! It's not even the 4th of July yet you idiot!" An angry old man could be faintly heard yelling in the distance. Miriam couldn't help but chuckle more heartily at that. She remembered how Sheila, and even sometimes Dolores, boasted that they could make entire rooms shake, and more than once they scared people in other rooms who thought something had just blown up.
Feeling your tiny form vibrate while inside the deep, sensitive recesses of her crack gave her an unexpected wave of pleasurable feelings, and she tried maximizing these by wiggling her hips, making you bounce a little in between the tight confines between her enormous cheeks. Like before, you twitched just to prevent your limbs from going numb, but this also inadvertently let her know that you were relatively okay.
'Wow... two huge ones in a row, and he's fine?' Her eyes widened briefly 'Blaise, baby... you shouldn't spoil your mama so much' She chuckled, lightly clenching her butt as her way of giving you a hug right before she let out a third, equally massive booty blast right there and then. This one she didn't even consciously let out, the pressure was too much and it forcefully slipped out of her.
'They're not as bad... he's never really complained' She thought, looking back even though there was no way you could be seen, buried in the depths of her (rarely publicly admittedly) huge ass. A painful pang from her bloated stomach, which, being pressed against the ground, had nowhere to redirect the raging gaseous inferno within, snapped her out of it and back into reality. She giggled quietly, surprised that she was doing what she was about to do...
Once again, memories came back, this time of her younger days, long before your birth. Hanging out with Sheila, Zuleima and even Dolores on occasion. Zuleima sometimes told them of some strange ideas that Sheila suspected were fantasies, and now that she was recalling it, Miriam realized that this was oddly reminiscent of her scenarios. Being all full-figured women even in their teens, it was no secret that all of them loved using their generous curves for attraction, affection, and in some cases, mostly Zuleima and Sheila, domination. But only the former came up with the idea of extremely small people, smothered by their overbearing softness.
It was for this very reason that Miriam now thought of her to ask for help about your current situation, she'd be the only person on Earth that might have an idea how to deal with it, and hopefully reverse it. Though Miriam couldn't help but catch herself finding that while she wanted to get help and learn as much of your shrinking as possible, she wasn't quite as sure if she wanted to really undo it... something in her was making her feel like maybe this was a thing that needed to be accepted, that maybe you should stay like this...
Miriam's stomach made even more violent sounding groaning noises, like a beast that was desperate to escape its cage, and the pain she felt was as if it wasn't too far from making her explode. She couldn't completely shake off an impending sense of guilt for what she was about to do, even more so since she could very well prevent it from happening, but she wanted it to...
'Sorry sweetie, let's hope it's not so bad' She thought and tried to ease the pressure in her large rear just as a flurry of large bubbles went for a mad dash down her gut until they practically banged at her 'backdoor', fusing into even larger ones. But the moment she minimally began to stop holding it all it, all of the intensely pressurized fermented gases violently erupted into a loud, truly explosive burst, making a very loud roaring noise that startled the birds in a several meter radius. Some people who, thankfully for her, weren't too close, looked around, wondering if that loud noise was some kind of firework, someone trying to rev up a bike or boat, or even a gunshot. This massive fart of hers lasted for roughly half a minute before gradually subsiding until it quieted down to silence.
'Wow, that was huge! I might've been able to beat Sheila's with that' She thought, giggling some more quietly to herself, but then she quickly remembered her tiny son, who was close to the epicenter of her blast. His tiny form felt very warm, as if he had absorbed a portion of her gas' heat. This increased temperature and the contrast it made with her cooler cheeks allowed her to feel you even better than before, so she could tell from the slight twitching in your limbs that you appeared to be fine, though she couldn't tell whether you were awake or asleep.
'Oh my god, really Miriam? You just farted so loud even the birds flew away! Of course he's awake!' She reprimanded herself for believing for even one second that you weren't wide awake.
'...But then again... he could be knocked out... that must've been really loud at his size...' She thought, feeling guiltier by the second.
Being trapped in the depths of her immense booty was no picnic in its own right, but it wasn't exactly the worst thing in the world until you heard the terrifying noises your mom's guts made, and you knew very well what they meant. For all you knew she was asleep, so you weren't even sure you could wake her up, as escaping had proven futile. What little time you had was spent trying to think of a way to escape until you realized, by the increasingly loud groans that your time was up...
