Quinn wakes up in the middle of the night
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
nearwhites
Your current position was truly an awkward one.
It wasn't really as terrible as when Quinn was smothering you with her ass *and* also farting on you at the Pizza Palace, but it wasn't a ride in the park either, Quinn's gas wasn't only horribly stinky, but it was often really noisy and powerful, before she had farted for the first time, you had been staring at her ass, her pink short pajamas riding up her crack, letting you stare at least half of her bare rear end. It was massive, simply massive, there wasn't much left to say, if one day she decided that she wanted to keep you in there forever, there was possibly nothing you could do about it, you would be forced to call Quinn's ass your new home.
Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the noise of a war horn, followed by an intense breeze that combed you back and let you in shock, you almost felt like you had to get a grip of the bed sheets to not be thrown around by this massive force. As the pressures subsided, and thinking that things would get better, you were assaulted by the nauseous smell of Quinn's ass breeze, unfortunately, it wasn't smelling any better than before, if anything, it felt more dense now. You stayed in the same position you currently were, not really because you wanted, but because Quinn's massive behind was a sight that hypnotized the most basic of your instincts, and thus, your whole body obeyed. However, as another equally big fart hit you, and then an even bigger and longer one even your animal instincts were turned off, as your eyes didn't see Quinn's gargantuan booty as sexy anymore, and just could see a gaseous giant, which wasn't a pleasant sight. You turned around, not wanting to get hit in the face by this girl's ruthless, unstoppable gas anymore. You got as close to the wall as you could, the gas explosions continued, they were seemingly endless, you did you best covering yourself with the bed sheets, and even though it diminished the sheer force of each blast, it enclosed the smell, much to your dismay. Eventually, you kind of got use to the trumpet sounds that came from Quinn's ass, and the smell started to make you sleepy, so fell asleep deeply, and fairly fast.
It would have been a blessing if you had finally got to rest after all the farting you went through. But obviously, tinies didn't have such luck.
Quinn had slept for a few hours, releasing farts left and right, yet it seemed like it wasn't enough to ease the pain on her stomach, at one point, she opened her eyes slowly, and felt that she needed to head to the bathroom. She sat on the bed slowly, and made a temporary dent in her mattress, she remained there while she stretched her arms and yawned. While she was doing that, she suddenly felt a tiny lump hit her left butt cheek, but didn't pay much attention to it as she was still kind of sleepy, and just stood up. Unknowningly, she was now carrying her tiny roommate in her ass, as that small lump was obviously you impacting against her ass. Basically, you had rolled all the way down until you collided with Quinn's ass cheek, and somehow, you had gotten inside her pajamas shorts. You were still asleep when Quinn stood, and when you started receiving a face full of ass, but as the war horn blasted you once again, you woke up, scared, your first thought was that someone was pranking you, but as you look your surroundings, your heart raced and your brain made sense of the situation: you were trapped in Quinn's massive ass. As she walked, you were constantly grinded with Quinn's walls of flesh, you tried to scream, but in response, Quinn's ass-fat got in your mouth, making you taste it at its worst. As you tried to hang on to anything to try and escape your fleshy prison, you realized that Quinn's cheeks were sinking you deeper in between them, and you panicked at the thought of what awaited for you in the depths of this gargantuan booty. Quinn reached the bathroom in little time, and right before pulling her pajama shorts down, she looked herself in the mirror, admiring how her shorts had wedged a bit up her butt, subconsciously she liked how it looked, though she would never admit. She did one last thing, wedging up her shorts as far as she could. She smiled, but coughed right after it and got serious again. Then, she just took out her pajamas, and sat down.
By the time Quinn reached the bathroom, you were in tears of desperation, desperation as you knew that if she was going to the bathroom at this hours, she possibly was going to do more than just pee. You regained some of your composure as Quinn clenched her ass cheeks and you were crushed in between them for a few miliseconds. Then you saw something that might have been your last hope: Quinn's pink shorts; if you could hang to it tightly enough, then you probably would be able to escape her mighty cheeks, but you had to be fast. You wiggled and struggled to move in any way possible, but having little to no time, the small progress you were making was pretty much worthless, yet, you didn't give up. By some miracle of life, you felt a change in the position of Quinn's ass, and her boulders of fat and flesh parted slightly, you slid all the way down on her ass, and luckily (for the first time), you reached her shorts just in time. She left the pajamas on her ankles, and then proceeded with her business.
You were happy as hell as you could finally escape, you did a small celebration with your arms, and right after that you heard a huge roar coming from the toilet that reverberated all around the room, and you realized that you should do something.
You got out of her shorts and to the base of the toilet where her feet wouldn't squash you. You considered your options, and realized that Quinn had been an inconsiderate bitch so far, she wouldn't care if she had spent all night farting on you, and this "you gotta learn to help yourself" attitude really made your blood boil, so, basically, you had to escape without letting her see you, because possibly, her reactions would be either "help yourself", or "oh you fuckin' pervert", and none of them sounded like help to you.
You turned to the back of the toilet so Quinn wouldn't spot you, you were forced to hear the Giantess take what seemed like a huge dump, but it was still better than being in there receiving it.
At last, you realized Quinn wiped efficiently through what seem like more than enough minutes, washed her hands, and went out of the bathroom.
