A Little Progress Towards Freedom
Giantess/Shrinking & Farts
Chapter 8
Still desperate to get Emily's attention, you knew you had to do something. Getting stuck halfway into her enormous anus was pretty much the worst scenario possible, but it did afford you a new opportunity - surely if her anus was more sensitive than her buttflesh, it stood to reason that the inside of her rectum would be even more sensitive... Right? You didn't have the best grasp of anatomy admittedly, but what other option did you have?
You wriggled your arms, trying to pop one free, but to no avail. Your legs were still stuck on the other side, so those were out, too. That left only one solution... You were going to have to bite her again. You took a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself, but this proved to be a mistake given where you currently were. The rank scent radiating from around her thong earlier was much worse now that you were taking it straight from the source. The scent itself wasn't the terrible part - you'd smelled much worse from Lillian before - but the sheer volume of it at your current scale was mind-numbingly overwhelming. It was like being trapped in a sealed cavern while a girl dutch ovened you, her gas replacing all of the air inside.
You coughed and sputtered, trying to catch your breath but finding nothing to fill your lungs with other than Emily's stink. You just wanted a minute to collect yourself, but you could tell the clock was ticking... Emily's butthole was squeezing you so tightly that your arms were starting to go numb. If you didn't get out of here soon, you wouldn't have any strength left. Desperately you bent forward and planted your face into the wrinkles of Emily's sphincter, gathering as much of the rubbery flesh in your mouth as you could before clamping down with your teeth.
The instant the deed was done you recoiled in disgust. Some of the natural oil lining the inside of her rectum had rubbed off on your tongue, and it tasted like her fart from earlier condensed into a concentrated liquid. Which, you supposed, was pretty much exactly what it was. You swallowed a few times in quick succession but it didn't really do anything to clear the taste out of your mouth. All you could do now was sit and wait, the horrible taste serving as a constant reminder of the unspeakable thing you'd just done.
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Emily continued to scour the hallways around the gym, searching for her target. Whenever she got to the door of a classroom, she'd peek her head around the doorframe just enough to get a quick look inside before ducking back out of sight, not wanting the other teachers to know she was cutting P.E. right now. As she wandered the halls, her anus gave a mild twinge of discomfort deep within her asscrack. Blaise's efforts to be noticed had resulted in Emily feeling something, but unfortunately for him it was too mild and the girl's mind was too focused for her to pay any conscious attention to it. Nope, not in art class... Definitely not in history class, there wasn't even anyone in the room. What about-
"Emily! There you are!"
"Gah!" Emily yelled in surprise. The shock made her release a small fart she hadn't realized she'd been holding in, but it didn't make a sound so she quickly brushed it off. "Monique!" she whispered harshly, "I'm trying to be, like, stealthy here!"
"Sorry," whispered Monique.
"What are you doing here, anyway? Are you skipping class too?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Coach Amber sent me to come find you, but now that I have I don't really feel like going back."
"That's fair," said Emily, looking into another classroom.
"What're you up to exactly? This is weird, even for you."
"...Gonna pretend you didn't just say that," said Emily, scowling. "Anyway, I'm searching for Blaise. He didn't show up to gym class while I was gone, did he?"
"Huh. No, I guess he didn't."
"Perfect. I saw him earlier, so he must be around here somewhere..."
"Gonna add him to 'the list'?"
"You know it."
---
You continued waiting for a reaction from Emily, but none seemed to come. Even this wasn't enough?? But after a small delay, you felt your constraints loosening after all as the band of Emily's anus relaxed its grip on you. Before you had time to take advantage of your regained freedom, you were immediately slapped in the face by a gust of nasty-smelling wind. Emily's fart, a very small one for her, was still massive at your scale and it sent you careening into her thin red thong. ...Alright! That wasn't what you had intended to happen, but it was still a step in the right direction. As feeling returned to your arms, you felt a surge of confidence in your strategy, not realizing that the fart just now actually had nothing to do with you at all.
Speaking of strategy, you still needed to find a way to get out of this girl's massive buttcheeks. All you could see at the moment was red, as you had landed face first into the inside of her thong. The edges folded in on themselves a little bit, covering you like a sleeping bag that wasn't zipped up all the way. To think this girl's tiny butt floss was wider than you were tall right now... It was a humbling thought. You grabbed either side of the thong and flipped yourself around, trying to get your bearings a bit better. Across from you was the behemoth of an anus that had just been keeping you captive. As if to taunt you it let out another silent but deadly toot, the force throwing your head back and splashing a bit of leftover butt sweat into your mouth. Yeah, you definitely needed to get out of here as soon as possible. But how?
Option A: While it didn't work great before, the best plan you can come up with is to keep trying to crawl out from between her cheeks and hope she stays still for a while. It could work...