What happened next was almost indescribable, for a moment, it felt as if the world paused, time slowing down until nearly stopping, and then, all of sudden, like the Big Bang, there was a seemingly all-encompassing explosion that overtook everything around you, blasting you with untold force, and a deafening rumbling roar that made every single bone in your skeleton rattle like maracas. The hot gas that flowed into a colossal torrent that blew into you felt like it could sear your very flesh, and while its tremendous force alone hit you like a giant, invisible fist, the smell it packed was no slouch either.
You couldn't tell if it was simply because of your size, but this was definitely one of your mom's worst ones, on par with Lillian's or Sheila's 'bad ones' according to themselves, which already raises the bar insanely high. Despite all this, you knew there wasn't much to be done, because if she didn't wake up with such a monstrous noise, it wasn't very likely you'd be able to wake her up, and even if you did... what good would that be? If you told her she had just farted on you and could've killed you you knew for certain that she was just going to get incredibly sad, or might even panic, and even being as young as you were, you had learnt that nobody ever makes good decision while in a blind panic, so, any outcomes from that would be worse for you.
Miriam's fart also drastically increased the already high temperature in her crack, making large amounts of car-sized drops of sweat fall down all of sudden, though thankfully none of them hit you directly. You wondered if that'd be it, and what you could do. Her skin overall sweated some more, and even the fleshy, blubbery walls that engulfed your entire being did, and this smaller amount of sweat behaved less like water and more like a syrup, sticking you to your mom's overabundant booty flesh. Feeling danger, you struggled to break free from your impromptu bindings, which you managed to pull off with some great effort, and the sweat rapidly slid farther down her crack. However, this movement that you gave no further thought to let her know that you were fine and conscious.
'He really is awake, and seems to be fine, other than feeling warmer than he should be' She thought, relieved that there was no damage as far as she knew.
'He should be thrashing around though... I basically dropped an atom bomb right upon him...' She giggled a silent guilty laugh.
'But he's just there... he's staying still...' She thought, feeling a little confused 'I thought he'd be begging for me to take him out of there' She recalled the numerous times Ariadne, Sheila, Lillian and Jordana all subjected you to similar treatment, and those times you greatly protested it.
'Maybe Ariadne's right and he's okay with it after all' She thought, and just then her own smell had finally wafted its way to her, her nose wrinkled a little and even felt a little overwhelmed by the sudden warmth all around her face. She was quick to fan it away with a hand though.
'Ah, geez... that was bad, even for me' She even gagged a little 'It has to be much worse back there, how is he fine with this?'
"Well... maybe I was right too..." She muttered with a smug smile "Maybe I really do have the best son in the world". Soon, her stomach began to protest again, demanding more release, as she was far from done. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
'Please sweetie, if it's too much for you just move! Just do something and I'll take you right out' She thought, knowing there was probably no way for you to hear her with so much of her jiggly meat surrounding you, yet she hoped that her thoughts reached you in some way. Once more, she felt a guilty pleasure, and just like the first time, she only eased the building pressure in her gut a little and it came out with tremendous explosive power, lasting 'only' about 15 seconds but the blast felt much bigger and powerful. You, however, were still pinned in place, as her vast cheeks' completely molded to your form while exerting a great pressure from their own weight, though this also made you rumble along with her jiggling flesh.
"Who the hell is setting off fireworks on daytime at the fuckin' beach?! It's not even the 4th of July yet you idiot!" An angry old man could be faintly heard yelling in the distance. Miriam couldn't help but chuckle more heartily at that. She remembered how Sheila, and even sometimes Dolores, boasted that they could make entire rooms shake, and more than once they scared people in other rooms who thought something had just blown up.
Feeling your tiny form vibrate while inside the deep, sensitive recesses of her crack gave her an unexpected wave of pleasurable feelings, and she tried maximizing these by wiggling her hips, making you bounce a little in between the tight confines between her enormous cheeks. Like before, you twitched just to prevent your limbs from going numb, but this also inadvertently let her know that you were relatively okay.
'Wow... two huge ones in a row, and he's fine?' Her eyes widened briefly 'Blaise, baby... you shouldn't spoil your mama so much' She chuckled, lightly clenching her butt as her way of giving you a hug right before she let out a third, equally massive booty blast right there and then. This one she didn't even consciously let out, the pressure was too much and it forcefully slipped out of her.
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