starting the test off with a "yang" Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 8 by momobutt

As the count reached zero, the ground gave way, and the students fell into the abyss. You find yourself tumbling down, the wind rushing past you, until you land with a thud in a room then see an massive ass come down right on top of you, smothering you with her ass. The pressure on your body is intense, and you're immediately hit with stink of an unwashed ass that could make even the bravest soul weep. "Oh looks like someone is getting acquainted with my "buns"

You struggle to breathe under Yang's weight, her cheeks pressing into your face. You push against her, trying to get air, when suddenly her stomach starts to rumble like thunder before a storm. She laughs and says, I guess I shouldn't have not eaten that last burrito," and you realize with horror that she's about to fart. You brace yourself for the worst, but before you can protest, she relaxes and a hot, spicy fart blasts out from under her, enveloping you in a cloud of gas that smells like a burrito explosion. You gag and try to push away, but she holds you tight, the sound echoing through the room like a dragon's roar.

"Whew, that one had some power!" Yang giggles, grinding her ass back and forth as if trying to squeeze out every last bit of air from her bowels. She seems to be enjoying your discomfort, a wicked glint in her eye as she looks down at you, smiling.

You cough and gag, your eyes watering from the potent stench. "Could you... could you get off me, please?" you manage to croak out between gasps for air. Her stomach rumbles as it's clear that she's not gets off intel she finishes her business. You feel a sudden warmth and wetness spreading around your face, " na I think will talk like this my mom told me this is the best way to get to know your team" Yang says with a playful smile that doesn't quite match the horror you're currently experiencing.

You can feel her butt cheeks moving against your face as she continues to release her foul burden. "So, what's your name?" she asks, as if this isn't the most mortifying situation you've ever been in. "I'm... I'm..." you struggle to reply, your voice muffled by her plump butt.

"I can't quite make it out," Yang says, leaning in closer. You manage to push yourself up slightly, taking in a much-needed breath. "I'm... I'm..." and then you remember, "Blaise !" you squeak out.

Her smile widens. "Ah, Blaise! That's a cool name. You're going to love it here at Beacon," Yang says, her voice muffled by the layers of fabric between you. You feel her farts getting softer, smaller, and less frequent, until she finally stops. "Alright, I think that's enough for now," she says, standing up and dusting herself off. "But don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other better," she adds with a wink, "hey aren't you going to give me your name?"

You stand up, your face red with embarrassment, and wipe the sweat from your brow. "Y-Yang, right?" you stutter out, trying to play it cool despite the stench that clings to you like a toxic fog. Yang nods, her smile never leaving her face. "The one and only," she says, extending a hand to help you up. You take it gratefully, her grip surprisingly firm for someone so... gassy.

You look around the room and spot a door with a scroll attached to it. " hello Mrs. Xiao Long and Mr. Vázquez," Goodwitch's voice sounds over the intercom, "Your mission is quite straightforward. For this door to open, Yang must fart with all her might. However, she will need assistance in reaching the necessary... capacity."

With a knowing look, Yang nods and says, "Alright, I've got this," and she winks at you before turning to the camera. Goodwitch nods and a compartment in the wall slides open, revealing a tray of spicy food. You watch in astonishment as Yang devours the food, her face not even flinching at the heat. when she was done her stomach sounded like a dragon roar.

As you stand there, trying to process what just happened, Yang's stomach starts to growl, and she looks over at you with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Looks like I'm going to need some... help," she says, patting her now distended stomach. You realize with a sinking feeling what she expects you to do. Y-yang?" you ask nervously.

"Don't worry," she says, grinning, "I'm sure you'll be fine." She pats your back reassuringly, sending waves of pressure against your chest as her butt cheeks wobble with the movement. You gulp, glancing at the scroll on the door and back at Yang's smug expression. There's no way you can refuse a headmistress' order, especially if I want to pass.

"Lets do this," you said, trying to hide your trepidation. Yang took a deep breath and leaned down, her massive butt hovering over you like a storm cloud. You closed your eyes and hoped for the best, but as soon as she sat down, the sound of thunder filled the room and you were hit with a wall of hot, spicy gas that smelled like a burrito apocalypse. Your eyes watered and your nose burned as she farted up a storm, the room shaking with the force of each release.

