The world becomes a jostling, humid darkness as Olga's ass cheeks clamp around you like a vice. You're wedged in there so tightly you can barely breathe, your nose pressed into the swampy stink of her ass sweat and the tangy aroma of prune juice farts.
And this is only when she started walking. You already fear what an entire marathon could do, but as it stands, your voice couldn't reach her that much since the crowds were louder. You decided to let it be and try to enjoy what's good about this circumstances.
Then you hear that the marathon is starting, the world bounces and rumbles around you. Her ass cheeks quake and ripple, grinding against your miniscule body from every angle. You're trapped in a sweaty, stinky vice of doughy flesh as she runs, the constant undulations and jostling throwing you about. It's like being rolled around in a dirty washing machine.
Every few minutes, a hot gust of gas blasts over you as Olga lets out another ripper. The tiny space fills with the eye-watering stench of fermented prunes juice churned by her already upsetting stomach. You gag and cough, lightheaded from the lack of air. Just as you start to pass out, another fart blasts you awake again.
This is pure hell. You didn't realize just how brutish and unrelenting Olga's ass would be in action. The constant grinding and quaking is like some kind of cruel, hyper-realistic Disneyland ride. You're jostled back and forth, ass cheeks clapping over your entire body.
Time loses all meaning as you're battered into semi-consciousness by the undulations of Olga's sweaty, prune-juice gassy ass. You slip in and out of awareness, knowing only the stink and the pressure and the constant, merciless motion.
At one point, you think you feel her stop running for a moment. A sliver of light spills in as one cheek lifts, and you catch a glimpse of her grinning face peeking back over her shoulder at you.
"How's the view back there?" she calls down to you with a snicker. "Hope you're enjoying the swampy-ass ride! We're only at mile 10 after all."
The cheek drops back down and you're plunged into the humid darkness once more. The bouncing resumes, jostling you into oblivion. You drift off, unsure if you're passing out or dying...