Sarah's Find - Chapter 17

You were still pinned down by the thick wad of snot that had rained down on you like missiles. No matter how hard you thrashed against the globs of slime, the more stuck you seemed to get. The slick goop made securing a grip on anything impossible. And you needed to get moving. Fast. Because if this behemoth of a mother found you again you likely would be ground to paste.

There was still movement around you. Your eyes were coated in a film of phlegm, but you could feel it happening. Heavy, fleshy thuds as her hands slapped the hardwood, followed by a bigger quake as the solid bones of her knees pounded against the earth. The sounds of her knees popping was akin to a building being broken in half. Even the heat from her body looming over you. Managing to wipe some of the snot from your eyes, you glanced up and saw that she had not quite reached you yet, but within seconds she would be. Her eyes were slowly scanning the floor, a deep frown on her lips. She was really going to put THIS much effort into killing a tiny little bug. It was insanity! What was with this crazy bitch!?

Without any chance of running, you had to find another way to hide. A small thin nasal hair was affixed to the hardened booger that was pinning you to the floor. You reached up and grabbed that hair and tugged as hard as you could. At first, you could barely maintain a grip on it due to the amount of slick slime all around you, but desperation made you try and try again and, slowly, the booger slowly slide over top you. It wouldn't do anything if her crawling hands landed atop you, but at least it might keep you out of her line of sight.

Just as you managed to pull the slimy booger, her head panned into your vision overhead. Your own head was still visible over the tip of the hardened wad, but it was the best you could do now. If you tried to move now, she might see you. Her eyes again scanned, slowly and methodically, across the floor.

They stopped directly on you and your heart stopped.

Her frowned deepened and a scowl escaped from her lips. A low moan of sheer terror escaped you lips.

Then, her eyes moved on and she began to crawl again. Everything in your body was trembling and not because of the heavy quakes and booms from her movement.

That was when you noticed that the great wall of flesh that were the mountainous, living boobs were slowly moving towards you. They drooped from her chest all the way to the floor, their mass dragging along the wood, sweeping up anything and everything in their path. You could see a growing line of dust and lint forming along the base of the immense tits as they continued along. Soon enough, they would be on top of you. Would they be soft enough to not completely crush your form? They were certainly bigger than Sarah's or Natalie's, and they now looked incredibly large and heavy. You weren't so sure they, despite the motherly warmth coming from them, that they would be so accommodating to poor little you. Again you try to move, try to free yourself from the gunk trapping you, but it's no use.

The heaving mounds of flesh drew ever closer. Her heartbeat reverberated through her skin and made it into the floor and into your bones. The tits flattened, pressed, and squeezed against the ground as their owner continued to carefully hunt for the tiny bug she so desperately wanted to erase from this mortal plane. Then, they lifted in the air and slowly panned forward until they hovered directly over you. They gently swayed, unrestrained in the striped top. You could hear distant, quiet fleshy smacks as the tits jostled into one another. Her nipples were slightly erect, bleeding through the fabric. If she leaned down a bit more, you might be able to touch the tip while standing. Anymore than that and you'd be smothered. Perhaps a dream in a previous life, but now a nightmare.

A loud boom and heavy quake caused you to scream.

“Damn! I don't see that little bugger!”

Her massive boobs drew away and suddenly her head came back into view. Immediately, you began to hide under your disgusting booger, but before you could really do much a great finger appeared over you. Fear should have griped you, but there was no time. The finger did not come down on top of you, but instead next to you and scooped up the wad of slime you were in, the hardened booger along with it. The next several moments were a whirlwind of intense movement but the din of her knees popping as she stood filled your ears. Finally, things came to a stop as she held the tip of her finger up to her eyes, which stared down at you intensely. There was nothing to do, you could only watch.

“...clean that up...” A fragment of a sentence came out from her grumbling lips.

