Before Jen could speak, the bell rang again...
"Ugh, dammit! We have to run to the next class!" She said as she hurriedly began picking her things up
"Hey, don't worry, I'll grab Blaise's stuff and put it away in his locker..." Lillian said
"You know his combination?" Jen raised an eyebrow
"Of course! What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't?" She chuckled and Jen nodded in approval before rushing out of the classroom. Unlike her, Lillian didn't care much for school punctuality, and since the teachers all knew how she was, they actually preferred for the most part that she skipped class instead. Still, even if anyone wanted to do anything about it, she had three teachers vouching for her, those being Sheila, her mother, Ms. McAllen, whom she was good friends with, and Coach Amber, as Lillian actually excelled in PE when she actually tried. With that kind of support, she was decently protected.
She felt bad for technically lying to Jen like that, but the truth would've been much harder to believe, and she would've had to go to the bathroom and take him out just so she could see for herself and believe. She also felt a tinge of jealousy, something deep down inside her didn't want her to part with Blaise so soon. She knew both of his friends enough that she was sure Blaise would easily jump into Jen's arms if given the chance, though the latter may or may not readily take him, depending on how indecisive she felt today. Then again, staying with her wasn't exactly the best for him, as she soon attested. Her belly gurgled angrily, still demanding to unleash more gas, and after about two minutes of trying to resist it, a roaring fart blasted out from the depths of her crack.
Trapped in her crack, you were unable to move, the enormous weight that pressed on you from both sides was overwhelming, but also, Lillian's planet-sized cheeks engulfed you into their sheer mass, their flesh was so soft and squishy that it molded to your shape, almost feeling like warm jello, though with a much more unpleasant smell. You were slightly dizzy as Lillian kept hitting you with terrible farts one after another. You wished she stopped trying to hold them in because that only made them come out far more pressurized and louder.
Lillian sighed and looked down at her butt. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes she wouldn't have believed it'd be possible for someone to shrink, and yet, there he was, her best friend, incredibly tiny and vulnerable, trapped in her fat bottom.
'On the bright side, with all that cushioning nothing can ever hit him in there...' She thought but then her butt vibrated intensely for a couple of seconds, accompanied by a thunderous roar that resonated around the classroom.
'Except for myself, of course...' she giggled awkwardly and hoped you believed her when she told you it wasn't on purpose.
She walked over to your shared desk and as she picked your stuff up, she realized her wide hips had a considerable amount of sway when she walked, and that her enormous butt jiggled wildly while at that.
"Uh... I dunno if you can hear me, but I think you should try to hold on, I have to walk, and things are going to shake a lot back there..." She said, hoping you could hear, because if you replied there was no way she'd know.
She quickly finished putting all of your stuff in you backpack and draped it over her shoulder to carry along with hers. She then began to walk, slowing her pace down a bit in an attempt to reduce the swaying and jiggling you'd be subjected to, but even with those measures, there was no way for you to be ready. You clung as tightly as your grip let you, struggling to keep a hold of her gelatinous flesh when everything started to shift from side to side, and everything around wobbled and jiggled wildly. It was like being caught in a cat 9 earthquake while trapped in a bouncy house. A very big bouncy house...
Lillian bit her bottom lip, even while being this careful, she could feel you bouncing around in her crack, which also tickled her and sent many unexpected pleasurable tingles all over her body. She slowed down, and could feel the tiny indentation your body made in one of her cheeks as the other pushed you into it, an even more tingly feeling that got her to blush, which seldom happened otherwise.
'That... feels good...' She thought, caught in a short bliss, but quickly snapped back to reality and shook her head.
'Is it weird he feels good in my crack?' She wondered and with a few more steps, the tingles returned
'Well, it IS a very sensitive part of me... and I guess I'm not all that used to feeling stuff in it, save for my underwear...' She thought, but suddenly stopped walking as her gut began to ache again, rumbling ominously to the point she saw it vibrate and even felt many huge bubbles making their way down her system. Her eyes widened and decided to run to the bathroom. She couldn't risk causing a ruckus with her current "passenger" in tow.
Her frantic running did what she previously wanted to avoid, the repeated motions of her gigantic cheeks not only sort of beat you up with their mass, though their own softness cushioned the blows, but also dragged you deeper and deeper into the hellish warzone of her crack, where the warmth, smell and pressure all intensified manifold, and the ominous noises became louder and much clearer. There wasn't much light around, but your eyes got accustomed to the dark and you could faintly see things with what little light made it through Lillian's leggings. With that you saw that you were right before the bunched-up back of her panties, a makeshift thong due to her butt's sheer size. Then you heard the furious gurgling that rumbled ominously from not so far away, everything around you shook slightly from it and you gulped.
Lillian barely made it to the bathroom before the pressure became unbearable. She looked around and realized there was nobody around, but even if there were, if her booty said 'It's time to blast' then it's time to blast and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her.
As the rumbling and gurgling intensified, you panicked and began banging the 'walls' that surrounded you with your fists, screaming for Lillian to let you out. Said 'walls' quivered at your touch, and everything shook for a moment. She had felt you.
