There was practically no pause, as soon as Jordana's immense fart died down, the ominous rumbling began anew. But this wasn't really a surprise to you, as you knew very well, more than you'd like to, that Jordana was a lot gassier than her little sister, and perhaps even more so than her mom, though thankfully you'd never witnessed Sheila at her worst, to your knowledge. Everything around you shook with the massive vibrations coming from the depths of her humongous rear.
Much to your chagrin, you could see her building-sized asshole puff out, visibly struggling to contain an even larger fart than the last. Even though you knew it'd be futile, you instinctively covered yourself with your arms just as another blast that could put even the largest nuclear bomb to shame went off right in your face (and in front of your whole body, as you were right before it).
You felt that your skull fluttered like a leaf in the wind, but thousands if not millions of times worse, making you wonder how you didn't get a concussion from taking such an enormous explosion up close, but on that matter, your eardrums also vibrated impossibly intensely, yet they didn't burst, though you may have wished they did just to stop hearing the deafening rumbling roar, which was way larger and louder than any thunder, that Jordana's gassy burst made.
Jordana sighed, that second fart, which kept going for over 2 minutes, brought her some relief. There was really an ungodly amount of gas packed up in her guts, just begging for release. The knowledge that you were right at ground zero for both of her gigantic booty blasts turned her on more than she wanted to admit. She slightly wiggled her hips, feeling your minuscule body trapped right against her sensitive 'backdoor' and engulfed by her plus-sized cheeks.
'Damn, these are rank, even for me...' She thought after catching a whiff of her recent booty explosions' fumes.
'Hmm... I guess I'll have to give him a really good reward for putting up with these' She smiled just as her stomach resumed its rumbling groans.
"N-No! Not again!" You desperately shouted but soon any noises you made were mercilessly drowned out by the incredibly powerful sounds that the immense gas bubbles rushing towards you made, they echoed all around your plush, pillowy surroundings. Before you could do anything, the giant asshole opened up once more...
Without much of a conscious effort on Jordana's part, a giant barrage of room-shaking farts erupted from the depths of her canyon-esque crack, to you, each and every single one of them was a cataclysm in their own right. In a way, it was as if a colossal invisible hand kept ramming into you, delivering titanic punches upon your diminutive form, the force with which her raging winds blew into you was unreal. You were pretty sure that if it weren't for Jordana's own cheeks, also unbelievably large and heavy, you would've sent flying out across the entire room a long time ago.
"I hope you're still alive back there..." Jordana laughed, but she didn't mean to taunt you. She knew the shrinking had made you stronger, but still, she couldn't begin to imagine what it'd be like for someone so tiny to take on some of her worst farts ever right at point blank. Just as nonchalantly as all the others, another trumpeting monster of a fart escaped her rear, the hurricane-sized gust of wind felt quite hot and almost as if it seared her own sensitive crack as it passed through, considerably warming it up and making it perspire a little.
You, on the other hand, got to learn on a very first-hand basis what to be steamed was like, or at least, that's how you'd describe it, engulfed by a colossal torrent of vicious, raging winds which felt as if they were searing you or even roasting you whole. The intense temperature was enough to override the pain the noise from her fart caused, though there was no avoiding the massive vibrations, they kept on blasting through you even if your ears got numb to the insanely powerful noise it made.
'This is too much...' You thought, feeling somewhat dizzy after taking so many huge impacts with no time to even recover. You knew Jordana was gassy, but this was getting ridiculous. Also, you definitely and deeply regretted giving her eggs to eat, you weren't even aware they had any special effect on her since she, like her mom and sister, seemed to be gassy all the time, even on an empty stomach, though of course, there were foods that worsened the situation. But you didn't imagine eggs would happen to be one of those...
The building-sized anus kept on firing gigantic blasts one after another, over and over, like the world's biggest machine gun, with little to not pause in between bursts. You felt like your brain might be half-dead at this point, nearly all senses were numbed to oblivion, unable to handle the overwhelming input they were receiving. You could no longer smell the vile stench, but you still vaguely sensed that it was there, the warm, foggy air engulfed you all around, and while your taste was also mostly shut down, unfortunately you could still taste that the air you breathed was rank. You couldn't hear all of the reverberating booming noises that accompanied each thunderous blast, but you still felt their massive vibrations rush through you, hitting you like colossal, yet ethereal or ghostly fists.
Jordana's belly, which had been quite bloated (hard to notice on her, however, given its pudginess) not only visibly rumbled, but also shrank as she let loose those tremendous farts. It was the most relief she'd felt in a long while. She couldn't even put her finger on why she was gassier today, but then again, it might be one of those random 'bad gas days' she, her sister and mother get from time to time. She rubbed it, easing along some straggling bubbles that didn't get the memo. She bit her bottom lip as her enormous booty 'belched' out yet more room-shaking blasts.
"That felt nice..." She sighed, satisfied as those were the last ones, at least for the time being. Giggling, she grabbed her hefty asscheeks and kneaded them together, slowly rubbing you against her still warm (and almost literally fuming) asshole.
