'And here I thought those shakes wouldn't come back to bite until today's evening' Ariadne thought as she could feel her stomach bubbling up. Having been Jordana's bestie for nearly all her life, it wasn't like she was particularly timid to let loose when her sizable behind decided it was time to blast off, but whereas Jordana was completely nonchalant and even assertive about it, Ariadne tried to be at least somewhat considerate of others when it could be helped.
With the feeling in her stomach and gut keeping her from getting fully immerse into her workout, she became more aware of her surroundings, and observed the other women in the gym, their ages ranged more than she'd anticipated, as there were girls that were likely in highschool while there were also moms, or ladies that looked like they were, and of course, plenty of college aged girls like herself. Suddenly, a surprisingly loud fart could be heard and she turned to look where it came from; she saw a curvy but not exactly chubby woman laughed loudly while there was a younger one, most likely college aged, standing nearby, cringing at the gassy outburst.
"Mom!" The girl complained as she fanned her nose.
"Sorry dear, it can't really be helped with that yoga class and the boiled eggs your dad made me for breakfast" The lady, who seemed to be Hispanic, giggled half guiltily "Be thankful you didn't take that one at point blank though" she said, wiggling her large butt, most likely one of the main reasons this woman was working out.
"Poor Josué, this wasn't even supposed to be a punishment" The college girl sighed, pinching her nose.
"But it's not a punishment though?" The mom raised an eyebrow "They say gas is kinda good for micros" She added with a smile, lightly slapping her big booty "It's just a little extra challenge to his workout back there"
"I don't think farts as toxic as yours can be any good for micros mom" The college girl rolled her eyes up.
"It wasn't even that bad, your brother's still kicking around" The mom said with a playful pout, then shuddering from some mild pleasure as her son's tiny movements, coming from somewhere in the deep dark abyss that was her humongous crack, gave her some ticklish tingles that she felt even better on her currently hot, sweaty buns "Alright, enough resting, need to make sure we stay in good shape!" The mom said as she began to do some Zumba dancing.
'Wow... at least Blaise doesn't have it that bad' Ariadne thought with a quiet chuckled 'But then again mom loves eating her beans and chili... but on the other hand she hasn't gone to the gym in ages'
'Then again, there's also Dolores, not only she has a much bigger ass, she does go to the gym from time to time... but I guess lil' bro would be alright as long as she doesn't get too gassy' Ariadne thought with an amused giggle before her stomach gave a painful pang and gurgled more loudly. The fact that Ariadne had kept doing her squats while observing that other family didn't help soothe her gut at all.
"Heyyy... lil' bro... I hope you can hear me clear enough back there..." She began to say while doing her squats "Remember when I said you were long overdue for some big sis love?"
Despite the notorious muffling from the countless tons of jiggly fat and dense muscle that engulfed you in the form of Ariadne's titanic asscheeks, you heard it clearly enough when she suddenly spoke to you. The repeated relaxing and clenching cycle indicated that she was still doing her squats though. However, your eyes widened when you heard the last part of what she said, and almost heard the sound of several porcelain plates smashing to thousands of pieces.
Those loud gurgling groans meant absolutely no good, but you had thought that she'd make an effort to hold her gas in, since she didn't want to give you too much of a hard time. You began to shudder in fear as you knew that even at normal size Ariadne's farts were already way huge and pretty toxic smelling if she had consumed any sort of protein supplement.
"Awww... mine can't be worse than mom's or Jordana's though" She said with a fake, playful pout, slightly wiggling her hips. She had felt your trembling and while she knew it was a normal reaction for micros, she wished you didn't view her farts as some sort of cataclysmic disaster, specially since they were one of her preferred forms of showing you affection.
