"Well, you were right, I didn't even mean to go off on him..." Dolores chuckled at the last part "It slipped out, I swear" She said to Miriam, who nodded while fanning away the invisible but rather overbearing fog that engulfed her. It was true that while Sheila was the more playful one, Dolores was often more serious and helpful, but still, at times she could be just as bad if not worse then the big Brazilian lady. Dolores then stood up, leaving you behind, right in the middle of the beach chair's seat, which now bore two unnaturally wide and deep imprints that corresponded to her monster booty.
"At least you were right and nothing worse happened" Miriam said "I guess that's a weight off my shoulders"
"But not his" Dolores laughed cheekily.
"Lola!" Miriam pouted, annoyed by her friend's attitude, but also with herself, as she found the joke funny herself even though she kept a straight face. She walked over to the chair and gently picked you up, bringing you to her face to make sure you weren't hurt, though the lingering warmth and smell of Dolores' latest release quickly reminded her where you just had been and it made her keep you not so close.
"I didn't see you this worried before when you were letting loose left and right with him right there" Dolores remarked, which made Miriam blush a little, embarrassed that her 'playing' with you seemingly got exposed. She shook her head and then focused back on you.
"Sorry about that, but I'm glad you're alright... because you're alright, aren't you?" She asked, still not entirely convinced. You were quite shaken in every sense of the word, but somehow, maybe because you could clearly sense the concern in your mom's voice, you tried your best to keep it together. Still, you closed your eyes for a moment to concentrate on feeling your whole body so you could give an honest answer. Nothing really hurt, though, other than maybe your ears from how loud Dolores' fart had been, the uncomfortable warmth quickly faded as you were exposed to the cool sea's breeze, and the same happened with the smell which had felt like it could make your lungs melt, even if the air in the beach felt salty in some way, weirdly enough it felt like it purified your lungs.
"Y-Yeah, I'm okay mom" You said after making sure nothing felt off or bruised. You wondered if maybe you could be hurt on the inside but without any pain, there was simply no way to know, so you hoped for the best. Your mom smiled in relief at your response, and before you knew it she laid once more on her towel, stomach-first, and gently dropped you on top of one of her massive cheeks, upon which you landed with a bouncy series of ripples. Dolores raised an eyebrow, as she wasn't expecting her to do that.
"Just relax sweetie and get however much rest you need, no more interruptions" Miriam said in a very soothing tone, which felt truthful to her being a mother, it was the kind of voice that could make a kid stop crying even if they got hurt, or the kind of voice that could allow a child who was scared of the dark to sleep. As traumatic as these last events were, you felt like everything would be okay now, and without further questioning you laid there and got comfortable, letting your mom's fatty, jiggly flesh perfectly mold to your tiny shape despite your negligible weight compared to her.
'Sheila would say she's got him well trained' Dolores thought with a quiet but amused chuckle 'But it looks to me like Miriam might have mastered motherhood better than any of us despite being the youngest, huh...' She looked at her friend and her diminutive son relax right there, and, feeling somewhat intrigued, she decided that she should keep sticking around and laid right next to her, nearly occupying all of the towel's area unused by Miriam herself.
To you, it was a series of booming quakes that grew in intensity until you saw a colossal mountain appear in your horizon, and given your past experiences it didn't take you too long to realize that the 'mountain' was none other than Dolores' most colossal behind, which badly dwarfed your mom's. You couldn't help but feel nervous at this intrusion, but the fact that you were on your mom's body gave you some sense of safety.
"I didn't think you planned on sticking around for much longer" Miriam commented.
"Are you kidding? It's not everyday that the closest I have to a son get this small and cute" She said, winking at you.
"He does look cute on you like that" She added, which made Miriam blush a little.
"T-thank you" Miriam replied, not quite sure how to take that compliment, if it was one indeed.
"Hey, I feel bad for earlier... so, how about I make it up to him?" Dolores then suggested.
"How...?" Miriam raised an eyebrow this time.
"Same way you're doing..." Dolores giggled as she swiftly picked you up and brought you to her hyper gigantic booty.
"Of course, mine's softer, warmer... and much, much bigger" She whispered the last part in an almost seductive tone before dropping you onto the titanic meaty globe, you sank into it as if it were quicksand, though not enough to actually drown.
