Sarah's Find - Chapter 18

The couch had to be the safest place for you right now. Being back on the floor, especially after being chased by this towering angry Goddess of a mother, was the very last thing you wanted. You'd be too exposed to getting crushed. Besides, you'd have to use her leg teach the ground and that ran the risk of alerting her. You could escape along the cushions of the couch...but then your mind was filled, almost literally, with the visuals of the wide butts that had plopped down on them last night. But if you could climb up to the back of the couch, you would be safe from prying eyes (which would hopefully be too focused on the television) but you'd be free from any stomping feet or massive asses.

Fortunately, her legs were still crossed in a vain attempt to hide her panties, which had to be very visible with how high her skirt had risen up. Her left leg was rested atop her right one, which was a slight problem. If it had been the other way around you could sneak under her right leg and climb up the armrest and then up to the back of the couch. Now you had no choice but to waddle around her ass and scale the mountainous cushion to reach the top. But still, at least you weren't trapped between her legs. Carefully, you sneak under her raised left leg and traverse the side of her hip. The imprint from her ass in the cushion is deep. One misstep and you'll fall into the chasm and roll against her massive body. You quickly glance up. Her large breasts are not shielding you from her line of sight, but she is luckily fully distracted by the TV. Now is the perfect time.

And, naturally, that's when things when wrong.

Without warning, her body suddenly shifted, lifting up the left side off the couch. The movement caused you to lose your balance and you were suddenly rolling right back down underneath her immense rear, which had warmed the cushion considerably. Within seconds you were sweating, while also getting another fine view of the crack of her ass. Her underwear was wedged between her cheeks. You saw her fingers poking in and wrap around the hem of the skirt and pulling it even further up. Then, they reached underneath her. You would only have a few seconds before her weight would come crashing back down on top of you.

Quickly, you dug your own fingers into the giant threads of the cushion and frantically began pulling yourself up, trying to work your way back off to the side of her. Up above, her fingers grabbed the edge of her panties and began to tug at them, pulling them out from between the cheeks. You hurried as fast as you could, not wanting to be pinned beneath her again. Would you survive? Probably. You had survived the two girls last night who had done the same thing to you but on purpose. Their playful attitude could have been a detriment to you. But you had still survived, even if barely. You remembered just how weak you had felt this morning before this towering mother had found your jar.

The jar! Where had she put that? You had heard her set it down soon after finding you. Would it be possible to find your way back to it. Whenever her daughter, Sarah, eventually discovered your absence, it would be the first place she would look. You would have to get back to it. There was no cotton inside anymore. The mother had snatched all of it, or so you were sure. How would you even get back inside? It didn't matter. You would figure that out later. It was at least a place you could focus in your mind; a destination, a goal to reach. But for now, you had to find a way out from under this woman's butt.

The fingers above gave a few more tugs along the hem of the panties, pulling them free from their wedge. Then, the fingers slowly began to reel themselves back out and the massive ass began to descend. You stood up and clawed into the flesh without thinking. The descent stopped. The fingers slid back in and dug their nails into where you had scratched, sending a small drift of skin flakes falling down on you in a light mist. You ignored this and kept climbing as fast as you could, finally getting out from under her and towards the edge of the cushion she sat upon. Just as you reached it, her butt lowered again. Her hands retracted back up to her lap.

You reached the cushion and began the long climb up it. There is no chance of using her body to get up to the top. She's already been too big of a threat to find yourself trapped on her body again. It takes awhile, perhaps twenty or so minutes. On occasion, you have to stop as the massive woman shifts her position, stretching the cushion which nearly threw you off. At one point, another rumble came from deep within her belly and she lifted up one leg again. At least this time you weren't trapped under her ass for this one.

Eventually, you manage to reach the top. The massive bun of her hair hovers off to the right of you, its sweet fragrance wafting towards you. Her head is still pointed towards the TV. From this vantage point, you gaze across the living room. It doesn't even look like a living room at this height. Everything is so massive, so huge, that it looks more like some sprawling alien landscape. But everything is also so every day, so mundane, so...recognizable. The unmistakable shape of furniture and appliances that you've seen all your life. It is so surreal and terrifying. These things simply shouldn't be so big. The couch and its seats look like wide plains of soft fields. The lamp off on the small table aside the other end of the couch looks more like a distant skyscraper than a humble table lamp. The far off TV looks more like the biggest IMAX movie screen you've ever seen and sounds more like some kind of God speaking in an echoey and indecipherable voice. But there's something else. Something sitting aside from the skyscraper lamp.