"Blasie I hope you liked the warm up" she said while clenching her ass down on you as another round of explosive farts echoed through the room, the pressure and heat was immense, and you felt like you were being cooked alive under her. She leaned back and let out a sigh of relief as the storm subsided.

"Whew, the first wave is done," Yang exclaimed, her face glowing with satisfaction. You, however, were not as thrilled. You took a deep breath through your nose and immediately regretted it as the stench of her gas filled your lungs, making you cough and choke.

"You okay down there?" she asked with a smirk, her voice muffled by the layers of fabric that separated you from the full brunt of her farts. You nodded weakly, not trusting your voice to speak coherently. "Good," she said, "because we're just getting started."

With that, she leaned back down, her butt smacking against you with a sound that was both wet and unpleasant. You screamed into the abyss of her stinky abyss, the sound echoing around the room like a muffled cry for help. Yang chuckled and patted your head. "Don't worry, buddy," she said, "We're going to be here for a while. Just think of it as bonding time."

The smell grew stronger, and you felt the pressure build in your own stomach. You couldn't believe you were actually stuck here with Yang, who seemed to be enjoying this way more than she should. Her stomach gurgled, a symphony of gas building up inside her like a volcano about to erupt. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, bracing for the next wave.

"Why did you come to Beacon" I asked "So," Yang began, her voice slightly muffled by the thick layers of fabric, "why did I come to Beacon? Well, it's not just for the thrill of fighting monsters and saving the world," she said with a chuckle. "I came here because I wanted to prove myself. I wanted to be the best, not just for myself, but for Ruby." She paused, and you could feel the warmth of her gas surrounding you like a blanket of despair. "My sister, she's pretty amazing, and I don't want anything bad happening to her. So I figured if I got stronger, I could keep her out of trouble."

Her stomach rumbled again, a deep, ominous sound that made you swallow hard. "And I guess I head my mom works here so I can ask why she left us years ago," she added, her tone slightly solemn. You felt a strange mix of pity and admiration for Yang, who seemed to be carrying a heavy burden along with her powerful farts.

As she talked, you couldn't help but feel the heat and pressure building beneath her. "But let's not get too serious," she said, slapping her thigh with a loud smack that echoed through the room, making you jump. "We're here to kick some grimm butt and maybe learn a thing or two about farts along the way." She winked at you, and you couldn't help but chuckle despite the dire situation.

Her stomach rumbled again, and she looked down at you with a smirk. "Ready for an other round ?" she asked. You nodded, trying to brace yourself, but knowing full well there was no way to truly prepare for what was about to happen. She took a deep breath, and you felt her muscles tense. The room grew hotter as she pushed down with all her might, and your ears began to ring with the anticipation.

"Why did you come to Beacon?" Yang asked, her voice strained as she held in her gas. You took a moment to think, trying to form coherent words through the pain. "I...I" crap I can't say it's cause I got transported here what do I say?

"I heard most hunters are female here," you replied, trying to play it cool, "and that you all have... giant asses." The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you felt your cheeks heat up. Yang looked surprised, then burst into laughter, her entire body shaking with mirth.

"Giant asses, huh?" she said, slapping her own butt cheek. It sounded like a drum and made you jump. "Well, I guess that's true. But it's not just for show, you know. We all have our own... special talents." She winked at you, and you could see the hint of something in her eye that told you she wasn't just talking about fighting skills.

Yang leaned down, . "Now hold on tight," she warned, and you felt a final, massive buildup of pressure before she unleashed one final, colossal fart. The sound was deafening, and the smell was like a bomb went off in a burrito factory. You felt the room shake around you, and when the dust cleared, you saw that the scroll was now glowing, and the door was slowly opening.

With a triumphant grin, Yang stood up, releasing you from her smothering embrace. You stumbled out, gasping for air, and she clapped you on the back, sending you into a coughing fit. "Great job, buddy!" she said cheerfully. "We make a pretty good team."

You couldn't argue with that. Despite the... unorthodox method of opening the scroll door, you had to admit that you had a newfound respect for Yang's... talents. You both walked over to the now-open door, the smell of her farts lingering in the air like a noxious fog. You took a deep breath, trying to clear your head, and when the scroll next to the door to get instructions from Mrs. Goodwitch.

"Mrs. Goodwitch," you called out into the intercom, holding your breath so you didn't inhale anymore of Yang's potent aroma, "we've completed the first part of the test. What's next?"

