Stuck in Quinn's Sleeping Bag
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 13
by
Bobob1
(Chapter originally written by teniko)
You lay down, staring dead eyed upwards as the air was ripe with farts.
"Seriously... what god did I piss off...?" You grumbled, looking over towards the curvy lumps of your sleeping roommate. You could only see her sleeping bag, her back towards you as occasional farts slipped out.
It was impossible to sleep, you eventually decided it was better to just move into Avery and Morgan's tent. You're pretty small, you might get crushed, but at least it wouldn't reek like a sewer... besides, Morgan might think ahead and let you sleep in her bag or something.
Filled with determination, you slipped out of your tiny sleeping bag and started to hoist it over your shoulder. Making your way over to the door while trying not to breath to heavily. The zip was near the bottom so it would be an easy task..
It... would... be... an... easy...
You tugged a few times on the freezing cold zipper- unable to get it to budge. Frustrated, you pulled back the Velcro used to seal the zip away and gazed up at the zip itself. Frozen... not entirely frozen, but it was clear a little bit of water managed to get into the zips teeth- sealing it shut.
Frustrated, you kicked your sleeping bag back into position, behind Quinn but far enough away to avoid any accidents.
PRRRRRFFFFT
*GURGLE*
You gagged a little, shooting a look towards Quinn. You really regretted this prank now.
"I just need a small gap..." You sighed, walking back to see if you could escape.
...
Quinn on the other hand, was actually wide awake. Her hand clutching her stomach as she ripped ass. With an annoyed sigh, she slid out of her sleeping bag. Laying down on her back for a moment before finding the effort to stand up. It wasn't that she entirely cared about the smell, but her gut really felt off. Pizza definitely was a bad idea, but it's too good to resist...
Glancing briefly over to your sleeping bag that she assumed you were in, Quinn casually made her way towards the exit. Slipping on a coat and going to put on some shoes.
...
Unaware of the movement, you chose the wrong time to give up on the zip. Slipping out from under the zipper, your cold hands hurt from the effort. Glancing to the side, you had just enough time to see the sweaty black sock of Quinn coming down towards you with a thud.
Your body was instantly splattered under the heavy girl, the already bumpy ground of the tent completely masking your squishing as Quinn adjusted her weight onto you.
It was hellish, the apathetic girl was heavy, sweaty and completely unaware of you. The only weird advantage was that the farts were now filtering through her socks, oddly making the smell slightly worse. You screamed into her sock as you heard her drop something, your brain instantly knowing it was her shoes...
Thankfully, she never put them on. Quinn gave the zip a few tugs, wanting to unload into the bathroom a bit, before feeling a small snap on her final harsh tug.
A frown spread over her face as she held up the broken zipper.
"Fuuuuck..." She whispered, holding still for a minute as her eyes started to drift closed a few times. She didn't really need to go that badly... it was all becoming too much effort... the broken zipper was a problem but one that could wait until morning.
Shrugging, she pulled off her coat and walked towards her sleeping bag, unaware of the tiny passenger as she casually started to slide her legs in, her toes wiggling at the warm feeling as some putrid air flooded up towards her nose.
It was so bad, that all of your muscles contracted at once instinctively, your body gagging as you peeled off the foot.
Coughing and gagging, you struggled to getup as you winced through the musky zone of Quinn's sheet's. Your flattened body couldn't stand for long though as you wobbled around, fear flooding over you as you saw Quinn's thighs either side of you. The black fabric of her pants that she opted to wear instead of her usual nightwear filled you with fear as you barely wobbled to turn round.
It was exactly as you feared, Quinn's jean covered ass was quickly shuffling into the sleeping bag.
Unaware and uncaring of your plight, Quinn bounced rhythmically into her sleeping bag. Her hands tugging the bag up a bit as she lifted up before dropping down with a small silent but deadly. The temperature and smell became more and more unbearable as the giant girl wiggled her upper half in too- burying you deep into the stinking covers of the sleeping bag.
Quinn eventually settled down with one last wiggle, not hearing your pleas as her stomach gurgled.
"Avery definitely got the wrong milk..." She whispered, her arms pinning the entrance to the sleeping bag down to keep the uncomfortable warm air from hitting her face as she closed her eyes and attempted to sleep. A frown briefly crossed her face as she farted into the sleeping bag again, her fists slowly clenched as she tried to block the wave of heat and stench from hitting her in one go as she slowly started to drift off with you under her ass.
Quinn's last thoughts before drifting off swirled around her pants. She didn't actually expect the tent to block the cold out this well and was prepared for a cold night by wearing her pants but it was only causing an uncomfortable mix of swamp ass mix with her lactose intolerant farts. Her brain toyed with the idea of sliding off her pants, but she was feeling too tired and lazy to bother, opting to uncomfortable stew in her juices as she fell asleep.
