Jordana herself was caught off guard when that stray sweat drop splashed down on the perfect spot on her strained anus to cause enough ticklish irritation to overwhelm her system. She didn't even think about it, it just happened, like someone letting go of something from sheer exhaustion, her gut gave up on her and her enormous ass exploded with a truly gigantic fart, even for her own standards.
In an instant, the thong that was wedged so deep in her crack puffed out as the sheer gale winds from her massive fart blew into it with furious force, smoothing it out and making it bulge out although not visibly to anyone, as even with all that "wind" blowing upon it, the tiny garment was still hopelessly buried between Jordana's XXXL sized asscheeks, which rumbled mightily to the violent roar of that methane monstrosity she expelled with such haste.
Many times in the past, back in your own universe, you had referred to the noise Lillian made as either it being like a bomb going off or like a revving engine. For a normal sized person, the noise that Jordana was making right now would've been a combination of the two, a booming revving engine, an extremely loud, bassy trumpeting roar whose vibrations lightly shook the floor of the gym itself.
Jordana's eyes widened in panic. She knew her farts could get really bad even for normal sized people's standards, but she had been confident that as long as you didn't tickle her back there, she could continue holding in the massive amounts of gas building up in her gut. She even knew that the other main reason you feared her besides the sheer size of her ass was precisely that her farts were so much more powerful than Lillian's or even Sheila's, which already dwarfed her youngest daughter's by a good margin.
As much as she loved to mess with you, she didn't mean to blast such an enormous fart upon you, at least not until she'd made sure you built up enough tolerance to her already massive usual releases. She even felt you flying right off the wrinkle in her asshole where you'd gotten lodged and was pretty sure that you got blasted right into the back of her thong, where you continued to receive the brunt of her huge fart.
'I fucked up big time' She thought while her body simply would refuse to respond to her command until enough pressure had been relieved. She wanted to believe you were tough enough to handle even such potent gas unharmed but thought it was naively optimistic, and could only hope that the damage wasn't too severe. She was sure your big sister Ariadne would get pissed as hell at her though and didn't want to fully picture the lectures she'd give her.
"Wow. Whoever ripped that one might have broken a world record" Jordana heard some woman say in the distance. Normally she'd feel proud but right now, it just added to her consternation.
'Dammit, it wasn't even his fault' She thought, and after over roughly a minute and half, her massive fart died down. Just as she began to bring her hand towards the back of her leggings, her immense ass exploded with yet another outrageously large bout of gas, much to her own chagrin. Unable to stop the ongoing blast, the best she could do was to head back to the bathroom so she could get you out and if you weren't knocked out, you could take a very well deserved shower in the tiny facilities for micros.
This second fart was noticeably louder than the previous one, to the point that Jordana herself could clearly feel her enormous cheeks clapping to her furiously roaring wind. She couldn't help but worry that you might even go deaf from that one but decided to shake the thought of and simply get back to the bathroom, a presumably safe space where she could easily find you should you get sent flying, because that was definitely a thing that occurred many, many times in the past.
Meanwhile, back in the cataclysmic zone that was the back of her thong, Jordana's monstrous fart pummeled you mercilessly against the taut fabric of said thong while making your entire being vibrate unlike with any other time you'd been farted on so far. The back of Jordana's thong was a massive wall to you, and the way it rippled to the tune of her gut's wrath was surreal, gigantic tsunami-like waves of fabric bounced and jostled you only for the massive noxious hurricane to push you right back into it.
After what felt like an eternity, the monstrous typhoon subsided, leaving you dizzy and disoriented but still vaguely aware of your location, thus, you clung to the thong's threads with what strength you had left, you didn't want to face taking another of those gigantic blasts at point blank, but in the end, this didn't matter much as soon another titanic fart erupted and this one had an even louder thunderous roar, further amplified by the booming claps of her larger-than-planetary asscheeks. For a moment, you had wondered if you had done deaf after everything had gone quiet but this served as an awful reminder that your hearing was, in fact, very much intact.