She shuddered when she felt your tiny fists hitting her blubbery rear, you were way deep in her crack, extremely close to her 'backdoor', though there was still the slight barrier that were her panties. She had mixed feelings, as you were in a very sensitive spot, but also were in one of the worst places to be with her so gassy. With no more time to act, all she could do was stick her big butt out and unleash a raging typhoon that lasted over a minute and echoed loudly around the bathroom's walls. To you, it was like standing in front of the world's biggest wind tunnel, tremendous hurricane winds hit you with seemingly impossible force, yet, the titanic weight of the blubbery cheeks that pinned you held you in place as the massive torrent of wind blew by you, drastically warming up your surroundings, and accompanied by a deafening roaring shockwave that shook you to the bone, literally. After what felt like an eternity, the methane monster subsided, leaving you very dizzy and with your head spinning while your body ached as if you had taken a severe beatdown. Then, with no time to recover, Lillian let out another such gigantic blast upon you.
Lillian felt bad for letting out such a huge fart upon you, but she also felt an immense relief, though, that was only the first of many, as the high-pressure swirling winds inside her still exerted painful pressure upon her gut. After letting out the first one, she almost lost control altogether, and the rest simply blasted as they came, becoming a monstrous barrage of what might as well have been atom bombs to her poor friend.
You quickly lost count of how many 'nukes' went off in Lillian's huge ass, as you could swear you felt the intense shockwaves shake your brain inside your skull, making you lose your focus. By an incredibly lucky or unlucky miracle, you retained your consciousness instead of passing out, which meant you still felt every single fart she unleashed. If you weren't convinced of it before, you were now, she was a walking force of nature, a natural disaster, at least to the tiny, of which unfortunately you belonged now.
Lillian could swear she even felt the bathroom shake a little with her thunderous farts, something she would've taken pride of i other times, but right now, all she could think about was ridding herself of the pressure inside her, and hoping that you could take this much punishment. It took her roughly half an hour, and many, many tremendous booty blasts to finally feel some relief and stop farting, which you in a way appreciated as well, though you were left too beaten up to really form a coherent opinion if asked.. She slightly wiggled her hips to feel you, and as you twitched in response to her sudden movements, she sighed in relief that you were still alive, and to her knowledge, relatively fine. Still, this ordeal was far from over.
Considering that over half an hour has passed, it wasn't worth getting to next class, which meant she could try to rest for a little while before she had to continue with her day, but what's next on her schedule?
"Ugh, dammit! We have to run to the next class!" She said as she hurriedly began picking her things up
"Hey, don't worry, I'll grab Blaise's stuff and put it away in his locker..." Lillian said
"You know his combination?" Jen raised an eyebrow
"Of course! What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't?" She chuckled and Jen nodded in approval before rushing out of the classroom. Unlike her, Lillian didn't care much for school punctuality, and since the teachers all knew how she was, they actually preferred for the most part that she skipped class instead. Still, even if anyone wanted to do anything about it, she had three teachers vouching for her, those being Sheila, her mother, Ms. McAllen, whom she was good friends with, and Coach Amber, as Lillian actually excelled in PE when she actually tried. With that kind of support, she was decently protected.
She felt bad for technically lying to Jen like that, but the truth would've been much harder to believe, and she would've had to go to the bathroom and take him out just so she could see for herself and believe. She also felt a tinge of jealousy, something deep down inside her didn't want her to part with Blaise so soon. She knew both of his friends enough that she was sure Blaise would easily jump into Jen's arms if given the chance, though the latter may or may not readily take him, depending on how indecisive she felt today. Then again, staying with her wasn't exactly the best for him, as she soon attested. Her belly gurgled angrily, still demanding to unleash more gas, and after about two minutes of trying to resist it, a roaring fart blasted out from the depths of her crack.
Trapped in her crack, you were unable to move, the enormous weight that pressed on you from both sides was overwhelming, but also, Lillian's planet-sized cheeks engulfed you into their sheer mass, their flesh was so soft and squishy that it molded to your shape, almost feeling like warm jello, though with a much more unpleasant smell. You were slightly dizzy as Lillian kept hitting you with terrible farts one after another. You wished she stopped trying to hold them in because that only made them come out far more pressurized and louder.
Lillian sighed and looked down at her butt. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes she wouldn't have believed it'd be possible for someone to shrink, and yet, there he was, her best friend, incredibly tiny and vulnerable, trapped in her fat bottom.
'On the bright side, with all that cushioning nothing can ever hit him in there...' She thought but then her butt vibrated intensely for a couple of seconds, accompanied by a thunderous roar that resonated around the classroom.
'Except for myself, of course...' she giggled awkwardly and hoped you believed her when she told you it wasn't on purpose.
She walked over to your shared desk and as she picked your stuff up, she realized her wide hips had a considerable amount of sway when she walked, and that her enormous butt jiggled wildly while at that.
