Once, Max had thought that Kaley’s ass was bad. He had no idea how good he’d had it.
PPPPLLLLAABBBLBAALBBT
He fought back a scream as Kali unleashed yet another rank blast against his helpless body. Trapped in the irresistible, crushing weight of her enormous booty, arms pinned to his sides by the gargantuan brown boulders of her buttocks, he was left unable to so much as turn his head away from her onslaught of gas.
Even leaving aside her farts, the stink of Kali’s ass by itself was gag-inducing. Sweat poured down and in-between her cheeks in seemingly endless streams, coating every inch of her skin in a sour, sticky sheen. The centre of her crack stank worst of all, constantly leaking a pungent, raw aroma he could only compare to an open sewage line.
Max didn’t know how much longer he could take it. Kali had told him, just before shoving him up her ass, that she was bringing him back to “the lab”… that had to be somewhere on campus, surely. So it wouldn’t be that much longer. She couldn’t just leave him back here forever. Could she?!
FFFFFFBBBLLLAAAAPPRRRRTTT
This fart was brutal, a toxic, meaty wind that ripped the oxygen from his lungs, replacing it with her rancid anal air. He flailed about madly, desperate to inhale anything else. His efforts didn’t go unnoticed.
“Hey!” Kali’s voice snapped from above. “I told you before to quit wriggling. You’re making me itchy.”
Kali didn’t give second warnings. The indian amazon reached back and dug a hand into her leather pants, pressing Max deeper into her ass and forcefully scraping him up and down her booty – using his face to scratch her dirty butthole. He coughed and spluttered as his face was dragged relentlessly over her puckering, rubbery anus, coating him in filth and slime. Worse still, when Kali finally withdrew her hand he remained stuck there, feeling the sphincter twitch and pulse as if it were a living creature trying to swallow him alive.
BLLLAAARRRRRRRFFFFFFFF
“This is hell,” Max thought. He longed to be back home again. Kaley’s ass would get smelly of course, especially after a gym session, but never like this – Kali’s stank like she hadn’t washed in weeks, and considered wiping an optional luxury. Kaley had farted on him, sure, but her gas was like taking delicate sniffs of a fine perfume compared to the biohazards Kali ripped about once every thirty seconds.
But what he missed most of all was her empathy. Kaley would never treat him like this. No matter what awful smells or tastes he’d endured under her, she’d always made sure he was okay, that it wasn’t going too far, that in the end she’d keep him safe. Whereas with Kali… he’d never felt more like a worthless insect.
He’d never have believed it even a few hours ago, but right now he’d give anything to be back in the warmth and comfort of Kaley’s cheeks. Sadly, with every step his new owner was carrying him further away, on to some fresh new torment. All he could do was endure the ride.
After what felt like hours, Kali finally reached down to retrieve him. Max was peeled away from her anus with a sickening plop and whisked up above. The air outside had never felt so fresh.
The giantess squeezed him in her fist. “Welcome to your new home, bug. Take a look.”
Max gazed about with still watery eyes. The House Juno laboratory was like something out of a science fiction movie – high end computers, a labyrinth of glassware, beakers bubbling with unknown liquids in all kinds of colours. There was also a whiteboard with a list of complex chemical formulas covering the left side, and on the right, a crudely-drawn giantess farting on a stickman with little x’s for eyes.
“Good shit, right?” asked Kali.
Max flinched. Did she want an answer? “It’s, uh, very impressive.”
“Yeah. Like I care what a tiny bug is impressed by.” She marched off again, carrying him through an adjacent door into something like a break room. “I’ve called my research partners over, but we still have a while before they get here. So we’re gonna spend some time working on your re-education.”
She tossed him on one end of an enormous leather couch before climbing on top of it herself. The indian amazon lay on her stomach, kicking off her spiked combat boots and propping her feet on either side of Max. The vinegary stench seeping off her socks was gag-inducing.
“For your first lesson, bug, I’m going to teach you some appreciation.” Said Kali. “I must’ve farted on you a dozen times since we met, and you haven’t thanked me for it even once.”
