Deep and Dirty Inside of Quinn's Crack
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
revival45
A lot a tumbling and turbulence had happened in a short amount of time. There was Quinn's latest fart that just decimated your senses, and the fact that the giantess had just shifted and turned over to lay on her stomach. This is all on top of how much of a mangled little blob that you had turned into since you were still unable to reform. You couldn't even move yet, and you weren't even sure where you were on Quinn. You only knew that your escape plan had failed.
Quinn's soft flesh was still surrounding you on all sides, and there was a thin coat of sweat on all of her surfaces. It wasn't as much of a flood as when you were under her butt, but the liquid was still able to move you more than you could move yourself. Hopelessly you let it carry you away; you were helpless to the combination of water and gravity. Even this was stronger than you.
You slid down and through more flesh, trying to determine where you were. You couldn't rely on your sight since everything was Quinn's skin, and your sense of smell was too overwhelmed by the entire environment to be any help either. It wasn't until you heard a familiar deep rumble that you realized you were still stuck in Quinn's juicy booty. You were being carried right back to her asshole by her sweat, as if it was your fate to never escape her ass.
A small gust of flatulence escaped Quinn's anus silently. As it hissed out, the sweat that was carrying you flowed quicker to her ass hole. The wrinkly anus was opening just enough for her body's water to drain into, and your stomach dropped as you saw where you were heading. You were terrified of falling inside of Quinn's anus, but with the way gravity was pushing you, you didn't have a chance of avoiding it. You were still a mush of any solid shape, but tried yet again to spread out any appendage you had to grab on to Quinn's oily crack. If you fell into her open asshole, you knew that there'd be absolutely no escaping it, and even less of a chance of being found by your captor.
Time was running out, and Quinn's anus was pulsing out again, ready to unleash another bout of gas. You forced your body to hold on to anything that it could, making the motions of pushing out your arms, legs and head. As the sweat carried you right on top of Quinn's pucker, you managed to reform and hold yourself over her hole! You were still squishy, but you at least weren't falling into her butt. Even as her soft fart blew past you and spread her anus open, you were able to anchor your hands and feet on the edges of her orifice. The warm air blew past you and you had no choice but to inhale it, but you were able to stay put.
When Quinn's asshole closed, you sighed in relief and laid down in exhaustion. That effort you had used to escape a fate of being trapped inside of Quinn's bladder had taken the wind out of you, along with her wind. Even if you could move, you were so exhausted that you were about to drift into unconsciousness, still on top of your roommate's giant, greasy asshole. You closed your eyes ready to rest for the first time in almost a day, not even fazed by the tiny poots that continued to slide out from your wrinkly bed, albeit at a much slower rate. You had experienced so much of Quinn’s emissions by now that it no longer fazed you. Her stench covered you and was so engrained into your squishy form that your last thought before sleeping was whether or not you’d ever be able to clean yourself of it entirely.
With another gentle pfft, Quinn’s anus kissed you goodnight and you fell asleep somewhat peacefully. As you slept, your body would reform on its own, so long as it wasn't interrupted by anything else. But Quinn's gut had experienced the worst of her excessive snacking, so even with her weaker farts that would continue to flow naturally out of her pucker, you weren't going to fall into her bowels.
Hours pass, along with Quinn's gas, until morning comes. Were you able to reform alright?
Quinn's soft flesh was still surrounding you on all sides, and there was a thin coat of sweat on all of her surfaces. It wasn't as much of a flood as when you were under her butt, but the liquid was still able to move you more than you could move yourself. Hopelessly you let it carry you away; you were helpless to the combination of water and gravity. Even this was stronger than you.
You slid down and through more flesh, trying to determine where you were. You couldn't rely on your sight since everything was Quinn's skin, and your sense of smell was too overwhelmed by the entire environment to be any help either. It wasn't until you heard a familiar deep rumble that you realized you were still stuck in Quinn's juicy booty. You were being carried right back to her asshole by her sweat, as if it was your fate to never escape her ass.
A small gust of flatulence escaped Quinn's anus silently. As it hissed out, the sweat that was carrying you flowed quicker to her ass hole. The wrinkly anus was opening just enough for her body's water to drain into, and your stomach dropped as you saw where you were heading. You were terrified of falling inside of Quinn's anus, but with the way gravity was pushing you, you didn't have a chance of avoiding it. You were still a mush of any solid shape, but tried yet again to spread out any appendage you had to grab on to Quinn's oily crack. If you fell into her open asshole, you knew that there'd be absolutely no escaping it, and even less of a chance of being found by your captor.
Time was running out, and Quinn's anus was pulsing out again, ready to unleash another bout of gas. You forced your body to hold on to anything that it could, making the motions of pushing out your arms, legs and head. As the sweat carried you right on top of Quinn's pucker, you managed to reform and hold yourself over her hole! You were still squishy, but you at least weren't falling into her butt. Even as her soft fart blew past you and spread her anus open, you were able to anchor your hands and feet on the edges of her orifice. The warm air blew past you and you had no choice but to inhale it, but you were able to stay put.
When Quinn's asshole closed, you sighed in relief and laid down in exhaustion. That effort you had used to escape a fate of being trapped inside of Quinn's bladder had taken the wind out of you, along with her wind. Even if you could move, you were so exhausted that you were about to drift into unconsciousness, still on top of your roommate's giant, greasy asshole. You closed your eyes ready to rest for the first time in almost a day, not even fazed by the tiny poots that continued to slide out from your wrinkly bed, albeit at a much slower rate. You had experienced so much of Quinn’s emissions by now that it no longer fazed you. Her stench covered you and was so engrained into your squishy form that your last thought before sleeping was whether or not you’d ever be able to clean yourself of it entirely.
With another gentle pfft, Quinn’s anus kissed you goodnight and you fell asleep somewhat peacefully. As you slept, your body would reform on its own, so long as it wasn't interrupted by anything else. But Quinn's gut had experienced the worst of her excessive snacking, so even with her weaker farts that would continue to flow naturally out of her pucker, you weren't going to fall into her bowels.
Hours pass, along with Quinn's gas, until morning comes. Were you able to reform alright?
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