Glynda's face appeared on the small screen next to the scroll, her nose wrinkling slightly. "Excellent, Yang and Blaise. That was quite an... impressive display," she said, her voice filled with a hint of amusement. "Your next going to go down this path and find your second team member, you're going to need all the help you can get for what's next," she instructed, as your scroll start to buzz and a map appeared on its surface, detailing your path through the training grounds.

Yang and you exchange looks before she grabbed her scroll and started walking down the hallway, her massive butt jiggling with each step she took. You followed closely behind, the smell of her farts lingering like a toxic trail. The hallway was dimly lit with torches, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air felt thick and heavy, like it had been filled with the essence of a thousand burritos.

"So, what kind of girls do you go for, Blaise?" Yang asked casually, breaking the silence. You coughed, trying to get the taste of her farts out of your mouth. "I...I'm not really sure," you replied, still trying to process the situation. "I mean, I like them have an big ass like... like yours," you said, blushing.

"Well, I'm flattered," she said with a laugh, her cheeks reddening slightly. "But seriously, what do you look for in a partner?" You thought for a moment, watching her sway her hips with each step. "I guess I like someone who's strong, smart, and... can take a joke," you said with a shrug.

"Someone who doesn't mind a little... gas?" she teased, her voice trailing off with a knowing smirk. You couldn't help but laugh, the tension of the moment breaking slightly. "Yeah, I guess that too," you admitted. The bond between the two of you grew stronger, despite the stench that lingered from the fart-filled challenge.

As you walked, you noticed that Yang had a certain swagger to her step, a confidence that was both intimidating and alluring. Her hips swayed with each stride, and you couldn't help but admire the way her butt jiggled with every step she took. "So, no blonds, huh?" she said, her tone playfully mocking. "Yep I guess your out of luck then" you teased back, trying to keep the conversation light despite the awkwardness of the situation.

Yang's eyes widened in feigned shock, and she placed a hand on her chest, her pink hair bobbing with the dramatic gesture. "Why, Blaise, I'm hurt!" she exclaimed. "But you know what they say, blonds have more fun... and by fun, I mean gas!" She winked at you, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Where that you were trying to get me to like you by saying that," I asked Yang retorted with a playful punch to your arm, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As you both walked down the dimly lit hallway, the scroll in my hand began to vibrate, indicating an incoming message. I unfurled it, and the map was replaced with a message from Mrs. Goodwitch. "You have arrived at the teammate selection chamber. normally its random but because you have a support member on her team you get to choose your second teammate from the doors ahead." Yang looked over my shoulder, her curiosity piqued.

"Who's on the list?" she asked eagerly. I scanned the names, looking for any sign of Ruby, but she wasn't there. "I don't see her," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. Yang's face fell slightly. "Ah, well, I guess it makes sense it she would be an auto pick with me on our team," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "It's okay. We'll kick butt without her."

"come look at these girls and tell me which one is your type yang, don't mine if I do"

there is a list of pictures with descriptions 

1. you: a white haired heir of the Schnee dust company

yang: oh, the Schnee company not only deals in dust by also drinks and foods that makes someone's gas smell like death, that would be nice to have and I sure she is hiding a nice ass as well" 

2. 

you: a blacked hair girl has the largest ass of any student.

yang: "look at the size of that thing I wouldn't mind being stuff in it"

you: but the gas

yang: worth the risk

you:true

3

you: " a red hair girl that exercise a lot and has thick thighs"

:"she look her ass sweats at lot that could be fun and I bet the protein she eats gets her some nice gas" 

4.

you:  a red hair girl that has won a lot of tournaments

yang: I know her she is famous and she probably the best option for fighting and her semblance makes people stick to assess

5. 

you: a short brown haired girl that stated the fashion and fart trend, what that mean

yang: of thoes are special clothes that lets you fart on people while trapped in stylist clothes, if she joins are team you are going to me her "muse"

6.

you: a muti color haired girl that lactose intolerance who loves ice cream

yang: her and me would get along great and we have the perfect person to tell us who is better 

7. transfer student has no data but her picture 

8 transfer student has no data but her picture 

me: that's wired 

yang : yeah, though they are cute emerald look like she would stuff you in her ass and forget and cinder would gas you intel you pass out then resituate you with her own gas