Max grit his teeth. So not only did he have to endure her gassy torture, he was actually expected to act grateful for it? But he knew being stubborn would only make his situation worse. “Okay. Thank you, Kali, for all your lovely farts.”
“Better. But still not enough.” She looked back at him from over her shoulder, smirking. “You’re going to prove your appreciation physically, by locking lips with my asshole and giving it a big, sloppy kiss. And to make sure the lesson really sinks in, we’re going to make a game out of it.” She held up her phone. “I’m setting a timer for three minutes. If you haven’t thanked me properly before time runs out, you’ll suffer the consequences.”
Max stared at her, repulsed. Was this girl crazy?!
“I’d get moving, bug.” Kali warned, shimmying her pants down her hips, mooning him with her huge brown butt. “Unless for some reason you want to be punished.”
That snapped him out of it. Max sprinted down the length of the couch and between the giantess’ legs, her thighs rising like mountains on both sides. The curve of her ass loomed above him, as tall as a building from his perspective. But the many folds and wrinkles in her leather pants offered plenty of footholds, and the climb was surprisingly easy.
He reached the top and stepped onto her nude ass. The surface of her butt was bouncy, and slick with sweat; it was difficult just to keep his balance. Max hurried forward, wary that one missed step could send him careening right off of her body.
Finally he reached the centre. Max sat down and let himself slide into the crack of her ass. Immediately the air around him grew toxic, thick with dried waste and stale farts. His eyes burned, and his stomach twisted. Worse, he still needed to go deeper. Using both hands to push her gigantic, slimy cheeks aside, Max lowered himself, sinking until he could see her anus directly ahead.
“There it is!” He squinted. “Huh. Why is it pulsing like that?”
BBBBBBWWWOOORRRRRRRTTTTTTTT
A sudden rush of hurricane-force winds exploded out of Kali’s butthole, pummelling Max’s tiny body. The force sent him flying backwards, up and out of the amazon’s rear and even higher, launching him right back onto the sofa near where he’d started. He sat up slowly, dazed both from the impact and the putrid stink of rotten eggs still clinging to his face.
“Did I mention I’m still gassy?” Kali chuckled, flexing her booty at him. “If you let a little fart like that blow you away, you’re clearly not trying hard enough. Show me a real display of gratitude. Oh, and you’ve got about a minute left to do it.”
There was no time to argue. Max didn’t want to find out what the consequence for failure would be. He scrambled forward, scaling Kali’s pants even faster than before and racing off across her buttocks.
Max was panting hard by the time he made it back to her crack, which only meant inhaling her rancid stink more deeply. He dove between her cheeks and wriggled his way south, until just as before, her greasy brown pucker swam into view.
And just as before, it was pulsing. Locked, loaded, and ready to fire.
“15 seconds left, bug,” he heard Kali shout. “Here comes your final countdown!”
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP
It was a close call. Max only just managed to brace his arms against the cheeks to either side and avoid being blasted away again, clinging to the walls of her ass as her noxious gas pummelled his face.
But it wasn’t enough to endure it. Kali’s fart wasn’t stopping – like a rancid hurricane it just kept blowing, and he didn’t have time to wait it out. Above the noise he could hear Kali counting.
“10… 9… 8… 7…!”
Max squeezed his eyes shut and drove on, fighting the roaring winds. This close the heat of the gas was almost unbearable, and he could feel more than just wind beating against him. Droplets of some rancid liquid spattered his face. He couldn’t even spare a hand to wipe them off.
“6… 5… 4…!”
He bent over, digging his fingers into Kali’s brown, sweaty butt. He was nearly there, her asshole almost within reach, but somehow her fart only seemed to be growing stronger. “Come on! I’m so close!”
“3… 2… 1…!”
With a final shout, Max leapt forward and slammed his face into Kali’s greasy pucker. His mouth filled with the foulest, most ungodly taste he’d ever known as he locked lips with her anus. Yet he was too afraid to break away.
“Did I make it?” He panicked. “Was I in time?”