Apparently, other girls besides Monique had also farted while laughing so hard at the joke Ms. Coleman showed so no one said anything about the smell that wafted around, not wanting to be called out on it, each believing it was hers. Veronica herself found it pretty hilarious her friend happened to fart at that specific moment.
"Sorry, I couldn't keep holding it in" The thicc brunette said, outwardly to Veronica but she also intended that apology for you. She'd been straining herself to keep from firing off any more booty blasts but there was simply too much gas to contain. It didn't help that despite her abundant cushioning, the seats weren't just hard and flat but also far too small for her voluptuous, plus-sized derriere so she couldn't even sit still for very long, and wiggling her hips to stay comfortable and avoid feeling numb also contributed to stirring her bowels.
The two girls quickly focused back on Ms. Coleman's lecture as she went into detail on how micros were such a valuable resources that families that bore a lot of sons easily became rich and powerful by forming marriage links to other families and getting their wealth while micros themselves were sometimes treated as people, as trade goods and on occasion as luxury pets or even slaves. Veronica herself was realizing how important it was to uphold their rights while Monique was more curious about everything that's happened to them across history.
Unfortunately for Monique, and by extension you, her stomach was far from done, gurgling loudly again that even Veronica took notice, giggling cheekily.
"Wow, I think you might be gassier than me for once" She whispered, making her larger friend blush and give her a pouty look.
"I dunno why those refried beans are hitting so hard" Monique huffed, rubbing her stomach in an attempt to soothe it to no avail.
"Cuz they were quadruple refried black beans! Plus a lot of chili and spice... I don't think the cafeteria food helped though" Veronica said, her own stomach making quieter but noticeable still gurgling noises as well. She then observed that Monique was shifting around in her seat while her stomach kept making noises and she knew from personal experience that she was likely feeling bloated and unable to relieve the pressure.
"Um, you might wanna go to the bathroom..." She whispered to Monique, who was startled a little by her voice. She was mentally struggling with her unruly gut it seemed.
"I'm fine, I just have to make it through this class" Monique said, wincing in pain from the pangs her stomach gave her. Veronica then heard a faint purring-like noise that came from Monique's big butt.
'You said that but that booty wants to fart for sure' She thought, deciding not to further stress her friend, instead focusing back on Ms. Coleman's lesson, though she couldn't help but notice that more quiet 'purrs' ensued.
Still buried between millions of metric tons of squishy booty fat, you remained at the total mercy of Monique's ginormous and excessively gassy booty, though after that sudden monster fart without warning, only more ominous gurgling ensued. Somehow you could tell that she was really straining herself trying not to rip any more farts on you to the point that you even felt a bit bad for her, knowing from your experiences with Lillian that holding her farts in could quickly get painful.
Unable to fully contain the overwhelming pressure, Monique kept letting out "small" farts that were the purr-like noise Veronica heard, but that to you were still powerful explosions comparable to artillery, and while those didn't have the previous one's terrifyingly powerful winds, each of them heated up your already stuffy and stale atmosphere while filling it with a thick, noxious miasma.
Another unfortunate effect of these farts was that since they kept heating up the inside of Monique's crack, soon her overactive sweating kicked in to cool her flesh down, and truck-sized droplets of salty sweat began raining down upon you, some coming from all the way up in her lower back, collecting in her crack to fall like the world's worst waterfall while others emerged from the squishy walls that engulfed you. The added warmth and sweat only served to further irritate Monique's gigantic ass, making her grind on her seat more and also repeatedly clench her gargantuan cheeks, as if trying to chew on her panties, and you by consequence.
Outside, Ms. Coleman went on to describe how the Greeks were the first Western civilization to codify into law micros' rights, only to end up conquered by the Romans who nominally maintained the laws, but in practice treated micros as property and as a trade good, a very luxurious one. She also mentioned that the supposed barbarians they so much despised have been found to have a much more egalitarian treatment than them. Veronica found all of that really interesting, but Monique was struggling to concentrate.
After roughly half an hour of this suffering, she decided enough was enough and asked Ms. Coleman for permission to go to the bathroom, which she had no problem in granting, knowing firsthand how terrible stomachaches could be, and also knowing that Monique was one of her gassier students. Without wasting a second, Monique briskly walked out of the classroom and made a beeline for the bathroom. Like the previous time, she was pretty lucky in that it was empty.