Option B: Emily gives up on looking for you for now and goes to change out of her gym clothes, giving you a much better shot at getting free. But if you do escape, better hope she doesn't find you at this size...
Option C: You don't get a chance to come up with a plan. Emily bends over, leaving you hanging above her anus, and your grip is slipping...
You wriggled your arms, trying to pop one free, but to no avail. Your legs were still stuck on the other side, so those were out, too. That left only one solution... You were going to have to bite her again. You took a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself, but this proved to be a mistake given where you currently were. The rank scent radiating from around her thong earlier was much worse now that you were taking it straight from the source. The scent itself wasn't the terrible part - you'd smelled much worse from Lillian before - but the sheer volume of it at your current scale was mind-numbingly overwhelming. It was like being trapped in a sealed cavern while a girl dutch ovened you, her gas replacing all of the air inside.
You coughed and sputtered, trying to catch your breath but finding nothing to fill your lungs with other than Emily's stink. You just wanted a minute to collect yourself, but you could tell the clock was ticking... Emily's butthole was squeezing you so tightly that your arms were starting to go numb. If you didn't get out of here soon, you wouldn't have any strength left. Desperately you bent forward and planted your face into the wrinkles of Emily's sphincter, gathering as much of the rubbery flesh in your mouth as you could before clamping down with your teeth.
The instant the deed was done you recoiled in disgust. Some of the natural oil lining the inside of her rectum had rubbed off on your tongue, and it tasted like her fart from earlier condensed into a concentrated liquid. Which, you supposed, was pretty much exactly what it was. You swallowed a few times in quick succession but it didn't really do anything to clear the taste out of your mouth. All you could do now was sit and wait, the horrible taste serving as a constant reminder of the unspeakable thing you'd just done.
---
Emily continued to scour the hallways around the gym, searching for her target. Whenever she got to the door of a classroom, she'd peek her head around the doorframe just enough to get a quick look inside before ducking back out of sight, not wanting the other teachers to know she was cutting P.E. right now. As she wandered the halls, her anus gave a mild twinge of discomfort deep within her asscrack. Blaise's efforts to be noticed had resulted in Emily feeling something, but unfortunately for him it was too mild and the girl's mind was too focused for her to pay any conscious attention to it. Nope, not in art class... Definitely not in history class, there wasn't even anyone in the room. What about-
"Emily! There you are!"
"Gah!" Emily yelled in surprise. The shock made her release a small fart she hadn't realized she'd been holding in, but it didn't make a sound so she quickly brushed it off. "Monique!" she whispered harshly, "I'm trying to be, like, stealthy here!"
"Sorry," whispered Monique.
"What are you doing here, anyway? Are you skipping class too?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Coach Amber sent me to come find you, but now that I have I don't really feel like going back."
"That's fair," said Emily, looking into another classroom.
"What're you up to exactly? This is weird, even for you."
"...Gonna pretend you didn't just say that," said Emily, scowling. "Anyway, I'm searching for Blaise. He didn't show up to gym class while I was gone, did he?"
"Huh. No, I guess he didn't."
"Perfect. I saw him earlier, so he must be around here somewhere..."
"Gonna add him to 'the list'?"
"You know it."
---
You continued waiting for a reaction from Emily, but none seemed to come. Even this wasn't enough?? But after a small delay, you felt your constraints loosening after all as the band of Emily's anus relaxed its grip on you. Before you had time to take advantage of your regained freedom, you were immediately slapped in the face by a gust of nasty-smelling wind. Emily's fart, a very small one for her, was still massive at your scale and it sent you careening into her thin red thong. ...Alright! That wasn't what you had intended to happen, but it was still a step in the right direction. As feeling returned to your arms, you felt a surge of confidence in your strategy, not realizing that the fart just now actually had nothing to do with you at all.
Speaking of strategy, you still needed to find a way to get out of this girl's massive buttcheeks. All you could see at the moment was red, as you had landed face first into the inside of her thong. The edges folded in on themselves a little bit, covering you like a sleeping bag that wasn't zipped up all the way. To think this girl's tiny butt floss was wider than you were tall right now... It was a humbling thought. You grabbed either side of the thong and flipped yourself around, trying to get your bearings a bit better. Across from you was the behemoth of an anus that had just been keeping you captive. As if to taunt you it let out another silent but deadly toot, the force throwing your head back and splashing a bit of leftover butt sweat into your mouth. Yeah, you definitely needed to get out of here as soon as possible. But how?
Option A: While it didn't work great before, the best plan you can come up with is to keep trying to crawl out from between her cheeks and hope she stays still for a while. It could work...
Option B: Emily gives up on looking for you for now and goes to change out of her gym clothes, giving you a much better shot at getting free. But if you do escape, better hope she doesn't find you at this size...
Option C: You don't get a chance to come up with a plan. Emily bends over, leaving you hanging above her anus, and your grip is slipping...
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May 12, 2023
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