Usual crush visit... or is it?
Giantess/Shrinking & Farts
Chapter 3
A notification from Jen catches your attention and your heart starts to race. Hesitating, you eventually open it up see that Jen received some stuff from her grandmother and wanted your help to sort through it. Seeing this as an opportunity, you immediately text her back and a few hours later, Jen's at your doorstep with a bunch of boxes.
"Thanks for helping me out with this!" "No problem, Jen! Glad to help!" You reply, helping her get the boxes inside and admiring her figure secretly.
Jen was wearing black heel pumps with jeans and a white blouse that revealed her massive cleavage, all of it greatly showcasing her curves. Meanwhile, Jen was happy that she was with you and no one else to interfere with her flirting, which was ironic that neither of you noticed that you both liked each other. The two of you sort things out of the boxes and while you question Jen what goes where, Jen would move her body close to you so you would feel her body, especially her breasts. Eventually, everything was dealt with except for a compass with a sharp blade sticking out, the same blade that cut you and your blood fell onto it.
"I'm so sorry about it!" Jen said, ready to cry as she fishes out a band aid for you.
"No problem; it was just an accident," you sooth her, happy you're being treated by your crush.
An awkward amount of silence passes by, even after the wound was sealed and eventually, Jen coughs before speaking.
"Say, Blaise..." "Yeah, Jen?" "Ding!"
Jen's phone goes off and Jen looks at it in annoyance, her brow knotting together even more after reading it.
"Lillian sent me a text, asking me if she should become a fart model."
"Wait, that's a thing!? I know that she has the butt and farts for it, even joking she make it into a job, but seriously?" You ask, Jen glaring at you slightly.
"Sorry, going off topic here. So what happened to her?" You quickly said, Jen's glare lessening and she sighs.
"She was trying find some fart pranks she could do and she came across of a video of woman farting. Lillian was quite surprised people would pay for this kind of thing."
"I'm betting you could find a fart model that could beat Lillian in both farts and ass," you laugh, Jen joining in too as the compass begins to float up slowly and the needle spins around like crazy as nobody notices it.
You two notices something's off when the room begins to spin around rapidly and the two of you try to shout to each other, but the other person wasn't able to hear them before they black out.
You wake up to something soft on your face and you blush as you could tell it was Jen on top of you. A short 'Bbbrraappttt!' hits you in the face you gag as Jen slowly gets off you, her face red from embarrassment.
"Sorry!" "It's ok- Woah!" You reply, your nose cringing badly at the smell as Jen's face turns even more red.
"Sorry," she repeats herself, this time more quiet than the last.
"It's not you fart that stinks but the air here!" You answer, covering your nose and Jen does the same after taking a whiff of the air here.
While Jen's fart smelt of rotten onions, the air around reeked of pure shit and you look around for the source. Two things you notice is one being Jen is twice your height, your head level with Jen's backside, and two being that you're in a brownish, pink cavern with a massive opening behind you twitching itself open occasionally.
"If I didn't know any better I say we're inside someone's colon," Jen said, disbelief coloring her face and you wanted to call it off as a joke, but due to how unbelievable the situation is, you have no idea of what else could be possible.
The anus opens up as a massive gale roars past you two and exits out as a massive fart. The two of you cling to the intestinal floor as hard you can and when your arms feel like they're ready to tear off, the fart ends.
"I think the compass is the reason why we're here, cause I just saw it for a brief moment," Jen said as she help you up as you both gag on the flatulence.
The question remains, whose colon is it?
"Thanks for helping me out with this!" "No problem, Jen! Glad to help!" You reply, helping her get the boxes inside and admiring her figure secretly.
Jen was wearing black heel pumps with jeans and a white blouse that revealed her massive cleavage, all of it greatly showcasing her curves. Meanwhile, Jen was happy that she was with you and no one else to interfere with her flirting, which was ironic that neither of you noticed that you both liked each other. The two of you sort things out of the boxes and while you question Jen what goes where, Jen would move her body close to you so you would feel her body, especially her breasts. Eventually, everything was dealt with except for a compass with a sharp blade sticking out, the same blade that cut you and your blood fell onto it.
"I'm so sorry about it!" Jen said, ready to cry as she fishes out a band aid for you.
"No problem; it was just an accident," you sooth her, happy you're being treated by your crush.
An awkward amount of silence passes by, even after the wound was sealed and eventually, Jen coughs before speaking.
"Say, Blaise..." "Yeah, Jen?" "Ding!"
Jen's phone goes off and Jen looks at it in annoyance, her brow knotting together even more after reading it.
"Lillian sent me a text, asking me if she should become a fart model."
"Wait, that's a thing!? I know that she has the butt and farts for it, even joking she make it into a job, but seriously?" You ask, Jen glaring at you slightly.
"Sorry, going off topic here. So what happened to her?" You quickly said, Jen's glare lessening and she sighs.
"She was trying find some fart pranks she could do and she came across of a video of woman farting. Lillian was quite surprised people would pay for this kind of thing."
"I'm betting you could find a fart model that could beat Lillian in both farts and ass," you laugh, Jen joining in too as the compass begins to float up slowly and the needle spins around like crazy as nobody notices it.
You two notices something's off when the room begins to spin around rapidly and the two of you try to shout to each other, but the other person wasn't able to hear them before they black out.
You wake up to something soft on your face and you blush as you could tell it was Jen on top of you. A short 'Bbbrraappttt!' hits you in the face you gag as Jen slowly gets off you, her face red from embarrassment.
"Sorry!" "It's ok- Woah!" You reply, your nose cringing badly at the smell as Jen's face turns even more red.
"Sorry," she repeats herself, this time more quiet than the last.
"It's not you fart that stinks but the air here!" You answer, covering your nose and Jen does the same after taking a whiff of the air here.
While Jen's fart smelt of rotten onions, the air around reeked of pure shit and you look around for the source. Two things you notice is one being Jen is twice your height, your head level with Jen's backside, and two being that you're in a brownish, pink cavern with a massive opening behind you twitching itself open occasionally.
"If I didn't know any better I say we're inside someone's colon," Jen said, disbelief coloring her face and you wanted to call it off as a joke, but due to how unbelievable the situation is, you have no idea of what else could be possible.
The anus opens up as a massive gale roars past you two and exits out as a massive fart. The two of you cling to the intestinal floor as hard you can and when your arms feel like they're ready to tear off, the fart ends.
"I think the compass is the reason why we're here, cause I just saw it for a brief moment," Jen said as she help you up as you both gag on the flatulence.
The question remains, whose colon is it?
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May 12, 2023
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