In the Stomach of Her Mothers

The Kinky Times with Her Mothers
B_25 & Alexshark

Lucky stood before the towering door of the house, craning her neck and leaning back, unable then to see the top of the frame. With a glance over her shoulder, she waved to the distant car, the caretakers that had watched over her for so long.

And their hands appeared out of the window, waving back, a promise in of itself of this not being the end.

Which made it easier to watch them drive away.

Fetching a hand into the tightness that was the pocket of her jeans, Lucky pulled out her phone, flipping it out, a few presses of the keys to reach Principal Celestia. The message was simple. Here. Yet her thumb hovered over the button that would send the text.

Getting adopted at eighteen... ain't that a swirl? Better than never I guess. Or something like that. The surrounding expanse of stone had rendered the step into a stadium for the girl. Yet the gigantic size of the world did little to scare her nowadays. Going to be impossible living on my own, that is, until I create a better system for being independent. So maybe this won't be so bad.

Principal Celestia had taken an interest in the tiny ever since the incident of Sunset Shimmer and, upon examining her file to learn the girl was still up for adoption, contemplated the matter only for a night and made the call the next morning. Of course the tiny had gone missing for the weekend. Presumed to be with a friend.

Though that wasn't quite the case.

Being inside that stomach had been an experience unto itself. Of being trapped within that slender tummy of blue as that chamber of flesh encased her. Through the skin and the flesh to the confines at the center of the giant. It was there the tiny had slid down and been spat inside of. Light splashes of water against her bare bottom as she settled within the sac.

It'd taken some adjusting to as faint light illuminated the setting somehow. Rumbles quaked throughout as distant and muffled sounds and voices seeped into the cell. Soon the world rose as the body encasing the place laid down. Soon everything rocked, forward and back, a rhythm of rawness, of dirtiness, permeating it all.

Lucky had simply ridden it out as she tumbled within the tummy, sloshed around with the waters there, feeling her ass sink into the flesh, clumps of the stuff nestling between her legs. Entering the stomach naked allowed her easy access to begin enjoying herself. A clump of flesh caught and rode between her thighs as the lubricated surface rubbed into her pussy.

While the giants fucked in the beyond.

Fear settled once the giants had finished. Lucky laid back inside Luna's stomach as the giant laid back herself. Her hand traced and drew circles over the curves of her front, digits appreciating the subtle depth of the lines—loving stroking what she had forgotten was there.

Lucky became worried as the world inside the chamber rocker about, side to side and slowly rising, a distant wiggle sinking inward, the movement of a girl working herself in a pair of pants. The tiny stood up, walking to the other side of the chamber, placing her hands onto the wall.

Pushing out to great restrain as the skin on the other side bulged in a space littler than an inch. Something went unnoticed as a blacktop fell over the exposed tummy. Lucky swore the chamber darkened as movement resumed and the light sloshing of the scene rocked her into a light sleep.

Luna began to walk around the halls of the school and forgot the tiny passenger trapped in her stomach, jostled around, lightly, every step of her feet and each sway of her hips. This lulled Lucky to sleep. She'd awaken hours later to noodles the size of giant serpents coiled within the pit. Instant noodles.

Reclining into the wall of the chamber, she placed a hand on her stomach, feeling a rumble there as well. Without choice was how she approached the hill of eaten foods where they would be tried a second time. All while Luna sat on a chair before a table, or leaned back on a couch, eating noodles from a cup.. unaware of the tiny trapped in that tight tummy of hers.

Followed, of course, by the sisters fucking like crazy.

Y-Yeah... Lucky turned her head and coughed into her shoulder, clicking the button to send the text, enduring the tingle of a blush. These sisters were closer and less shameful than the average pair. Despite knowing this, Lucky was here, bound by more reasons than one. This should be interesting. Chaos is better than boredom or something like that.

There came a click from the heavens as the tiny stepped back from the door, seeing its great size pushed into a swing, requiring an impossible amount of force, the squeaks of the hinges nearly too loud to have its full sound comprehended. Day became night as the shadow of the giant passed over the land of stone like the moon across the expanse of a desert.

