"Contest? What kind of contest?" asked Veronica.
"A fart contest, of course. Since we all just loaded up on burritos, it's a good time for one, don't ya think?"
"I dunno..." said Monique. She still wasn't sure she enjoyed this kind of thing as much as the other two seemed to.
"Aww, come on, Moni! You had some pretty good ones last time."
"Nothing compared to yours though, Veronica. There's almost no point in competing against you."
"Hey, at least someone recognizes my 'talent'," said Veronica, giggling. Just then, she felt her stomach grumble loudly. "Oh! Speaking of, I'm not sure how long I can hold these in. Mind if I start things off?"
Monique looked up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking. "Eh sure, why the hell not."
Monique had barely finished her sentence when from behind Veronica came a sputtering explosion.
PBBBBLLLLRRRRT
"Guh. Man that felt good to get out." Veronica sighed as her fifteen-second-long fart died off, leaving the room quiet again.
"Lemme try," said Emily. Grunting, she strained her butt muscles to squeeze out as much gas as she could.
PPPPBBBBBBBBTTTT
"Wow, that was even longer than mine. Nice one, Em."
"Eugh." Monique waved her hand in front of her face. "Can you guys, like, fart into the couch instead or something? We only just started and you stank up the whole room."
Emily smirked. "Heh, can't take the heat, huh? Sounds like loser talk to me. ...I guess you're right though, I wanna be able to walk through this room later without passing out."
The girls quickly crossed the room and took a seat on the couch. Sitting hip to hip, their generous rears filled up all of the available space, creating a makeshift seal that they hoped would keep some of the smell in.
"Now then Monique, I believe it was your turn."
"Well don't like, look at me! It's embarrassing!" Monique said, a blush rising to her cheeks, but Emily and Veronica continued staring at her expectantly. She tried to hold it in, but she could feel the pressure rising higher and higher... There wasn't anything she could do. She looked down at her lap as a stream of gas blasted out of her and into the couch cushions, unable to be held back any longer. It rumbled quietly as it went, its sound muffled by the seal the girls had created with their butts.
"Not bad! That was like, ten seconds at least." Veronica smiled reassuringly.
"Yeah..." said Monique, continuing to look down.
With no warning, Veronica suddenly unleashed another ass blast, this one lasting almost a full minute on its own.
FFFBBBBBRRRRTTTTfffsss...
Emily tried to muster up something to match it, but her next fart wasn't nearly as long, and sounded much thinner. "Damn, Monique was right. I thought my farts were bad, but you're like, in another league, girl. How do you do it?"
"Good genes, I guess." She glanced to the side, frowning. "...Though most people outside my family don't think it's so great... I'm glad I've got you two."
"Don't go getting all mushy on me," said Emily. The smile on her face made it clear that she felt the same way even if she wouldn't talk about it.
Meanwhile, between the other two girls, Monique had retreated into her thoughts. "Why did I have to sit in the middle?? I only went along with this 'cause I was worried they wouldn't wanna hang out anymore if I said no... but now I'm stuck between them, and they're both farting like right next to me, and-"
BBBRRRTTT
Her train of thought was interrupted as Veronica let out a short blast, or at least one that was short by her standards. She squirmed in discomfort, squeezing her hands between her thighs as she shifted in her seat.
"Oh, whoops, sorry Monique. Didn't mean to skip your turn, that one just came out. Uh, Monique?"
Monique snapped her head up quickly. "Huh?? Oh, my turn, right. Uh..." She clenched to release some pressure, but all that came out was a quiet pffffftttt.
"Hah, you call that a fart? Check this!" Emily snickered, responding with a fart so loud that it made the whole couch shake. She aggressively made eye contact with Monique as she ripped ass, her eyes brimming with confidence.
Intimidated, Monique covered her face with her hands. Neither of her friends could see it, but behind them she was concealing a crooked smile. This was so uncomfortable... but weirdly, some part of her wanted it to continue.
