After Lillian's gigantic fart died down, something you were beginning to doubt was even possible, you heard more of that ominous, furious gurgling behind you, plus the surface your back was pressed against quivering and then quaking. You couldn't believe your rotten luck.
'But then again, this is Lillian... she rarely ever only farts once...' You sighed in defeat as you looked up in despair
'Why, God, why have you forsaken me? What did I do to earn this torment?' You mentally asked, since you couldn't understand how your life went from a somewhat normal life with quirky friends to being smaller than a flea and stuck right in the depths of your huge-assed, gassiest friend's asscrack.
Most bafflingly, you could swear you heard a laugh, that of an older woman, it sounded like it was a flirty, smug one, yet, there was a hint of immense power to it, like some kind of divinity, actually. She giggled mischievously, and it echoed around your head for a bit. You shook your head and slapped yourself, trying to wake yourself up from what seemed to be delirium induced by Lillian's ungodly gas, which had become pretty much your entire atmosphere, warming everything up, and making you feel as if an invisible, thick blanket covered all of you, with a smell that would make your nose cry, if it could.
With very little warning, Lillian's enormous asshole suddenly opened for a second time, unleashing a colossal explosion, just as massive as the first, if not even bigger. The wall of fabric that separated you from it provided practically no protection, as you took the full brunt of her raging blast, though at least it did prevent you from slipping into it, much to your relief.
Her gigantic cheeks, being as soft and doughy as they were, loudly vibrated as the furious torrent of wind, more akin to a tornado or typhoon by its sheer force, passed through, causing incredibly large rippling waves of fatty flesh that hit you like a truck, or something far heavier. Even she blushed, as she could hear her massive cheeks clapping from how powerful that fart was. Like her first release, this one lasted 30 seconds, after which the noise and vibrations died down, but the added warmth and smell remained.
You wondered how your clothes, hair and skin hadn't been torn off, and were left dizzy after such a monstrous blast at point blank. Despite your messed up state, you silently prayed that that was the end of it, but, as if to keep adding insult to the injury, Lillian's guts were once again groaning and gurgling. Her giant anus puffed out, struggling to contain yet more hurricane winds, engulfing you in one of its wrinkles, even behind the cloth wall that was her puny thong.
'Okay, that's been a bit much... but I just can't hold them in...' Lillian thought as her stomach loudly and visibly rumbled, protesting the lack of release to the pressure that built up inside her. She knew resisting her own gas was futile, when her body decided it was time to blast, it was time to blast, and there was nobody in this universe (or in another) that could prevent it.
Without thinking, she arched her back a little, sticking out her huge booty out, a view that would be alluring to any outside onlooker, until they realized why she did that pose. A monstrous barrage of titanic farts, just as bad as the first two, erupted from the depths of her chasm of a crack, they were shorter, but they came out back to back, not giving you any time to rest and recover, taking each unfathomably powerful hit at point blank, unable to get blown away, as the weight that held you in place was far too great.
You felt that even volcanic eruptions couldn't possibly be this violent, it was truly a nuclear apocalypse that was being unleashed right upon you. You almost wished you'd go deaf, every gargantuan roar that erupted behind you made your entire skull, as well as your skeleton painfully rattle, like the booming soundwaves from loud metal concerts, but thousands or millions of times worse. Lillian's city-sized asshole kept on blaring out massive fart after massive fart, with no apparent end to it, this would last for about 20 minutes until finally, she had released all the pent-up gas she had, sighing in complete relief, herself not minding that she effortlessly had stunk up the entire room with just her first fart. With a mischievous chuckle, she pulled her cellphone and called you.
You were rudely snapped of your beaten stupor, after having endured countless apocalyptic explosions, by your cellphone's ringtone, and without thinking, you answered the call.
"H-Hey... How are you doing?" She asked.
"...How do you think I'm doing...?" You cynically replied, though that tone was weakened by your overall being so thoroughly beaten by her gassy onslaught.
"...I just had Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Pompeii, the Krakatoa, the Tsar Bomba and every single other nuclear test, hurricane, cyclone, typhoon and volcanic eruption ever made blow up right in my goddamned face..." You dryly said, but she laughed a guilty laugh.
"Aww, you're always exaggerating. I'm not that bad, really..." Lillian said.
"Really? How could this have been worse...?" You asked, sure that she'd have no further arguments... but then, you felt a weird emptiness in your stomach, a feeling of dread, that she might actually have arguments to counter yours, and they'd be absolutely terrible.