High above and taller than the sky itself was the imposing figure of the woman befitting a princess. Legs like towers building in thickness as the starting of the thighs were too great for the eye. Skirt instead of jeans as the fabric dome teased the white bridge of underwear snug in their hug across the hills of those supple mounds.

It's not often a lady can knock out the look of a school-girl.

That view greatened as the helm of the skirt exposed the tautness of the belly above. White and slender with a lane of curved muscles worthy of a portrait. That narrow glimpse of paradise ended with a white tank-top leading to a view above the clouds—where mountains of plushness hung in the sky, supported by the top, spreading out the fabric as they dropped to the downward lean of her new mother.

“Lucky! So glad you made it here!”

Lucky's face twitched at being pressed before the giantess while fighting the subtle urge to run away; out from the heavens came the swipe of two up-turned palms. Settling like ships at her sides with one slightly rolling her onto the other.

Could the surface have been made of marshmallows? Possible as the tiny girl was on her knees on the clumps of white, soft to being warmly gooey, taut padding to the muscles buried within the hand. It rose and winds crashed downward as the world around blurred ever upward.

Slowing and settling in reaching the sky, of course, to a massive face composing the horizon. The woman smiled before drawing the girl in, a turn of the head to reveal a cheek the size of a hill, the tiny pushed into it, sinking, as it rubbed lovingly over her. “I'm so glad you made it here safe. I hope you find everything you were looking for and ever more in living with us.”

“I-I... hope so too.” Lucky coughed as her waist leaned into the cheek but her chest pulled away. Personal space became sacrificed as she sighed and hugged the cheek, collecting the plushness within her hold, trusting herself to an intimacy never before tried. “That I can be a decent daughter to you two and give you, well, hehe, w-whatever the heck a mother looks for in a daughter.”

“Easiest question in all of the world.” The cheek pulled away into the distance as Lucky reclined onto the retreating palm. Two pools of glimmering rose loomed before her. “For you to be happy and to be yourself. Student after student graduate my school, and yet, I feel as though I've hardly raised any of them.”

Celestia sighed. “That's been a longing that's been aching deeply inside my sister and I. You may not warm to it easily, b-but, you are always free... to call me your mother or mom. But if that's too far—“

“N-No.” Lucky turned her head and coughed, blushing profusely, feeling protected by the fingers arched over her. “I'm, uh, kinda in this for the same reason as you two. Always been the joking and witty kind of girl. When it comes to someone being there for me... it's always been just me. It becomes easier to handle as the years go by.”

Lucky dipped her chin and gazed at her legs. “If for the numbness that comes from living that life for so long. Then I meant Sunset and she turned that around. Dealing with her meant that I would need help beyond myself... and ironically enough, that help came from her.”

She then gazed over the field of alabaster skin to the face attentive in the distance. “It's because of being with her... and from being loved by her... and loving her... that I realized I want a bit more of a life for myself.” She inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply. “So that's why I have no problems calling you mom, mom.”

Another cough. “Said that twice didn't I?”

Lips collapsed over her frame and, even in lying back, nothing could hold back the plushness. They settled and flattened and enveloped Lucky within the love behind the kiss. Ending her struggles, she let it engulf her, the softness and warmth becoming pleasant.

“And I'm glad you did,” Celestia whispered as her kiss floated away from those milky lands, “little daughter of mine. Shall we head on inside?”

“I think I would like that.”

The tour of the house was hard in knowing that which lurked behind her. Lucky sat crossed-leg on the open palm as it was held below the chest of the giant. That chest which, the size of mountains that were composed of squish, had forgone a bra for the sake of a loose tank-top.

Those boobs rose like monsters and crashed like the sea at every stomp of the giantess. Jostles and wobbles as they bounced outward and shook right back. The fabric pronounced the round curve of their shape, never leaving a mystery to their minute location, the sound of crashing breasts louder and better than any waterfall.

So I'm already a pervert for mommy? What the hell is wrong with me? Genuine things can't last for long—can they?

