Quinn's Living Farthole
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
revival45
As you were stretched and stretched to your limit, you were helpless to the built-up methane that Quinn was pushing upon you. After seconds of straining, you decided that you should finally just give yourself up to the fart. After all, it was going to be so big that you figured it would shoot you straight off of Quinn's asshole and back into her thong. You winged in pain and finally stopped straining, ready to be shot off of Quinn's anus.
What ended up happening was, though, was that Quinn's intestinal air took the path of least resistance. The bonds that your body had formed with Quinn's wrinkly pucker seemed to be too strong for the fart to dislodge, so it went to the next weakest area: your thinly stretched out torso. The fart ripped open a microscopic tear through your squishy form, which instantaneously teared open into a gaping hole. As if you had been shot, the fart ripped through your body, leaving you donut shaped on Quinn's anus. You saw how the inside of your body was teared apart by the massive eruption of gas, and as Quinn lowered her backside back down to the bed you were compressed back into yourself, along with the rank sphincter.
"Ahhhhh," Quinn moaned in relief and pleasure. "That feels so much better. Christ, I slept great!" As she turned over and sat up in bed, she remembered the prisoner she had trapped in her thong and laughed. "Hahaha, hope you survived the night Hunter." Quinn removed her blankets and inhaled deeply, feeling her nose burn as the ghosts of her farts dissipated through the air. "Based on the smell underneath these covers, I'd say you learned your lesson. Let's get you out of there. Well, at least after this..."
The thick giantess let another silent stream of gas roll out of her asshole easily, thinking that it was just coating you and her thong. What she didn't realize was that you were now totally fused to her asshole, and that latest fart was like a slap in the face. You had just spent the past 12 hours being baked alive by Quinn's gas, but being turned into her literal anus? The taste and smell were amplified tenfold. The hole that was ripped in your center by that last fart was now tingling as the hot stream of air was expelled slowly through it. The hole fluttered until the fart was over, at which point it rested on Quinn's oily butt hole and began fusing with it!
Since the rest of your body was already stuck to your roommate, the newly formed hole was quick to follow suit. Faster than you had ever reformed before, it attached and rooted itself in the wrinkly folds of Quinn's asshole. Your white skin met the orifices shit-stained surface, so you could see which parts were you and which parts were Quinn's anus. You were surrounded by her skin on all sides, and at the center of you was her new anal sphincter. The hole became your mouth, and swiftly scrunched up as an asshole does. This was bad.
Oblivious to your transformation, Quinn looped her fingers through the waistband of the thong and pulled it down her legs. As she did, you watched the purple thong in front of you get pulled through her huge squishy cheeks, and felt jealous of the fabric. The underwear was able to escape Quinn's juicy ass, but you were not. It was like watching the bus leave without you, only you knew there was no second one coming.
Quinn held the thong up to her face, and had to move her head away due to how bad they smelt. After getting over the shock, she observed them closer so that she could remove you from them, but couldn't see you on them. "Hunter, you there?" She asked slowly as it dawned on her that she may have lost you. "Need a few minutes to reform?" She set the thong down on her desk and watched it for a few moments motionlessly, while you were trying to think of ways to get Quinn's attention. She looked over to her bed and asked aloud, "Did get out at some point during the night? You still in bed?" She flipped through her blankets and shook them out, looking for anything to fall out of them with no luck. Looking back at the unchanged thong, she was starting to get worried now. "Hunter, I'm done punishing you. Please come out, wherever you are."
Your mind was racing as Quinn kept on searching, you knew this was a crucial time. You may have been fused to Quinn's anus but maybe you could muster up some strength and twitch to get her attention. As you focused on yourself, an idea came to Quinn: Maybe he's stuck to my body? He could be in my butt or somewhere else... Quinn motioned her fingers under her huge boobs, feeling for anything that was abnormal. She checked her armpits, toes, thighs and pussy, where she still couldn't find any sign of you. All that was left was her dirty asscrack.
Quinn dragged a finger down her crack, and ran it right over you and her asshole. It hurt your face, but you had at least made some sort of contact with your captor! She hadn't felt anything off, but grabbed a hand mirror and decided she should look just to be safe, since her massive booty was the only part of her she wasn't able to clearly see with her eyes. You felt your whole world shift and stretch as Quinn spread her legs and bent forward. As she did, her cheeks spread apart and the world outside of her ass was exposed to you. It had been the first time since last night in the bathroom, and your vision was instantly blinded by the bright light. You had grown so accustomed to the dark depths of Quinn's ass that your irises were aching just being exposed to the light coming in from the bedroom window. You forced your eyes open through the pain, and saw a hand holding a mirror slowly come into view.
As it did, you sank as you got a good look at yourself. Quinn's asshole was mostly identical to what it already had been, with the only difference being the small ring of lighter skin at the very center of the orifice. You thought it'd be bigger and more pronounced, but it was barely half an inch wide. As for your eyes, there were two dots right at the top of separate anal folds. You were glad that you could at least see forward, but never before had you been so frustrated with having brown eyes. At the center of the anus where all of her folds met was where your mouth was, although this was something you could tell purely off of the taste. Unless someone was really focusing on every detail of Quinn's puffy orifice, nobody would be able to tell that there was anything off about this beauty's pooper.
The situation was more dire than you had realized, but you had to focus. After all, this was going to be your best chance to contact Quinn for a while. As the mirrored centered itself on you, you saw her pretty face reflected in it upside-down. You mustered all of your energy and yelled as much as you could: "QUINNNNNNN"
But when you yelled, all that came out was a rank, sloppy PPFFFFFFFFTTTTTT
Does Quinn see you through the fart?
