A Romantic Night With Quinn and Avery
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 28
by
copier
· original author:
revival45
You sat patiently in between Quinn's cheeks, comforted by her warmth and pressure as she sat on the couch with Avery. You heard them exchanging words, and while you couldn't understand the words they were sharing, you could tell your mistress was having a good time. Her tone was joyful and it sounded like she was laughing a lot, but the actual content of her conversation with Avery was lost on you. Not because you couldn't hear them, but because the English language was becoming incomprehensible to you after so much time as Quinn's anus. After all, there wasn't any way you could speak, and there's biologically no reason for an asshole to have the capacity to understand speech.
What you could understand many times better than the beautiful giantess' conversation was a familiar intestinal rumbling. You knew that Quinn had eaten dinner, and could feel the same pressure that was building up inside of her gut. It translated to more flatulence that you'd soon be able to burp and savor, as well as the chance to have purpose and make your mistress feel better. Once a fart found its way to the inside of your mouth, you were ready to release it, but found yourself confused when your captor took control of your mouth and clenched you shut. Why isn't she letting me relieve her? Did I do something wrong? you wondered to yourself, unaware of the eagerness you had for expelling Quinn's methane.
Up above you, Quinn and Avery's date was going over excellently. They had a lovely dinner, and each gobbled down a large cheesy pizza and a big order of breadsticks. They talked deeply and joked often, with the conversation getting deeper once Avery brought out out a 6 pack of beer for them to split. Each being a bit of a lightweight, their drunkenness kept them loose and happy, and was even making them each feel a little frisky. Avery kept this fact no secret, but Quinn tried to remain cool and collected, not wanting to show her hand before she completely understood it herself. Am I really considering sleeping with Avery tonight? she thought to herself with a hazy mind.
Quinn's gut then made a loud rumble, which caused her to blush. If she was going to sleep with Avery, she definitely couldn't do it after eating all the food. Avery, on the other hand, was also experiencing a similar feeling in her own gut, but she enjoyed it. More than that, she was getting excited thinking about how her lactose intolerant date's belly was producing it's own obscene amount of gas. She was proud of herself for devising such an intimate plan for her date... she just needed to see if Quinn would be on board with her fetish.
"Hehe, your belly sure is singing a lot," Avery teased her date.
Quinn's blush turned into an even deeper shade of red. Trying to play it off nonchalantly, she nervously laughed and replied to her date. "Haha, hey you're the one that suggested pizza. You knew what you were getting into. I can't help if it makes me gassy." She downed the rest of her bottle of beer, still clenching you tightly.
Avery kept on smiling and scooted closer to Quinn. "Like I said, I really don't mind. It's just a thing of nature, aint it? We all do it." She asked woozily, not realizing how inebriated she was feeling. Looking Quinn deep in her beautiful eyes, inspiration struck her bloated belly. "In fact..." Avery lifted her butt off of the sofa and relaxed herself, causing a bassy brrrrrfft to slide out of her ass.
"Avery!" Quinn yelled playfully. "How dare you?"
"What? I figured actions speak louder than words, hahaha!" Avery laid back on the couch laughing, unintentionally ripping another fart, this time in Quinn's direction.
Too slap-happy and tipsy to care, Quinn broke out into more laughter. "Yeah, and they definitely SMELL louder than words too."
"That doesn't even make any sense," Avery laughed out.
With her guard lowered enough by the pink haired vixen, Quinn swallowed. I can't believe I'm about to do this... she thought to herself as she relaxed her anus. "Oh yeah? Maybe this will translate."
BRRRRRAAAAAPPPPTTTT
The pressure on the other side of you was building, and as the temperature rose the taste of Quinn's gas became more pungent. Getting excited, you tried eagerly to expand and blossom it out so that you could enjoy basking in the stench, but your mistress kept your mouth shut. It already tastes so good, why won't she let me fart it out? you wondered. You heard the two giantesses continue their conversation, unable to understand them until you heard your host say "... it makes me gassy." Like the dirty talk of a disgusting foreplay, it made you hard. Or rather, it would have if you still had your penis.
Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, your mistress finally gave you what you wanted. Relaxing herself, you were able to feel your body's resistance weaken. Finally! you thought, then prepared yourself to rip. Opening your sphincter wide, Quinn's fart tumbled out of you violently, exploding the fleshy landscape ahead of you. Her underwear fluttered as her cheeks repeatedly slammed into you while the methane air forced them apart. Your mistress' stink was a hundred times more intoxicating now that it floated around your front, same with the taste. When all of the flatulence finally exited Quinn's ass, your mouth fluttered until it was completely shut again. You were on cloud nine, but it was only the first fart of many that were to come.
