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December 26th, 2021

Heya it’s Kay… happy holidays everyone!!! I’m going to preface this by saying this blog is going to be gross… I decided to treat myself and my mother to a day of being her fart filter. I woke up early Christmas morning and sent my mother a message. I gave her some lie saying I had a headache and that I was going to find somewhere dark and quiet to rest till I felt better. I planned this all night, I was so clever that I even began to act sick the night before! Now that I had my alibi in place I could sneak around the house. I felt like a tiny (perverted) Santa Claus, skulking around the house at 4:30am.

Like last time I’d entered my mother’s room, I looked around and I could see my mother on her stomach snoring loudly and the panties were on the ground where she left them last time, the pouch was very accessible and welcoming. I didn’t waste any time, I climbed back into the pouch but I’ll admit… knowing how long I’d be stuck in here, and the hell I would endure gave me cold feet, I didn’t want to lock myself back in. I took a few minutes to calm down… even though I’d convinced myself that this was a horrible idea. I was actually about to leave but then I’ll yanked the clasp! The half of me that wanted this was much more quick to act than my more logical half… the elastic snugged up tight around me forcing all the air out of my lungs. “SHIT” was all I could say to myself as I felt instant regret for my actions and Wether I wanted this or not, it was happening…

Part of me was happy I pulled the clasp while the other half was screaming at me for being so stupid… my mother doesn’t take any breaks during Christmas and with a family gathering to prepare for today was about to get very long. I took the time that I had while waiting for her to wake up to start practicing inhaling and holding my breathe hoping to teach myself some ways to preserve air… i was mostly just hyperventilating though. The next thought that crossed my head was, if she put her glasses on and found me… how do I explain this?! I was obviously having a bit of an anxiety attack.

Then I heard the delightful jingling of my mother’s cell phone alarm… it hadn’t been all that long since I got trapped in here. I watched my mother slap her phone and groan. She laid in bed for a few minutes before the alarm sounded again and this time it was a Christmas song jingling. My mother sat up in bed rather quickly as it dawned on her it was Christmas morning. I’ve never seen a human more excited for Christmas than her. My mother sat up and got out of bed. Though it was like our brains were on the same wavelength as she headed for the panties and smirked seeing the blurred vision of the pouch having a tiny in it “mmmhm I was hoping you’d get me a Christmas present~” my mother then squatted down and snatched me up… she did a very quick inspection of me but all she recognized was that I was the same tiny from the past two times. “It is you~ I’m shocked you’ve survived Julia this long… I might actually just keep you since you keep coming back to me, would you like that?~”

I heard a pause in her voice as she seemed to linger that’s when she asked if I wanted to be her new tiny… she wanted a fucking answer! I didn’t want to talk, I froze up completely… though I quickly snapped out of the anxiety and my brain began to answer on auto pilot. I even changed my voice but I knew any answer other than yes was the wrong one so… I agreed. I gave myself to her. She was obviously elated by this, she seemed so happy with her new toy, at least she didn’t know it was me yet. I’d have to escape before she found out that her own daughter agreed to be her slave.

She then began to walk towards her ensuite bathroom and she dropped me on the ground playfully, she began to lay down ground rules for her pet. She called them Maria’s 6 commandments which she dictated to me while she prepared for her morning by brushing her teeth and using the bathroom right infront of me.

1- I was only to serve her, if I was caught serving Julia it was now punishable by death

2- my new bed would be either in the panties I was currently in or one of her gym shoes

3- i was to thank her for all gifts she gave me including the less than desirable ones

4- I was to run her feet every night as she went to bed

5- I was to call her goddess only

6- I was to worship her with my entire being.

All these rules actually turned me on… and seemed easy enough to abide by. the only issue was that if I was to actually carry this out she’d find out that her new tiny was actually just her perverted tiny daughter… she would kill me. The plan was to go through the day and then never go back into these panties again.

Then my mother stepped into the holes of the panties and bent over pushing her massive ass out and she dragged me up to seal me in for the day. My body was dragged all the way in, my body was pressed tightly against her asshole that twitched delightfully as it felt my bodies presence. My mother continued to walk towards her bedroom to get changed. Her asscheeks ground against my body with each step, the fat globes squeezed and squished my tiny body. I could feel her dragging up her pants and with how tight it got she must’ve been wearing her jeans… of course she picked clothing that doesn’t breathe.

