Although a little weirded out by being under Maryann’s belly and so close to her intimate area, you did find the soft skin very warm and comfy. You laid down and dozed off. You woke up to Maryann’s belly squishing down on you, realizing she had set up. Her fingers fished you out from under her belly and slowly slid you through her pubic region. The long hair was oddly soft, and you tried to fight back against her giant finger, but to no avail.
You heard the click of her lighter - she apparently smoked during everything - as she brought you just above her vagina. You could feel the warmth coming off it. She slowly rubbed you in the pubic area. You could occasionally hear her drag and exhale her cigarette, and her body would occasionally shudder with pleasure. You were horrified at the idea of becoming her sex toy, but realized you could do nothing to stop it.
You heard her extinguish the cigarette and she laid back down, sliding you back to your original resting spot just under her belly. You’d dodged a bullet, but knew you wouldn’t be this lucky forever. Thoughts of plotting an escape ran through your head, but you’d never survive on your own. And while there were people who’d probably be better than Maryann, there were also people who’d be far worse. You cuddled back under the tummy and drifted asleep, feeling cursed to have shrunk.
You were awoken again by Maryann’s fingers, but this time she pulled you out from under her belly and up to her face. A plume of smoke covered you followed by a smile.
“Sleep well, pet?”
“Yes…” you thought about mentioning her middle of the night cigarette, but decided not to.
“Good,” she cooed, as she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom in her bedroom. She sat on the toilet and sat you on the front lid between her massive legs.
“Do your business,” she said, taking a drag off of her cigarette. You awkwardly undid your pants and urinated off the ledge of the seat and down into the water below. You watched as urine poured out of her, and looked up, noticing she was enjoying you watching.
She didn’t wipe, but instead stood up, pulling her panties in a swift motion that captured you. She pulled them tight, pressing you into her piss covered lips, the surrounding hair tickling your back.
“Get your fill,” she said, in a tone that felt romantic. Unsure why, you began to slowly suck the drops of liquid off of her. “That’s it baby, you’re making mama so happy,” she said. You found yourself partially creeped out… and partially feeling willingly submissive.
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