You clutched your head in pain as you could practically feel your own brain bouncing inside your skull, that's how terrible were these gargantuan vibrations. Not even a rocket launch would produce this much noise. The fiery hot winds heated your surroundings up, making them feel like a sauna, just barely below the point where they'd be scorching and your sense of smell was relentlessly assaulted by the rancid stench of fermented beans, meat and a hint of spice. Even if this was somewhat familiar to you from previous experience, it had been kicked up to a level unlike anything you'd suffered through before. All you could wonder was just how many more of these insanely huge blasts you'd endure before Jordana deemed that you've had enough. This second blast felt just as eternal as the first and you mostly lost your notion of time.
Jordana entered the bathroom and went towards the sink, noting that her crack felt really hot from those two supercharged farts. She made a mental note not to hold in her gas for that long every again, then she reached down into her crack, feeling around the back of her thong. Soon, she felt your diminutive form get lodged in between the ridges from her fingerprint and smiled, rapidly taking that finger and you out of that smoldering warzone.
You felt like you were hanging by a thread, but you managed to feel relief as the cold air from the AC rushed towards you, soothing you from the heat from Jordana's huge farts. Your vision felt kinda blurry, but you recognized Jordana's pale face and her pretty dark green eyes looking at you intently, though you couldn't discern what exact kind of look she had on her face. Still, almost everything was overridden by the relief from having been rescued on time, if only barely.
"Thank... you..." That was all you could say before your strength finally ran out, having endured far more than the vast majority of micros would've been able to, and without any lasting harm fortunately.
Jordana raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by your reaction 'This guy...' She thought 'I think I nearly killed him with those farts, and yet he's thanking me' She tried to keep a stern look but failed after a couple of minutes, laughing in an almost uncharacteristically cute manner. It didn't take long for it to fully click in her head and her look softened.
'I know, I get it. He's glad I rescued him. But still, I'm pretty sure anyone else would've used the last of their strength to curse me out before getting knocked out cold. Talk about not holding grudges'
Jordana raised you closer to her eyes to get a better look at you and to make sure you weren't injured, plus the air most likely felt cooler. She examined you carefully and saw that most of your skin looked reddish, most likely from the intense heat from her gas, a realization that made her blush.
'Is my gas that hot? I thought Chahna was exaggerating about those stories about micros burned by her family's spicy curry farts. Hmm, maybe I should cut down on the chili, as tasty as it is' She thought and kept inspecting you 'I can't see any actual injury and there's no way to tell if his hearing is intact until he wakes up' She then thought and was about to put you on her boob when something caught her attention.
Jordana blushed again when she saw that while you were knocked unconscious, a certain part of you was still standing, though it didn't occur to her that it might have been simply an unintended effect of the intense adrenaline spikes you had while enduring the booming apocalyptic eruptions that she called farts. She drew very different conclusions, and a fire was instantly stoked down in her loins.
"I knew it!" She whispered, her eyes widened and she gasped in surprise, breaking out into a series of giggling fits. She definitely had a lot of stuff to talk and tease you about when you woke up. Her pride also swelled, after both Miriam and Ariadne had repeatedly implied that her ass was far too big and her farts too potent for you, for once she finally had proof to the contrary. Furthermore, she might have finally one upper her little sister, though she wasn't so sure about that one, it was merely a hunch at best, then again, she had her "older girl appeal" that Lillian certainly lacked. Maybe if she played her cards right...
She couldn't help but feel giddy, she couldn't wait for you to wake up. Looking at you again, and specially at the conspicuous pitching tent on your groin, she thought about the possibilities, she could give you quite the surprise for when you woke up but she couldn't settle on any single choice, all of them were good for various reasons.
On the other hand, if she took it easy on you for the time being, she might score even more points with you and that was a factor worth considering. She really hoped that you wouldn't hold a grudge after you woke up, having a pretty good feeling that you wouldn't.