"Not gonna lie... I really need to let them out, and I can't stop my workout until I'm done..." She said "So... just brace yourself or something"
Ariadne could feel her gut vibrate as a disproportionately large group of large gaseous bubbles rushed their way down, she knew she wouldn't have much longer before she had to let all that out, hoping that the few seconds she could buy you were good enough. She wondered if maybe your reaction to her gas had to do with not being biological siblings, since she only ever saw reports about moms and biological sisters in addition to aunts, cousins or a wife and her family being the ones involved.
There wasn't much you could do to brace yourself, Ariadne's humongous cheeks weren't nearly plush enough to provide the kind of shock absorption the jiggly, fatty rears of the likes of Snickers, Monique or even your mom could provide, somehow, you could feel that you'd end up taking more of the brunt of the coming blast than when you were in those asses.
You got into fetal position and tensely waited as the terrifying gurgling groans grew louder and louder, their vibrations causing faint ripples that traveled across the large meaty expanses she had for buttcheeks, and then there it was, an incredibly loud, thunderous roar that was accompanied by an enormous hurricane of hot, fermented wind. It may not have been strictly as loud as some of your mom's worst farts last night, but the denser consistency of Ariadne's glutes seemed to make all that noise bounce right off instead of causing rippling waves of fatty booty meat that would eventually die down.
The massive gassy explosion blew by you with untold force, but the sheer weight of Ariadne's cheeks, plus her continuous squatting, managed to hold you in place, which was probably for the worse as it felt like being punched by some Titan's first, an ethereal one in a way, but still... and then, when it finally died down, the smell remained and it was utterly atrocious, in a completely different way from the ones you had to endure so far... yet, weirdly enough, this kind of thick, dense stench was in some way reminiscent of Snickers'.
You shake your head, trying to shake off the ringing that echoed all around the inside of your head. You had never heard a firearm up close in real life, but somehow this felt like it'd be staying near a shotgun amplified several thousand times over. But just then, with hardly any moment of respite, those intimidating gurgling groans were back, growing louder even faster than the last time. You buried your face deeper into your arms and shook your head again, you knew that Ariadne could get nearly as gassy as your mom if she had her protein shakes, which, knowing her, was likely every day, with very few, rare exceptions.
Just like the first time, Ariadne's huge ass erupted with another massive fart that blew past you with untold power, worsening the heat and the stench in her crack while the raging winds made every bone in your little body vibrate so much you felt like you were a living rattle. As if to add salt to the injury, you were then splashed by a truck sized sweat drop that given its reek, definitely came from her crack. Despite being hot, the sweat slightly relieved the burning heat from her tremendous fart, at least until it drained farther down and got absorbed into her cotton leggings.
"We're almost there, just hold on a bit more!" Ariadne said, thinking that you were taking her farts like a champ, having expected you to get more frantic in wanting to get out of her butt. She thought back to the two girls who brought you home and wondered if they had anything to do with your slight change.
She kept doing her squats. For someone as athletic as her, it took hundreds for it to feel like a real workout, and after perhaps 200 or 300, she began to feel the burn in the back of her legs, her muscular glutes being even tougher than those, but they were feeling the workout too, albeit to a lesser degree. After having ripped two big farts even for her own standards, she tried to hold the rest of her gas in, but with every additional squat she did, her strength decreased a little, and with it, her ability to keep holding that large volume of gas at bay.
Things were far from being a picnic for you, after feeling like you had been nearly deafened or blown to smithereens, Ariadne's repeated exercises prompted her sweat to rain down upon you, and while it wasn't the biblical flood that Monique's was, each giant droplet that hit you felt like someone tossed a sack of cement at you. You were thankful that it all drained into her leggings pretty quickly, avoiding the sweaty ocean that gathered in Monique's crack, but you also felt disheartened that such a thing was any consolation at all in this situation.
Just then, you heard much louder gurgles, and could almost even feel as if a stampede hundreds if not thousands of of bus sized buffalo were charging right at you. The sheer force of the vibrations that announced your impending doom were way more than enough to strike fear deep into your heart, you could feel this one was going to be even bigger than the last. With little time to react, all you could do was curl into fetal position as tightly as you could right before a ginormous nuclear blast of a fart erupted right upon you...