"Phew!" She wiped her brow, as even her forehead sweated a little from the sheer strain from holding her copious amounts of gas in.
"Sorry Blaise, I've really been trying to spare you from this but..." She got interrupted by a sudden, sharper pang in her stomach, as if demanding to release the pressure already "Ugh! I really need to let this out"
You had no idea if it was the bathroom's echoing or the fact that she was speaking louder for you to hear, but you heard her loud and clear this time, and promptly became terrified. Feeling increasingly desperate as the horrific gurgling noises got louder and louder, you clawed at the plush walls engulfing you, trying to get her attention to hopefully get her to take you out before letting loose. The two massive walls closed in on you, pressing you between them in response, and you could hear you heard Monique moan quietly.
"Mmmm! I didn't ask you to scratch my booty but that felt so good, I really appreciate it" She said softly, giving her hips a teasing shake.
"I thought you'd be way too disgusted by all the hot sweat pooling back there" She added, and you noticed that below, a pond that was quickly becoming more of a sea was forming. Everything then began shaking more and more and every single hair in your body stood on end.
"Hold on tight!" Monique said as she slightly arched her back and finally relaxed her strained pucker, unleashing the mother of all monster farts, a minute-and-half long thunderous monstrosity that shook the entire bathroom and everything in it while harshly echoing all over its enclosed walls. Her hole felt burned and sore after that titanic blast, but those feelings were quickly overridden by the sheer relief that getting rid of all that pent up pressure brought her.
Of course, for you it was far worse, it was as if someone tied you in front of the world's largest jet plane, but instead of turbines it was propelled by the largest, most powerful nuke ever, and you took its takeoff blast at point blank, that's how terrible it was, you even worried that the vicious, blazing hot wind was gonna tear you apart limb by limb, though thankfully that did not happen. The smell still was nowhere near as toxic as Jen's, but it wasn't good either, and the spice in it burned your nose as you breathed it in. You were left dizzy and sore, but when you heard more of that horrendous gurgling you snapped out of it and desperately clawed at her jiggly flesh again, she had to get you out of here before her farts killed you!
"Oh?" Monique shuddered, pleasant tingles traveled up her back as she felt your tiny hands once more.
"Even after that huge fart you're still willing to scratch my booty?" She quietly asked in disbelief.
"Geez, you're gonna make me blush!" She laughed while actually blushing "That feels sooo good though" she said in a dreamier tone, lightly clenching her cheeks to get a better feel of your tiny body. However her stomach was still not pleased, demanding further relief.
'Maybe he doesn't mind it in my butt as much as I thought' She wondered 'Or maybe he does like farts!' She giggled, herself wishing for the latter if it meant this wasn't as terrible for you as she was imagining. But then she felt the sweat in her crack slosh around a little, and this made her shudder in an unpleasant way.
'Oh god, the swamp returned! It can't be nice at all for poor Blaise in there, if only I could get rid of that sweat'
Deciding to kill two birds with a stone, she took a breath before once again relaxing, unleashing a second, room-shaking fart that was nearly as terribly powerful and long as the first.
'Aww, come on!' She pouted, still feeling that her crack was still very wet. Without any hesitation she farted a third time, this one was just as long as the first two, but it was even louder, and she could feel the pooled sweat in her crack get blasted into the back of her panties.
"Sorry about that, it was the best I could do to get rid of that nasty ocean" Monique said, laughing a little as she pictured you trying to swim in her so-called sweaty ocean. Despite some micros like Jim having tried to flatter it before, she deemed it disgusting herself and it was one more thing she wanted to spare you from if she could help it. She gasped again when she felt you "scratching" at her crack yet again despite everything.
"Awww, you're really so sweet!" She cooed, affectionately clenching her cheeks, in her mind, giving you a hug that way. What happens next?
[Paths]
3) Her stomach rumbled and gurgled ominously once again, but this time she smiled.
'I think he's into farts for real' She thought with a smile.