"Uh... I dunno if you can hear me, but I think you should try to hold on, I have to walk, and things are going to shake a lot back there..." She said, hoping you could hear, because if you replied there was no way she'd know.
She quickly finished putting all of your stuff in you backpack and draped it over her shoulder to carry along with hers. She then began to walk, slowing her pace down a bit in an attempt to reduce the swaying and jiggling you'd be subjected to, but even with those measures, there was no way for you to be ready. You clung as tightly as your grip let you, struggling to keep a hold of her gelatinous flesh when everything started to shift from side to side, and everything around wobbled and jiggled wildly. It was like being caught in a cat 9 earthquake while trapped in a bouncy house. A very big bouncy house...
Lillian bit her bottom lip, even while being this careful, she could feel you bouncing around in her crack, which also tickled her and sent many unexpected pleasurable tingles all over her body. She slowed down, and could feel the tiny indentation your body made in one of her cheeks as the other pushed you into it, an even more tingly feeling that got her to blush, which seldom happened otherwise.
'That... feels good...' She thought, caught in a short bliss, but quickly snapped back to reality and shook her head.
'Is it weird he feels good in my crack?' She wondered and with a few more steps, the tingles returned
'Well, it IS a very sensitive part of me... and I guess I'm not all that used to feeling stuff in it, save for my underwear...' She thought, but suddenly stopped walking as her gut began to ache again, rumbling ominously to the point she saw it vibrate and even felt many huge bubbles making their way down her system. Her eyes widened and decided to run to the bathroom. She couldn't risk causing a ruckus with her current "passenger" in tow.
Her frantic running did what she previously wanted to avoid, the repeated motions of her gigantic cheeks not only sort of beat you up with their mass, though their own softness cushioned the blows, but also dragged you deeper and deeper into the hellish warzone of her crack, where the warmth, smell and pressure all intensified manifold, and the ominous noises became louder and much clearer. There wasn't much light around, but your eyes got accustomed to the dark and you could faintly see things with what little light made it through Lillian's leggings. With that you saw that you were right before the bunched-up back of her panties, a makeshift thong due to her butt's sheer size. Then you heard the furious gurgling that rumbled ominously from not so far away, everything around you shook slightly from it and you gulped.
Lillian barely made it to the bathroom before the pressure became unbearable. She looked around and realized there was nobody around, but even if there were, if her booty said 'It's time to blast' then it's time to blast and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her.
As the rumbling and gurgling intensified, you panicked and began banging the 'walls' that surrounded you with your fists, screaming for Lillian to let you out. Said 'walls' quivered at your touch, and everything shook for a moment. She had felt you.
She shuddered when she felt your tiny fists hitting her blubbery rear, you were way deep in her crack, extremely close to her 'backdoor', though there was still the slight barrier that were her panties. She had mixed feelings, as you were in a very sensitive spot, but also were in one of the worst places to be with her so gassy. With no more time to act, all she could do was stick her big butt out and unleash a raging typhoon that lasted over a minute and echoed loudly around the bathroom's walls. To you, it was like standing in front of the world's biggest wind tunnel, tremendous hurricane winds hit you with seemingly impossible force, yet, the titanic weight of the blubbery cheeks that pinned you held you in place as the massive torrent of wind blew by you, drastically warming up your surroundings, and accompanied by a deafening roaring shockwave that shook you to the bone, literally. After what felt like an eternity, the methane monster subsided, leaving you very dizzy and with your head spinning while your body ached as if you had taken a severe beatdown. Then, with no time to recover, Lillian let out another such gigantic blast upon you.
Lillian felt bad for letting out such a huge fart upon you, but she also felt an immense relief, though, that was only the first of many, as the high-pressure swirling winds inside her still exerted painful pressure upon her gut. After letting out the first one, she almost lost control altogether, and the rest simply blasted as they came, becoming a monstrous barrage of what might as well have been atom bombs to her poor friend.
You quickly lost count of how many 'nukes' went off in Lillian's huge ass, as you could swear you felt the intense shockwaves shake your brain inside your skull, making you lose your focus. By an incredibly lucky or unlucky miracle, you retained your consciousness instead of passing out, which meant you still felt every single fart she unleashed. If you weren't convinced of it before, you were now, she was a walking force of nature, a natural disaster, at least to the tiny, of which unfortunately you belonged now.
Lillian could swear she even felt the bathroom shake a little with her thunderous farts, something she would've taken pride of i other times, but right now, all she could think about was ridding herself of the pressure inside her, and hoping that you could take this much punishment. It took her roughly half an hour, and many, many tremendous booty blasts to finally feel some relief and stop farting, which you in a way appreciated as well, though you were left too beaten up to really form a coherent opinion if asked.. She slightly wiggled her hips to feel you, and as you twitched in response to her sudden movements, she sighed in relief that you were still alive, and to her knowledge, relatively fine. Still, this ordeal was far from over.
Considering that over half an hour has passed, it wasn't worth getting to next class, which meant she could try to rest for a little while before she had to continue with her day, but what's next on her schedule?
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May 12, 2023
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