Sheila looked down at her growling belly with an annoyed pout, as if she were dealing with a rebellious pet. She hadn't even eaten anything yet, but still for reasons that escaped her, she woke up feeling like this. She tried rubbing it to ease the bubbling she could feel inside, but that only made it groan louder in response, again, almost as if she had unwittingly angered a beast, which made her sigh in frustration. The pressure backed up in her huge booty soon became too much to hold in, and like before, she unleashed a huge rumbling fart that made her gigantic cheeks jiggle and ripple like mad, dragging on for several seconds until its noise too gradually died down. She laughed quietly, as feeling those vibrations were a guilty pleasure of hers.
To you, however, it was anything but pleasurable, you were filled with dread when the gurgling noises returned, it hadn't even been a full minute and she was ready to fart again. Feeling like you had been already trampled by a stampede of Titans, you simply lacked the energy to do anything when the monster blast erupted, all you could feel was the insanely powerful shockwave rush past you while you were engulfed in yet another terrifying explosion of sound and smell, you were on the receiving end of something that made hurricanes puny by comparison.
Feeling that larger bubbles kept rushing down her gut, she no longer bothered trying to fight them and just let them out as they came. As a way to make it up for you, she began swaying her hips and shaking her titanic ass, making her gargantuan cheeks jiggle much more. Thus she started letting out a terrifying barrage of room-shaking booty blasts, feeling pleasurable tingles both from the constant vibrations in her sizeable behind and from the miniscule feeling of your tiny body, trapped deep and entombed by countless tons of squishy fleshy mass.
What she was unaware of, however, was that her immense cheeks' bouncing only served to smash you with unbelievable weight, but also squashed the large gas bubbles as they emerged into her abyssal crack, making her gaseous roaring explosions far louder than they had to be. To you, this was worse than even the friggin Apocalypse itself, your head painfully rang while you heard one insanely loud thunderous blast after another, only to be squashed by the humongous jello-like wobbling walls that surrounded you right after. The warmth only increased, and the already stale atmosphere you breathed it can become like a thick, toxic fog that burned your nose as you were forced to breathe. The only other noises you could hear were those of Sheila's giggling.
"I could swear that whenever I put you in my booty I start feeling gassier somehow" Sheila joked, and almost as if on cue unleashed a huge fart that nearly matched the first one in sheer noise, but it went on to last almost a full minute. She teasingly wiggled her hips again, making them bounce and clap.
As battered as you were by the seemingly never-ending cosmic nukes going off upon you, you still managed to hear her, and when she said "whenever I put you in my booty" you somehow went paler than you already were, your eyes widened in shock while tearing from the hot gas that burned them.
'What the hell? Is this an usual occurrence?!' You thought. Then, the memory of you reading your phone's info hit you like a slap to the face given with a wet glove.
'Holy crap... please don't tell me this is a reality where I was born this small!' You also thought, seeing how nonchalant Sheila was about your current size.
'Alternate me, wherever you might be, dude, I really feel for you...' You shuddered, thinking about all the horrible implications you had just realized. This series of thoughts came to an abrupt end as yet another Big Bang-esque blast exploded from within the dark depths of this abyss that was Sheila's crack, the massive larger than hurricane winds pressed you hard into one of the hefty blubbery walls that encased you. They then pressed more tightly together, which meant you were fully surrounded by nothing but her bountiful flesh.
"But, you know... it does feel good... to let loose with you in there..." Sheila whispered and laughed quietly with guilty pleasure, she clenched her butt again, since that was her preferred style of 'hugging' you.
You could only shudder in helpless terror after hearing such a confession. And soon, a devastating bassy blast followed, threatening to deafen you, break your bones or both. You knew Sheila was definitely gassier than Lillian, but never knew how much so, the rumbling groans and gurgles coming from the unseen depths of your squishy confinement seemed to have no end, she kept blasting one horrific "nuke" after another. You then remembered that Lillian had what she called "bad gas days" where even on an empty stomach she would keep on blowing huge, louder and smellier farts throughout the day. You shuddered, thinking that it appeared that Sheila was who she got that from, only that her version was so much worse than her daughter's.
Several minutes had passed already, and Sheila's guts were still busily pumping out massive amounts of gas, she certainly enjoyed letting them out, but was starting to get annoyed since they were delaying her plans. Then again, she thought it'd be worse if she were to keep on blasting throughout the whole trip.
"Are you done yet?" She glanced down at her roaring booty and raised an eyebrow. Her enormous lower asset seemingly replied with deeper gurgling groans, making her sigh, but also chuckle at the sheer silliness of it. Feeling the pressure rapidly build up back there, she eased it up with a sigh, resulting in one more loud trumpeting blast that gave her immense cheeks pleasurable vibrations.
'That feels so nice... but poor little Blaise, it isn't even 10 AM yet and I've already farted on him so many times' She thought, biting her bottom lip, feeling a little guilty, although that didn't stop her from farting over and over again, making for an even longer, louder barrage than the first.
