"Hey, you told me were going to hold it. I heard that" The cashier stern expression made Layla's decision for her. She apologized and considered maybe she was overrating her ability to hold, or maybe it was because the burritos were so good her body was surrendering to them just as her appetite did. Once she paid again on cash she stood up and walked, deciding to go to the bathroom mall to let it all out in peace.

Gabe, who at this point was 1/8 centimeters tall was still weakly squirming against the skirt covered mountains when suddenly he felt a dizzying sensation, his world going from being squished without mercy to everything going weightless. As Layla got up he was finally able to dislodge from her asshole thanks to a helpful giant hand sorting out the skirt and pushing him out of that nasty place, but it also meant he was in a more perilous environment. As Layla walked at normal pace a part of Gabe wished with dread that he could still be trapped against her asshole because he now felt like he was climbing a dangerous mountain with no tools to save himself in case the wind or something else made him fall. The only good news was that he was so small he could latch onto the skirt threads and hold on for dear life.

Layla saw the bathroom but she decided to ignore it for now, feeling like she wanted to challenge herself and test if she really was unable to hold ir or not. Now that she wasn't in the food court nobody would care if she let one out, at worst she would get a funny look from another passerby but she wouldn't have the cashier telling her off. Her idea was to take a little trip around the mall, for 10 or so minutes while trying to hold her farts as much as she could. If she was able to do it, she would just let it out in the bathroom or maybe even walk back home.

For Gabe, everything became a strange blur, the speed of Layla's movement making things hard to discern from his dangerous position, a mess of shapes of colors that he was having trouble understanding in order to be able to gather where the hell his friend was going. But there was something else, and it was something that gave him some relief. With all the wind he was no longer smelling like her ass or her farts, and he noticed he was slowly growing back. Way more slowly than he would have liked, but he was. He didn't have anything to compare sizes with from the place he was in, but he just could see it, how the threads he was hanging onto were getting smaller. 

As Layla kept walking and looking around, Gabe's relief turned into fear again when he noticed the threads were getting also harder to hang on to. He really needed Layla to stop or to be noticed before falling to what looked like certain death!

What happens next?