I’ll be honest if you told me 2 months ago I would be spending my Christmas like this, I would’ve called you crazy! Maria began going about her day as she had to prepare a feast for her family. she hadn’t even started yet and I could feel her thick ass beginning to sweat! I was able to hear the light groaning of her guts as they were waking up and probably filling with her morning cup of coffee. I could also hear a muffled humming as she seemed to be singing Christmas songs. I was kinda loving this, but then I heard my mother speak “now… it’s breakfast time, get eating little one, I need you to have energy for me all day~” then with that statement she pulled the panties up tighter. I knew exactly what she had wanted from me so I obliged.

As my mother moved around the kitchen I began to lick the excitedly twitching hole that was before me, I just closed my eyes and did it. I didn’t think about my actions or who I was doing this too… I just started. I could taste an earthy, salty film on her muscle. I didn’t stop, I could even hear my mother moaning slightly though her ass cheeks. I knew I had to continue but then I felt my confines getting tighter and tighter as my mother sat down and her soft fat cheeks squeezed me between them. She was eating her breakfast at the same time… I only knew because I could hear her stomach getting more active and I could hear it’s growling. My face was mashed into the hole, it was almost swallowing my head. My chest felt like it was collapsing but I stayed intact.

I wanted to be a good slave for my mother, I didn’t stop the worship and she seemed delighted by that, even gently grinding her ass against the seat. I listened in horror as my mother’s guts got more and more vocal. She made a comment that was startling “ughhh coffee always gets my guts churning” I could hear a deep gurgling noise with her guts, there was no way this was starting already. I then felt as my mother leaned to the side and her asshole opened up and I felt a low pressure, rather quiet wind fill my lungs as it almost seeped out. The gas wasn’t awful but it had a distinct spoiled and rotten egg smell. I could taste this one which was less than pleasant, then she just sat back down sealing me in! I spent the better part of 20 minutes under her where I was left with the stale smell.

It was mostly calm after she stood up from breakfast, she honestly treated me as if I wasn’t even there. I rarely took breaks from paying the hole infront of me attention. Other than the incessant smashing of my body between my moms sweating cheeks it was pleasant, she didn’t seem gassy quite yet which was a relief but I could hear something in her stomach brewing. I had just hoped she went easy on herself with breakfast. Minutes, and hours past as I was trapped in the ass Whilst she prepared a meal that wouldn’t get the chance to eat, and admittedly I didn’t care.

I loved being her ass slave while she went about her day, I mean her ass quickly went swampy and the sweat was incredibly unpleasant and even overwhelming at times. I began to loose track of time until I heard her call Julia out for a quick lunch time snack. It was only noon?! My mother once again sat down to eat. I was again squeezed by her ass but this time as she ate, her ass was less than forgiving and she began to put her fart filter to use. She didn’t even lean, my mother ass exploded right in my face and the thick soupy gas caused me to fight against my confines. It quickly invaded my lungs and burned my eyes. I could taste shit, it was horrible. The gas was so rancid and it wasn’t going anywhere. She just stayed seated on me though no one complained about the smell so maybe I was actually doing a good job. As they wrapped up lunch my mom was certain to give me one more fart. This one was louder than it was pungent, My ears still hurt from it.

Then she continued on with her day, cleaning up from lunch while my body was being tortured. The stench of her gas took forever to disappear but it was just replaced by the passive stench of her swamp ass. Honestly this was absolute hell but I was getting used to it, except when my mother would bend over and my face would enter her uhm… hole. Let’s just say the inside of her is not exactly luxurious. The worst part is I wanted to explore it deeper but I was in this dumb pouch… I wonder if I could even get out by myself? I spent most of my time being trapped cleaning my mother’s hole and feeling her ass grinding against my entire body.

The night continued on and the family eventually sat down for dinner and I was once again pressed into her ass, though her gas seemed to calm down, the torrential streams of sweat coming from her ass were drowning me… I was forced to swallow it as to not die from such a stupid cause. I was forced to listen to my family eating and having a good time. I wish I could’ve at least smelt the meals… well at least while it was fresh, by the sounds of it my mother was completely stuffing her face with food which I knew would only upset her stomach.

Her ass became rather active with only small toots as she ate, there was rarely a moment When I wasn’t inhaling her gas, I swear I’ve lost brain cells because of it… as she was nearing the end of the meal, I heard an awful wet glorping noise and her awhile tensed up… I knew what that sound was… I prayed she wouldn’t try to push out a fart because I was certain there was more than that waiting behind the hole. My mom quickly excused herself and trotted off the the bathroom.

