After being blasted in the face by that huge fart, Amy had to take a few steps back, fan the air around her face with the hand that held the phone and try to clear the air as best as she could. She then looked at her sleeping mom's big butt.
'Damn, poor lil bro must've been enduring those for hours now...' She thought, feeling a bit bad for you.
Regaining her focus, Amy took a deep breath and resumed her task, carefully held her phone to give herself some light, to try and find you in your mom's sizable ass. Thankfully, most of the time she was a rather heavy sleeper, though despite that she used to have a good sense of emergency to wake up to check up on either you or Amy when you were younger.
With you secured under one of her fingernails, she gently pulled Jade's pants back up, sealing the micro replica in, leaving it to endure the fate that had been reserved for you. She then left the bedroom as quietly as she had entered, being extremely careful when closing the door. As she walked back to her own room, you were surprised that someone as tall and heavy could walk this quietly, but then again, you apparently had very quiet footsteps yourself, which is why your parents joked that you might be part cat.
Before you knew it, Amy was already in her room and quietly closed the door behind her, walking to her bed and sitting on it, bringing the finger you were on closer to her eyes.
"Did you miss me?" She giggled "Looks like mom was really gonna let you get the full effect of her stress eating"
"Thank you... thank you so much..." You said weakly while desperately gulping fresh air, trying to cleanse your lungs from the stench of your mom's microwaved burrito farts. It almost felt like a dream, for once, you were indeed saved from something truly terrible, you may have been able to physically endure it but you weren't so sure about your mind. Even back in the world you knew, it seemed Amy had a decent ability to know when to finally step in and save you.
"I got the impression you were more tired than you were trying to look" Amy "It's the middle of the night and there are simpler things to focus on... like spending some time with your favorite big sis" She smiled.
"You mean the only one I have" You said with a bit of snark.
"Winning by default is still winning" Amy shrugged and she gave you a quick "hug", by pressing you into one of her enormous boobs. Amazingly, they looked like they were just as massive as her butt. putting things into a greater perspective than you ever anticipated. You knew that your mom's boobs were also pretty big but Amy's were on a whole other level, like with the other girls' titanic booties, you could walk around for hours and get nowhere in particular.
However, you didn't get to dwell on this for much longer as she then picked you up again and carefully placed you on one of her humongous thighs, just like she had done before your mom grabbed you earlier. Another gargantuan expanse of soft, smooth flesh, this one had a greater firmness to it, though your feet still sank slightly into its plush surface.
"You know... last time we talked, you told me my thighs weren't fat when I asked you about it" She said.
"Huh? I mean, with all the exercise you do, nowhere on you is fat at all... why are you even worried?" You replied, scratching your head in confusion. You knew you weren't the one she had that conversation with, but it still felt quite a lot like how sometimes the Amy you knew talked to you.
"Awwww" Amy cooed, a smile forming on her face as she confirmed her own suspicions "I really appreciate the compliment" She chuckled, flexing her biceps a little, knowing it was a pretty impressive show for you.
"But there's one tiny little thing you misunderstood lil' bro..." She said before leaning closer towards you on her lap, though in your relative scale, her face was still hovering miles above you "I want them to be fat, actually" She whispered and giggled more while you had a truly baffled expression.
"I say this a lot, but I really don't understand this time" You then said, that felt like something you've been wanting to say to your Amy for quite a while. She smiled and giggled cutely, before playfully pushing you into the soft mass of her thigh with a finger.
"I suspected you wouldn't, but I will explain this one" Amy replied "I want to make sure I'm soft enough to keep you safe..." She said, and already anticipating that this hadn't fully answered your question, she continued "I exercise because it's fun, and I like to be strong... but making my body feel as if it's made of rock was never what I really wanted... well, it's fine on my arms or abs, but not elsewhere"
"...oh..." Despite everything you'd faced thus far, this part was beginning to make sense.
"If I had buns of steel, I wouldn't be able to sit on you like I used to" She then said with a smile, so, while you got startled by that statement, the fondness she showed for that managed to make you keep a straighter face outwardly, since this felt like it was another normal fact of like for the previous version of you.
"It wouldn't be fair mom is the only one that gets to carry you around between her cheeks either, I've taken care of you for many years too!" She pouted slightly, in a surprisingly cute way, one that back in your own world, made you want to pat her head despite the fact that she was older and quite a bit taller than yourself. Her earlier remark made you gulp though.
"Hey, it's not so bad in between mine... I mean, you'll prob get some 'big sis love' while at it, but even with the protein shakes I don't fart as much as mom" She said with a cheeky smile, misjudging the cause of your reaction.
"Anyway! Getting back to the main point, the reason I want your help now is to make sure my body is safe for micros" Amy said
she then placed you at the top of her left asscheek, which was just as immense as her boobs, a planet's worth of plump, juicy looking meat, though unlike the ones you dealt with before, this one felt a heck of a lot more tightly packed, so, even though there was a soft, squishy layer on top, it still felt springier and firmer, as a result, it felt much more like some kind of cushion, compared to the other girls' and your mom that felt more like quicksand. Shocked, all you could do was stand there and look around, and once again she misunderstood your reaction.
"Don't worry... after how much mom blasted you, you're safe from my big sis love for the night" She said, giving a cheeky smile at the end as she looked at you from over her shoulder.
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