Celestia had shown the house from the kitchen to the room, two rooms upstairs, one bedroom and one guest—the latter now Lucky's own. The tiny had turned while sitting to stare so high above the mountain of a head above. Celestia's face slowly arched down to see her.

“You two share a room?”

“Luna and I are abnormally close as sisters... as you may or may not have gleamed.” Those giant eyes narrowed slightly and sliced into subtext, a game and a mystery both of them were aware of. It felt like a tease. But a tease about what? “We have no qualms about staying in the same else or sharing the same room. Allows our lives to be more affordable.”

The walk returned to its show-and-tell nature as the Lucky took in the wonders of her new home. The final door pulled back to reveal the great space of a chamber. Walls skyrocketing to heaven with a window on two of the four to provide a glimpse of such a place. Deserts worth of carpet loomed below with a closest tucked at one end.

“This is your room.” Celestia giggled. “It might be bigger than you're used to.”

“This... might be a little much.”

“Perhaps the space but never the privacy.” Celesta leaned forward as the rest of her figure lowered. Lucky looked behind to see those massive boobs dropping in the same between the arms with the slight fear of them falling upon her as well. “Let's get your stuff set up first. We can see what should be done after that.”

Lucky had been set on the floor and the giantess thundered into the hall to retrieve the inventory of the tiny. One trip was all it took. The duo then began work. Celestia worked with the bigger objects like the miniature house hooked to the room itself, possessing running water and working electricity, allowing for a normal size to the tiny girl.

Outside of the door of the house was where the lone fingertips would drop the cardboard boxes full of items. Lucky would come to them and wave to the finger. She'd then squat, picking two of them up, a stumble and a turn back into the home. There she took care of interior decorating.

While the windows of the set revealed the woman in the distance, sitting in a corner and setting a playground of material, ladders and ropes ascending to platforms, zip lines electorally powered to assist in travel across the corners of the room.

Once all the fundamental stuff had been sorted, however, the giantess rose from her knees and took to the sky. Her voice boomed in having to get dinner started. Lucky paused before the window to strike a thumbs up, which Celestia winked and smiled at, turning and leaving, offering a powerful view of her posterior.

Lucky. Stop it. You can't keep ogling your mother.

Her head leaned back and her eyes clenched.

It's a matter of time before she catches you doing it. And you're going to get in a lot of trouble. Two types of trouble. Either the trouble you like getting into or the trouble you REALLY don't want to get into. Wait. I guess both troubles are kinda like that... and I've stopped making sense again.

Dying sunlight laid across the glass and claimed the girl. Her eyes opened to the view of the rest of the room, empty and barren despite the zip-lines overhead and distant structures, not even one percent of the room taken up in belongings.

I'm going to have an aneurysm about filling the rest of this room.

Footsteps boomed from afar as light trembles quaked through the ground. Items left on the cabinet vibrated off and crashed onto the floor. Lucky rolled her head and groaned at the new precaution that would be needed for living here. Who had entered the room anyway?

Lucky walked back to the window to find out only for darkness to cast over it, a density of shadow followed by a body dropping from the sky, the crashing frame of a woman. The sprawling extent of Luna's body landed onto the ground as the impact reverberated throughout the surrounding miniature world.

“It would appear as though you are finding your way well.” Lucky couldn't even see the face of the other woman. Only the dark-blueness of her chin appeared at the top of the frame. It was her chest, that collapsed canyon, setting the background of the scene. Buttons were undone on that white shirt to reveal the milky azure of her cleavage. “This reminds me of when Celly and I used to play dolls. Used to play family too. Both of us would be mothers. It would appear as though the game still goes on.”

Lucky swallowed before setting her hand on the glass, able to look up from before it, seeing the looming face of Luna. Both hands supported her head as feet swam in the sky far in the distance. Was this a lazy teen bestowed a new toy to play with?

“Do not fear as you are vastly more than a doll to Celly and me.” Luna smiled while rolling into one palm, lowering the other to the window, pressing the mound of her pinkie onto the glass. Heat infused with the glass. “You are our daughter. Despite our past, this is what I would like to see you like... if you would like to do the same in reverse.”

