[Note: The Miriam route chapter was originally intended for this branch, so, yeah, I'm recycling the early portions of it]
At this very moment, you would've preferred the gigantic ass you found yourself plummeting down towards to have been Zuemy's, Maggie's or hell, even Lillian's despite her constant gas. This girl was unknown and as far as you could tell, unpredictable, boasting abilities clearly beyond the scope of regular humans. And her fart had been significantly worse than Lillian's. However, the most worrying thing was that she apparently intended to hand you over to your mom!
You slid in between Caren's bulbous cheeks, which were slightly slick with a thin layer of sweat. Said sweat only made it so that you slid down even faster all while feeling their doughy warmth that became increasingly overbearing the deeper you went. By the time friction stopped you, you were in complete darkness, feeling as if you were submerged in an ocean of heavy, warm marshmallows.
She smiled. She had already sensed that you were the kind of guy that she'd love to play with and satisfy her own horny urges, but getting verbal confirmation from yourself that you were attracted to girl's bottoms was the cherry on top for her. Giggling, she patted one of her big buttcheeks, knowing very well that its jiggling would feel like an earthquake for you. After all, she had also been on the receiving end of that kind of thing herself.
No one had ever come up with a proper explanation for the strange ability she was born with, throughout her life she can been called a mutant, a witch, an escaped lab experiment and a gifted disciple of God among many other things. Caren possesses the unique ability to shrink things, both living and inanimate, as well as restoring their proper size, though she can't make them grow larger than that. She can also use her ability on herself, which allowed her to explore the world in a way different manner and experience things that wouldn't have been possible otherwise.
For Caren herself, most importantly, it allowed her to indulge in her own fetishes. She has a thing for both her own ass and other girls' who are well endowed in the back, plus, she greatly enjoys passing gas and smelling those of girls' with juicy, plump booties. Her own younger sister was the one who did the most indulging for her, as she had a large, round and extremely soft ass even if it was smaller than Caren's and she had extremely rancid farts, whose stench Caren could never get enough of.
Her mood regarding fetishes was somewhat erratic, and while many days she felt like groping and kneading girls' big butts and get farted on by them, there were days where she wanted to inflict that herself upon someone of her choosing. And today, you happened to be that someone.
In the dark depths of her crack, you bounced and got jostled in between her ginormous cheeks which tried to occupy absolutely every square inch of available space and it meant that you remained engulfed by them, feeling like you were one of those pieces of fruit inside jello cakes. The inadvertent pun that originated from that thought wasn't lost to you, causing you to groan in annoyance, somehow taking your mind off the fact that you had essentially been kidnapped by a complete stranger.
Caren walked gleefully, with an extra sway to her hips and an added bounce to her step, thoroughly enjoying the tiny lump that got squished between her hefty cheeks. She got enough of a read of you to tell that despite your embarrassment and all, deep down you weren't entirely hating the experience. She thought about the small amount of sweat that collected in her crack, a result of her walking around in those stuffy nun's habits on a hot summer day but her cotton leggings, despite being stretched to their absolute thinnest, were doing a pretty decent job catching most of it, so she figured you could deal with whatever remained.
Despite it seeming like a completely futile effort, you decided to try and resist, pushing away these enormous, jiggling squishy walls that held you in their overbearing embrace, but you underestimated how truly doughy those ginormous cheeks were, your tiny arms sank into these huge plush masses with alarming ease, it felt like just a few notches below trying to push an actual liquid.
'I thought only Lillian or her family had asses this fat' You thought. Although you'd be embarrassed to admit this openly, you were more than well acquainted with the consistency of those 3's plus sized booties, specially Lillian's because not only she sat on your face and lap a lot, but also had you massage it when sore or rub sunscreen on it when at the beach or at a pool. You shuddered. Once again, this girl's physique seemed to defy the laws of logic, Lillian and her family were all clearly rather chubby, justifying the sheer size and plushness of those gigantic curves, but this girl had a slimmer waist and a flatter stomach than Jen's!
