Your limbs had gotten themselves entangled with the threads that made up Jordana's thong, so you couldn't even easily free yourself from it, forced to endure the uncomfortable warmth that it radiated along with the reek of what must've been a truly massive barrage of gigantic farts. You briefly wondered how you managed to sleep to such a cataclysmic event, but then again, surviving just 2 of those had nearly completely drained your strength. You shuddered when you thought about what might have happened had Jordana not rescued you from there...

Watching from afar, Isha was pleasantly surprised to see Jordana putting you in her big ass a second time, she thought that after those huge farts and with how she behaved, she'd take it easier on you. She giggled and kept watching, enjoying the unwitting show more and more, all while her cousin kept herself busy making sure to thoroughly squash any unattended micros she could get her hands on.

Jordana smiled when she felt her thong get wedged deep into her crack, just how she liked it, but it was much better when there was something extra in there. She realized she was rougher than expected but it worked out well in the end, however, she's not feeling you. Raising an eyebrow, she clenched her cheeks.

Without any warning or provocation, you were given a gratuitous reminder of just how much bigger and heavier Jordana's humongous ass is, even compared to one as dense as Ariadne's or even frickin huge ones like your mom's or Daisy's. You were suddenly completely engulfed between these 2 pale, gelatinous masses bearing an unbelievable weight, pressing you in between them and engulfing you into their sheer, squishy enormity.

That first clench gave inconclusive results, which once again threw Jordana off, as she was confident that she could feel you anywhere in her ass despite its very large surface area. She tried clenching again, same result... 'Okay, the hell's happening now? There's no way he disappeared when I dropped him back there' She thought, briefly questioning her own sanity because this made so little sense to her.

The enormous pressure eased up on you, but only for a few seconds, as you were once more engulfed between these titanic fatty globes with a powerful booming clap. Although nowhere near as overwhelmingly powerful as the thundering roar of her farts had been, that noise was still powerful enough for you to feel it vibrate your entire skeleton as it passed through your body.

'Is this her definition of taking it easy?!' You thought. At this point, you knew that if Jordana wanted you in her ass, there was no power in this world that would prevent it, but you were hoping that she really held back on the giant farts and squishing. Then again, this might not be entirely intentional, in some ways Jordana never seemed to be fully aware of the true extent of her strength, nor the sheer size and weight of her ass. These thoughts brought a memory back...

Back when you were about 10, life was so much simpler, 5th grade school was annoying, yes, but there were plenty of other things in your life that made up for it, like your friends. Looking back, this might have been the point at which your lifelong friendship with Lillian was at its zenith since your friends group only consisted of her, Zuemy, Jim and Pete with Cindy as a recent addition. Despite all her quirky antics, you were feeling some degree of attraction towards Lillian, to the point that when a former friend of yours, Valentina, tried asking you out, you weren't able to accept in good faith, knowing that you had unresolved feelings for her.

Being affectionate in her own ways, and doing almost the same exact things she'd done since way back in kindergarten, Lillian had no issue cuddling with you when taking a nap, specially on hot days when there were no classes for a given hour due to the teacher not showing up or being busy elsewhere. But sometimes her ways of cuddling could be a bit much, as she'd sometimes sit on your chest while you laid on the floor, teasing you about something silly like squashing you flat with her big butt like in cartoons. Her weight was already great, as she'd always been heavier than yourself, but you could withstand it, if only barely.

Having observed many of these interactions while at your house or hers, Jordana craved to have some of that herself, nevermind that she was much taller and heavier than her sister. And thus, one peaceful afternoon that you were napping away on the sofa in Lillian's house's living room while she went to take a shower, you got rudely woken up by a truly immense weight pressing down on your chest... actually, not just just chest, but your abdomen too, for the ass sitting atop you was simply that much larger than Lillian's.

"Heya, squirt!" Jordana greeted you nonchalantly while playfully wiggling her hips. She might have been only 14 at the time, but she was most likely about as tall and heavy as Lillian would be 8 years later.