"H-Hey Blaise... I was wondering if you... maybe... wanna be even closer to the action?" She asked, baffling you. But before you could even try to give her any answer, not that she could hear you, she answered for you herself, wedging her makeshift thong even deeper into her humongous crack.
"Sorry, I couldn't keep holding it in" The thicc brunette said, outwardly to Veronica but she also intended that apology for you. She'd been straining herself to keep from firing off any more booty blasts but there was simply too much gas to contain. It didn't help that despite her abundant cushioning, the seats weren't just hard and flat but also far too small for her voluptuous, plus-sized derriere so she couldn't even sit still for very long, and wiggling her hips to stay comfortable and avoid feeling numb also contributed to stirring her bowels.
The two girls quickly focused back on Ms. Coleman's lecture as she went into detail on how micros were such a valuable resources that families that bore a lot of sons easily became rich and powerful by forming marriage links to other families and getting their wealth while micros themselves were sometimes treated as people, as trade goods and on occasion as luxury pets or even slaves. Veronica herself was realizing how important it was to uphold their rights while Monique was more curious about everything that's happened to them across history.
Unfortunately for Monique, and by extension you, her stomach was far from done, gurgling loudly again that even Veronica took notice, giggling cheekily.
"Wow, I think you might be gassier than me for once" She whispered, making her larger friend blush and give her a pouty look.
"I dunno why those refried beans are hitting so hard" Monique huffed, rubbing her stomach in an attempt to soothe it to no avail.
"Cuz they were quadruple refried black beans! Plus a lot of chili and spice... I don't think the cafeteria food helped though" Veronica said, her own stomach making quieter but noticeable still gurgling noises as well. She then observed that Monique was shifting around in her seat while her stomach kept making noises and she knew from personal experience that she was likely feeling bloated and unable to relieve the pressure.
"Um, you might wanna go to the bathroom..." She whispered to Monique, who was startled a little by her voice. She was mentally struggling with her unruly gut it seemed.
"I'm fine, I just have to make it through this class" Monique said, wincing in pain from the pangs her stomach gave her. Veronica then heard a faint purring-like noise that came from Monique's big butt.
'You said that but that booty wants to fart for sure' She thought, deciding not to further stress her friend, instead focusing back on Ms. Coleman's lesson, though she couldn't help but notice that more quiet 'purrs' ensued.
Still buried between millions of metric tons of squishy booty fat, you remained at the total mercy of Monique's ginormous and excessively gassy booty, though after that sudden monster fart without warning, only more ominous gurgling ensued. Somehow you could tell that she was really straining herself trying not to rip any more farts on you to the point that you even felt a bit bad for her, knowing from your experiences with Lillian that holding her farts in could quickly get painful.
Unable to fully contain the overwhelming pressure, Monique kept letting out "small" farts that were the purr-like noise Veronica heard, but that to you were still powerful explosions comparable to artillery, and while those didn't have the previous one's terrifyingly powerful winds, each of them heated up your already stuffy and stale atmosphere while filling it with a thick, noxious miasma.
Another unfortunate effect of these farts was that since they kept heating up the inside of Monique's crack, soon her overactive sweating kicked in to cool her flesh down, and truck-sized droplets of salty sweat began raining down upon you, some coming from all the way up in her lower back, collecting in her crack to fall like the world's worst waterfall while others emerged from the squishy walls that engulfed you. The added warmth and sweat only served to further irritate Monique's gigantic ass, making her grind on her seat more and also repeatedly clench her gargantuan cheeks, as if trying to chew on her panties, and you by consequence.
Outside, Ms. Coleman went on to describe how the Greeks were the first Western civilization to codify into law micros' rights, only to end up conquered by the Romans who nominally maintained the laws, but in practice treated micros as property and as a trade good, a very luxurious one. She also mentioned that the supposed barbarians they so much despised have been found to have a much more egalitarian treatment than them. Veronica found all of that really interesting, but Monique was struggling to concentrate.
After roughly half an hour of this suffering, she decided enough was enough and asked Ms. Coleman for permission to go to the bathroom, which she had no problem in granting, knowing firsthand how terrible stomachaches could be, and also knowing that Monique was one of her gassier students. Without wasting a second, Monique briskly walked out of the classroom and made a beeline for the bathroom. Like the previous time, she was pretty lucky in that it was empty.