With that, she ultimately had to reach a decision on what to do with your unconscious body...
In an instant, the thong that was wedged so deep in her crack puffed out as the sheer gale winds from her massive fart blew into it with furious force, smoothing it out and making it bulge out although not visibly to anyone, as even with all that "wind" blowing upon it, the tiny garment was still hopelessly buried between Jordana's XXXL sized asscheeks, which rumbled mightily to the violent roar of that methane monstrosity she expelled with such haste.
Many times in the past, back in your own universe, you had referred to the noise Lillian made as either it being like a bomb going off or like a revving engine. For a normal sized person, the noise that Jordana was making right now would've been a combination of the two, a booming revving engine, an extremely loud, bassy trumpeting roar whose vibrations lightly shook the floor of the gym itself.
Jordana's eyes widened in panic. She knew her farts could get really bad even for normal sized people's standards, but she had been confident that as long as you didn't tickle her back there, she could continue holding in the massive amounts of gas building up in her gut. She even knew that the other main reason you feared her besides the sheer size of her ass was precisely that her farts were so much more powerful than Lillian's or even Sheila's, which already dwarfed her youngest daughter's by a good margin.
As much as she loved to mess with you, she didn't mean to blast such an enormous fart upon you, at least not until she'd made sure you built up enough tolerance to her already massive usual releases. She even felt you flying right off the wrinkle in her asshole where you'd gotten lodged and was pretty sure that you got blasted right into the back of her thong, where you continued to receive the brunt of her huge fart.
'I fucked up big time' She thought while her body simply would refuse to respond to her command until enough pressure had been relieved. She wanted to believe you were tough enough to handle even such potent gas unharmed but thought it was naively optimistic, and could only hope that the damage wasn't too severe. She was sure your big sister Ariadne would get pissed as hell at her though and didn't want to fully picture the lectures she'd give her.
"Wow. Whoever ripped that one might have broken a world record" Jordana heard some woman say in the distance. Normally she'd feel proud but right now, it just added to her consternation.
'Dammit, it wasn't even his fault' She thought, and after over roughly a minute and half, her massive fart died down. Just as she began to bring her hand towards the back of her leggings, her immense ass exploded with yet another outrageously large bout of gas, much to her own chagrin. Unable to stop the ongoing blast, the best she could do was to head back to the bathroom so she could get you out and if you weren't knocked out, you could take a very well deserved shower in the tiny facilities for micros.
This second fart was noticeably louder than the previous one, to the point that Jordana herself could clearly feel her enormous cheeks clapping to her furiously roaring wind. She couldn't help but worry that you might even go deaf from that one but decided to shake the thought of and simply get back to the bathroom, a presumably safe space where she could easily find you should you get sent flying, because that was definitely a thing that occurred many, many times in the past.
Meanwhile, back in the cataclysmic zone that was the back of her thong, Jordana's monstrous fart pummeled you mercilessly against the taut fabric of said thong while making your entire being vibrate unlike with any other time you'd been farted on so far. The back of Jordana's thong was a massive wall to you, and the way it rippled to the tune of her gut's wrath was surreal, gigantic tsunami-like waves of fabric bounced and jostled you only for the massive noxious hurricane to push you right back into it.
After what felt like an eternity, the monstrous typhoon subsided, leaving you dizzy and disoriented but still vaguely aware of your location, thus, you clung to the thong's threads with what strength you had left, you didn't want to face taking another of those gigantic blasts at point blank, but in the end, this didn't matter much as soon another titanic fart erupted and this one had an even louder thunderous roar, further amplified by the booming claps of her larger-than-planetary asscheeks. For a moment, you had wondered if you had done deaf after everything had gone quiet but this served as an awful reminder that your hearing was, in fact, very much intact.