With the feeling in her stomach and gut keeping her from getting fully immerse into her workout, she became more aware of her surroundings, and observed the other women in the gym, their ages ranged more than she'd anticipated, as there were girls that were likely in highschool while there were also moms, or ladies that looked like they were, and of course, plenty of college aged girls like herself. Suddenly, a surprisingly loud fart could be heard and she turned to look where it came from; she saw a curvy but not exactly chubby woman laughed loudly while there was a younger one, most likely college aged, standing nearby, cringing at the gassy outburst.
"Mom!" The girl complained as she fanned her nose.
"Sorry dear, it can't really be helped with that yoga class and the boiled eggs your dad made me for breakfast" The lady, who seemed to be Hispanic, giggled half guiltily "Be thankful you didn't take that one at point blank though" she said, wiggling her large butt, most likely one of the main reasons this woman was working out.
"Poor Josué, this wasn't even supposed to be a punishment" The college girl sighed, pinching her nose.
"But it's not a punishment though?" The mom raised an eyebrow "They say gas is kinda good for micros" She added with a smile, lightly slapping her big booty "It's just a little extra challenge to his workout back there"
"I don't think farts as toxic as yours can be any good for micros mom" The college girl rolled her eyes up.
"It wasn't even that bad, your brother's still kicking around" The mom said with a playful pout, then shuddering from some mild pleasure as her son's tiny movements, coming from somewhere in the deep dark abyss that was her humongous crack, gave her some ticklish tingles that she felt even better on her currently hot, sweaty buns "Alright, enough resting, need to make sure we stay in good shape!" The mom said as she began to do some Zumba dancing.
[Minor note: Zumba, pronounced as Soombah, is some sort of fitness dancing that's very popular among women in Latin America, the dancing seems to be a mix of tango, salsa, reggaeton, samba, merengue and other similar tropical-based dancing styles.]
'Wow... at least Blaise doesn't have it that bad' Ariadne thought with a quiet chuckled 'But then again mom loves eating her beans and chili... but on the other hand she hasn't gone to the gym in ages'
'Then again, there's also Dolores, not only she has a much bigger ass, she does go to the gym from time to time... but I guess lil' bro would be alright as long as she doesn't get too gassy' Ariadne thought with an amused giggle before her stomach gave a painful pang and gurgled more loudly. The fact that Ariadne had kept doing her squats while observing that other family didn't help soothe her gut at all.
"Heyyy... lil' bro... I hope you can hear me clear enough back there..." She began to say while doing her squats "Remember when I said you were long overdue for some big sis love?"
Despite the notorious muffling from the countless tons of jiggly fat and dense muscle that engulfed you in the form of Ariadne's titanic asscheeks, you heard it clearly enough when she suddenly spoke to you. The repeated relaxing and clenching cycle indicated that she was still doing her squats though. However, your eyes widened when you heard the last part of what she said, and almost heard the sound of several porcelain plates smashing to thousands of pieces.
Those loud gurgling groans meant absolutely no good, but you had thought that she'd make an effort to hold her gas in, since she didn't want to give you too much of a hard time. You began to shudder in fear as you knew that even at normal size Ariadne's farts were already way huge and pretty toxic smelling if she had consumed any sort of protein supplement.
"Awww... mine can't be worse than mom's or Jordana's though" She said with a fake, playful pout, slightly wiggling her hips. She had felt your trembling and while she knew it was a normal reaction for micros, she wished you didn't view her farts as some sort of cataclysmic disaster, specially since they were one of her preferred forms of showing you affection.
"Not gonna lie... I really need to let them out, and I can't stop my workout until I'm done..." She said "So... just brace yourself or something"
Ariadne could feel her gut vibrate as a disproportionately large group of large gaseous bubbles rushed their way down, she knew she wouldn't have much longer before she had to let all that out, hoping that the few seconds she could buy you were good enough. She wondered if maybe your reaction to her gas had to do with not being biological siblings, since she only ever saw reports about moms and biological sisters in addition to aunts, cousins or a wife and her family being the ones involved.