Avery failed to hide her joy, getting almost as much pleasure from the fart as you did. She took a deep breath and smiled, before snapping back to her senses, embarrassed that Quinn had seen the entire thing. "Uhh... sorry. That was so gross!" she replied clumsily, trying to save face. But it had been too late, Quinn had seen what happened and could see right through Avery's lie. How does she react?
What you could understand many times better than the beautiful giantess' conversation was a familiar intestinal rumbling. You knew that Quinn had eaten dinner, and could feel the same pressure that was building up inside of her gut. It translated to more flatulence that you'd soon be able to burp and savor, as well as the chance to have purpose and make your mistress feel better. Once a fart found its way to the inside of your mouth, you were ready to release it, but found yourself confused when your captor took control of your mouth and clenched you shut. Why isn't she letting me relieve her? Did I do something wrong? you wondered to yourself, unaware of the eagerness you had for expelling Quinn's methane.
Up above you, Quinn and Avery's date was going over excellently. They had a lovely dinner, and each gobbled down a large cheesy pizza and a big order of breadsticks. They talked deeply and joked often, with the conversation getting deeper once Avery brought out out a 6 pack of beer for them to split. Each being a bit of a lightweight, their drunkenness kept them loose and happy, and was even making them each feel a little frisky. Avery kept this fact no secret, but Quinn tried to remain cool and collected, not wanting to show her hand before she completely understood it herself. Am I really considering sleeping with Avery tonight? she thought to herself with a hazy mind.
Quinn's gut then made a loud rumble, which caused her to blush. If she was going to sleep with Avery, she definitely couldn't do it after eating all the food. Avery, on the other hand, was also experiencing a similar feeling in her own gut, but she enjoyed it. More than that, she was getting excited thinking about how her lactose intolerant date's belly was producing it's own obscene amount of gas. She was proud of herself for devising such an intimate plan for her date... she just needed to see if Quinn would be on board with her fetish.
"Hehe, your belly sure is singing a lot," Avery teased her date.
Quinn's blush turned into an even deeper shade of red. Trying to play it off nonchalantly, she nervously laughed and replied to her date. "Haha, hey you're the one that suggested pizza. You knew what you were getting into. I can't help if it makes me gassy." She downed the rest of her bottle of beer, still clenching you tightly.
Avery kept on smiling and scooted closer to Quinn. "Like I said, I really don't mind. It's just a thing of nature, aint it? We all do it." She asked woozily, not realizing how inebriated she was feeling. Looking Quinn deep in her beautiful eyes, inspiration struck her bloated belly. "In fact..." Avery lifted her butt off of the sofa and relaxed herself, causing a bassy brrrrrfft to slide out of her ass.
"Avery!" Quinn yelled playfully. "How dare you?"
"What? I figured actions speak louder than words, hahaha!" Avery laid back on the couch laughing, unintentionally ripping another fart, this time in Quinn's direction.
Too slap-happy and tipsy to care, Quinn broke out into more laughter. "Yeah, and they definitely SMELL louder than words too."
"That doesn't even make any sense," Avery laughed out.
With her guard lowered enough by the pink haired vixen, Quinn swallowed. I can't believe I'm about to do this... she thought to herself as she relaxed her anus. "Oh yeah? Maybe this will translate."
BRRRRRAAAAAPPPPTTTT
The pressure on the other side of you was building, and as the temperature rose the taste of Quinn's gas became more pungent. Getting excited, you tried eagerly to expand and blossom it out so that you could enjoy basking in the stench, but your mistress kept your mouth shut. It already tastes so good, why won't she let me fart it out? you wondered. You heard the two giantesses continue their conversation, unable to understand them until you heard your host say "... it makes me gassy." Like the dirty talk of a disgusting foreplay, it made you hard. Or rather, it would have if you still had your penis.
Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, your mistress finally gave you what you wanted. Relaxing herself, you were able to feel your body's resistance weaken. Finally! you thought, then prepared yourself to rip. Opening your sphincter wide, Quinn's fart tumbled out of you violently, exploding the fleshy landscape ahead of you. Her underwear fluttered as her cheeks repeatedly slammed into you while the methane air forced them apart. Your mistress' stink was a hundred times more intoxicating now that it floated around your front, same with the taste. When all of the flatulence finally exited Quinn's ass, your mouth fluttered until it was completely shut again. You were on cloud nine, but it was only the first fart of many that were to come.
Avery failed to hide her joy, getting almost as much pleasure from the fart as you did. She took a deep breath and smiled, before snapping back to her senses, embarrassed that Quinn had seen the entire thing. "Uhh... sorry. That was so gross!" she replied clumsily, trying to save face. But it had been too late, Quinn had seen what happened and could see right through Avery's lie. How does she react?
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