"Lola, can you give the poor boy a rest for once?" Miriam sighed.
"I am giving him a rest!" Dolores chuckled and lightly smacked her cheek, which sent it into a cataclysmic (to you) series of jiggling tsunami-sized waves of squishy, caramel-colored flesh. Miriam frowned, as her 'special time' with you was once again cut short, yet, in an odd way she understood where Dolores was coming from and couldn't completely blame her, so she reluctantly allowed her to have you for the time being.
"Nice and soft" She said, lightly kneading both of her cheeks with her hands, creating larger but slower 'waves' that you sort of rode on.
"I could swear you and Sheila were made from the same mold" Miriam half-teased her.
"Hmmm, who knows? I'd say the mold was broken after I was made" Dolores laughed "Though she's pretty close in the 'assets' department"
"By the way, are you sure your daughters are okay without you watching them?" Miriam asked sincerely, but also, she wondered if that'd be enough to get her to drop her attention on you and give you back to her.
Some time earlier, elsewhere...
"For the last time, a big butt doesn't count if it's big from fat, hippo!" Carmen shouted at her sister.
"You just say that because you can't make yours grow any with exercise!" Maya retaliated. Their heated argument had gone on for a while and their dates, Pete and Jim had even had enough time to go buy drinks and come back to watch the spectacle, which Jim in particular enjoyed as he could watch both girls' plus sized derrieres jiggle and wobble as they made their agitated, exasperated motions.
"Say that to my face again, I dare you!" Carmen was ready to come to blows, knowing she could most likely trump her sister physically.
"Skinny.Ass" Maya replied with a smug look in her face "I know what you're thinking, so how about we settle this once and for all?"
"With pleasure" Carmen cracked her knuckles, but she stopped in her tracks when she saw her twin giggle and shake her head.
"It'd be too easy just like that... how about we settle it for real?" Maya said.
"And how do you suggest we do that?" Carmen raised an eyebrow, unamused.
"I heard they're opening an official Salsa Shack food stand, and they're hosting an eating contest~" Maya replied.
"Of course, more food for the hippo butt" Carmen huffed.
"What? Afraid your dainty little stomach can't handle good food? They say it helps your butt grow, you know?" Maya chuckled, seeing her twin's eyes lit up despite her reluctant look.
"Just because you're fat doesn't mean you can eat more! It's on! I'll beat you at your on game!" Carmen said, full of determination. Then both girls began walking, with Maya leading the way since she knew where the food stand was supposed to be. Jim immediately got up to try and follow them but his arm was caught by Pete, who stopped him before he took a single step.
"Bruh, don't do that" He said.
"What?! And miss the chance to see more of those big booties?" Jim sounded like he was in a mix of annoyance and confusion.
"Dude, it's the Salsa Shack..." Pete said.
"So what? Am I supposed to be afraid of some fast food restaurant?" Jim replied.
"Jim... Blaise has already told us about it, he works there, remember? That place's food can be tasty, but some of those dishes could classify as bioweapons" Pete explained with a sigh.
"Surely he exaggerates" Jim shrugged.
"Bro... He's told us that its food can make those two real bad" Pete said, briefly glancing at the twins as they kept walking away.
"How bad?!" Jim asked, still in disbelief.
"Like, Lillian levels of bad..." Pete replied, and upon hearing that, Jim's face gained a bluish hue all over it, with Pete's following suit.
"O-Oh... Hey, did you remember I told you I was allergic to, uh... tortillas?" Jim said with a shaking jaw. Pete, however, saw through that blatant lie, but he understood what his friend meant.
"Y-Yeah, I think I got a deadly allergy to frijoles or whatever spice they put on those" He said, the two boys nodding to each other while shuddering and quietly returning to their beach chairs under the shade of two large parasols. They quietly sipped some of their drinks and hoped the girls didn't turn radioactive like Lillian on a bad day.
Further away, the latina twins kept walking, being so focused on their rivalry and their planned contest that they forgot about their dates. However, they stopped in their tracks when they spotted a pair of familiar figures in the distance... One of them was their mom, and the other one of her best friends, Miriam. The girls' eyes widened.