Now, what will you do?
It wasn't really as terrible as when Quinn was smothering you with her ass *and* also farting on you at the Pizza Palace, but it wasn't a ride in the park either, Quinn's gas wasn't only horribly stinky, but it was often really noisy and powerful, before she had farted for the first time, you had been staring at her ass, her pink short pajamas riding up her crack, letting you stare at least half of her bare rear end. It was massive, simply massive, there wasn't much left to say, if one day she decided that she wanted to keep you in there forever, there was possibly nothing you could do about it, you would be forced to call Quinn's ass your new home.
Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the noise of a war horn, followed by an intense breeze that combed you back and let you in shock, you almost felt like you had to get a grip of the bed sheets to not be thrown around by this massive force. As the pressures subsided, and thinking that things would get better, you were assaulted by the nauseous smell of Quinn's ass breeze, unfortunately, it wasn't smelling any better than before, if anything, it felt more dense now. You stayed in the same position you currently were, not really because you wanted, but because Quinn's massive behind was a sight that hypnotized the most basic of your instincts, and thus, your whole body obeyed. However, as another equally big fart hit you, and then an even bigger and longer one even your animal instincts were turned off, as your eyes didn't see Quinn's gargantuan booty as sexy anymore, and just could see a gaseous giant, which wasn't a pleasant sight. You turned around, not wanting to get hit in the face by this girl's ruthless, unstoppable gas anymore. You got as close to the wall as you could, the gas explosions continued, they were seemingly endless, you did you best covering yourself with the bed sheets, and even though it diminished the sheer force of each blast, it enclosed the smell, much to your dismay. Eventually, you kind of got use to the trumpet sounds that came from Quinn's ass, and the smell started to make you sleepy, so fell asleep deeply, and fairly fast.
It would have been a blessing if you had finally got to rest after all the farting you went through. But obviously, tinies didn't have such luck.
Quinn had slept for a few hours, releasing farts left and right, yet it seemed like it wasn't enough to ease the pain on her stomach, at one point, she opened her eyes slowly, and felt that she needed to head to the bathroom. She sat on the bed slowly, and made a temporary dent in her mattress, she remained there while she stretched her arms and yawned. While she was doing that, she suddenly felt a tiny lump hit her left butt cheek, but didn't pay much attention to it as she was still kind of sleepy, and just stood up. Unknowningly, she was now carrying her tiny roommate in her ass, as that small lump was obviously you impacting against her ass. Basically, you had rolled all the way down until you collided with Quinn's ass cheek, and somehow, you had gotten inside her pajamas shorts. You were still asleep when Quinn stood, and when you started receiving a face full of ass, but as the war horn blasted you once again, you woke up, scared, your first thought was that someone was pranking you, but as you look your surroundings, your heart raced and your brain made sense of the situation: you were trapped in Quinn's massive ass. As she walked, you were constantly grinded with Quinn's walls of flesh, you tried to scream, but in response, Quinn's ass-fat got in your mouth, making you taste it at its worst. As you tried to hang on to anything to try and escape your fleshy prison, you realized that Quinn's cheeks were sinking you deeper in between them, and you panicked at the thought of what awaited for you in the depths of this gargantuan booty. Quinn reached the bathroom in little time, and right before pulling her pajama shorts down, she looked herself in the mirror, admiring how her shorts had wedged a bit up her butt, subconsciously she liked how it looked, though she would never admit. She did one last thing, wedging up her shorts as far as she could. She smiled, but coughed right after it and got serious again. Then, she just took out her pajamas, and sat down.
By the time Quinn reached the bathroom, you were in tears of desperation, desperation as you knew that if she was going to the bathroom at this hours, she possibly was going to do more than just pee. You regained some of your composure as Quinn clenched her ass cheeks and you were crushed in between them for a few miliseconds. Then you saw something that might have been your last hope: Quinn's pink shorts; if you could hang to it tightly enough, then you probably would be able to escape her mighty cheeks, but you had to be fast. You wiggled and struggled to move in any way possible, but having little to no time, the small progress you were making was pretty much worthless, yet, you didn't give up. By some miracle of life, you felt a change in the position of Quinn's ass, and her boulders of fat and flesh parted slightly, you slid all the way down on her ass, and luckily (for the first time), you reached her shorts just in time. She left the pajamas on her ankles, and then proceeded with her business.
You were happy as hell as you could finally escape, you did a small celebration with your arms, and right after that you heard a huge roar coming from the toilet that reverberated all around the room, and you realized that you should do something.
You got out of her shorts and to the base of the toilet where her feet wouldn't squash you. You considered your options, and realized that Quinn had been an inconsiderate bitch so far, she wouldn't care if she had spent all night farting on you, and this "you gotta learn to help yourself" attitude really made your blood boil, so, basically, you had to escape without letting her see you, because possibly, her reactions would be either "help yourself", or "oh you fuckin' pervert", and none of them sounded like help to you.
You turned to the back of the toilet so Quinn wouldn't spot you, you were forced to hear the Giantess take what seemed like a huge dump, but it was still better than being in there receiving it.
At last, you realized Quinn wiped efficiently through what seem like more than enough minutes, washed her hands, and went out of the bathroom.
Now, what will you do?
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April 23, 2025
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