The jar! Your “home”. The cotton sat aside it in a discarded and forgotten wad. You could use it to climb back inside. The table it sat one was pushed right next to the couch. You might be able to simply climb back onto it! You quickly begin to move to it, all of your focus homing in on it. Eventually, people's attention will be brought back to that jar. You know it. And when that happens, you NEED to be in it. Or at least close to it.

Halfway across the back of the couch, you hear a familiar sound: the heavy (for you anyway), fleshy sound of barefeet on the hardwood floor. Someone else is approaching. If it's Sarah, you might be in trouble. You're not even near close enough to the jar. But it is not Sarah.

Natalie Veronica rounds the corner and walks into the room, her footfalls shaking the very earth with each step. Even up here, you can feel every thunderous quake. Her eyes come very close to drifting towards the where the small jar sits but then they shift towards the mother and she beams, her brilliant teeth sheen in the light.

“Hi Mary-Jean!” The redhead greets.

“Good morning, Natalie.” The woman named Mary-Jean replies warmly. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yep!” She walks towards the couch and turns, but doesn't sit down. Rather, she faces the TV, hands on her hips. Her backside, in all of its glory, stands before you. The long mane of burning red hair, her beautifully curved frame, not to mention the generous swell of her rear which seems even more massive now after experiencing the more modest one owned by Mary-Jean. The view is so magnificent that you find yourself stopping. You can't help it. It simply must be admired. Commands it, actually. All of your senses are pulled towards it and it is almost impossible to look away.

“You girls were up late.” Mary-Jean says.

“Oh, did we wake you up?” Natalie turns to her, looking alarmed.

“Oh no. I wake often wake up a couple of times throughout the night. I just know that when I did I could hear you two.”

“Yeah, we were playing Super Smash Bros.” Natalie's smile returned. “Online with other people.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep! We won every match.”

“I presume because of you.”

“Sarah did pretty well too!” Natalie's smile widened a little, unable to hold back the pride. “But yeah...that too.”

“How is your streaming thing going?”

“It's going really well! I have another big stream planned today! One of my favorite games is getting a big new DLC and I'm going to play it live! People are really excited for it.”

“...DLC?”

“Downloadable Content.” Natalie explained patiently. “Basically, new content for the game that you can download.”

“Oh, I see.”

Without warning, suddenly the redhead sat down. Your mind barely had time to even register her hips bending, her wide, round rear extending in your direction, before she plopped down next to Mary-Jean. The force of her sit was great and blew you off your feet. Fortunately, you were thrown in the opposite direction of her, meaning you were in no danger of falling back down towards her butt. Also luckily, you managed to grab a thread sticking out of the stitching of the cushion and stop yourself from rolling too far. The redhead's mane now flowed directly before you. She must have recently showered because a humid warmth came from it, as well as a powerfully intoxicating fragrance. Each individual strand was perfectly straight, having likely been formed that way by their owner's careful hand. The heat from the straightener was still present, wafting some residual warmth into you. A powerful urge made you want to climb into that wonderful mane. To surround yourself in those giant strands of hair, wrap yourself in them like blankets, and sit within them, smelling their magnificent scent.

But you had to keep moving. With great effort, you tore your mind away from the intoxicating beauty of the redhead and forced yourself back along your path. Slowly but surely, you reached the other side of the couch. As you made your way down towards the armrest, you glanced back at the two women. You're were smart to have run along to the top of the couch. Had you gone along the fields of cushions, you would probably be pinned under Natalie Veronica's bubble butt...again.

“What's Sarah doing?” Mary-Jean was asking.

“She's about to step in the shower.” Natalie replied. Good. You had plenty of time then.

