Your eyes widened in shock, the pressure was definitely easing. Dolores' gigantic cheek was rising into the air and off you. Could she have felt you? You were already very small, compared to her monstrous booty, and you had suspected that your mom's was already big enough not to be able to feel you, though what Dolores said earlier cast doubt on that belief. However, now that the pressure was relenting, you realized that being crushed by such an enormous weight was not without consequence, nothing felt broken, fortunately, but your entire body felt sore like never before, which dashed your hopes of making a quick escape before Dolores changed her mind and sat back down.
At least your neck wasn't hurt, and when you looked up you still saw the vast caramel-colored expanse jiggling above. To you, the distance was several feet, but even you could tell that it was actually very little, she barely raised her butt off the towel and stopped. You wondered if she was struggling to get up, though that didn't add up.
Both she and Sheila proved to be quite stronger and more agile than their size would suggest, and while you knew that Sheila was the top dancer of her homeland, an activity that was basically a sport, at least going by the sheer amount of physical proficiency that it demands, it wasn't quite as clear why or how Dolores got hers. But you'd seen that she could move surprisingly fast and break up fights with ease. It seemed that she might be one of the few people that could actually overpower the likes of Toxic Lily if she meant it.
You got snapped out of your thoughts when you heard again that deep, scary rumbling, a noise that was borderline incomprehensible, like some muffled growl, but you could feel the ground under you shake from its sheer vibrations. You couldn't even begin to imagine what it could possibly be, but in the end, you wouldn't be allowed to dwell on it for long enough... You heard a deafening explosion that was somehow muffled, yet it was so loud that its shockwave traveled on the ground and it rushed through your laying body. The ground shook like there was a massive earthquake, and it was difficult not to fall into that delusion, reminding yourself that you were very small and that the earthquake was probably something else.
And just like before, you weren't allowed to ponder on it for very long before the answer came to you, and in a pretty harsh way, as you felt that your surroundings became engulfed in what felt like a thick cloud that immediately warmed up you and your surroundings to uncomfortable levels, and as soon as you took a breath you truly understood what had just happened, this unknown miasma felt toxic, it was almost pure methane, overloaded with the strongest rotten bean scent you'd ever smelled in your life. Somehow this managed to outdo your mom's farts from before, though not by such a long shot.
"Geez, any louder and you could get arrested for terrorism" Miriam laughed as she fanned the offending gas away from her own face, even though Dolores had the decency to 'fire' in the opposite direction, the massive gas cloud she released engulfed their entire location.
"Look who's talking" Dolores chuckled just as she settled her hips back to how they were before.
"I do feel bad for your kid though, he's actually innocent in all this" She said.
"He'll be fine. I've had worse" Miriam chuckled, feeling a little proud.
"At least he wasn't anywhere near the point blank" She added, but then she paused, as her friend's mention of you jogged her memory.
"By the way, how is he holding up on your belly?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Dolores raised an eyebrow.
"You put him on your belly! How could you forget?" Miriam said, and looked at it but she found no signs of you.
"I put him back on your butt before I sat down though..." Dolores replied and looked at her friend's behind, no signs of you, and even though you were small the two of them were sure they could see you since they knew what to look for.
"You what?!" Miriam's eyes then widened in shock. She slid to the side pretty carelessly to make room for Dolores, she had no idea you were back on her and she already could conclude that if you were on her, you probably got flung off her then. She frantically looked around, hoping to find you to no avail.
Seeing her reaction, it didn't take long for Dolores to figure what just had happened and also panicked. She outwardly kept her cool and tried to remain more rational. She took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down.
'He couldn't have gone far... he should be nearby, and it's not like anyone, or even an animal has come close to where we are' She thought, looking down and thoroughly scanning the (scarce) unoccupied space on the towel below.
Neither women bothered to entertain the thought that you might be underneath their massive bodies, as the two were confident that they'd feel you then. At least Miriam had reason to believe this after she'd had you nestled in her crack, and a part of her wanted you back there so she could keep giving you her own brand of affection. Plus, the fact that she could keep you completely hidden from the outside world by virtue of her plump behind made her feel proud.
"Where could have he gone?" Dolores asked a couple of minutes later, seeing that Miriam was getting desperate and neither could find any signs of you on the towel.
"I don't think he'd leave" Miriam huffed. She then tried to imagine what happened, and attempted to retrace your steps in her mind. She was laying on the middle of her towel when Dolores placed you on her butt without Miriam herself noticing. Then she slid to the right to make room for her. You obviously weren't on the sand at Miriam's right, so the only other possible outcome was that you tumbled down to her left, and when she looked, she realized that there was basically no space between her friend's humongous hip and her own.
'Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth' She remembered the words of Sherlock Holmes, one of her favorite book characters. Her eyes widened, as she could only come to one, improbably but by the look of it very possible conclusion, and it was one she wasn't even sure she was ready for, but she needed to be sure.
"Lola..." She said in a more serious tone "I... I don't really know how to tell this... and I don't want to believe it myself..."
"What is it?"
"I think my son is dead" Miriam blurted out, her voice already breaking up since she couldn't handle the thought. Dolores gasped in response and gave her a mortified look.