There wasn't much you could do to brace yourself, Ariadne's humongous cheeks weren't nearly plush enough to provide the kind of shock absorption the jiggly, fatty rears of the likes of Snickers, Monique or even your mom could provide, somehow, you could feel that you'd end up taking more of the brunt of the coming blast than when you were in those asses.
You got into fetal position and tensely waited as the terrifying gurgling groans grew louder and louder, their vibrations causing faint ripples that traveled across the large meaty expanses she had for buttcheeks, and then there it was, an incredibly loud, thunderous roar that was accompanied by an enormous hurricane of hot, fermented wind. It may not have been strictly as loud as some of your mom's worst farts last night, but the denser consistency of Ariadne's glutes seemed to make all that noise bounce right off instead of causing rippling waves of fatty booty meat that would eventually die down.
The massive gassy explosion blew by you with untold force, but the sheer weight of Ariadne's cheeks, plus her continuous squatting, managed to hold you in place, which was probably for the worse as it felt like being punched by some Titan's first, an ethereal one in a way, but still... and then, when it finally died down, the smell remained and it was utterly atrocious, in a completely different way from the ones you had to endure so far... yet, weirdly enough, this kind of thick, dense stench was in some way reminiscent of Snickers'.
You shake your head, trying to shake off the ringing that echoed all around the inside of your head. You had never heard a firearm up close in real life, but somehow this felt like it'd be staying near a shotgun amplified several thousand times over. But just then, with hardly any moment of respite, those intimidating gurgling groans were back, growing louder even faster than the last time. You buried your face deeper into your arms and shook your head again, you knew that Ariadne could get nearly as gassy as your mom if she had her protein shakes, which, knowing her, was likely every day, with very few, rare exceptions.
Just like the first time, Ariadne's huge ass erupted with another massive fart that blew past you with untold power, worsening the heat and the stench in her crack while the raging winds made every bone in your little body vibrate so much you felt like you were a living rattle. As if to add salt to the injury, you were then splashed by a truck sized sweat drop that given its reek, definitely came from her crack. Despite being hot, the sweat slightly relieved the burning heat from her tremendous fart, at least until it drained farther down and got absorbed into her cotton leggings.
"We're almost there, just hold on a bit more!" Ariadne said, thinking that you were taking her farts like a champ, having expected you to get more frantic in wanting to get out of her butt. She thought back to the two girls who brought you home and wondered if they had anything to do with your slight change.
She kept doing her squats. For someone as athletic as her, it took hundreds for it to feel like a real workout, and after perhaps 200 or 300, she began to feel the burn in the back of her legs, her muscular glutes being even tougher than those, but they were feeling the workout too, albeit to a lesser degree. After having ripped two big farts even for her own standards, she tried to hold the rest of her gas in, but with every additional squat she did, her strength decreased a little, and with it, her ability to keep holding that large volume of gas at bay.
Things were far from being a picnic for you, after feeling like you had been nearly deafened or blown to smithereens, Ariadne's repeated exercises prompted her sweat to rain down upon you, and while it wasn't the biblical flood that Monique's was, each giant droplet that hit you felt like someone tossed a sack of cement at you. You were thankful that it all drained into her leggings pretty quickly, avoiding the sweaty ocean that gathered in Monique's crack, but you also felt disheartened that such a thing was any consolation at all in this situation.
Just then, you heard much louder gurgles, and could almost even feel as if a stampede hundreds if not thousands of of bus sized buffalo were charging right at you. The sheer force of the vibrations that announced your impending doom were way more than enough to strike fear deep into your heart, you could feel this one was going to be even bigger than the last. With little time to react, all you could do was curl into fetal position as tightly as you could right before a ginormous nuclear blast of a fart erupted right upon you...
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