---
You'd been treading "water" for about twenty minutes. ...Or at least, that's what it felt like. With no watch, no phone, and no way to see the sun, it was pretty much impossible to tell if time was even passing at all deep within Monique's ass. All you could do was keep paddling forward, holding out hope that you'd reach the other side of this sweat puddle soon. Though the girls were chatting it up back in the outside world, Monique's cheeks were so thick that none of their voices reached you at all. You were alone with the sound of the sweat sloshing around you.
It became almost meditative after a while, the rhythmic pounding of the waves and the splashes as each stroke of your arms brought you a little closer to your destination. You imagined this is what it felt like to be in a sensory deprivation tank, although your sense of smell was most definitely not being deprived. The stillness of your surroundings made it all the more surprising when, suddenly, the whole pond began to rumble. An incredibly loud sound filled the air, as though the sky above your head was rupturing in two.
The sound was so massive that your first thought was of thunder. But no, you couldn't let yourself forget where you were right now, as crazy as it was. Deep inside of this girl's buttcrack, there was only one thing that sound could mean... The temperature grew even hotter, and the swampy air around you took on an even thicker stench. Monique had just farted.
All of a sudden, you felt even more motivated to escape the hellish seascape Monique had unwittingly trapped you in. You picked up the pace of your swimming, propelling yourself blindly forward and hoping beyond hope that you'd be free from this nightmare soon.
Another twenty minutes of swimming in this new, muggier environment seemed to bring you no closer to your goal. You hadn't slid that far back, had you? Why was this taking so long? Not only that, but the thick, gassy air you had to breathe in never seemed to dissipate at all. Monique continued to quietly pass more gas, and each time she did the air only got thicker and thicker. Why was it all staying trapped in here with you?
Your breath was ragged now, and your swimming had become sloppier. You had been trying really hard not to get any of Monique's sweat in your mouth, but at this point you had become too tired to hold your head out of the water, and with each paddle the flavor of Monique's asscrack sloshed across your tongue. Eventually you became so exhausted that your arms barely responded when you tried to move them. You were at your limit, and you still had no idea how far out you were. Your energy depleted, you were finally forced to float on your back, letting the waves carry you wherever they wished. You tossed and turned atop them, quickly losing any sense of direction you once had. Was this where you were going to die?
---
Hours later, Emily looked up from her phone to see a peaceful scene in the darkness of her room. Veronica lay a few feet away, passed out face down in a sleeping bag. Emily watched as she raised her butt into the air slightly and let out another bassy blast. Even sleep couldn't stop her powerful gut, it seemed. Monique, meanwhile, was snoring quietly as she slept in Emily's bed, a small sweat stain already forming on the old sheets Emily had spread out for her so she wouldn't get her mattress dirty. Now was her only chance, she thought. If she didn't check on Blaise now, it would be at least a week before she'd get another opportunity, and who knows if he'd even be alive by then. While that thought was a little tempting, she didn't really want to kill him. Especially considering she had no idea how Blaise had shrunk in the first place. If she broke this toy, she might not get another one...
Carefully she crept over to where Monique lay sleeping, facing the wall. She gingerly pinched the waistband of Monique's shorts and slooowly peeled them back, inch by inch. When she was satisfied with how much of Monique's butt she'd exposed, she held back and waited a minute to make sure she hadn't woken her up. Once the coast was clear, she leaned back in and grabbed Monique's panties equally delicately, picking the wedgie out of her crack and peering inside. "Crap," she whispered, as she realized that she couldn't see a thing in there. The room was too dark. Her heart was starting to beat faster now. What would Monique think if she caught her doing this? But this was her only chance, she reminded herself. Now or never.
Still holding Monique's boyshorts a couple inches away from her ass, Emily used her free hand to turn on the flashlight on her phone, being extremely careful to angle the light so that it was all focused down on Monique and not out into the room. When she looked inside, she discovered...
Option A: ...that her plan had gone off without a hitch. She hastily snatches up your unconscious body and heads to the bathroom to rinse Monique's sweat off of you.
Option B: ...that you were missing?? That's odd. Had you managed to escape after all? Or had something even more unexpected happened?
Option C: ...that Monique was actually awake the whole time. She sits up and confronts Emily, but weirdly she doesn't seem angry...