You lay down, staring dead eyed upwards as the air was ripe with farts.
"Seriously... what god did I piss off...?" You grumbled, looking over towards the curvy lumps of your sleeping roommate. You could only see her sleeping bag, her back towards you as occasional farts slipped out.
It was impossible to sleep, you eventually decided it was better to just move into Avery and Morgan's tent. You're pretty small, you might get crushed, but at least it wouldn't reek like a sewer... besides, Morgan might think ahead and let you sleep in her bag or something.
Filled with determination, you slipped out of your tiny sleeping bag and started to hoist it over your shoulder. Making your way over to the door while trying not to breath to heavily. The zip was near the bottom so it would be an easy task..
It... would... be... an... easy...
You tugged a few times on the freezing cold zipper- unable to get it to budge. Frustrated, you pulled back the Velcro used to seal the zip away and gazed up at the zip itself. Frozen... not entirely frozen, but it was clear a little bit of water managed to get into the zips teeth- sealing it shut.
Frustrated, you kicked your sleeping bag back into position, behind Quinn but far enough away to avoid any accidents.
PRRRRRFFFFT
*GURGLE*
You gagged a little, shooting a look towards Quinn. You really regretted this prank now.
"I just need a small gap..." You sighed, walking back to see if you could escape.
...
Quinn on the other hand, was actually wide awake. Her hand clutching her stomach as she ripped ass. With an annoyed sigh, she slid out of her sleeping bag. Laying down on her back for a moment before finding the effort to stand up. It wasn't that she entirely cared about the smell, but her gut really felt off. Pizza definitely was a bad idea, but it's too good to resist...
Glancing briefly over to your sleeping bag that she assumed you were in, Quinn casually made her way towards the exit. Slipping on a coat and going to put on some shoes.
...
Unaware of the movement, you chose the wrong time to give up on the zip. Slipping out from under the zipper, your cold hands hurt from the effort. Glancing to the side, you had just enough time to see the sweaty black sock of Quinn coming down towards you with a thud.
Your body was instantly splattered under the heavy girl, the already bumpy ground of the tent completely masking your squishing as Quinn adjusted her weight onto you.
It was hellish, the apathetic girl was heavy, sweaty and completely unaware of you. The only weird advantage was that the farts were now filtering through her socks, oddly making the smell slightly worse. You screamed into her sock as you heard her drop something, your brain instantly knowing it was her shoes...
Thankfully, she never put them on. Quinn gave the zip a few tugs, wanting to unload into the bathroom a bit, before feeling a small snap on her final harsh tug.
A frown spread over her face as she held up the broken zipper.
"Fuuuuck..." She whispered, holding still for a minute as her eyes started to drift closed a few times. She didn't really need to go that badly... it was all becoming too much effort... the broken zipper was a problem but one that could wait until morning.
Shrugging, she pulled off her coat and walked towards her sleeping bag, unaware of the tiny passenger as she casually started to slide her legs in, her toes wiggling at the warm feeling as some putrid air flooded up towards her nose.
It was so bad, that all of your muscles contracted at once instinctively, your body gagging as you peeled off the foot.
Coughing and gagging, you struggled to getup as you winced through the musky zone of Quinn's sheet's. Your flattened body couldn't stand for long though as you wobbled around, fear flooding over you as you saw Quinn's thighs either side of you. The black fabric of her pants that she opted to wear instead of her usual nightwear filled you with fear as you barely wobbled to turn round.
It was exactly as you feared, Quinn's jean covered ass was quickly shuffling into the sleeping bag.
Unaware and uncaring of your plight, Quinn bounced rhythmically into her sleeping bag. Her hands tugging the bag up a bit as she lifted up before dropping down with a small silent but deadly. The temperature and smell became more and more unbearable as the giant girl wiggled her upper half in too- burying you deep into the stinking covers of the sleeping bag.
Quinn eventually settled down with one last wiggle, not hearing your pleas as her stomach gurgled.
"Avery definitely got the wrong milk..." She whispered, her arms pinning the entrance to the sleeping bag down to keep the uncomfortable warm air from hitting her face as she closed her eyes and attempted to sleep. A frown briefly crossed her face as she farted into the sleeping bag again, her fists slowly clenched as she tried to block the wave of heat and stench from hitting her in one go as she slowly started to drift off with you under her ass.
Quinn's last thoughts before drifting off swirled around her pants. She didn't actually expect the tent to block the cold out this well and was prepared for a cold night by wearing her pants but it was only causing an uncomfortable mix of swamp ass mix with her lactose intolerant farts. Her brain toyed with the idea of sliding off her pants, but she was feeling too tired and lazy to bother, opting to uncomfortable stew in her juices as she fell asleep.
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April 23, 2025
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