"Mrs. Santos is here?!" They both almost shrieked at the same time. They knew to some extent that you avoided them as much as possible, but they chalked it up to you playing hard to get, which did little to deter their advances on you. Knowing that your mom was here, they were sure that it was likely you were at the beach as well... So, what happens next?
"At least you were right and nothing worse happened" Miriam said "I guess that's a weight off my shoulders"
"But not his" Dolores laughed cheekily.
"Lola!" Miriam pouted, annoyed by her friend's attitude, but also with herself, as she found the joke funny herself even though she kept a straight face. She walked over to the chair and gently picked you up, bringing you to her face to make sure you weren't hurt, though the lingering warmth and smell of Dolores' latest release quickly reminded her where you just had been and it made her keep you not so close.
"I didn't see you this worried before when you were letting loose left and right with him right there" Dolores remarked, which made Miriam blush a little, embarrassed that her 'playing' with you seemingly got exposed. She shook her head and then focused back on you.
"Sorry about that, but I'm glad you're alright... because you're alright, aren't you?" She asked, still not entirely convinced. You were quite shaken in every sense of the word, but somehow, maybe because you could clearly sense the concern in your mom's voice, you tried your best to keep it together. Still, you closed your eyes for a moment to concentrate on feeling your whole body so you could give an honest answer. Nothing really hurt, though, other than maybe your ears from how loud Dolores' fart had been, the uncomfortable warmth quickly faded as you were exposed to the cool sea's breeze, and the same happened with the smell which had felt like it could make your lungs melt, even if the air in the beach felt salty in some way, weirdly enough it felt like it purified your lungs.
"Y-Yeah, I'm okay mom" You said after making sure nothing felt off or bruised. You wondered if maybe you could be hurt on the inside but without any pain, there was simply no way to know, so you hoped for the best. Your mom smiled in relief at your response, and before you knew it she laid once more on her towel, stomach-first, and gently dropped you on top of one of her massive cheeks, upon which you landed with a bouncy series of ripples. Dolores raised an eyebrow, as she wasn't expecting her to do that.
"Just relax sweetie and get however much rest you need, no more interruptions" Miriam said in a very soothing tone, which felt truthful to her being a mother, it was the kind of voice that could make a kid stop crying even if they got hurt, or the kind of voice that could allow a child who was scared of the dark to sleep. As traumatic as these last events were, you felt like everything would be okay now, and without further questioning you laid there and got comfortable, letting your mom's fatty, jiggly flesh perfectly mold to your tiny shape despite your negligible weight compared to her.
'Sheila would say she's got him well trained' Dolores thought with a quiet but amused chuckle 'But it looks to me like Miriam might have mastered motherhood better than any of us despite being the youngest, huh...' She looked at her friend and her diminutive son relax right there, and, feeling somewhat intrigued, she decided that she should keep sticking around and laid right next to her, nearly occupying all of the towel's area unused by Miriam herself.
To you, it was a series of booming quakes that grew in intensity until you saw a colossal mountain appear in your horizon, and given your past experiences it didn't take you too long to realize that the 'mountain' was none other than Dolores' most colossal behind, which badly dwarfed your mom's. You couldn't help but feel nervous at this intrusion, but the fact that you were on your mom's body gave you some sense of safety.
"I didn't think you planned on sticking around for much longer" Miriam commented.
"Are you kidding? It's not everyday that the closest I have to a son get this small and cute" She said, winking at you.
"He does look cute on you like that" She added, which made Miriam blush a little.
"T-thank you" Miriam replied, not quite sure how to take that compliment, if it was one indeed.
"Hey, I feel bad for earlier... so, how about I make it up to him?" Dolores then suggested.
"How...?" Miriam raised an eyebrow this time.
"Same way you're doing..." Dolores giggled as she swiftly picked you up and brought you to her hyper gigantic booty.
"Of course, mine's softer, warmer... and much, much bigger" She whispered the last part in an almost seductive tone before dropping you onto the titanic meaty globe, you sank into it as if it were quicksand, though not enough to actually drown.
"Lola, can you give the poor boy a rest for once?" Miriam sighed.