"A fart contest, of course. Since we all just loaded up on burritos, it's a good time for one, don't ya think?"
"I dunno..." said Monique. She still wasn't sure she enjoyed this kind of thing as much as the other two seemed to.
"Aww, come on, Moni! You had some pretty good ones last time."
"Nothing compared to yours though, Veronica. There's almost no point in competing against you."
"Hey, at least someone recognizes my 'talent'," said Veronica, giggling. Just then, she felt her stomach grumble loudly. "Oh! Speaking of, I'm not sure how long I can hold these in. Mind if I start things off?"
Monique looked up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking. "Eh sure, why the hell not."
Monique had barely finished her sentence when from behind Veronica came a sputtering explosion.
PBBBBLLLLRRRRT
"Guh. Man that felt good to get out." Veronica sighed as her fifteen-second-long fart died off, leaving the room quiet again.
"Lemme try," said Emily. Grunting, she strained her butt muscles to squeeze out as much gas as she could.
PPPPBBBBBBBBTTTT
"Wow, that was even longer than mine. Nice one, Em."
"Eugh." Monique waved her hand in front of her face. "Can you guys, like, fart into the couch instead or something? We only just started and you stank up the whole room."
Emily smirked. "Heh, can't take the heat, huh? Sounds like loser talk to me. ...I guess you're right though, I wanna be able to walk through this room later without passing out."
The girls quickly crossed the room and took a seat on the couch. Sitting hip to hip, their generous rears filled up all of the available space, creating a makeshift seal that they hoped would keep some of the smell in.
"Now then Monique, I believe it was your turn."
"Well don't like, look at me! It's embarrassing!" Monique said, a blush rising to her cheeks, but Emily and Veronica continued staring at her expectantly. She tried to hold it in, but she could feel the pressure rising higher and higher... There wasn't anything she could do. She looked down at her lap as a stream of gas blasted out of her and into the couch cushions, unable to be held back any longer. It rumbled quietly as it went, its sound muffled by the seal the girls had created with their butts.
"Not bad! That was like, ten seconds at least." Veronica smiled reassuringly.
"Yeah..." said Monique, continuing to look down.
With no warning, Veronica suddenly unleashed another ass blast, this one lasting almost a full minute on its own.
FFFBBBBBRRRRTTTTfffsss...
Emily tried to muster up something to match it, but her next fart wasn't nearly as long, and sounded much thinner. "Damn, Monique was right. I thought my farts were bad, but you're like, in another league, girl. How do you do it?"
"Good genes, I guess." She glanced to the side, frowning. "...Though most people outside my family don't think it's so great... I'm glad I've got you two."
"Don't go getting all mushy on me," said Emily. The smile on her face made it clear that she felt the same way even if she wouldn't talk about it.
Meanwhile, between the other two girls, Monique had retreated into her thoughts. "Why did I have to sit in the middle?? I only went along with this 'cause I was worried they wouldn't wanna hang out anymore if I said no... but now I'm stuck between them, and they're both farting like right next to me, and-"
BBBRRRTTT
Her train of thought was interrupted as Veronica let out a short blast, or at least one that was short by her standards. She squirmed in discomfort, squeezing her hands between her thighs as she shifted in her seat.
"Oh, whoops, sorry Monique. Didn't mean to skip your turn, that one just came out. Uh, Monique?"
Monique snapped her head up quickly. "Huh?? Oh, my turn, right. Uh..." She clenched to release some pressure, but all that came out was a quiet pffffftttt.
"Hah, you call that a fart? Check this!" Emily snickered, responding with a fart so loud that it made the whole couch shake. She aggressively made eye contact with Monique as she ripped ass, her eyes brimming with confidence.
Intimidated, Monique covered her face with her hands. Neither of her friends could see it, but behind them she was concealing a crooked smile. This was so uncomfortable... but weirdly, some part of her wanted it to continue.
