Maddie and Maxxie Sitting in a… Beanbag Chair~
Shrunken First Semester
chapter 4
by
G-Writer
and
maximally
Max racked his brain, trying 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 blunt—but he sure noticed when she bent over, digging through a pile of dirty clothes. Her baggy sweatpants, already clinging to her massive ass, suddenly stretched even tighter, making it almost impossible for him to keep his grip. He managed to hang on—barely—while Maddie fished around, but the second she stood up, the sweats snapped back, and her deep, sweaty crack swallowed the fabric (and Max) in a brutal wedgie. Now he was wedged in a suffocating, stinking prison of chub and cloth, buried alive in Maddie’s ass.
Things only got worse when Maddie, still totally oblivious, dropped her full weight onto her beanbag chair. The cushion swallowed her up—and Max along with it—crushing him even deeper into her ass crack. He thrashed and kicked, desperate to get her attention, but Maddie just sparked up her blunt and settled in, leaving him to marinate in the swampy heat. The smell was unreal, way worse than before, and now that he was wedged right in the middle of her crack, even the sweatpants and (hopefully) underwear barely did anything to help. All he could do was wait for her to get up and pray that he would survive the next round.
Just when Max thought it couldn’t get any worse, he started to feel wet. Maddie’s beanbag was basically a heat trap, and now he was getting drenched. He tried to yell for help, but a wave of sweat-soaked fabric shoved its way in, forcing him to swallow the nastiest liquid he’d ever tasted. Meanwhile, Maddie queued up another nature doc, unaware of his ordeal.
The soothing voice of some British nature guy drifted through the room, and Max couldn’t help thinking, there’s no way this could get worse. Which, of course, meant it absolutely would. Maddie’s stomach started rumbling above him, and all he could do was choke down another mouthful of butt sweat and brace himself for whatever fresh hell was coming next.
“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 just had to take it, fart after fart, each one blasting him right in the face with nothing but a thin layer of sweat-soaked fabric for protection. The smell was burning his nose, and with his mouth stuffed full of fabric, that was the only way he could breathe. By the third fart, he realized with horror that he could actually taste them even through his makeshift gag..
Above him, Maddie was in her own little world, blissed out on weed and nature documentaries, farting away without a care. Meanwhile, Max was trapped in a never-ending swamp-ass torture chamber, getting waterboarded by her sweat and gassed by her ass. And from the look of things, there was no end in sight.