As she sat on the toilet I was pulled down and given my first breath of fresh air, I looked out the window and could see it was dark again… that’s when I saw my mother looking down between her legs and she made a face. There was a lot wet explosive noise as she forced the contents of her bowels out into the toilet and she let out a sigh… she was still playful too, she continued to say “I bet your glad I didn’t tempt fate on that one or maybe you’d rather go into the bowl for a sh…. wait” I noticed her eyebrow raising as she looked down at me, she seemed confused and when looked up at her I noticed one horrible detail… her glasses were on. Oh fuck this was bad and that’s when I hear her shocked voice “K-KAYLA?!” She fucking saw me… honestly I could’ve died from the embarrassment, but at least she didn’t give me the front row seat she was threatening me with… heh

She was embarrassed as well… I can’t imagine what it would feel like to learn that you’d been getting worshiped and pleasured by your tiny daughter… she began to interrogate me and I explained to her my desires and that it honestly started as an accident, that I hadn’t intended the first two times… I even told her that I wanted to treat her for Christmas which she blushed at. Though she was incredibly disapproving and I even asked how she’d feel if I wanted to continue to serve her… she just seemed very uncomfortable and told me that she “would like to forget this even happened” which was discouraging to hear…

I’m not going to force myself on her but I’m thinking I probably shouldn’t put myself in situations like that again with her… I was lucky enough not to be sent to live with my aunt or something. I watched as she then began to free me from my confines she made it abundantly clear that I could’ve died doing what I did… I knew that, and accepted the risks but she wasn’t ready to hear that. She quickly cleaned me off and headed to my room with me… she then set me in my bed and gave me a rather upset look, she told me to stay until the night ended.

So I did… I waited for hours and she eventually came back, she was still upset with me but not much. We had a long talk about my actions and why I did what I did. She was mostly curious why I willingly went back in for torture after explaining how I clot trapped the first time…I tried my best to explain myself, she didn’t seem to understand it but she tried… so I guess that’s something… at the end of the day it was a great Christmas and I know my mom enjoyed me for most of the day… I just hope I didn’t disappoint her too much. I just happy Julia doesn’t know yet… she wouldn’t let me live it down.

Anyways, I’ll have to avoid my mother when exploring all this more but it might be for the best, I wouldn’t want to upset her any further. On a lighter note, This experience only furthered my want to continue explore this and I don’t plan to let this hiccup stop me and next week is New Years, we are going to have some people over so hopefully I can find a little fun from that gathering to share with you guys!

Till next time, Kay?

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December 26th, 2021

Heya it’s Kay… happy holidays everyone!!! I’m going to preface this by saying this blog is going to be gross… I decided to treat myself and my mother to a day of being her fart filter. I woke up early Christmas morning and sent my mother a message. I gave her some lie saying I had a headache and that I was going to find somewhere dark and quiet to rest till I felt better. I planned this all night, I was so clever that I even began to act sick the night before! Now that I had my alibi in place I could sneak around the house. I felt like a tiny (perverted) Santa Claus, skulking around the house at 4:30am.

Like last time I’d entered my mother’s room, I looked around and I could see my mother on her stomach snoring loudly and the panties were on the ground where she left them last time, the pouch was very accessible and welcoming. I didn’t waste any time, I climbed back into the pouch but I’ll admit… knowing how long I’d be stuck in here, and the hell I would endure gave me cold feet, I didn’t want to lock myself back in. I took a few minutes to calm down… even though I’d convinced myself that this was a horrible idea. I was actually about to leave but then I’ll yanked the clasp! The half of me that wanted this was much more quick to act than my more logical half… the elastic snugged up tight around me forcing all the air out of my lungs. “SHIT” was all I could say to myself as I felt instant regret for my actions and Wether I wanted this or not, it was happening…

Part of me was happy I pulled the clasp while the other half was screaming at me for being so stupid… my mother doesn’t take any breaks during Christmas and with a family gathering to prepare for today was about to get very long. I took the time that I had while waiting for her to wake up to start practicing inhaling and holding my breathe hoping to teach myself some ways to preserve air… i was mostly just hyperventilating though. The next thought that crossed my head was, if she put her glasses on and found me… how do I explain this?! I was obviously having a bit of an anxiety attack.