---
You'd been treading "water" for about twenty minutes. ...Or at least, that's what it felt like. With no watch, no phone, and no way to see the sun, it was pretty much impossible to tell if time was even passing at all deep within Monique's ass. All you could do was keep paddling forward, holding out hope that you'd reach the other side of this sweat puddle soon. Though the girls were chatting it up back in the outside world, Monique's cheeks were so thick that none of their voices reached you at all. You were alone with the sound of the sweat sloshing around you.
It became almost meditative after a while, the rhythmic pounding of the waves and the splashes as each stroke of your arms brought you a little closer to your destination. You imagined this is what it felt like to be in a sensory deprivation tank, although your sense of smell was most definitely not being deprived. The stillness of your surroundings made it all the more surprising when, suddenly, the whole pond began to rumble. An incredibly loud sound filled the air, as though the sky above your head was rupturing in two.
The sound was so massive that your first thought was of thunder. But no, you couldn't let yourself forget where you were right now, as crazy as it was. Deep inside of this girl's buttcrack, there was only one thing that sound could mean... The temperature grew even hotter, and the swampy air around you took on an even thicker stench. Monique had just farted.
All of a sudden, you felt even more motivated to escape the hellish seascape Monique had unwittingly trapped you in. You picked up the pace of your swimming, propelling yourself blindly forward and hoping beyond hope that you'd be free from this nightmare soon.
Another twenty minutes of swimming in this new, muggier environment seemed to bring you no closer to your goal. You hadn't slid that far back, had you? Why was this taking so long? Not only that, but the thick, gassy air you had to breathe in never seemed to dissipate at all. Monique continued to quietly pass more gas, and each time she did the air only got thicker and thicker. Why was it all staying trapped in here with you?
Your breath was ragged now, and your swimming had become sloppier. You had been trying really hard not to get any of Monique's sweat in your mouth, but at this point you had become too tired to hold your head out of the water, and with each paddle the flavor of Monique's asscrack sloshed across your tongue. Eventually you became so exhausted that your arms barely responded when you tried to move them. You were at your limit, and you still had no idea how far out you were. Your energy depleted, you were finally forced to float on your back, letting the waves carry you wherever they wished. You tossed and turned atop them, quickly losing any sense of direction you once had. Was this where you were going to die?
---
Hours later, Emily looked up from her phone to see a peaceful scene in the darkness of her room. Veronica lay a few feet away, passed out face down in a sleeping bag. Emily watched as she raised her butt into the air slightly and let out another bassy blast. Even sleep couldn't stop her powerful gut, it seemed. Monique, meanwhile, was snoring quietly as she slept in Emily's bed, a small sweat stain already forming on the old sheets Emily had spread out for her so she wouldn't get her mattress dirty. Now was her only chance, she thought. If she didn't check on Blaise now, it would be at least a week before she'd get another opportunity, and who knows if he'd even be alive by then. While that thought was a little tempting, she didn't really want to kill him. Especially considering she had no idea how Blaise had shrunk in the first place. If she broke this toy, she might not get another one...
Carefully she crept over to where Monique lay sleeping, facing the wall. She gingerly pinched the waistband of Monique's shorts and slooowly peeled them back, inch by inch. When she was satisfied with how much of Monique's butt she'd exposed, she held back and waited a minute to make sure she hadn't woken her up. Once the coast was clear, she leaned back in and grabbed Monique's panties equally delicately, picking the wedgie out of her crack and peering inside. "Crap," she whispered, as she realized that she couldn't see a thing in there. The room was too dark. Her heart was starting to beat faster now. What would Monique think if she caught her doing this? But this was her only chance, she reminded herself. Now or never.
Still holding Monique's boyshorts a couple inches away from her ass, Emily used her free hand to turn on the flashlight on her phone, being extremely careful to angle the light so that it was all focused down on Monique and not out into the room. When she looked inside, she discovered...
Option A: ...that her plan had gone off without a hitch. She hastily snatches up your unconscious body and heads to the bathroom to rinse Monique's sweat off of you.
Option B: ...that you were missing?? That's odd. Had you managed to escape after all? Or had something even more unexpected happened?
Option C: ...that Monique was actually awake the whole time. She sits up and confronts Emily, but weirdly she doesn't seem angry...
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