Max racked his brain and tried to build up the courage to make the literal leap of faith, but was quickly distracted by Maddie.

“Whoopsie…”

Unbeknownst to Max, Maddie had just dropped her freshly rolled blunt, and bending at the waist, she dug around in the dirty clothes it had fallen into to find it again. This had unforeseen consequences for Max, as Maddie’s previously baggy sweatpants material was stretched taught over Maddie’s humongous butt as she bent, suddenly making it much harder for Max to hold on. ‘Luckily’, he was able to focus and do so without being flung off to who-knew-where in the messy room. Not so luckily, when Maddie found her blunt and stood back up… Max was pulled along with the suddenly loose again musty sweats material as her apparently very deep butt crack devoured the material into a horrible wedgie, incasing him in a claustrophobic, smothering tomb of horrendous-smelling chub and cloth.

His situation didn’t get any better as, still completely unaware of Max’s plight, Maddie finally plopped her chubby butt onto her (quite broken in) beanbag chair, which as she settled into its cloud-like embrace, only shoved Max even deeper into her hungry ass crack. Max tried to struggle and flail, but had no success on making any kind of escape nor getting Maddie’s attention as she obliviously began lighting up her blunt. As she began to puff, Max could only resign himself to waiting for his next opportunity to try and get her attention whenever she decided to get up… In the meantime, he tried (and failed) to get used to the stench that Maddie’s butt seemed to constantly emit, now somehow even worse than her earlier fart with his current location actually wedged into her asscrack instead of just under it (even with, thank goodness, her sweatpants and presumedly underwear acting as a barrier… for whatever little consolation that was).

Unfortunately even this situation for Max was apparently fated to get worse, as before long he began to feel… wet. And the stench only increased. It didn’t take him long to figure out that apparently Maddie’s beanbag chair retained heat, and as he soon became soaked in butt sweat, he was forced to realize that Maddie was developing some horrible swamp ass that was soaking through her undies, sweats, and now all over him. Max opened his mouth to try and yell up to Maddie once again, even with knowing how futile it was, only to immediately regret it as a bunch of the ass sweat immediately poured into his mouth, her sweats material even invading his mouth and making it impossible for him to close it back up… in short, he was now forced to periodically swallow a mouthful of the most vile liquid he had ever encountered, all while Maddie happily smoked her blunt and turned on one of the nature documentaries she loved so much.

As the narration of a certain British commentator began ringing out through Maddie’s room, Max had the unbidden thought that this couldn’t possibly get worse… but of course, it always can (and often does), and as Maddie’s guts apparently began to gurgle and kick back into gear, Max could only periodically swallow butt sweat and brace for the inevitable.

“Here, in the farthest reaches of the archipelago, we find the allusive, fiercely territorial—“

PPPPHHHRRRRAAAAAFFFTTT!!!  BLLLOOOORRRFFTTT!!!

“—wanders miles and miles every day to mark her territory, sending the message to all rivals that—“

PPPRRRROOOOMMMMFTTT!!! PPPLRRRRRSHHHTT!!! PPPRRAAAMMMPPH!!!

“—showing she’s more than willing to fight, but often her smell alone is enough to—“

SSSPPPPRRRRRRRRRAASSSSHHHHTTTTPPreeeennnft-PLORPT!!!

Max could only endure the apparently never-ending onslaught, made worse as he must have been deep enough in her butt crack to take every one of Maddie’s farts at point blank range, her sweats and undies doing little if anything to mitigate the stench. A stench that was only made more potent as with Max’s mouth more or less gagged with soggy sweats material, he was forced to breathe mostly through his nose… although by the second or third fart, her realized to his horror that the farts were potent enough that he could TASTE them even through his makeshift gag.

The juxtaposition between the almost serenity Maddie was feeling while smoking pot, ripping ass, and zoning out to a never-ending string of natural vistas and animal factoids and the swamp ass water-boarding, gas chamber that was Max’s current existence was extreme, but unfortunately for Max there didn’t seem to be any end in sight…

Choices:

1. After hours of sipping Maddie’s ever-more raunchy butt sweat and huffing her farts while she puffed her weed, Maddie finally gets up… and actually notices Max!

2. After hours of sipping Maddie’s ever-more raunchy butt sweat and huffing her farts while she puffed her weed, Maddie finally gets up… and still DOESN’T notice Max!

3. Maddie falls asleep, ripping butt for a whole sleep cycle while she doses, but then rolls off the chair to stumble to her bed, leaving Max behind in a pool of her butt sweat on the beanbag chair for him to decide how he should proceed.