Maddie spent several hours intermittently smoking while reaching a nearly zen-like state as she watched her beloved nature documentaries. She always loved them because unlike seasons of shows or movies, there was never any end to them. There was always another animal, topic, and/or climate or region to explore, and they always had the best, most mellow-sounding narrators. She never had to worry about any of them harshing her buzz, and she didn’t even really have to pay attention (though she often found that she remembered more than she gave herself credit for whenever random animal or nature facts came in handy), so she could do this for hours without end… as long as she wasn’t being forced to go to class… or make a minimum effort on homework… or, in the case of this moment, the internet went out (which was a usual enough of an occurrence that USD residents had pointed it out on several occasions as some sort of slight by the college, not that any of these complaints saw any real traction).
Grunting annoyedly as she noticed the unending spinning wheel of nothing-is-loading-ness (though it had already been doing this for 15 minutes by this time), Maddie did her best to shake herself out of her pot-induced haze, noticing that her bud had been depleted for some time as well as her buzz more or less having worn off. Shifting her position a bit, even Maddie couldn’t help but grimace as she noticed the funk of her ass around her, not to mention the wet sensation her butt was feeling as she had no doubt made yet another pool of ass sweat that would take hours to dry… Shrugging nonchalantly, she decided to get up, not really yet having a plan on what to do but willing to go with whatever came to her mind first, pushing one more especially wet—
SSSPPPLLLAAAAAAARRSSSHHHTTT!!!!
Trying not to think too hard about just how wet that particular fart had been, Maddie shifted forward to stand, and she noticed her sweatpants were in a horrible wedgie, and although she was used to this occurrence with her underwear, sitting for that long with her now-soaked sweats material digging as far up her crack as possible wasn’t exactly comfortable. With another decidedly less than lady-like grunt, Maddie reached back and yanked her sweats out of ‘the depths’, startled slightly when she actually heard a small splat behind her…
Max had endured hours upon hours in a much less zen-like (though no less mind-numbing) state, having had so many horrid farts blasted directly on him and having gulped so many mouthfuls of Maddie’s raunchy, swampy ass sweat, that he was sure that even if he got to take several showers and brush his teeth with a whole tube’s worth of toothpaste, he’d STILL smell and taste Maddie’s ass. The fact that this of all things was his first ‘intimate’ experience with a woman, especially one who wasn’t even aware of his presence, was humiliating to its core. He had hoped at some point that he would pass out and at least escape SOME of the torment, but if Maddie’s rippers going off right in his face every few minutes wasn’t enough to keep him awake, every time he nearly drowned on ass sweat when he forgot to swallow definitely was (still gagged by her soaking-wet sweatpants material as he was).
When the narration he was being subjected to but could never truly listen to due to all of the ‘interruptions’ Maddie’s butt put him through suddenly cut off, Max had hoped that she would finally get up and give him a chance to escape, or at least to get her attention. However, after several minutes in complete silence, he assumed Maddie must have fallen asleep after turning off the TV or something… Which is why when she let out her last fart he was ill-prepared to receive it. Somehow, some way, this fart was so much more horrid than the last several hours’ worth that it (almost) made Max forget about the previous torture he just went through, especially when even the taste of her ass sweat as he took another swallow became more rancid.
It was so horrible, in fact, that Max thought he might truly pass out this time… only for once again to be denied at least that kind of release as Maddie got up, and he suddenly found himself free falling… before landing painfully with a splat spread eagle on his back onto Maddie’s horribly damp beanbag chair… And when he forced open his eyes, he was startled but the sight of Maddie’s face filling his vision, having apparently turned around to find the source of the sound he had made and (finally) finding him.