'Oh? He's trying to escape' Caren giggled, feeling your diminutive arms hopelessly sinking into the vast, round expanses of jello-levels of squishiness she had for asscheeks. She playfully clenched them, engulfing you in a more overwhelming embrace.
"Don't fight it. Stress is bad for you" She said in a playful sing-song tone, giving her butt a pat that sent rippling waves of fatty flesh that would shake you like an earthquake inside her crack.
'Of course I'm stressed!! I'm trapped inside a giant ass!' You thought, unable to voice your anger because doing so would earn you a mouthful of questionably tasting booty flesh. You kept trying to push it away but the thing was doughier than actual dough, kneading large balls of bread or pizza dough would've looked like a joke compared to this.
You remembered that your dad told you that he used to help your grandpa knead massive balls of bread dough every morning before going to school and even on most holidays and weekends, maybe one of the reasons behind his great physical strength. You briefly wondered if he would've been able to get out of here. It had been only a few minutes and you were already getting tired, despite being in reasonable shape yourself.
'Hmm, I guess he'll have to tire himself out before he accepts it' Caren thought, feeling how your efforts gradually intensified over the course of several minutes, but then they began to fade, owing to fatigue. She lightly clenched her cheeks a few times, as if giving you hugs with them.
She had been heading home, but wasn't in a rush to do so, instead taking the scenic route for the sake of feeling you bouncing between her bountiful cheeks and playing with you a little. While this was largely a ploy to sate her own horny urges, there was a bit of truth in that she did mean it for you to come out of this experience feeling better, only that she didn't quite tell you that the issue she was tackling would be your shyness.
All that walking had a side effect that you weren't really expecting nor you were prepared for. You felt in a way like you were getting crushed by two hydraulic presses, except that these were by far the world's softest ones, and the pressure never hurt, it only got annoying. You couldn't tell for sure if her ass was simply too fat to flatten you or there was something else going on. But you wouldn't be allowed to think about it for long. It came with little warning, a deep, low rumbling that shook your jiggly surroundings before you got caught in what felt like the gigantic explosion of a nuclear bomb going off before you.
You felt as if a massive tornado, albeit a horizontal one, blew into you with untold force, but the sheer weight of Caren's planet-sized cheeks easily held you in place, forcing you to endure most of her raging wind's violent might though those same cheeks cushioned a large portion of its impact, rumbling ominously with booming claps as the thunderous fart resonated all around you. This was far worse than when you got farted on in the face at point blank and that was without even accounting for the vile stench that assaulted your nose, reeking with a stronger smell of spoiled milk and decaying cheese.
Had it been anyone else, you would've been baffled at how such a pretty girl could produce such nauseating smells, but you of all people knew best, after all, time after time you'd been unfortunate enough to be directly farted on, or were nearby when the gorgeous asses of many of your friends and other ladies relevant to your life let loose. This was no surprise in itself, yet you were surprised at running into one more of these types still. It almost felt as if you'd been marked by Fate to be tormented like this.
Caren giggled, knowing that you just took that huge fart at near point blank, but then she was surprised that you didn't react as strongly as past victims of her shrinking antics. This made her raise an eyebrow and for a moment she wondered if her overly abundant flesh back there had inadvertently plugged your nose. She shook her hips, bouncing you in between her cheeks a little, giggling as that tickled her crack. But as she did this, she felt you definitely bouncing amidst her lingering fumes, now she was sure that you were breathing them in and were annoyed, but not nearly as much as she would've thought.
'Interesting' She thought, feeling pleasantly surprised and her curiosity had been piqued. As these big farts and her burp back in the confessional, she already had a significant amount of gas bubbling its way around, mostly heading down her gut. But in spite of this, she was already feeling hungry and the walk only made her appetite even bigger.
Luckily, almost too conveniently so, her favorite restaurant was nearby, a relatively small but fairly popular one in the city, called the Smooth Shake. Despite its name, it didn't just serve milkshakes and ice cream, but it actually served pretty much anything that was made of or contained dairy. While not as big a franchise as the Salsa Shack it was known for its great variety of milk, ice cream and cheese options. This was Caren's favorite place to eat, despite being very much lactose intolerant herself...
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May 12, 2023
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