When you came to, you were relieved to find that you were no longer trapped in the hellscape that was Layla's farting anus. However, you weren't entirely sure where you had ended up, or how you got there. All you could see in all directions was an enormous lattice of gray, rope-like pillars. Were these perhaps... threads? Which would mean you were either on a piece of furniture, or on someone's clothes. You hoped it was the former, though neither option sounded particularly good. Peering over the edge of the thread you stood upon, you saw a sprawling mass of white fluff far below you. Stuffing? That meant it must be furniture you were on. You considered yourself lucky that you hadn't ended up stuck in Layla's clothes, and that you also hadn't fallen deep into the couch below. Little did you know, your luck was about to run out, big time.

"...What movie were you thinking, dear?" Kierra's voice trailed into the room as she walked in with her daughter.

"Hmm, I dunno... Oh! Have you seen that new romcom they just added to Netflix? The one with Paul Rudd in it?"

"No, but that sounds good to me!"

The two women settled in for what must have been an impromptu movie night, Layla taking a seat on the floor, while her mom chose the couch. At your extremely small size, this simple action made the entire sky go dark. As Kierra's ass descended, you couldn't even see around it, everywhere you looked was taken up by her butt. It wasn't until she had almost fully sat down that you realized the true depth of your predicament, as the crisscrossing fibers of her yoga pants threatened to flatten you to the single thread of the couch you were still standing on. There was clearly nowhere to run, so all you could do was pray that you didn't get smashed.

Miraculously, you not only passed through the minuscule gaps in her yoga pants and panties, but Kierra had also managed to center herself right over your exact location, so you threaded the gap between her butt cheeks as well. You breathed a sigh of relief, thanking whatever deity had taken it upon themselves to save you. Now you just had to avoid getting farted on until you grew back to... oh. Maybe this was going to be a problem after all.

A short while later, you heard the soundtrack of the movie Layla and her mother had decided on. You stopped for a moment to think about what your next move should be, as your safety depended on it. Considering Kierra's reputation for giving other people bad luck, you knew you couldn't afford to tempt fate whatsoever. However, at your size, what could you possibly do? You felt like you had to do something, so eventually you began walking in the direction that looked like the way out. At your current size, you could never hope to get anywhere, but it was better than just sitting around. After walking for what felt like twenty minutes, you weren't sure how far you had moved. Everything kind of looked the same from within the panties. The holes between threads did seem a little bit smaller, though! That was a good sign that you were making progress on returning to normal. "I might be out of this sooner than I thought!" you thought aloud, before receiving a response in the form of a deafening grumble from above. "I shouldn't have said anything..."

Another half an hour later, though, and nothing had come of the ominous stomach rumbling from before. You had by now grown back so much that the threads you walked along were more like city streets than enormous pillars of rope, which made it easier to get your bearings. You were still a long way off, but things were feeling more and more doable. Once you got big enough, surely you'd be able to get someone's attention, and then you'd be safe to grow back the rest of the way. However, before you could make it much farther, the distant sounds of Netflix stopped abruptly. It seemed fate, and Kierra's terrible luck, had other plans in store for you.

"Sorry Mom, just gotta run to the bathroom real quick," Layla said, explaining the interruption.

"That's fine, honey! I'm feeling a little bloated myself, so I'll see if I can't take care of that while I'm waiting."

As soon as Layla left the room, you heard Kierra let out an unnerving grunt, and in the darkness above you her enormous asshole stirred into motion. You did not like where this was going.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

A relatively short burst of gas erupted all around you. You tried as hard as you could not to breathe it in, but the force of the blast threw you to the ground, breaking your focus. Soon, you had no choice but to take a deep breath of the toxic miasma around you. It was muggy and sulfurous, but it didn't compare to what you had endured under Layla earlier. At least not yet.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

A second, quieter fart soon followed, hitting you as you had already begun to dwindle back down. Any progress you had made over the last hour was erased in mere moments as the world exploded outwards around you.

PPPRRRRRTTTTT

BRRRRAAAAAPPPPPTTTTT

Kierra continued relentlessly, thinking nobody else was around. While she likely wouldn't have cared much if anyone did hear her, she had no way of knowing the unbelievable torture she was currently putting you through. Each new emission compounded upon the old one, as her panties became a sweltering, putrid wasteland. What on earth had she been eating??

You were bombarded with more and more farts of varying length and intensity as you continued to slowly shrink smaller and smaller, soon passing the size you had reached just before passing out earlier. Kierra had now been farting for almost two minutes, but fortunately, it seemed like your shrinking was finally slowing down. Had you hit the limit of how much her gas could affect you?

PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT

The farts from above suddenly seemed to hit a breaking point, culminating in an extremely loud, slightly wet burst of gas. As the smell reached your infinitesimal nose, you nearly passed out again. It was likely the worst thing you had ever smelled. But you barely clung to consciousness, watching as the thread of the panties you had been standing on resumed its exponential growth around you. When you looked down, you soon noticed that an imperfection in the fabric that you hadn't seen before was growing large enough to swallow you up. You stumbled backwards to avoid falling into it, but tripped over the increasingly rough terrain and fell into a different chasm instead. As you fell down into the thread, you were certain this was how you were going to die, but you hadn't hit the bottom yet. It seemed your shrinking kept making the hole bigger even as you fell.

By the time you did land, you could see the individual atoms that made up the panties that were now your universe. You expected to splatter against the one you fell onto, but by this point you were so small that it simply sucked you inside. After all that you had just endured, this was what finally caused you to black out. What was going to happen now? Would you even wake up from this? Unfortunately, only fate knew the answer to that question. You didn't even know for sure what kind of atom you were now stuck inside.