Your hopes about the jar proved to be, mercifully, correct. The table it sat on was right along the edge of the armrest, making it very easy to climb onto. All of the cotton was waded alongside the jar, forming a mound that could be used to reach the top. You climbed onto the white balls of puff and reach the opening. Then, you grabbed some of the fluff. At your size, it was much heavier, almost absurdly so. But you were still able to lift it. You held it close to you chest, took a deep breath, and jumped into the jar. Your fall was cushioned by the puffy ball, which you laid atop, a wave of blissful relief filling you. Finally, you were back where you belonged. Sarah would eventually come looking for you and, when she found the jar, you would be rediscovered. No longer would you be assumed to be a tiny bug to be crushed.

That's when you felt a powerful quake.

“HEY MARE!” A voice roared into the room and echoed loudly in the confines of the jar. Your hands clasped your ears, which painfully rang. A tremor. Then another. Fast and powerful. The jar rattled on the table so hard you felt it not only in your bones but in your very sole. Then, a figure loomed above. “I'M HERE!”

You looked up. A new woman towered over the jar. You saw a striped wall of orange and white, wrapped around a generous swell of bosom that stretched out far (but not as much as the mother, Mary-Jean). Above those mountains were two bright blue eyes, magnified slightly behind spectacles that sparkled in the overhead lights. A mane of vibrant blonde hair sat atop her head, wrapped in a neat ponytail. Her eyes widened.

“NATTY!” She bellowed. Her voice! Christ! She only seemed to have one volume; LOUD! “Hi!”

“Hey Val!” Natalie Veronica, whose voice seemed quiet and serene by comparison, happily replied.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO UP TOO?” The blonde boomed.

She began to turn. To look at the TV? Something else? You didn't know. But you looked down to see the table was hip high. As she turned, you were graced with something your puny mind wasn't even slightly ready to comprehend. You had been exposed to the backside of Natalie Veronica, whose shapely posterior had been shared with you the previous night, not entirely against your will. But this; this was something else. A new precedent was being set. Natalie's rear had been like staring up and seeing the moon before you. This was like standing before Jupiter itself. The sheer magnitude of ass that was before you was simply mindblowing. It defied explanation and measurement. Nothing seemed capable of defining its sheer mass. It broke down all known methods of comprehension. You mind simply could not accept it. It felt like it was actively trying to reject it more than even try to understand. This woman's rear was so big that it simply could not fit in your microscopic doors of perception.

It was also swinging dangerously close to the table.

The jar rattled hard as the planet shaped ass bumped it hard. This time, however, it did not straighten itself out and rolled across the wood. This brought you back a bit. Enough to realize that if your “home rolled off the table, you would be caught in an explosion of glass. Would the shrapnel cut through you? That was not a question you wanted the answer to. Fortunately, the fates were merciful and the jar merely rolled onto the couch. It was a terrible, disorienting ride, but you managed to hold onto your cotton ball.

“HA! WHOOPS!” The blonde's voice boomed through the jar.

“Val, for goodness sake...” Mary-Jean's distant voice.

“HEY, YOU KNOW I CAN'T HELP IT.” Another boom, this one a very sharp, piercing (and somehow fleshy) report shot through the jar. Again, your ears rang with pain. “Big booty problems and all that. You know what I'm talking about, right, Nat?” The ringing was so loud it actually gave her voice a brief run for its money. Natalie responded but her voice was distant and drowned out entirely by the ringing. “OH DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T! YOU KNOW -EXACTLY- WHAT I MEAN! HAHA!” Her emotions were high and her voice matched it.

This woman was too much. She had only been in the room for seconds and yet she had nearly ruptured your eardrums and driven your mind to the brink of insanity. A powerful aura seemed to radiate off her. Her energy filled the room and you were but a speck. Not long ago, you had equated Mary-Jean to an angry Goddess as her powerful anger had filled your entire perception. But now she seemed like a minnow compared to the monstrosity of this woman, this blonde tower of curves with a booming, almost celestial voice.

The jar shook violently. Just by the force alone, you already knew whose possession it was in. So it didn't surprise you when a bright blue eye was staring in.

“YOU MEAN IN HERE?” The celestial voice boomed. “I HEARD ABOUT THAT SATELLITE THING!” The eye peered, practically sparkling with intense curiosity that you could practically feel deep within your soul. Then, it peered off to the side. “HA! YOU NEVER HEAR ABOUT ANYTHING, MARE!” Mary-Jean's protesting voice was heard, but too far to hear over the ringing. The blue eye peered back.

You felt the jar begin to tilt...