"You still awake? Or did my big bad booty knock you out already?" She teasingly asked, and felt you twitch, but she wasn't entirely sure if that had been a conscious movement or just proof that you were down for the count. She then grabbed the gun and pushed some buttons.
"I thought this was just Zoey being crazy, but now I see why this shit makes sense" She said as she dialed some numbers in the gun.
You weren't sure if you were still alive, or if you had died at some point and had gone to hell, because on one hand, it was really warm all around you, but you were engulfed in something soft, way soft, like softer than pudding, probably. You shook your head, knowing that you were still in that terrible place... After just experiencing the most cursed combination of what those who died at Pompeii felt together with those who took a nuclear blast head-on. A sudden buzzing snapped you out of your existentially distressed stupor, as well as hearing the introductory part to one of your favorite songs, that being Hunting High and Low by Stratovarius.
"The hell?!" You just couldn't believe the sheer silliness of the situation as you pulled your phone out, and upon looking at it, you confirmed that indeed, it was ringing, though it was a call from an unknown number. You raised an eyebrow.
"Literally the worst time to get a random spam call, but whatever..." You sighed as you tapped the button on the touch screen to answer the call.
"Hello?" You said, and your voice made it pretty clear you were thoroughly drained of any semblance of energy or joy.
"Hey there, squirt" None other than Jordana responded. Your eyes widened, you didn't think you could be any more baffled today, and here she was proving you wrong.
"Jordana, what the hell?!" That was the extent of what your brain could do as far as forming a coherent sentence went. You heard her laugh heartily, at your expense afer what you just endured.
"Are you surprised? Zoey gave this thing the ability to call shrunken phones... she said something about them not working correctly all the time at that size, but she hadn't tested it nearly enough to be sure. Still, quite a little neat feature, huh?" She said, and after a brief moment of silence, she deduced you weren't in the best of moods.
"Heyy... I know that was probably a bit much..."
"A bit?!"
"Okay, okay! It was A LOT... but you really helped me feel better..." She said, giggling.
"Feeling you back there made it better in ways I don't think I can explain... but anyway... I guess my point is... I both want to kinda apologize... believe it or not, that wasn't planned, I didn't think I'd get gassy so soon..." She said, and almost seeing your face, she gave a smug smile.
"If I knew I was gonna be blasting like that I would've ripped them in your face when you were normal sized... or at least a few, you know I love doing that" She chuckled.
"But also, I wanna thank you for braving that storm for me. I will reward you for real later..." There it was again, that odd, seductive tone that was closer to Lillian's than her own. It made you shudder. You also found it odd that she apologized for farting, as that was something you were almost certain she had literally never done before. She then spoke again...
Much to your chagrin, you could see her building-sized asshole puff out, visibly struggling to contain an even larger fart than the last. Even though you knew it'd be futile, you instinctively covered yourself with your arms just as another blast that could put even the largest nuclear bomb to shame went off right in your face (and in front of your whole body, as you were right before it).
You felt that your skull fluttered like a leaf in the wind, but thousands if not millions of times worse, making you wonder how you didn't get a concussion from taking such an enormous explosion up close, but on that matter, your eardrums also vibrated impossibly intensely, yet they didn't burst, though you may have wished they did just to stop hearing the deafening rumbling roar, which was way larger and louder than any thunder, that Jordana's gassy burst made.
Jordana sighed, that second fart, which kept going for over 2 minutes, brought her some relief. There was really an ungodly amount of gas packed up in her guts, just begging for release. The knowledge that you were right at ground zero for both of her gigantic booty blasts turned her on more than she wanted to admit. She slightly wiggled her hips, feeling your minuscule body trapped right against her sensitive 'backdoor' and engulfed by her plus-sized cheeks.
'Damn, these are rank, even for me...' She thought after catching a whiff of her recent booty explosions' fumes.
'Hmm... I guess I'll have to give him a really good reward for putting up with these' She smiled just as her stomach resumed its rumbling groans.
"N-No! Not again!" You desperately shouted but soon any noises you made were mercilessly drowned out by the incredibly powerful sounds that the immense gas bubbles rushing towards you made, they echoed all around your plush, pillowy surroundings. Before you could do anything, the giant asshole opened up once more...
Without much of a conscious effort on Jordana's part, a giant barrage of room-shaking farts erupted from the depths of her canyon-esque crack, to you, each and every single one of them was a cataclysm in their own right. In a way, it was as if a colossal invisible hand kept ramming into you, delivering titanic punches upon your diminutive form, the force with which her raging winds blew into you was unreal. You were pretty sure that if it weren't for Jordana's own cheeks, also unbelievably large and heavy, you would've sent flying out across the entire room a long time ago.
"I hope you're still alive back there..." Jordana laughed, but she didn't mean to taunt you. She knew the shrinking had made you stronger, but still, she couldn't begin to imagine what it'd be like for someone so tiny to take on some of her worst farts ever right at point blank. Just as nonchalantly as all the others, another trumpeting monster of a fart escaped her rear, the hurricane-sized gust of wind felt quite hot and almost as if it seared her own sensitive crack as it passed through, considerably warming it up and making it perspire a little.
