“I want you to pick me up and shove me between your enormous ass cheeks."
She nodded in submission and gently scooped you up, stretch the bands of her sweatpants and shoved you deep between her ample cheeks engulfing you entirely. Your face pressed against the soft, velvety skin, and you felt a strange tingling sensation overwhelm you.
As she cradled you in her behind, the world beyond her cheeks began to fade. The room, the night, slowly vanished. The only thing you could feel was the warmth and pressure around you, the pulse of her heart, and the rhythm of her breath. The time you spent embedded within her ass seemed to expand and contract, like waves lapping against the shore. Minutes turned into hours, and there was no sense of time or space. In a way, you had become one with her.
However, your ecstasy is fleeting. As Ass-Napper unconsciously clenches up her rear end and your entire world suddenly turns askew. The once warm, cushioned environment quickly turns into a pressing nightmare, squishing you with increasing intensity. With every passing moment, the pressure amplifies, causing immense pain to ripple through your minuscule body.
And then, a gust of hot wind assaults your minuscule form from behind. It was not the result of her clenching, instead an entirely different muscular function. Ass-Napper had farted, and she had done so without any regard for your tiny body. As her putrid hot wind reaches your nostrils, it assails your senses with a noxious blend of spices and curry, a not-so-pleasant memento of her latest culinary experiment. And as the force of her fart reaches its peak, you brace yourself against the crushing pressure of her ass cheeks, praying for the onslaught to end.
But Ass-Napper has no intention of ending the torment, as she’s incapable to hear your pleading voice under the soft doughy meat of her boulder-of-an-ass. With every twitch, clench, and gas, she exposes you to the foulest, most destructive environment your mind can conceive. All you could do is twitch and lay there, lost in your dreams of desires turned to freedom, the stench overwhelms you until all that remains is red and darkness, a final escape from your home invader’s ass.