Staring up at the giant, godlike purple-haired 19-year-old in front of you, you can't help marveling at how weird this whole day is shaping up to be. In the span of about forty minutes, you've gone from seeing a giant-sized version of your high school's biggest bully stomping around town Godzilla-style on Twitter to having the very real girl showing up in front of your house, claiming she wants you to become her full-time fart absorber. And from what she's told you about her plans for the future, you're not not considering it.
That's the scariest part of the whole thing—you know her. This is Toxic Lily. If she can get away with pushing someone around, she does. If she can get away with pushing the whole world around, she will. And right now, based on how the military seemed to fare against her, the world's chances don't look great.
The more you think about this, the harder it is to ignore the truth. If this is Lily's version of showing you mercy, maybe it’s not the worst idea to take it while you still have the chance. Besides, if there's anything you've learned since meeting her all the way back in kindergarten, nobody tells her "no" and gets away with it.
"Well?" she asks, a bit impatiently. "What's it gonna be, loser?"
"I, uh," you begin, your voice trailing off. "I guess... the easy way."
Lily nods with a familiar, smug satisfaction. "Good choice." Then, before you have time to go back on your word, she drops her pants and starts to lower you toward her butt. Getting your first big whiff of her ass crack in several weeks, the reality of your decision starts to sink in. Each of her cheeks is more than fifty feet from top to bottom, and the space between them looks big enough to fit several full-sized cars. "Alright, loser," she says, grinning. "In you go."
You barely have time to react before her giant fingers start pressing you forward, down into the canyon of her crack. The sensation is indescribable—surrounded by the constant heat and crushing pressure of her cheeks on all sides, nose filled with the earthy, sulfuric smell of her ass, and the feeling of her titanic, toned muscles contracting around you. It almost feels like she's going to squish you—but then she lets up a little, enough to hike her leather pants back up and seal you into your new prison. By the time she's finished shimmying her pants into position, you find yourself pressed right up against her giant, puckering sphincter—now big enough to swallow you whole.
"Comfy?" says Lily, her voice still strangely audible to you.
You open your mouth to respond... and then you feel the muscles around your giant captor's anus start to contract.
BBBBBBBBBRBRBRBRBRAAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT
Once again, an impossibly strong blast of hot air surges out of Lily's asshole—but this time, it hits your tiny, defenseless form point blank. The stink is unlike anything you've ever smelled before, and the only thought in your head is a hazy feeling of surprise at still being alive in the face of such overpowering force. Truly, this is the power of a goddess—your goddess.
"Smell good, fart boy?"
Even though you can't see Lily's face, you can easily picture her expression. It’s the same look she'd have after convincing some guy to rub her sweaty feet after gym class. For a moment, it almost feels like just another day in high school—and after everything this day has entailed so far, part of you is relieved to be back in such a familiar role.
"Mm-hmm," you frantically answer, voice muffled by her immense cheeks.
"Good," says Lily. "Now, I think it's time to..."