"J...Jordana... get... off!" You weakly tried to speak, but the air in your lungs had been squeezed out like toohpaste out of its tube. She giggled at your reply and bounced her massive booty upon your chest.

"Didn't your mom teach you the magic words, huh? I thought you were a good boy" She said with a teasing smirk, giggling as she caressed your reddening face. Desperate to stop having her enormous weight on top of you, you tried to utter the word 'please' to no avail, as your lungs didn't even hold enough air for you to speak, and you could only breathe in a pitiful amount in, barely enough to keep you conscious.

"Wow. I wonder what Auntie Miriam would think when I tell her her baby boy was so rude to me" Jordana chuckled as she bounced on top of you some more, slightly scooting to the side, feeling her immense, fatty cheek pressing down on your neck. You tried to call out to her, but like the previous time it was a futile effort.

In the end, you were saved when Lillian came back from her shower and saw her behemoth of a big sister sitting on top of her best friend, with her humongous ass easily covering the upper part of his body. Your memories became a hazy blur at that point, but you remembered that a pretty intense argument/fight ensued between the two chubby siblings...

Thinking back to reality, you shuddered, wondering if the Blaise of this world had an equivalent memory of that, and how much worse would've been when he/you were only the size of a mere grain of sand, dealing with these tall girls with their gargantuan dumptruck behinds.

Jordana clenched her titanic derriere a few more times and felt something slightly off with her thong. Without thinking much of it, she nonchalantly reached down and flossed the tortured strip of fabric up and down her crack, trying to feel it more clearly. She giggled when she finally detected your presence, embedded into the back of her thong. But now that she'd felt you, she was sure it was you.

"Oh, so that's where you went" She chuckled, letting her thong snap back into place again "You know, before, I would've thought you'd try to get away from that thong after I farted so much on it, but now I understand"

"H-Huh?!" Your eyes widened, you did not like her wording, her tone, nor where this seemed to be heading.

"You can try to lie and pretend, squirt, but your body will always tell the truth" She giggled. You grew even more nervous because this time you didn't even know where the hell this was coming from.
"Still, I didn't think you'd be so obvious" She shrugged "You're really enjoying the back of my thong, huh"

'Okay, where in goddamned Dante's 9 hells did we take the wrong turn?! I thought she knew I barely survived her farts! Why would I enjoy her fart-soaked thong?!' You thought in exasperation, knowing that if you voiced any of this, Jordana wouldn't be able to hear you through all these countless millions or billions of metric tons worth of fatty booty flesh engulfing you and that if you opened your mouth, you'd just get a mouthful of it yourself.

"Relax, squirt. I can feel you tensing up already" She chuckled, playfully giving her huge cheeks a light clench to get a full feeling of your tiny form enveloped by her overbearing blubber "I'm actually flattered... In fact, now that I know this, I can make it much more enjoyable for you when we get to spend time together" She said with a slight blush.

"That thong is too small, it makes my ass look hot, I know but it can barely hold a scent. If I put on some actual panties and grab some Salsa Shack in advance, I promise you I can get you a much better result" She grinned. At this point, you froze, and your skin had gone as pale as hers from the blood getting drained away from your skin in sheer terror.
"Don't worry though. I think we still need to work out a lot on your resistance to taking my farts directly, I know they can get really big, but I really appreciate that you can at least enjoy the aftermath" She chuckled and gave one of her ginormous cheeks a playful pat, whose rippling vibrations you felt.

"You can relax in there, no more farts for now" Jordana then said "But I'd really like you to get out of my thong and actually explore, come on! You have the real thing right there!" She said almost as if pouting "I mean, I guess you can take your time... when you're done huffing my thong I'd like you to try going deeper in between these"

And to add further emphasis, she pressed her extra thicc buns together and lightly kneaded them, rubbing her puny thong between them, and you along with it. She then resumed her leisurely walk, hoping that the bouncing sway of her titanic hips could tempt you into going spelunking farther into the depths of her canyon-esque crack...