'But then again, this is Lillian... she rarely ever only farts once...' You sighed in defeat as you looked up in despair
'Why, God, why have you forsaken me? What did I do to earn this torment?' You mentally asked, since you couldn't understand how your life went from a somewhat normal life with quirky friends to being smaller than a flea and stuck right in the depths of your huge-assed, gassiest friend's asscrack.
Most bafflingly, you could swear you heard a laugh, that of an older woman, it sounded like it was a flirty, smug one, yet, there was a hint of immense power to it, like some kind of divinity, actually. She giggled mischievously, and it echoed around your head for a bit. You shook your head and slapped yourself, trying to wake yourself up from what seemed to be delirium induced by Lillian's ungodly gas, which had become pretty much your entire atmosphere, warming everything up, and making you feel as if an invisible, thick blanket covered all of you, with a smell that would make your nose cry, if it could.
With very little warning, Lillian's enormous asshole suddenly opened for a second time, unleashing a colossal explosion, just as massive as the first, if not even bigger. The wall of fabric that separated you from it provided practically no protection, as you took the full brunt of her raging blast, though at least it did prevent you from slipping into it, much to your relief.
Her gigantic cheeks, being as soft and doughy as they were, loudly vibrated as the furious torrent of wind, more akin to a tornado or typhoon by its sheer force, passed through, causing incredibly large rippling waves of fatty flesh that hit you like a truck, or something far heavier. Even she blushed, as she could hear her massive cheeks clapping from how powerful that fart was. Like her first release, this one lasted 30 seconds, after which the noise and vibrations died down, but the added warmth and smell remained.
You wondered how your clothes, hair and skin hadn't been torn off, and were left dizzy after such a monstrous blast at point blank. Despite your messed up state, you silently prayed that that was the end of it, but, as if to keep adding insult to the injury, Lillian's guts were once again groaning and gurgling. Her giant anus puffed out, struggling to contain yet more hurricane winds, engulfing you in one of its wrinkles, even behind the cloth wall that was her puny thong.
'Okay, that's been a bit much... but I just can't hold them in...' Lillian thought as her stomach loudly and visibly rumbled, protesting the lack of release to the pressure that built up inside her. She knew resisting her own gas was futile, when her body decided it was time to blast, it was time to blast, and there was nobody in this universe (or in another) that could prevent it.
Without thinking, she arched her back a little, sticking out her huge booty out, a view that would be alluring to any outside onlooker, until they realized why she did that pose. A monstrous barrage of titanic farts, just as bad as the first two, erupted from the depths of her chasm of a crack, they were shorter, but they came out back to back, not giving you any time to rest and recover, taking each unfathomably powerful hit at point blank, unable to get blown away, as the weight that held you in place was far too great.
You felt that even volcanic eruptions couldn't possibly be this violent, it was truly a nuclear apocalypse that was being unleashed right upon you. You almost wished you'd go deaf, every gargantuan roar that erupted behind you made your entire skull, as well as your skeleton painfully rattle, like the booming soundwaves from loud metal concerts, but thousands or millions of times worse. Lillian's city-sized asshole kept on blaring out massive fart after massive fart, with no apparent end to it, this would last for about 20 minutes until finally, she had released all the pent-up gas she had, sighing in complete relief, herself not minding that she effortlessly had stunk up the entire room with just her first fart. With a mischievous chuckle, she pulled her cellphone and called you.
You were rudely snapped of your beaten stupor, after having endured countless apocalyptic explosions, by your cellphone's ringtone, and without thinking, you answered the call.
"H-Hey... How are you doing?" She asked.
"...How do you think I'm doing...?" You cynically replied, though that tone was weakened by your overall being so thoroughly beaten by her gassy onslaught.
"...I just had Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Pompeii, the Krakatoa, the Tsar Bomba and every single other nuclear test, hurricane, cyclone, typhoon and volcanic eruption ever made blow up right in my goddamned face..." You dryly said, but she laughed a guilty laugh.
"Aww, you're always exaggerating. I'm not that bad, really..." Lillian said.
"Really? How could this have been worse...?" You asked, sure that she'd have no further arguments... but then, you felt a weird emptiness in your stomach, a feeling of dread, that she might actually have arguments to counter yours, and they'd be absolutely terrible.
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May 12, 2023
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