“Maxxie, duuude~, is that, like, you? How’d you get so tiiiny~, man?” If Max hadn’t been so busy breathing the relatively fresh air (even while still laying face-up in a puddle of Maddie’s ass sweat) and being relieved that Maddie finally found him, he might have wondered for the umpteenth time how Maddie’s voice and speech pattern somehow had the long, drawn out sounds of a surfer chick (without the surfing) and the lilting hitches of a valley-girl’s speech all rolled into one, her tone more musical and a bit high pitched than the low notes most people would expect from the slobby looks she gave off, but for now he was a little preoccupied. “You alright, Little Duuude~? You look, like, pretty comfy all marinading in my butt juices like that, but~…”
Max coughed a few times, forcing himself up into a sitting position, needing to recover for at least a few minutes before he’d be able to move himself out of Maddie’s butt print without her assistance. Blushing horribly at her commentary on the position she found him in and a little afraid of how this would go because of that, Max nonetheless built up his courage and explained what happened to Maddie as best he could, from what he could remember about going to a party last night, to waking up tiny, all the way up until being found. He could only hope that she was paying attention, as it seemed she might have zoned out a few times during his tale, still not completely out of her stoned hangover it seemed, but when he finished, she was quick enough to reply…
“So, let me get this straight, Little Guy. You ‘mysteriouslyyy~’ ended up shrunk on, like, our coffee table, then totes~ decided to jump onto the couch to have me, like, plop on you with my big ol’ tuchus~—“ She broke out in a fit of giggles at this point, before pulling herself back together. “Theeen~ you held onto my butt for dear life and, like, stayed even though I sat on you again, and you’ve been hanging out with me and been getting farted on for hours~… All while staying hydrated by drinking the sweat off this big, jiggly, swampy butt?” Emphasizing her final words, Maddie turned around to present said big butt, squeezing one of her enormous cheeks in her hand, the obvious chub squidging and overflowing her fingers as she did so (even a bit of her sweat being squeezed out of her still-soaked sweats). “Is that, like, just about riiiight~?”
Max, despite the horrors that Maddie’s butt had just put him through, was still a horny, inexperienced male, so the display Maddie put on still took him more than a few moments to notice he was staring open-mouthed before he could get himself to respond. “W-well, technically that kind of happened, but that wasn’t what I was trying to do!“
Maddie just smiled down at him, obviously nowhere near as flustered as he was. “Oooh~? So what were you trying to do, Maxxie? Were you, like, trying to ask me out~?”
“W-what? No!”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to be your girlfriend? And I thought you were, like, crushing on me this whole time. So you shrunk yourself just to get sat on and farted all over after all~?”
The one-two punch of her even implying he might have a chance with her, on top of the follow-up accusation, was enough to distract his virgin-mind from the hell he had just gone through (and the puddle of butt sweat he was still sitting in), making him blush like mad once again. “W-well… I mean.. I have been crushing on you and want you as a girlfriend, but… I-I mean, I wouldn’t shrink myself just to have you sit and fart on me though…”
Maddie flashed a large smile as if he had just activated her trap card. “Oooh~, I get it, so you want to date me, AND you want my butt and EVERYTHING that comes with it, riiight~? Not ‘just’ my farts and being sat on?” Before Max could deny her once again, Maddie was quick to point toward his crotch, making him finally realize that he was still naked and she could see him (and his crotch) the entire time. “Come ooon~, dude, you don’t need to be ashamed about it. Your little buddy has been, like, full mast this whole convo. There’s no waaay~ you’d be able to get it up so soon after everything you went through unless you were into it, even if you won’t admit it to yourself. Not to mention, who’d still want to date someone who put them through all that unless they were, like, absolutely obsessed with them and their butt? But don’t, like, worry little Maxxie, shrinking yourself without even talking to me about it is a liiittle~ bold, but I happen to like blind acts of love. So not only will I be your girlfriend, I’ll also give you EVERYTHING this butt can dish out from now on since you obvs love it so much; farts, booty sweat, sharts, and MORE! And you don’t even have to, like, admit you like it, because we both know you dooo~.”
Max could only stare at Maddie in shock, though when she shook her gigantic sweats-clad ass at him and his eyes almost immediately locked on it once again, Maddie only smirked in triumph back at him.
- To reward Max’s ‘boldness’, Maddie gets him off with a hand job (or more accurately, finger job) while he’s still in the puddle of her butt sweat, only cementing for her how much he has a not-so-secret obsession with her and more specifically her butt.
- The internet comes back online, and wanting to enjoy what Max had been experiencing under her WITH him this time, Maddie sits right back down on top of him, grinding her butt down on him and actively trying to push out as many farts on him as possible the way ‘he likes it’.
- Wanting to up the ante, Maddie decides to strip for Max and show him more of the booty that’s now ‘his’ and that he’ll be ‘enjoying’ everything about (and that comes out of it) from now on.