You, on the other hand, got to learn on a very first-hand basis what to be steamed was like, or at least, that's how you'd describe it, engulfed by a colossal torrent of vicious, raging winds which felt as if they were searing you or even roasting you whole. The intense temperature was enough to override the pain the noise from her fart caused, though there was no avoiding the massive vibrations, they kept on blasting through you even if your ears got numb to the insanely powerful noise it made.
'This is too much...' You thought, feeling somewhat dizzy after taking so many huge impacts with no time to even recover. You knew Jordana was gassy, but this was getting ridiculous. Also, you definitely and deeply regretted giving her eggs to eat, you weren't even aware they had any special effect on her since she, like her mom and sister, seemed to be gassy all the time, even on an empty stomach, though of course, there were foods that worsened the situation. But you didn't imagine eggs would happen to be one of those...
The building-sized anus kept on firing gigantic blasts one after another, over and over, like the world's biggest machine gun, with little to not pause in between bursts. You felt like your brain might be half-dead at this point, nearly all senses were numbed to oblivion, unable to handle the overwhelming input they were receiving. You could no longer smell the vile stench, but you still vaguely sensed that it was there, the warm, foggy air engulfed you all around, and while your taste was also mostly shut down, unfortunately you could still taste that the air you breathed was rank. You couldn't hear all of the reverberating booming noises that accompanied each thunderous blast, but you still felt their massive vibrations rush through you, hitting you like colossal, yet ethereal or ghostly fists.
Jordana's belly, which had been quite bloated (hard to notice on her, however, given its pudginess) not only visibly rumbled, but also shrank as she let loose those tremendous farts. It was the most relief she'd felt in a long while. She couldn't even put her finger on why she was gassier today, but then again, it might be one of those random 'bad gas days' she, her sister and mother get from time to time. She rubbed it, easing along some straggling bubbles that didn't get the memo. She bit her bottom lip as her enormous booty 'belched' out yet more room-shaking blasts.
"That felt nice..." She sighed, satisfied as those were the last ones, at least for the time being. Giggling, she grabbed her hefty asscheeks and kneaded them together, slowly rubbing you against her still warm (and almost literally fuming) asshole.
"You still awake? Or did my big bad booty knock you out already?" She teasingly asked, and felt you twitch, but she wasn't entirely sure if that had been a conscious movement or just proof that you were down for the count. She then grabbed the gun and pushed some buttons.
"I thought this was just Zoey being crazy, but now I see why this shit makes sense" She said as she dialed some numbers in the gun.
You weren't sure if you were still alive, or if you had died at some point and had gone to hell, because on one hand, it was really warm all around you, but you were engulfed in something soft, way soft, like softer than pudding, probably. You shook your head, knowing that you were still in that terrible place... After just experiencing the most cursed combination of what those who died at Pompeii felt together with those who took a nuclear blast head-on. A sudden buzzing snapped you out of your existentially distressed stupor, as well as hearing the introductory part to one of your favorite songs, that being Hunting High and Low by Stratovarius.
"The hell?!" You just couldn't believe the sheer silliness of the situation as you pulled your phone out, and upon looking at it, you confirmed that indeed, it was ringing, though it was a call from an unknown number. You raised an eyebrow.
"Literally the worst time to get a random spam call, but whatever..." You sighed as you tapped the button on the touch screen to answer the call.
"Hello?" You said, and your voice made it pretty clear you were thoroughly drained of any semblance of energy or joy.
"Hey there, squirt" None other than Jordana responded. Your eyes widened, you didn't think you could be any more baffled today, and here she was proving you wrong.
"Jordana, what the hell?!" That was the extent of what your brain could do as far as forming a coherent sentence went. You heard her laugh heartily, at your expense afer what you just endured.
"Are you surprised? Zoey gave this thing the ability to call shrunken phones... she said something about them not working correctly all the time at that size, but she hadn't tested it nearly enough to be sure. Still, quite a little neat feature, huh?" She said, and after a brief moment of silence, she deduced you weren't in the best of moods.
"Heyy... I know that was probably a bit much..."
"A bit?!"
"Okay, okay! It was A LOT... but you really helped me feel better..." She said, giggling.
"Feeling you back there made it better in ways I don't think I can explain... but anyway... I guess my point is... I both want to kinda apologize... believe it or not, that wasn't planned, I didn't think I'd get gassy so soon..." She said, and almost seeing your face, she gave a smug smile.
"If I knew I was gonna be blasting like that I would've ripped them in your face when you were normal sized... or at least a few, you know I love doing that" She chuckled.
"But also, I wanna thank you for braving that storm for me. I will reward you for real later..." There it was again, that odd, seductive tone that was closer to Lillian's than her own. It made you shudder. You also found it odd that she apologized for farting, as that was something you were almost certain she had literally never done before. She then spoke again...
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May 12, 2023
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