"What makes you think that?" She asked sincerely, also sounding nervous since the sole notion shook her to her core.
"When I made room for you, I think he fell off my back... right where you sat down" Miriam said grimly. Both women felt suddenly cold, as if the warm, sunny summer day they were having shifted to a cold winter one.
"Oh no..." It was all Dolores managed to say while retaining a shred of composure, the feeling of guilt quickly became overwhelming. She never imagined that her prodigious size and curves, the source of many comical occurrences, would bring harm to someone, let alone someone she deeply cared about.
"Could... could you look for me? I... I think I may die if I see the bloodstain..." Miriam weakly asked, looking away before closing her eyes. Dolores solemnly took a deep breath and quietly agreed, then she slowly stood up and looked down at where she had been sitting on. Her massive booty had already left a deep, large imprint on the towel and the sand beneath, a thing she was usually proud of, but not today. However, she couldn't find anything besides the towel itself, no gory remains, no blood.
"Is he...?" Miriam hesitantly asked, still refusing to look.
"Actually, I dunno... there's nothing" Dolores said, feeling confused but also relieved, she wouldn't be able to ever sleep again if she knew she had inadvertently extinguished your life.
"Huh?" Miriam looked at the giant heart shaped 'crater' of sorts on the middle of the towel "He's not there?" She mumbled in disbelief. But if you weren't there, where else could you be? Nothing added up, and she was sure that you had to have landed there... but on the other hand, if there was any remote chance that you were indeed not crushed, she'd be deeply relieved.
Meanwhile, you didn't really know what was going on anymore, as Dolores' thunderous fart had left your ears ringing, and her over-abundant flesh ensured that you heard very little of the outside world. You couldn't even make individual words out anymore, at least not until your head felt like it stopped spinning. Bu then, the most surprising thing happened, Dolores' extra-large rear began rising into the air, but you felt yourself getting lifted from the ground, and in mere seconds you realized that you'd been pressed so hard into her flesh that you were sort of embedded into it. Like when someone steps on something small and hard like a lego, but you wondered how Dolores still hadn't felt you yet.
'Well, with an ass that huge, maybe she really doesn't feel something as small as I am' You thought. Your limbs were still immobile so all you could do is lay helpless and hope that they find you before something worse happens. You definitely didn't want to end up as Dolores' impromptu tattoo, or living butt lint, though a pit in your stomach gave you a bad feeling about that, specially the latter for some reason. At least the beach's fresh breeze easily got rid of the lingering stench from Dolores' booty blast, and relieved your body a little from her overbearing warmth.
Both Dolores and Miriam were utterly confused, trying to make sense of what happened minutes before. They were still looking for you but had had no luck finding you yet. Dolores felt a bit more optimistic and hoped that you were fine, and wished that you could eventually laugh at this in the future...
At least your neck wasn't hurt, and when you looked up you still saw the vast caramel-colored expanse jiggling above. To you, the distance was several feet, but even you could tell that it was actually very little, she barely raised her butt off the towel and stopped. You wondered if she was struggling to get up, though that didn't add up.
Both she and Sheila proved to be quite stronger and more agile than their size would suggest, and while you knew that Sheila was the top dancer of her homeland, an activity that was basically a sport, at least going by the sheer amount of physical proficiency that it demands, it wasn't quite as clear why or how Dolores got hers. But you'd seen that she could move surprisingly fast and break up fights with ease. It seemed that she might be one of the few people that could actually overpower the likes of Toxic Lily if she meant it.
You got snapped out of your thoughts when you heard again that deep, scary rumbling, a noise that was borderline incomprehensible, like some muffled growl, but you could feel the ground under you shake from its sheer vibrations. You couldn't even begin to imagine what it could possibly be, but in the end, you wouldn't be allowed to dwell on it for long enough... You heard a deafening explosion that was somehow muffled, yet it was so loud that its shockwave traveled on the ground and it rushed through your laying body. The ground shook like there was a massive earthquake, and it was difficult not to fall into that delusion, reminding yourself that you were very small and that the earthquake was probably something else.
And just like before, you weren't allowed to ponder on it for very long before the answer came to you, and in a pretty harsh way, as you felt that your surroundings became engulfed in what felt like a thick cloud that immediately warmed up you and your surroundings to uncomfortable levels, and as soon as you took a breath you truly understood what had just happened, this unknown miasma felt toxic, it was almost pure methane, overloaded with the strongest rotten bean scent you'd ever smelled in your life. Somehow this managed to outdo your mom's farts from before, though not by such a long shot.
"Geez, any louder and you could get arrested for terrorism" Miriam laughed as she fanned the offending gas away from her own face, even though Dolores had the decency to 'fire' in the opposite direction, the massive gas cloud she released engulfed their entire location.
"Look who's talking" Dolores chuckled just as she settled her hips back to how they were before.
"I do feel bad for your kid though, he's actually innocent in all this" She said.
"He'll be fine. I've had worse" Miriam chuckled, feeling a little proud.
"At least he wasn't anywhere near the point blank" She added, but then she paused, as her friend's mention of you jogged her memory.