Then I heard the delightful jingling of my mother’s cell phone alarm… it hadn’t been all that long since I got trapped in here. I watched my mother slap her phone and groan. She laid in bed for a few minutes before the alarm sounded again and this time it was a Christmas song jingling. My mother sat up in bed rather quickly as it dawned on her it was Christmas morning. I’ve never seen a human more excited for Christmas than her. My mother sat up and got out of bed. Though it was like our brains were on the same wavelength as she headed for the panties and smirked seeing the blurred vision of the pouch having a tiny in it “mmmhm I was hoping you’d get me a Christmas present~” my mother then squatted down and snatched me up… she did a very quick inspection of me but all she recognized was that I was the same tiny from the past two times. “It is you~ I’m shocked you’ve survived Julia this long… I might actually just keep you since you keep coming back to me, would you like that?~”

I heard a pause in her voice as she seemed to linger that’s when she asked if I wanted to be her new tiny… she wanted a fucking answer! I didn’t want to talk, I froze up completely… though I quickly snapped out of the anxiety and my brain began to answer on auto pilot. I even changed my voice but I knew any answer other than yes was the wrong one so… I agreed. I gave myself to her. She was obviously elated by this, she seemed so happy with her new toy, at least she didn’t know it was me yet. I’d have to escape before she found out that her own daughter agreed to be her slave.

She then began to walk towards her ensuite bathroom and she dropped me on the ground playfully, she began to lay down ground rules for her pet. She called them Maria’s 6 commandments which she dictated to me while she prepared for her morning by brushing her teeth and using the bathroom right infront of me.

1- I was only to serve her, if I was caught serving Julia it was now punishable by death

2- my new bed would be either in the panties I was currently in or one of her gym shoes

3- i was to thank her for all gifts she gave me including the less than desirable ones

4- I was to run her feet every night as she went to bed

5- I was to call her goddess only

6- I was to worship her with my entire being.

All these rules actually turned me on… and seemed easy enough to abide by. the only issue was that if I was to actually carry this out she’d find out that her new tiny was actually just her perverted tiny daughter… she would kill me. The plan was to go through the day and then never go back into these panties again.

Then my mother stepped into the holes of the panties and bent over pushing her massive ass out and she dragged me up to seal me in for the day. My body was dragged all the way in, my body was pressed tightly against her asshole that twitched delightfully as it felt my bodies presence. My mother continued to walk towards her bedroom to get changed. Her asscheeks ground against my body with each step, the fat globes squeezed and squished my tiny body. I could feel her dragging up her pants and with how tight it got she must’ve been wearing her jeans… of course she picked clothing that doesn’t breathe.

I’ll be honest if you told me 2 months ago I would be spending my Christmas like this, I would’ve called you crazy! Maria began going about her day as she had to prepare a feast for her family. she hadn’t even started yet and I could feel her thick ass beginning to sweat! I was able to hear the light groaning of her guts as they were waking up and probably filling with her morning cup of coffee. I could also hear a muffled humming as she seemed to be singing Christmas songs. I was kinda loving this, but then I heard my mother speak “now… it’s breakfast time, get eating little one, I need you to have energy for me all day~” then with that statement she pulled the panties up tighter. I knew exactly what she had wanted from me so I obliged.

As my mother moved around the kitchen I began to lick the excitedly twitching hole that was before me, I just closed my eyes and did it. I didn’t think about my actions or who I was doing this too… I just started. I could taste an earthy, salty film on her muscle. I didn’t stop, I could even hear my mother moaning slightly though her ass cheeks. I knew I had to continue but then I felt my confines getting tighter and tighter as my mother sat down and her soft fat cheeks squeezed me between them. She was eating her breakfast at the same time… I only knew because I could hear her stomach getting more active and I could hear it’s growling. My face was mashed into the hole, it was almost swallowing my head. My chest felt like it was collapsing but I stayed intact.

I wanted to be a good slave for my mother, I didn’t stop the worship and she seemed delighted by that, even gently grinding her ass against the seat. I listened in horror as my mother’s guts got more and more vocal. She made a comment that was startling “ughhh coffee always gets my guts churning” I could hear a deep gurgling noise with her guts, there was no way this was starting already. I then felt as my mother leaned to the side and her asshole opened up and I felt a low pressure, rather quiet wind fill my lungs as it almost seeped out. The gas wasn’t awful but it had a distinct spoiled and rotten egg smell. I could taste this one which was less than pleasant, then she just sat back down sealing me in! I spent the better part of 20 minutes under her where I was left with the stale smell.

It was mostly calm after she stood up from breakfast, she honestly treated me as if I wasn’t even there. I rarely took breaks from paying the hole infront of me attention. Other than the incessant smashing of my body between my moms sweating cheeks it was pleasant, she didn’t seem gassy quite yet which was a relief but I could hear something in her stomach brewing. I had just hoped she went easy on herself with breakfast. Minutes, and hours past as I was trapped in the ass Whilst she prepared a meal that wouldn’t get the chance to eat, and admittedly I didn’t care.

