Reality is a cruel mistress
Giantess/Shrinking & Farts
Chapter 10
The fall towards her anus is a long one thanks to the adrenaline, giving you enough time (from your perspective at least), to ponder on the current events: reduced almost micro size, in the ass of one of your fellow classmates, falling straight towards.... Oh, what a surprise, her open anus, smelling the putrid stench in the wind, a small taste of what is coming next. Lady luck is something else. But, was it really just bad luck? Maybe fate? Or there is some all mighty will that is guiding you to your current destiny? because, face it, right now there isn't any other logical explanation. Being shrunk is supposedly impossible, let alone be trapped in the shorts of another human being, subjected to her movement as if it was a force of nature, and the cherry of the top, not being able to voice your opinion, let alone do something about it. Whatever it is, there isn't anything else you can do about it.
Trying to preserve your sanity, you try to focus on something else, anything that keeps your mind away from your current predicament, but it seems that Emily's ass really did a number on you: trying to think in a relaxing swim got immediately replaced by your recent experience with Emily's butt sweat, a warm summer breeze changed to the noxious gas emitted by her ass, even the simple thought of relaxing in your bed faded away, taking place by your time being smothered by her planetary ass. Shaking your head, you try to think in all the people you know, that cares about you, but the situation got even worse: the thought of your mom caressing you got replaced but Emily doing it, Lulu's constant teasing were replaced by images of Emily being the one doing it, even Ariana's petrifying gaze got replaced by Emily's, looking you with eyes that promised a severe punishment. One by one, every people, every experience, every place that you knew got replaced by Emily, making you forget everyone or anything except for hers, her alone. In a last ditch of hope, you think of Jen, her beautiful face, her smile, her killer body, her sweet personality that made you fall in love with her and your hopes of being more than friends with her. You also think of Lillian, the first time you met her, her constant teasing but also her support in all this year, the awkward moments that you both shared..., heck, even in the smell of her farts.
Just as you try to get a grip of this memories to not lose yourself to insanity, it seems that Emily's anus has the final word about your future, and not accepting anything but your total submission, launches the fart that will submit you. This fart isn't particularly noisy, but it is a long and smelling one. As soon as you make contact with this strong miasma, your last memories are gone: the smell and longevity of the smell wiped the faces of Lillian and Jen, replacing them with Emily's. At this point, all the memories that composed Blaise Santos were suppressed, leaving only a single reality, Emily. With dead eyes, you embrace your fate as you enter Emily's anus just at it closes, leaving you entombed in your new home....
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Meanwhile, in the outside, Emily has no idea about the mental struggle of the speck in her ass, and how it is even losing it. No, she is just searching in her bag her spare clothes in order to change herself and leave school. The only thing that Emily is thinking right now is Blaise (ironic), in how her only chance of submitting him and finally add him to her list is gone. She tries to be optimistic, but she knows that this golden opportunity won’t present itself again. No, for the rest of his time in the school, Blaise will be escorted by those two, denying her the pleasure that should be hers. Lost in those thoughts, Emily failed to notice the fart that just escaped her anus, but fortunately, it wasn't a loud one, so there was nothing to be ashamed of. Finding the last of her clothes, Emily begins to change just as Monique does the same:
So Em, do you want to come to Salsa Shack after school? we can meet Veronica there and do something.
No, sorry Mon, I am not in the mood to do anything right now, next week maybe.
Aww c'mon, yeah, you are angry that Blaise got away, but that doesn't mean that you can enjoy other things...
Bu that is the problem exactly, even if I manage to get the few ones that I miss, Blaise will always be "the one who got away", and that alone is a heavy punch to my pride. Right now, I just want to go home and relax a little.
Ok Em, just don't beat yourself to hard, see ya.
Yeah. bye...
Just as Emily say's good bye to her friend, she begins her trek to the bus stop to go home. Normally, she would try to tempt a foolish boy to have her fun, but right now she just isn't in the mood.
Dammit Santos, I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth if I have to! Do you hear me? To the ends of the earth!
She wanted to scream it, to vent it, but she knew better that expose herself in public like that. If she just only knew....
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Darkness, there is only darkness as you open your eyes, groaning as you try to remember: Blaise...., a small whisper of your mind says that, but you don't know what that means. Is that your name? The name of someone you knew? Of something? you don't understand it. You try to think of anything to get any clue about your identity, but nothing comes to you. Just as you are about to give up, a strong smell penetrates your nose and all comes back to you: you don't have a name, it really doesn't matter in comparison to your goddess name...... Emily. As long as you can remember you have always been with your mistress, worshipping her divine figure; she was your whole word and purpose of living. She gave you sustenance in the form of her sweat and gunk, a comfy bed with her divine cheeks, the sweetest aroma's you could ever think about courtesy of her B.O., and all you had to do was promise your eternal servitude to her. Sadly, she isn't aware of your existence, but that doesn't mean you should not service her even if her gifts were given unwarily. Really, can you blame her? Why should an omnipotent being as her notice such insignificant speck? The fact that you could worship a goddess is all that matters, especially if she is the only one. Outside of Emily, you can’t remember anyone or anything else, not other goddess, not other service, even nothing outside of Emily herself. She was your whole world. Speaking of it, you finally remember where you are: The insides of your goddess. You remember that after all those years of worshipping every part of her ass cheeks, every ass hair and knot that you encounter on her, even the outside of her pooper, her anus herself finally granted you your request: be able to worship the goddess from the inside.