"Phew!" She wiped her brow, as even her forehead sweated a little from the sheer strain from holding her copious amounts of gas in.
"Sorry Blaise, I've really been trying to spare you from this but..." She got interrupted by a sudden, sharper pang in her stomach, as if demanding to release the pressure already "Ugh! I really need to let this out"
You had no idea if it was the bathroom's echoing or the fact that she was speaking louder for you to hear, but you heard her loud and clear this time, and promptly became terrified. Feeling increasingly desperate as the horrific gurgling noises got louder and louder, you clawed at the plush walls engulfing you, trying to get her attention to hopefully get her to take you out before letting loose. The two massive walls closed in on you, pressing you between them in response, and you could hear you heard Monique moan quietly.
"Mmmm! I didn't ask you to scratch my booty but that felt so good, I really appreciate it" She said softly, giving her hips a teasing shake.
"I thought you'd be way too disgusted by all the hot sweat pooling back there" She added, and you noticed that below, a pond that was quickly becoming more of a sea was forming. Everything then began shaking more and more and every single hair in your body stood on end.
"Hold on tight!" Monique said as she slightly arched her back and finally relaxed her strained pucker, unleashing the mother of all monster farts, a minute-and-half long thunderous monstrosity that shook the entire bathroom and everything in it while harshly echoing all over its enclosed walls. Her hole felt burned and sore after that titanic blast, but those feelings were quickly overridden by the sheer relief that getting rid of all that pent up pressure brought her.
Of course, for you it was far worse, it was as if someone tied you in front of the world's largest jet plane, but instead of turbines it was propelled by the largest, most powerful nuke ever, and you took its takeoff blast at point blank, that's how terrible it was, you even worried that the vicious, blazing hot wind was gonna tear you apart limb by limb, though thankfully that did not happen. The smell still was nowhere near as toxic as Jen's, but it wasn't good either, and the spice in it burned your nose as you breathed it in. You were left dizzy and sore, but when you heard more of that horrendous gurgling you snapped out of it and desperately clawed at her jiggly flesh again, she had to get you out of here before her farts killed you!
"Oh?" Monique shuddered, pleasant tingles traveled up her back as she felt your tiny hands once more.
"Even after that huge fart you're still willing to scratch my booty?" She quietly asked in disbelief.
"Geez, you're gonna make me blush!" She laughed while actually blushing "That feels sooo good though" she said in a dreamier tone, lightly clenching her cheeks to get a better feel of your tiny body. However her stomach was still not pleased, demanding further relief.
'Maybe he doesn't mind it in my butt as much as I thought' She wondered 'Or maybe he does like farts!' She giggled, herself wishing for the latter if it meant this wasn't as terrible for you as she was imagining. But then she felt the sweat in her crack slosh around a little, and this made her shudder in an unpleasant way.
'Oh god, the swamp returned! It can't be nice at all for poor Blaise in there, if only I could get rid of that sweat'
Deciding to kill two birds with a stone, she took a breath before once again relaxing, unleashing a second, room-shaking fart that was nearly as terribly powerful and long as the first.
'Aww, come on!' She pouted, still feeling that her crack was still very wet. Without any hesitation she farted a third time, this one was just as long as the first two, but it was even louder, and she could feel the pooled sweat in her crack get blasted into the back of her panties.
"Sorry about that, it was the best I could do to get rid of that nasty ocean" Monique said, laughing a little as she pictured you trying to swim in her so-called sweaty ocean. Despite some micros like Jim having tried to flatter it before, she deemed it disgusting herself and it was one more thing she wanted to spare you from if she could help it. She gasped again when she felt you "scratching" at her crack yet again despite everything.
"Awww, you're really so sweet!" She cooed, affectionately clenching her cheeks, in her mind, giving you a hug that way. What happens next?
[Paths]
3) Her stomach rumbled and gurgled ominously once again, but this time she smiled.
'I think he's into farts for real' She thought with a smile.
"H-Hey Blaise... I was wondering if you... maybe... wanna be even closer to the action?" She asked, baffling you. But before you could even try to give her any answer, not that she could hear you, she answered for you herself, wedging her makeshift thong even deeper into her humongous crack.
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