"I am giving him a rest!" Dolores chuckled and lightly smacked her cheek, which sent it into a cataclysmic (to you) series of jiggling tsunami-sized waves of squishy, caramel-colored flesh. Miriam frowned, as her 'special time' with you was once again cut short, yet, in an odd way she understood where Dolores was coming from and couldn't completely blame her, so she reluctantly allowed her to have you for the time being.
"Nice and soft" She said, lightly kneading both of her cheeks with her hands, creating larger but slower 'waves' that you sort of rode on.
"I could swear you and Sheila were made from the same mold" Miriam half-teased her.
"Hmmm, who knows? I'd say the mold was broken after I was made" Dolores laughed "Though she's pretty close in the 'assets' department"
"By the way, are you sure your daughters are okay without you watching them?" Miriam asked sincerely, but also, she wondered if that'd be enough to get her to drop her attention on you and give you back to her.
Some time earlier, elsewhere...
"For the last time, a big butt doesn't count if it's big from fat, hippo!" Carmen shouted at her sister.
"You just say that because you can't make yours grow any with exercise!" Maya retaliated. Their heated argument had gone on for a while and their dates, Pete and Jim had even had enough time to go buy drinks and come back to watch the spectacle, which Jim in particular enjoyed as he could watch both girls' plus sized derrieres jiggle and wobble as they made their agitated, exasperated motions.
"Say that to my face again, I dare you!" Carmen was ready to come to blows, knowing she could most likely trump her sister physically.
"Skinny.Ass" Maya replied with a smug look in her face "I know what you're thinking, so how about we settle this once and for all?"
"With pleasure" Carmen cracked her knuckles, but she stopped in her tracks when she saw her twin giggle and shake her head.
"It'd be too easy just like that... how about we settle it for real?" Maya said.
"And how do you suggest we do that?" Carmen raised an eyebrow, unamused.
"I heard they're opening an official Salsa Shack food stand, and they're hosting an eating contest~" Maya replied.
"Of course, more food for the hippo butt" Carmen huffed.
"What? Afraid your dainty little stomach can't handle good food? They say it helps your butt grow, you know?" Maya chuckled, seeing her twin's eyes lit up despite her reluctant look.
"Just because you're fat doesn't mean you can eat more! It's on! I'll beat you at your on game!" Carmen said, full of determination. Then both girls began walking, with Maya leading the way since she knew where the food stand was supposed to be. Jim immediately got up to try and follow them but his arm was caught by Pete, who stopped him before he took a single step.
"Bruh, don't do that" He said.
"What?! And miss the chance to see more of those big booties?" Jim sounded like he was in a mix of annoyance and confusion.
"Dude, it's the Salsa Shack..." Pete said.
"So what? Am I supposed to be afraid of some fast food restaurant?" Jim replied.
"Jim... Blaise has already told us about it, he works there, remember? That place's food can be tasty, but some of those dishes could classify as bioweapons" Pete explained with a sigh.
"Surely he exaggerates" Jim shrugged.
"Bro... He's told us that its food can make those two real bad" Pete said, briefly glancing at the twins as they kept walking away.
"How bad?!" Jim asked, still in disbelief.
"Like, Lillian levels of bad..." Pete replied, and upon hearing that, Jim's face gained a bluish hue all over it, with Pete's following suit.
"O-Oh... Hey, did you remember I told you I was allergic to, uh... tortillas?" Jim said with a shaking jaw. Pete, however, saw through that blatant lie, but he understood what his friend meant.
"Y-Yeah, I think I got a deadly allergy to frijoles or whatever spice they put on those" He said, the two boys nodding to each other while shuddering and quietly returning to their beach chairs under the shade of two large parasols. They quietly sipped some of their drinks and hoped the girls didn't turn radioactive like Lillian on a bad day.
Further away, the latina twins kept walking, being so focused on their rivalry and their planned contest that they forgot about their dates. However, they stopped in their tracks when they spotted a pair of familiar figures in the distance... One of them was their mom, and the other one of her best friends, Miriam. The girls' eyes widened.
"Mrs. Santos is here?!" They both almost shrieked at the same time. They knew to some extent that you avoided them as much as possible, but they chalked it up to you playing hard to get, which did little to deter their advances on you. Knowing that your mom was here, they were sure that it was likely you were at the beach as well... So, what happens next?
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May 12, 2023
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