What ended up happening was, though, was that Quinn's intestinal air took the path of least resistance. The bonds that your body had formed with Quinn's wrinkly pucker seemed to be too strong for the fart to dislodge, so it went to the next weakest area: your thinly stretched out torso. The fart ripped open a microscopic tear through your squishy form, which instantaneously teared open into a gaping hole. As if you had been shot, the fart ripped through your body, leaving you donut shaped on Quinn's anus. You saw how the inside of your body was teared apart by the massive eruption of gas, and as Quinn lowered her backside back down to the bed you were compressed back into yourself, along with the rank sphincter.
"Ahhhhh," Quinn moaned in relief and pleasure. "That feels so much better. Christ, I slept great!" As she turned over and sat up in bed, she remembered the prisoner she had trapped in her thong and laughed. "Hahaha, hope you survived the night Hunter." Quinn removed her blankets and inhaled deeply, feeling her nose burn as the ghosts of her farts dissipated through the air. "Based on the smell underneath these covers, I'd say you learned your lesson. Let's get you out of there. Well, at least after this..."
The thick giantess let another silent stream of gas roll out of her asshole easily, thinking that it was just coating you and her thong. What she didn't realize was that you were now totally fused to her asshole, and that latest fart was like a slap in the face. You had just spent the past 12 hours being baked alive by Quinn's gas, but being turned into her literal anus? The taste and smell were amplified tenfold. The hole that was ripped in your center by that last fart was now tingling as the hot stream of air was expelled slowly through it. The hole fluttered until the fart was over, at which point it rested on Quinn's oily butt hole and began fusing with it!
Since the rest of your body was already stuck to your roommate, the newly formed hole was quick to follow suit. Faster than you had ever reformed before, it attached and rooted itself in the wrinkly folds of Quinn's asshole. Your white skin met the orifices shit-stained surface, so you could see which parts were you and which parts were Quinn's anus. You were surrounded by her skin on all sides, and at the center of you was her new anal sphincter. The hole became your mouth, and swiftly scrunched up as an asshole does. This was bad.
Oblivious to your transformation, Quinn looped her fingers through the waistband of the thong and pulled it down her legs. As she did, you watched the purple thong in front of you get pulled through her huge squishy cheeks, and felt jealous of the fabric. The underwear was able to escape Quinn's juicy ass, but you were not. It was like watching the bus leave without you, only you knew there was no second one coming.
Quinn held the thong up to her face, and had to move her head away due to how bad they smelt. After getting over the shock, she observed them closer so that she could remove you from them, but couldn't see you on them. "Hunter, you there?" She asked slowly as it dawned on her that she may have lost you. "Need a few minutes to reform?" She set the thong down on her desk and watched it for a few moments motionlessly, while you were trying to think of ways to get Quinn's attention. She looked over to her bed and asked aloud, "Did get out at some point during the night? You still in bed?" She flipped through her blankets and shook them out, looking for anything to fall out of them with no luck. Looking back at the unchanged thong, she was starting to get worried now. "Hunter, I'm done punishing you. Please come out, wherever you are."
Your mind was racing as Quinn kept on searching, you knew this was a crucial time. You may have been fused to Quinn's anus but maybe you could muster up some strength and twitch to get her attention. As you focused on yourself, an idea came to Quinn: Maybe he's stuck to my body? He could be in my butt or somewhere else... Quinn motioned her fingers under her huge boobs, feeling for anything that was abnormal. She checked her armpits, toes, thighs and pussy, where she still couldn't find any sign of you. All that was left was her dirty asscrack.
Quinn dragged a finger down her crack, and ran it right over you and her asshole. It hurt your face, but you had at least made some sort of contact with your captor! She hadn't felt anything off, but grabbed a hand mirror and decided she should look just to be safe, since her massive booty was the only part of her she wasn't able to clearly see with her eyes. You felt your whole world shift and stretch as Quinn spread her legs and bent forward. As she did, her cheeks spread apart and the world outside of her ass was exposed to you. It had been the first time since last night in the bathroom, and your vision was instantly blinded by the bright light. You had grown so accustomed to the dark depths of Quinn's ass that your irises were aching just being exposed to the light coming in from the bedroom window. You forced your eyes open through the pain, and saw a hand holding a mirror slowly come into view.
As it did, you sank as you got a good look at yourself. Quinn's asshole was mostly identical to what it already had been, with the only difference being the small ring of lighter skin at the very center of the orifice. You thought it'd be bigger and more pronounced, but it was barely half an inch wide. As for your eyes, there were two dots right at the top of separate anal folds. You were glad that you could at least see forward, but never before had you been so frustrated with having brown eyes. At the center of the anus where all of her folds met was where your mouth was, although this was something you could tell purely off of the taste. Unless someone was really focusing on every detail of Quinn's puffy orifice, nobody would be able to tell that there was anything off about this beauty's pooper.
The situation was more dire than you had realized, but you had to focus. After all, this was going to be your best chance to contact Quinn for a while. As the mirrored centered itself on you, you saw her pretty face reflected in it upside-down. You mustered all of your energy and yelled as much as you could: "QUINNNNNNN"
But when you yelled, all that came out was a rank, sloppy PPFFFFFFFFTTTTTT
Does Quinn see you through the fart?
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April 23, 2025
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