'Miriam says he wouldn't mind riding in my booty if I weren't so gassy... But Lilly says he actually does like it and just acts embarrassed as a cover... hmm...' Sheila hadn't quite decided on how to feel about her gas and you, though she leaned more towards' Lillian's stance, and secretly wished for it to be true since, in her view, that'd solve pretty much all of her problems regarding you.
Meanwhile, you were convinced that either there was no God, or if there was one, they had one wicked sense of humor, sending you to this crazy alternate reality out of infinite possibilities, to be at possibly the smallest size you could be without being microscopic, only to be stuffed into a very gassy Sheila's giant ass. You learned first-hand what it was to be in the frontline of an all-out nuclear war, or so you felt as once again, impossibly colossal explosive blasts kept going off upon you, their wild roaring rattling your bones, making your doughy surroundings ripple madly and hit you from all directions while a titanic wind torrent tried to push you flat against said doughy surroundings.
You seriously wondered how your bones hadn't been pulverized to a fine dust by now, or how you hadn't been vaporized yet, only for there to be such loud and intense gurgling and groaning that in a way, it sounded like the noises of a massive ship, but in another way it was reminiscent of the growling of a caged abomination, a cosmic horror clawing at whatever forces contained it, desperate for release to wreak havoc on existence itself. That's what the noises you could heard in your stuffy dark surroundings sounded like.
"Oh, please, no more..." You pleaded in despair, but the noises only increased. It hadn't even been an hour and you had already been thoroughly demolished by your best friend's mom's farts, you laughed a little, knowing how absurd that would sound without context, and perhaps because your sanity may have started to slip, or maybe because your brain got shaken a couple of times too many while those ferocious winds ravaged your diminutive body.
'What the hell were those people from the experiment thinking...?' You thought and coughed, your body futilely trying to bring in any amount of clean air it could. You could feel that the soft walls engulfing you were vibrating more and more, signaling that another monster was coming and fast.
'I don't want to give up... I don't want my life to end here... but, if this is what the rest of it is going to be like... I guess that'd be okay...' You sighed, wishing for either freedom or the release of death, which started to seem increasingly sweeter as the feeling of dread grew within you. For some reason, a random memory sprung up in your mind...
It was an Art lesson with Ms. McAllen, and while you were too weak to recall all of the details, she mentioned a particular phrase that stuck with you: "Never attribute to evil what can be explained by ignorance". She used to explain the context of some literary work you were analyzing, and while it was weird such a seemingly mundane memory re-emerged right now, you realized it could very well apply here... Maybe there was some hope left... You could try and talk your way out with Sheila, though, given your current imprisonment conditions, getting out will still be entirely on her own volition. Clinging to whatever few sparks of strength you could muster, your body tenses up just as the next gigantic fart erupts...
To you, however, it was anything but pleasurable, you were filled with dread when the gurgling noises returned, it hadn't even been a full minute and she was ready to fart again. Feeling like you had been already trampled by a stampede of Titans, you simply lacked the energy to do anything when the monster blast erupted, all you could feel was the insanely powerful shockwave rush past you while you were engulfed in yet another terrifying explosion of sound and smell, you were on the receiving end of something that made hurricanes puny by comparison.
Feeling that larger bubbles kept rushing down her gut, she no longer bothered trying to fight them and just let them out as they came. As a way to make it up for you, she began swaying her hips and shaking her titanic ass, making her gargantuan cheeks jiggle much more. Thus she started letting out a terrifying barrage of room-shaking booty blasts, feeling pleasurable tingles both from the constant vibrations in her sizeable behind and from the miniscule feeling of your tiny body, trapped deep and entombed by countless tons of squishy fleshy mass.
What she was unaware of, however, was that her immense cheeks' bouncing only served to smash you with unbelievable weight, but also squashed the large gas bubbles as they emerged into her abyssal crack, making her gaseous roaring explosions far louder than they had to be. To you, this was worse than even the friggin Apocalypse itself, your head painfully rang while you heard one insanely loud thunderous blast after another, only to be squashed by the humongous jello-like wobbling walls that surrounded you right after. The warmth only increased, and the already stale atmosphere you breathed it can become like a thick, toxic fog that burned your nose as you were forced to breathe. The only other noises you could hear were those of Sheila's giggling.
"I could swear that whenever I put you in my booty I start feeling gassier somehow" Sheila joked, and almost as if on cue unleashed a huge fart that nearly matched the first one in sheer noise, but it went on to last almost a full minute. She teasingly wiggled her hips again, making them bounce and clap.
As battered as you were by the seemingly never-ending cosmic nukes going off upon you, you still managed to hear her, and when she said "whenever I put you in my booty" you somehow went paler than you already were, your eyes widened in shock while tearing from the hot gas that burned them.
'What the hell? Is this an usual occurrence?!' You thought. Then, the memory of you reading your phone's info hit you like a slap to the face given with a wet glove.