Feeling the squishy surface that you were currently laying on and smelling such sweet fragrance you begin to worship her rectum: first, you massage her walls until your hands were coated, then you use your whole body, and finally, you kiss and lick her walls with your whole hearth content. After being coated in her mucus, the walls being to move, almost like purring, as if thanking you for your devotion. Although you couldn't please a supreme being as Emily was, even if you could just stimulate a part of her, that was all the reward you could ask for. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you notice how clean is the inside of the goddess: she is truly divine even in the inside. Suddenly, the walls begin to move and you get squashed by her whole rectum, as if it was tanking you, massaging every inch of your body, and specially, stimulating a certain region of your body, almost knocking you out such divine pleasure. Although her cheeks were really soft and gave you their one squishy treatment, you couldn't deny that this was something else. Lost in pleasure, you don't notice the gas that is accumulating in the chamber until her walls are no longer hugging you. Just as you were about to lose it, a strong wind is set free from the depths of Emily, carrying you alone, until you collide with something soft (her thong), just as the goddess toss it away...
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In the normal world, Emily just arrived to her house. Right now, she just wants to relax and not think on anything, but her gut isn't cooperating. Since P.E. her gut is acting like crazy, farting and growling, even feeling a small itch inside her, although that last part was quickly dismissed by her. Having enough, Emily went to the bathroom just as a huge fart erupts from her anus. Thanking that her mother isn't home yet, she quickly takes off her thong, wanting to use more fresh clothes. Tossing it in the floor of the bathroom, she walks away, bottomless, to her room, to get comfy and try to forget the humiliating defeat of today.
-----
As you slowly regain your senses, you immediately notice that you are in a strange red surface that smells just like your goddess, but the environment is something alien. As you go away from the hot embrace of her thong in order to explore this new landscape, you notice that it is dark, and most importantly, it isn't the body of your goddess. However, it seems that being away from Emily's ass was all you knew in order to get back to your senses. Just as you happily begin to celebrate, the recent experience of submission to Emily comes back, filling you with shame. With a new resolve to try to get help and leave that experience in the past, you quickly run to the bathroom floor in order to squeeze to the other side. Just as the bathroom, everything is dark, but there are two doors close to you, one to your right and the other to the left. Now, where to go now?
Trying to preserve your sanity, you try to focus on something else, anything that keeps your mind away from your current predicament, but it seems that Emily's ass really did a number on you: trying to think in a relaxing swim got immediately replaced by your recent experience with Emily's butt sweat, a warm summer breeze changed to the noxious gas emitted by her ass, even the simple thought of relaxing in your bed faded away, taking place by your time being smothered by her planetary ass. Shaking your head, you try to think in all the people you know, that cares about you, but the situation got even worse: the thought of your mom caressing you got replaced but Emily doing it, Lulu's constant teasing were replaced by images of Emily being the one doing it, even Ariana's petrifying gaze got replaced by Emily's, looking you with eyes that promised a severe punishment. One by one, every people, every experience, every place that you knew got replaced by Emily, making you forget everyone or anything except for hers, her alone. In a last ditch of hope, you think of Jen, her beautiful face, her smile, her killer body, her sweet personality that made you fall in love with her and your hopes of being more than friends with her. You also think of Lillian, the first time you met her, her constant teasing but also her support in all this year, the awkward moments that you both shared..., heck, even in the smell of her farts.
Just as you try to get a grip of this memories to not lose yourself to insanity, it seems that Emily's anus has the final word about your future, and not accepting anything but your total submission, launches the fart that will submit you. This fart isn't particularly noisy, but it is a long and smelling one. As soon as you make contact with this strong miasma, your last memories are gone: the smell and longevity of the smell wiped the faces of Lillian and Jen, replacing them with Emily's. At this point, all the memories that composed Blaise Santos were suppressed, leaving only a single reality, Emily. With dead eyes, you embrace your fate as you enter Emily's anus just at it closes, leaving you entombed in your new home....