Lucky exhaled tension and breathed in happiness. She nodded and smiled to the other that would be her mother. “T-Thanks mom. Or other mom. Something like that?”

“I'm sure one of those would suffice.” Luna smiled as she took her finger back, coming to glance over her shoulder. The emptiness of the room appeared as a problem too. “Give it to Celly to leave your room bare. Only a tiny girl like you gets to live special. We should get you a city in here, or a castle. Something unique and that could only be done unto you.”

Lucky blinked as the vastness of her problem became simplified by one's random thoughts. “That would... actually be a good idea.”

“Stomping through a city and pressing my cheek against the streets... all to find my little daughter... sipping coffee inside a cafe.” Luna closed her eyes and moaned as her hand crashed into the ground, pushing the full extent of her body into the air. “Oh yes. Something could be done about that rather indeed.”

Dinner had been silent and awkward with all three faint in conversation. All wanted to speak yet none could talk. Celestia had asked for Lucky's feelings on everything and, while nervousness was true, excitement for all that was next was equally the same.

Celestia carried Lucky to her room after the meal, offering final words and a kiss, wishing her goodnight. Set before the perch of her home, Lucky waved to the giantess as the monstrous feet retreated into the distance—the giant waving bye from the sky.

But Lucky couldn't sleep.

It'd been on her trip to the bathroom to relieve herself—desiring the longer walk and a small one placed next to the normal one—that other footstep quaked in the distance. Lucky had been snatched before realizing it. Turning on the surface of the palm revealed the close-up view of Luna's face.

“Little one,” Luna started with softness in her tone, “why are you out and up so late.”

“Trouble sleeping.” Lucky decided to lay back on the palm, supporting one hand to behind her head—like one watching the night sky. “The rule is to give up sleep after twenty minutes. Or else the next two hours will be in misery.”

“First time of our hearing of such a rule,” Luna replied with a giggle. Her other hand dropped and clasped to her waist, pushing it to the side. “But it certainly makes sense. Tell me if you are comfortable with it. Has our... previous encounter frightened you?”

“Nah.” In quickness came truth and the speed was always double in alleviating the troubles of a friend... more so for a mother. “I still enjoyed that a lot. Even if our dynamic has kinda, y'know, changed a little.”

Luna smiled at that.

“But I suppose it's the opposite of that,” Lucky continued. “There's so much space and so much silence in that room. I'm grateful to have it. But I've always been so used to living with others. Slot in the closet back at my previous home could store all that I needed. That, and I could hear everyone else in that room with me.”

“There were always others and there was always life around you.”

“Always thought I cut it solo... but I see now that wasn't the case before either.”

Luna smirked. “I think I may have a proposition that will work out for you.”

Lucky's mouth opened to ask but suddenly fingers soared upward from below the palm, coming softly at her sides, the force pinching, the pressure lifting her into the air. She was brought before the pair of lips, which kissed her gently, before being lowered into the valley of marshmallow aqua.

Her feet easily slipped into the slit of the warm cleavage with the same becoming true of her waist, the orbs rising at her sides, allowing her arms and head to rest into them. They sunk by inched to conform her spent body. No blanket could match their warmth—or bed could reach their softness.

“Perhaps you should sleep with Celly and I tonight—first anything are easier with others.” The voice floated above and vibrated into the skin behind. It lulled Lucky into sleep as the light jostles of the breast rocked her into slumber. “I hope, Lucky, that as much as you see Celestia a mother... you'll see the same with me.”

Lucky didn't fight that as the giantess strolled into the room, reaching the other side of the bed and sliding underneath the sheet—leaving her exposed chest in the open. As the two were about to sleep, the body next to them shifted, a light chuckle, the voice of the other.

“Also... Luna?” Celestia's tired voice came in with all the authority it possessed. “Next time you plan on bringing Lucky into our activities—try not to forget her in your stomach for three days. That, and the office is not meant for such playing.”

Both girls meeped as Luna rolled her head on the pillow and, inside her chest, Lucky did the same on the two washed over her.