You clutched your head in pain as you could practically feel your own brain bouncing inside your skull, that's how terrible were these gargantuan vibrations. Not even a rocket launch would produce this much noise. The fiery hot winds heated your surroundings up, making them feel like a sauna, just barely below the point where they'd be scorching and your sense of smell was relentlessly assaulted by the rancid stench of fermented beans, meat and a hint of spice. Even if this was somewhat familiar to you from previous experience, it had been kicked up to a level unlike anything you'd suffered through before. All you could wonder was just how many more of these insanely huge blasts you'd endure before Jordana deemed that you've had enough. This second blast felt just as eternal as the first and you mostly lost your notion of time.
Jordana entered the bathroom and went towards the sink, noting that her crack felt really hot from those two supercharged farts. She made a mental note not to hold in her gas for that long every again, then she reached down into her crack, feeling around the back of her thong. Soon, she felt your diminutive form get lodged in between the ridges from her fingerprint and smiled, rapidly taking that finger and you out of that smoldering warzone.
You felt like you were hanging by a thread, but you managed to feel relief as the cold air from the AC rushed towards you, soothing you from the heat from Jordana's huge farts. Your vision felt kinda blurry, but you recognized Jordana's pale face and her pretty dark green eyes looking at you intently, though you couldn't discern what exact kind of look she had on her face. Still, almost everything was overridden by the relief from having been rescued on time, if only barely.
"Thank... you..." That was all you could say before your strength finally ran out, having endured far more than the vast majority of micros would've been able to, and without any lasting harm fortunately.
Jordana raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by your reaction 'This guy...' She thought 'I think I nearly killed him with those farts, and yet he's thanking me' She tried to keep a stern look but failed after a couple of minutes, laughing in an almost uncharacteristically cute manner. It didn't take long for it to fully click in her head and her look softened.
'I know, I get it. He's glad I rescued him. But still, I'm pretty sure anyone else would've used the last of their strength to curse me out before getting knocked out cold. Talk about not holding grudges'
Jordana raised you closer to her eyes to get a better look at you and to make sure you weren't injured, plus the air most likely felt cooler. She examined you carefully and saw that most of your skin looked reddish, most likely from the intense heat from her gas, a realization that made her blush.
'Is my gas that hot? I thought Chahna was exaggerating about those stories about micros burned by her family's spicy curry farts. Hmm, maybe I should cut down on the chili, as tasty as it is' She thought and kept inspecting you 'I can't see any actual injury and there's no way to tell if his hearing is intact until he wakes up' She then thought and was about to put you on her boob when something caught her attention.
Jordana blushed again when she saw that while you were knocked unconscious, a certain part of you was still standing, though it didn't occur to her that it might have been simply an unintended effect of the intense adrenaline spikes you had while enduring the booming apocalyptic eruptions that she called farts. She drew very different conclusions, and a fire was instantly stoked down in her loins.
"I knew it!" She whispered, her eyes widened and she gasped in surprise, breaking out into a series of giggling fits. She definitely had a lot of stuff to talk and tease you about when you woke up. Her pride also swelled, after both Miriam and Ariadne had repeatedly implied that her ass was far too big and her farts too potent for you, for once she finally had proof to the contrary. Furthermore, she might have finally one upper her little sister, though she wasn't so sure about that one, it was merely a hunch at best, then again, she had her "older girl appeal" that Lillian certainly lacked. Maybe if she played her cards right...
She couldn't help but feel giddy, she couldn't wait for you to wake up. Looking at you again, and specially at the conspicuous pitching tent on your groin, she thought about the possibilities, she could give you quite the surprise for when you woke up but she couldn't settle on any single choice, all of them were good for various reasons.
On the other hand, if she took it easy on you for the time being, she might score even more points with you and that was a factor worth considering. She really hoped that you wouldn't hold a grudge after you woke up, having a pretty good feeling that you wouldn't.
With that, she ultimately had to reach a decision on what to do with your unconscious body...
RandomAnon
381 views
·
May 12, 2023
Sign in to comment