I loved being her ass slave while she went about her day, I mean her ass quickly went swampy and the sweat was incredibly unpleasant and even overwhelming at times. I began to loose track of time until I heard her call Julia out for a quick lunch time snack. It was only noon?! My mother once again sat down to eat. I was again squeezed by her ass but this time as she ate, her ass was less than forgiving and she began to put her fart filter to use. She didn’t even lean, my mother ass exploded right in my face and the thick soupy gas caused me to fight against my confines. It quickly invaded my lungs and burned my eyes. I could taste shit, it was horrible. The gas was so rancid and it wasn’t going anywhere. She just stayed seated on me though no one complained about the smell so maybe I was actually doing a good job. As they wrapped up lunch my mom was certain to give me one more fart. This one was louder than it was pungent, My ears still hurt from it.

Then she continued on with her day, cleaning up from lunch while my body was being tortured. The stench of her gas took forever to disappear but it was just replaced by the passive stench of her swamp ass. Honestly this was absolute hell but I was getting used to it, except when my mother would bend over and my face would enter her uhm… hole. Let’s just say the inside of her is not exactly luxurious. The worst part is I wanted to explore it deeper but I was in this dumb pouch… I wonder if I could even get out by myself? I spent most of my time being trapped cleaning my mother’s hole and feeling her ass grinding against my entire body.

The night continued on and the family eventually sat down for dinner and I was once again pressed into her ass, though her gas seemed to calm down, the torrential streams of sweat coming from her ass were drowning me… I was forced to swallow it as to not die from such a stupid cause. I was forced to listen to my family eating and having a good time. I wish I could’ve at least smelt the meals… well at least while it was fresh, by the sounds of it my mother was completely stuffing her face with food which I knew would only upset her stomach.

Her ass became rather active with only small toots as she ate, there was rarely a moment When I wasn’t inhaling her gas, I swear I’ve lost brain cells because of it… as she was nearing the end of the meal, I heard an awful wet glorping noise and her awhile tensed up… I knew what that sound was… I prayed she wouldn’t try to push out a fart because I was certain there was more than that waiting behind the hole. My mom quickly excused herself and trotted off the the bathroom.

As she sat on the toilet I was pulled down and given my first breath of fresh air, I looked out the window and could see it was dark again… that’s when I saw my mother looking down between her legs and she made a face. There was a lot wet explosive noise as she forced the contents of her bowels out into the toilet and she let out a sigh… she was still playful too, she continued to say “I bet your glad I didn’t tempt fate on that one or maybe you’d rather go into the bowl for a sh…. wait” I noticed her eyebrow raising as she looked down at me, she seemed confused and when looked up at her I noticed one horrible detail… her glasses were on. Oh fuck this was bad and that’s when I hear her shocked voice “K-KAYLA?!” She fucking saw me… honestly I could’ve died from the embarrassment, but at least she didn’t give me the front row seat she was threatening me with… heh

She was embarrassed as well… I can’t imagine what it would feel like to learn that you’d been getting worshiped and pleasured by your tiny daughter… she began to interrogate me and I explained to her my desires and that it honestly started as an accident, that I hadn’t intended the first two times… I even told her that I wanted to treat her for Christmas which she blushed at. Though she was incredibly disapproving and I even asked how she’d feel if I wanted to continue to serve her… she just seemed very uncomfortable and told me that she “would like to forget this even happened” which was discouraging to hear…

I’m not going to force myself on her but I’m thinking I probably shouldn’t put myself in situations like that again with her… I was lucky enough not to be sent to live with my aunt or something. I watched as she then began to free me from my confines she made it abundantly clear that I could’ve died doing what I did… I knew that, and accepted the risks but she wasn’t ready to hear that. She quickly cleaned me off and headed to my room with me… she then set me in my bed and gave me a rather upset look, she told me to stay until the night ended.

So I did… I waited for hours and she eventually came back, she was still upset with me but not much. We had a long talk about my actions and why I did what I did. She was mostly curious why I willingly went back in for torture after explaining how I clot trapped the first time…I tried my best to explain myself, she didn’t seem to understand it but she tried… so I guess that’s something… at the end of the day it was a great Christmas and I know my mom enjoyed me for most of the day… I just hope I didn’t disappoint her too much. I just happy Julia doesn’t know yet… she wouldn’t let me live it down.

Anyways, I’ll have to avoid my mother when exploring all this more but it might be for the best, I wouldn’t want to upset her any further. On a lighter note, This experience only furthered my want to continue explore this and I don’t plan to let this hiccup stop me and next week is New Years, we are going to have some people over so hopefully I can find a little fun from that gathering to share with you guys!

Till next time, Kay?