-----
Meanwhile, in the outside, Emily has no idea about the mental struggle of the speck in her ass, and how it is even losing it. No, she is just searching in her bag her spare clothes in order to change herself and leave school. The only thing that Emily is thinking right now is Blaise (ironic), in how her only chance of submitting him and finally add him to her list is gone. She tries to be optimistic, but she knows that this golden opportunity won’t present itself again. No, for the rest of his time in the school, Blaise will be escorted by those two, denying her the pleasure that should be hers. Lost in those thoughts, Emily failed to notice the fart that just escaped her anus, but fortunately, it wasn't a loud one, so there was nothing to be ashamed of. Finding the last of her clothes, Emily begins to change just as Monique does the same:
So Em, do you want to come to Salsa Shack after school? we can meet Veronica there and do something.
No, sorry Mon, I am not in the mood to do anything right now, next week maybe.
Aww c'mon, yeah, you are angry that Blaise got away, but that doesn't mean that you can enjoy other things...
Bu that is the problem exactly, even if I manage to get the few ones that I miss, Blaise will always be "the one who got away", and that alone is a heavy punch to my pride. Right now, I just want to go home and relax a little.
Ok Em, just don't beat yourself to hard, see ya.
Yeah. bye...
Just as Emily say's good bye to her friend, she begins her trek to the bus stop to go home. Normally, she would try to tempt a foolish boy to have her fun, but right now she just isn't in the mood.
Dammit Santos, I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth if I have to! Do you hear me? To the ends of the earth!
She wanted to scream it, to vent it, but she knew better that expose herself in public like that. If she just only knew....
-----
Darkness, there is only darkness as you open your eyes, groaning as you try to remember: Blaise...., a small whisper of your mind says that, but you don't know what that means. Is that your name? The name of someone you knew? Of something? you don't understand it. You try to think of anything to get any clue about your identity, but nothing comes to you. Just as you are about to give up, a strong smell penetrates your nose and all comes back to you: you don't have a name, it really doesn't matter in comparison to your goddess name...... Emily. As long as you can remember you have always been with your mistress, worshipping her divine figure; she was your whole word and purpose of living. She gave you sustenance in the form of her sweat and gunk, a comfy bed with her divine cheeks, the sweetest aroma's you could ever think about courtesy of her B.O., and all you had to do was promise your eternal servitude to her. Sadly, she isn't aware of your existence, but that doesn't mean you should not service her even if her gifts were given unwarily. Really, can you blame her? Why should an omnipotent being as her notice such insignificant speck? The fact that you could worship a goddess is all that matters, especially if she is the only one. Outside of Emily, you can’t remember anyone or anything else, not other goddess, not other service, even nothing outside of Emily herself. She was your whole world. Speaking of it, you finally remember where you are: The insides of your goddess. You remember that after all those years of worshipping every part of her ass cheeks, every ass hair and knot that you encounter on her, even the outside of her pooper, her anus herself finally granted you your request: be able to worship the goddess from the inside.
Feeling the squishy surface that you were currently laying on and smelling such sweet fragrance you begin to worship her rectum: first, you massage her walls until your hands were coated, then you use your whole body, and finally, you kiss and lick her walls with your whole hearth content. After being coated in her mucus, the walls being to move, almost like purring, as if thanking you for your devotion. Although you couldn't please a supreme being as Emily was, even if you could just stimulate a part of her, that was all the reward you could ask for. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you notice how clean is the inside of the goddess: she is truly divine even in the inside. Suddenly, the walls begin to move and you get squashed by her whole rectum, as if it was tanking you, massaging every inch of your body, and specially, stimulating a certain region of your body, almost knocking you out such divine pleasure. Although her cheeks were really soft and gave you their one squishy treatment, you couldn't deny that this was something else. Lost in pleasure, you don't notice the gas that is accumulating in the chamber until her walls are no longer hugging you. Just as you were about to lose it, a strong wind is set free from the depths of Emily, carrying you alone, until you collide with something soft (her thong), just as the goddess toss it away...
-----
In the normal world, Emily just arrived to her house. Right now, she just wants to relax and not think on anything, but her gut isn't cooperating. Since P.E. her gut is acting like crazy, farting and growling, even feeling a small itch inside her, although that last part was quickly dismissed by her. Having enough, Emily went to the bathroom just as a huge fart erupts from her anus. Thanking that her mother isn't home yet, she quickly takes off her thong, wanting to use more fresh clothes. Tossing it in the floor of the bathroom, she walks away, bottomless, to her room, to get comfy and try to forget the humiliating defeat of today.
-----
As you slowly regain your senses, you immediately notice that you are in a strange red surface that smells just like your goddess, but the environment is something alien. As you go away from the hot embrace of her thong in order to explore this new landscape, you notice that it is dark, and most importantly, it isn't the body of your goddess. However, it seems that being away from Emily's ass was all you knew in order to get back to your senses. Just as you happily begin to celebrate, the recent experience of submission to Emily comes back, filling you with shame. With a new resolve to try to get help and leave that experience in the past, you quickly run to the bathroom floor in order to squeeze to the other side. Just as the bathroom, everything is dark, but there are two doors close to you, one to your right and the other to the left. Now, where to go now?
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May 12, 2023
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