Movement again. You suddenly beheld a great black wall of fabric that you were instantly able to recognize as that of her skirt that you had climbed previously. The finger pressed against the skirt and, for a terrible moment you thought you would be squished, dragged across the material, leaving you and the booger in a smear of sticky mess. The slime still held you like glue, but not as much as before. You grabbed onto the threads of her skirt and pulled yourself free.

Once again, you were back on her skirt, back on her body. She was moving, as well, forcing you to hold on. She had wiped her finger along the side of her left ass cheek. After all that, you were no closer to getting away from this psycho mom. You still needed to find a place to hide before she happened to find you again.

A distant, but loud squeak of a door (yes, even at this size you could recognize that sound), was heard and her body bent as she began to rummage through things. She was still for now and you had to make a move. You climbed up the skirt and managed to grab the hem just as she began to move again. In her hands was the massive handle of a swiffer, which she guided across the floor towards where she had been searching for you, wiping up her snot. You were suddenly glad that you had gotten back onto her. Had you remained on the floor, you would still be stuck inside the wad of snot and possibly being drowned in a tidal wave of cleaning solution or being squashed under her bare feet.

But what could you do now? Hide inside her skirt? Or in her tank top perhaps? Neither felt appealing. If there was even a fraction of a possibility that she would feel you crawling along her skin, you'd be history. The best thing to do now in this situation would be to find a way to get off of her completely so she wouldn't find you again. Right now, your puny size was actually the one thing that had kept you alive.

You noticed that she was near the couch that the girls had been sitting on last night. If you were lucky, she might rotate her body so that her ass was pointed in its direction. She was still gliding the swiffer across the floor, making sure to get every last bit of her mucus of her otherwise clean looking floor. You just had to...NOW!

Using your legs, you pushed off of the skirt and launched yourself into the air. For a moment, you were afraid that you had not gotten enough push, but you quickly saw that you were headed for the immense field of soft cushion down below. You bounced harmlessly as you hit the surface of the couch, spinning in the air, before landing again. Dazed, you staggered to you feet in time to see the towering woman leaving the room, swiffer in hand, the heavy, fleshy booms of her bare feet smacking against the floor got softer and softer. Relief filled you. So much so that your knees buckled and you began to laugh. The Goddess had chased after you and somehow you had avoided her wrath.

The heavy smacking sound began to grow rapidly again.

She suddenly appeared above you, now empty handed.

Her body rotated, her ass, while modest compared to her daughter and the red head but still large in its own right, hanging over you. Her skirt had ridden up so far while replacing the swiffer that it only covered a little of her rear. She didn't seem to notice.

She bent and those simple cotton white panties came crashing down onto you. There was no time to react. Fortunately, the whole wait of her butt did not hit you. Unfortunately, you found yourself sandwiched between her asscheeks, smothered by the cotton tarp; a situation that was far too familiar at this point. Yet again, you found yourself under another massive woman, only this one was out for your blood. Things could not get much worse. A low, guttural groan from deep within her guts sounded and a blast of foul heat enveloped you with another deafening roar. You had to get out of here and fast.

You crawled under the narrow space of her butt crack, taking care to stay under her panties and not graze any skin. Slowly, you managed to pull yourself towards the front end of her underwear, which was very slightly damp. A light poured in from between her legs, which were crossed. A clumsy effort; you could see her skirt was so far up that they would be visible to anyone who walked in. How was this woman so oblivious to her skirt but so focused on crushing the tiniest of insects!?

Just as you were about to fully pull yourself out, she moved in her seat. Her crotch pressed down against you. The lips of her vulva enveloped you just as her ass had done. You remained completely motionless, not wanting to risk causing any sensation against this sensitive part of her anatomy. Her body moved again, now pressing the clitoris against you. The small head began to stiffen, pushing into you. From a distance, you heard a soft sigh. Or was it a moan. No. Not this, not again. You hadn't fully recovered from Natalie Vernocia's playing with you.

Then, the clitoris softened and you carefully began to move again. It stiffened slightly for a moment, but you were able to pull yourself free. You quickly ran out from her skirt and back onto the couch. You needed to move, but where?