"By the way, how is he holding up on your belly?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Dolores raised an eyebrow.
"You put him on your belly! How could you forget?" Miriam said, and looked at it but she found no signs of you.
"I put him back on your butt before I sat down though..." Dolores replied and looked at her friend's behind, no signs of you, and even though you were small the two of them were sure they could see you since they knew what to look for.
"You what?!" Miriam's eyes then widened in shock. She slid to the side pretty carelessly to make room for Dolores, she had no idea you were back on her and she already could conclude that if you were on her, you probably got flung off her then. She frantically looked around, hoping to find you to no avail.
Seeing her reaction, it didn't take long for Dolores to figure what just had happened and also panicked. She outwardly kept her cool and tried to remain more rational. She took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down.
'He couldn't have gone far... he should be nearby, and it's not like anyone, or even an animal has come close to where we are' She thought, looking down and thoroughly scanning the (scarce) unoccupied space on the towel below.
Neither women bothered to entertain the thought that you might be underneath their massive bodies, as the two were confident that they'd feel you then. At least Miriam had reason to believe this after she'd had you nestled in her crack, and a part of her wanted you back there so she could keep giving you her own brand of affection. Plus, the fact that she could keep you completely hidden from the outside world by virtue of her plump behind made her feel proud.
"Where could have he gone?" Dolores asked a couple of minutes later, seeing that Miriam was getting desperate and neither could find any signs of you on the towel.
"I don't think he'd leave" Miriam huffed. She then tried to imagine what happened, and attempted to retrace your steps in her mind. She was laying on the middle of her towel when Dolores placed you on her butt without Miriam herself noticing. Then she slid to the right to make room for her. You obviously weren't on the sand at Miriam's right, so the only other possible outcome was that you tumbled down to her left, and when she looked, she realized that there was basically no space between her friend's humongous hip and her own.
'Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth' She remembered the words of Sherlock Holmes, one of her favorite book characters. Her eyes widened, as she could only come to one, improbably but by the look of it very possible conclusion, and it was one she wasn't even sure she was ready for, but she needed to be sure.
"Lola..." She said in a more serious tone "I... I don't really know how to tell this... and I don't want to believe it myself..."
"What is it?"
"I think my son is dead" Miriam blurted out, her voice already breaking up since she couldn't handle the thought. Dolores gasped in response and gave her a mortified look.
"What makes you think that?" She asked sincerely, also sounding nervous since the sole notion shook her to her core.
"When I made room for you, I think he fell off my back... right where you sat down" Miriam said grimly. Both women felt suddenly cold, as if the warm, sunny summer day they were having shifted to a cold winter one.
"Oh no..." It was all Dolores managed to say while retaining a shred of composure, the feeling of guilt quickly became overwhelming. She never imagined that her prodigious size and curves, the source of many comical occurrences, would bring harm to someone, let alone someone she deeply cared about.
"Could... could you look for me? I... I think I may die if I see the bloodstain..." Miriam weakly asked, looking away before closing her eyes. Dolores solemnly took a deep breath and quietly agreed, then she slowly stood up and looked down at where she had been sitting on. Her massive booty had already left a deep, large imprint on the towel and the sand beneath, a thing she was usually proud of, but not today. However, she couldn't find anything besides the towel itself, no gory remains, no blood.
"Is he...?" Miriam hesitantly asked, still refusing to look.
"Actually, I dunno... there's nothing" Dolores said, feeling confused but also relieved, she wouldn't be able to ever sleep again if she knew she had inadvertently extinguished your life.
"Huh?" Miriam looked at the giant heart shaped 'crater' of sorts on the middle of the towel "He's not there?" She mumbled in disbelief. But if you weren't there, where else could you be? Nothing added up, and she was sure that you had to have landed there... but on the other hand, if there was any remote chance that you were indeed not crushed, she'd be deeply relieved.
Meanwhile, you didn't really know what was going on anymore, as Dolores' thunderous fart had left your ears ringing, and her over-abundant flesh ensured that you heard very little of the outside world. You couldn't even make individual words out anymore, at least not until your head felt like it stopped spinning. Bu then, the most surprising thing happened, Dolores' extra-large rear began rising into the air, but you felt yourself getting lifted from the ground, and in mere seconds you realized that you'd been pressed so hard into her flesh that you were sort of embedded into it. Like when someone steps on something small and hard like a lego, but you wondered how Dolores still hadn't felt you yet.
'Well, with an ass that huge, maybe she really doesn't feel something as small as I am' You thought. Your limbs were still immobile so all you could do is lay helpless and hope that they find you before something worse happens. You definitely didn't want to end up as Dolores' impromptu tattoo, or living butt lint, though a pit in your stomach gave you a bad feeling about that, specially the latter for some reason. At least the beach's fresh breeze easily got rid of the lingering stench from Dolores' booty blast, and relieved your body a little from her overbearing warmth.
Both Dolores and Miriam were utterly confused, trying to make sense of what happened minutes before. They were still looking for you but had had no luck finding you yet. Dolores felt a bit more optimistic and hoped that you were fine, and wished that you could eventually laugh at this in the future...
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May 12, 2023
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