Gassed Out of One Prison and Into Another
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
revival45
This day had been maybe the worst of your life. If only you knew how much worse it was about to get.
You began breaking free from Quinn's thong. Her warm sweat had made it possible for you to escape, even while under the constant barrage of farts that Quinn's asshole had been sputtering out onto you. It was beyond disgusting and rank, but you had been exposed to her flatulence for so long now that you were at least over the shock of it. You decided to focus on your plan for escape: Get off the thong, then follow the current of Quinn's sweat as it follows whatever path her farts were taking to escape her ass. It didn't matter how much flesh you'd have to squeeze through, you knew that you were small enough that you'd be able to just ride Quinn's farts to freedom.
At least, this was your optimistic assumption. You knew that it was also possible you could just get stuck somewhere else and be forced to spend the rest of the night stuck in a different nook of Quinn's glorious backside. But you figured that if you did nothing, you'd be doomed to that sort of fate regardless, so there was no harm in trying.
Quinn's wrinkly hole had a brief moment of rest as the huge fart she had been expelling onto you finished puttering out pitifully. You knew this was going to be your best chance for a while, and began mustering up all of your strength so that you could break yourself off of the thong. It didn't take too long thanks to the amount of warm sweat that you and the cloth were now drenched in. You peeled yourself off, feeling victorious for the first time all day!
You went to stand on the fabric, but as you did your body squished forward in on itself. You fell face-first back into the thong and puddle of gas-infused sweat. It seemed that you overestimated how much you had reformed after breaking off of the thong, as you were now struggling to retain your human shape. Each time you tried to stand, you fell back into yourself. And with each failure, you'd try even quicker to stand, which just caused your body to get tangled more and more within itself.
Why can't I stand up? Is it because of how warm the sweat is? you theorized to yourself. It was in fact the correct guess, as the furnace that Quinn had made deep within her ass was warmer than any mass you've ever been trapped under before. You've handled warm sweat, hot gas, and intense pressure on their own before, but never all at once under several blankets. The conditions that Quinn had made for you were far more devious than what she had anticipated, as it was now impossible for you to reform! You were a tiny puddle of subhuman matter who literally could not even stand up for himself. You nevertheless decided to persist, and began squirming your body forward until you were off of Quinn's thong. No matter, I can always reform after I get out from under Quinn. I can still move at least, so all I have to do is follow--
Your own thoughts were cut off as Quinn's anus was reawakened. Like a monster of it's own, it exploded in tremendous strength as a windstorm escaped through its mouth and onto you. You had no choice but to take it at full force, and it coated you in a fresh new coat of anal funk. It had been Quinn's biggest fart of the night so far, one that brought her subconscious pleasure as it reverberated through her rectum. It had been so big that it actually caused Quinn to seductively moan and stir in her sleep; her body knew it was a good one. It would have felt like a taunt had you been able to hear it, but the beautiful giantess' anal eruption defeaned you and left you disoriented, even more helpless to whatever it had in store for you.
After the huge fart, Quinn's body began subconsciously searching for a way to get more comfortable. She never really stayed in one position for the entire night, so she began to flip over until she was laying down on her stomach. It seemed to be the new perfect position for her, as her gut wasn't feeling quite as bloated now and could handle the pressure of laying down on it. When she turned over, where did you end up?
You began breaking free from Quinn's thong. Her warm sweat had made it possible for you to escape, even while under the constant barrage of farts that Quinn's asshole had been sputtering out onto you. It was beyond disgusting and rank, but you had been exposed to her flatulence for so long now that you were at least over the shock of it. You decided to focus on your plan for escape: Get off the thong, then follow the current of Quinn's sweat as it follows whatever path her farts were taking to escape her ass. It didn't matter how much flesh you'd have to squeeze through, you knew that you were small enough that you'd be able to just ride Quinn's farts to freedom.
At least, this was your optimistic assumption. You knew that it was also possible you could just get stuck somewhere else and be forced to spend the rest of the night stuck in a different nook of Quinn's glorious backside. But you figured that if you did nothing, you'd be doomed to that sort of fate regardless, so there was no harm in trying.
Quinn's wrinkly hole had a brief moment of rest as the huge fart she had been expelling onto you finished puttering out pitifully. You knew this was going to be your best chance for a while, and began mustering up all of your strength so that you could break yourself off of the thong. It didn't take too long thanks to the amount of warm sweat that you and the cloth were now drenched in. You peeled yourself off, feeling victorious for the first time all day!
You went to stand on the fabric, but as you did your body squished forward in on itself. You fell face-first back into the thong and puddle of gas-infused sweat. It seemed that you overestimated how much you had reformed after breaking off of the thong, as you were now struggling to retain your human shape. Each time you tried to stand, you fell back into yourself. And with each failure, you'd try even quicker to stand, which just caused your body to get tangled more and more within itself.
Why can't I stand up? Is it because of how warm the sweat is? you theorized to yourself. It was in fact the correct guess, as the furnace that Quinn had made deep within her ass was warmer than any mass you've ever been trapped under before. You've handled warm sweat, hot gas, and intense pressure on their own before, but never all at once under several blankets. The conditions that Quinn had made for you were far more devious than what she had anticipated, as it was now impossible for you to reform! You were a tiny puddle of subhuman matter who literally could not even stand up for himself. You nevertheless decided to persist, and began squirming your body forward until you were off of Quinn's thong. No matter, I can always reform after I get out from under Quinn. I can still move at least, so all I have to do is follow--
Your own thoughts were cut off as Quinn's anus was reawakened. Like a monster of it's own, it exploded in tremendous strength as a windstorm escaped through its mouth and onto you. You had no choice but to take it at full force, and it coated you in a fresh new coat of anal funk. It had been Quinn's biggest fart of the night so far, one that brought her subconscious pleasure as it reverberated through her rectum. It had been so big that it actually caused Quinn to seductively moan and stir in her sleep; her body knew it was a good one. It would have felt like a taunt had you been able to hear it, but the beautiful giantess' anal eruption defeaned you and left you disoriented, even more helpless to whatever it had in store for you.
After the huge fart, Quinn's body began subconsciously searching for a way to get more comfortable. She never really stayed in one position for the entire night, so she began to flip over until she was laying down on her stomach. It seemed to be the new perfect position for her, as her gut wasn't feeling quite as bloated now and could handle the pressure of laying down on it. When she turned over, where did you end up?
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