'Holy crap... please don't tell me this is a reality where I was born this small!' You also thought, seeing how nonchalant Sheila was about your current size.
'Alternate me, wherever you might be, dude, I really feel for you...' You shuddered, thinking about all the horrible implications you had just realized. This series of thoughts came to an abrupt end as yet another Big Bang-esque blast exploded from within the dark depths of this abyss that was Sheila's crack, the massive larger than hurricane winds pressed you hard into one of the hefty blubbery walls that encased you. They then pressed more tightly together, which meant you were fully surrounded by nothing but her bountiful flesh.
"But, you know... it does feel good... to let loose with you in there..." Sheila whispered and laughed quietly with guilty pleasure, she clenched her butt again, since that was her preferred style of 'hugging' you.
You could only shudder in helpless terror after hearing such a confession. And soon, a devastating bassy blast followed, threatening to deafen you, break your bones or both. You knew Sheila was definitely gassier than Lillian, but never knew how much so, the rumbling groans and gurgles coming from the unseen depths of your squishy confinement seemed to have no end, she kept blasting one horrific "nuke" after another. You then remembered that Lillian had what she called "bad gas days" where even on an empty stomach she would keep on blowing huge, louder and smellier farts throughout the day. You shuddered, thinking that it appeared that Sheila was who she got that from, only that her version was so much worse than her daughter's.
Several minutes had passed already, and Sheila's guts were still busily pumping out massive amounts of gas, she certainly enjoyed letting them out, but was starting to get annoyed since they were delaying her plans. Then again, she thought it'd be worse if she were to keep on blasting throughout the whole trip.
"Are you done yet?" She glanced down at her roaring booty and raised an eyebrow. Her enormous lower asset seemingly replied with deeper gurgling groans, making her sigh, but also chuckle at the sheer silliness of it. Feeling the pressure rapidly build up back there, she eased it up with a sigh, resulting in one more loud trumpeting blast that gave her immense cheeks pleasurable vibrations.
'That feels so nice... but poor little Blaise, it isn't even 10 AM yet and I've already farted on him so many times' She thought, biting her bottom lip, feeling a little guilty, although that didn't stop her from farting over and over again, making for an even longer, louder barrage than the first.
'Miriam says he wouldn't mind riding in my booty if I weren't so gassy... But Lilly says he actually does like it and just acts embarrassed as a cover... hmm...' Sheila hadn't quite decided on how to feel about her gas and you, though she leaned more towards' Lillian's stance, and secretly wished for it to be true since, in her view, that'd solve pretty much all of her problems regarding you.
Meanwhile, you were convinced that either there was no God, or if there was one, they had one wicked sense of humor, sending you to this crazy alternate reality out of infinite possibilities, to be at possibly the smallest size you could be without being microscopic, only to be stuffed into a very gassy Sheila's giant ass. You learned first-hand what it was to be in the frontline of an all-out nuclear war, or so you felt as once again, impossibly colossal explosive blasts kept going off upon you, their wild roaring rattling your bones, making your doughy surroundings ripple madly and hit you from all directions while a titanic wind torrent tried to push you flat against said doughy surroundings.
You seriously wondered how your bones hadn't been pulverized to a fine dust by now, or how you hadn't been vaporized yet, only for there to be such loud and intense gurgling and groaning that in a way, it sounded like the noises of a massive ship, but in another way it was reminiscent of the growling of a caged abomination, a cosmic horror clawing at whatever forces contained it, desperate for release to wreak havoc on existence itself. That's what the noises you could heard in your stuffy dark surroundings sounded like.
"Oh, please, no more..." You pleaded in despair, but the noises only increased. It hadn't even been an hour and you had already been thoroughly demolished by your best friend's mom's farts, you laughed a little, knowing how absurd that would sound without context, and perhaps because your sanity may have started to slip, or maybe because your brain got shaken a couple of times too many while those ferocious winds ravaged your diminutive body.
'What the hell were those people from the experiment thinking...?' You thought and coughed, your body futilely trying to bring in any amount of clean air it could. You could feel that the soft walls engulfing you were vibrating more and more, signaling that another monster was coming and fast.
'I don't want to give up... I don't want my life to end here... but, if this is what the rest of it is going to be like... I guess that'd be okay...' You sighed, wishing for either freedom or the release of death, which started to seem increasingly sweeter as the feeling of dread grew within you. For some reason, a random memory sprung up in your mind...
It was an Art lesson with Ms. McAllen, and while you were too weak to recall all of the details, she mentioned a particular phrase that stuck with you: "Never attribute to evil what can be explained by ignorance". She used to explain the context of some literary work you were analyzing, and while it was weird such a seemingly mundane memory re-emerged right now, you realized it could very well apply here... Maybe there was some hope left... You could try and talk your way out with Sheila, though, given your current imprisonment conditions, getting out will still be entirely on her own volition. Clinging to whatever few sparks of strength you could muster, your body tenses up just as the next gigantic fart erupts...
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May 12, 2023
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