Nora joins the team Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 9 by momobutt

"lets go with Nora" said yang with a smirk, pushing the button on my scroll, the door in front of us slid open, revealing Nora Valkyrie, just beaten some grim into oblivion. Her cheeks were flushed from exertion and her pink skirt was slightly askew, revealing the tops of her thick, powerful thighs. Her orange hair was matted with sweat, and she looked absolutely radiant in the flickering torchlight.

Nora looked up, panting slightly, and spotted the two of you.

"Are you guys my new teammates?" she called out, her voice echoing down the corridor. You could see the excitement in her eyes as she took in the sight of Yang's large, gassy butt and your own slightly dazed expression. You both nodded, and she rushed over, her heavy boots clomping against the stone floor.

"Yeah, we are," Yang said, her voice filled with enthusiasm that seemed to bounce off the walls. "Blaise here is going to be our support, so it's just the two of us for this round." Nora's eyes lit up at the mention of your role. "Awesome! I could always use some extra... air support," she said with a knowing grin, glancing at Yang's behind.

As you all three walked further into the chamber, Nora's stomach let out a low, ominous growl. "Oh boy," she murmured, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "I think I might need some help with this one." You looked at her questioningly, and she explained, "I've been eating a lot of protein lately, during my work out. But they have... unfortunate side effects."

Yang nodded knowingly. "I know that feeling all too well," she said, patting Nora's shoulder. "Don't worry, Blaise here is a pro at handling... situations like these," she said with a wink. Nora looked at you hopefully, her turquoise eyes wide. "Could you...?" she began, her voice trailing off.

You gulped, not quite sure what she meant, but the gurgling sounds coming from her stomach made it pretty clear. "Oh, you need... assistance?" you asked, trying to keep the dread out of your voice. Nora nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I've been holding it in for the battle," she admitted, "but now it's just too much."

Without further ado, she turned around and bent over, presenting her substantial behind to you. It was round and firm, and you could see the muscles rippling under her sweat-soaked pink skirt. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. "Alright," you said, "I'll do what I can."

As you approached, you noticed the smell of sweat and protein powder mixing with the faint scent of gas. You took a firm hold of Nora's waist and pushed your face into her plump butt cheeks, trying not to gag. You could feel the heat and pressure building up, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Ready?" Nora called out, her voice slightly muffled. "Ready as I'll ever be," you murmured, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself. With a grunt, she released the pent-up gas, and you felt the room rumble beneath you. The smell was potent, a mix of sweet and sour that reminded you of a gym locker room.

Nora's cheeks clenched and unclenched as the farts escaped her, each one more powerful than the last. You could feel the vibrations against your face, and the sound was like a series of distant sonic booms. You held on tight, your eyes watering from the sheer force of her flatulence.

"Oh, oh God," Nora moaned, her body shaking with each release. The sound was a mix of pleasure and pain, like she was both relieved and embarrassed at the same time. Yang was doubled over with laughter, her own butt shaking as she watched the spectacle.

You tried to pull away from Nora's sweaty behind, but it was like trying to climb out of a pit of molasses. Your face was plastered to her cheeks, and every time she moved, you felt a fresh wave of gas hit your nose. "Come on," you grunted, trying to push yourself up. "I think you've got it under control now."

Nora's moans grew louder as she continued to fart, her body convulsing with each release. "N-no, I... I can't," she panted. "It's too much!" Her voice was strained, and you could feel the desperation in her trembling thighs.

With every ounce of strength you had, you tried to pull away, but the sticky sweat and the sheer power of her gas kept you glued to her backside.

"Oh, oh God," Nora moaned louder, her body shaking more violently as she lost control completely. The farts grew stronger, more frequent, and you felt like you were in the middle of a tornado. Each one hit you like a wall of stench and sound, making you feel dizzy and slightly nauseous. Yang's laughter grew louder, turning into a full-blown roar as she watched the scene unfold.

Finally, Nora's body went slack, and the farts slowed to a trickle before stopping altogether. You tried to pull away, but your face was stuck to her sweaty cheeks like a piece of gum on hot pavement. Your eyes were watering and your nose was burning, yang then grabbed you by the arms and pulled you out from behind Nora, both of you gasping for air like you had just surfaced from a deep-sea dive.

"Thanks, Blaise," Nora said, her voice a little shaky, as she turned around to face you. "Couldn't have done it without you." She flashed you a grateful smile, Yang chuckled, slapping Nora on the ass, sending another small ripple of gas your way.

"Alright, let's keep moving," Yang said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. You nodded, wiping the sweat from your brow. The scroll in your hand buzzed again, and Mrs. Goodwitch's face appeared. "Your next task was going to have Mrs. Valkyrie fart on you like Mrs. Xiao Long but you already completed that task, so the next room is a rest room you three will eat and spend the night and boned and do the next task tomorrow."

Nora looked at you with a mix of relief and gratitude. "Thanks, Blaise. That was... intense," she said, her cheeks still pink from the exertion. You nodded, trying not to think about the fact that you had just been used as a human fart pillow.

Yang slapped her on the ass, sending another small puff of gas in your direction. "Don't mention it, Nora. That's what teammates are for," she said, her laughter dying down to a chuckle. "Now, let's go see what are room looks like tonight."

You followed them into the designated rest room, and your eyes widened at the sight. It was definitely nicer than you had expected, with a warm, cozy feel to it. A large, inviting fireplace crackled in the corner, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden floor and the plush couches and chairs scattered around the room. There was a large dining table set with an assortment of food, and you couldn't help but drool at the sight of the spicy dishes laid out for Yang and the mountain of protein-rich pancakes for Nora.

Your gaze then darted to the sleeping arrangements and your heart sank. There were only two beds, a large four-poster for Yang and a smaller, more modest one for Nora. The realization of what this meant hit you like a ton of bricks. "Looks like it's going to be a bit... cozy tonight," Yang said with a mischievous grin, her eyes flicking to the beds before meeting yours. You gulped hard, trying to swallow down the dread that was rising in your throat.

Nora didn't seem to notice your discomfort, already making a beeline for the table of food. She piled her plate high with the protein-packed pancakes, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Mrs. Goodwitch knows exactly how to feed a growing girl," she said, before stuffing a mouthful in and letting out a contented sigh.

Yang's gaze never left you, though, and her smile grew wider as she took a seat on the edge of one of the couches. "Blaise, come here," she beckoned, patting the cushion next to her. You hesitantly approached, unsure of what was about to happen next.

"Nora," Yang said, her tone turning serious, "I want you to have Blaise's in between your thighs while we talk, okay?" Nora blinked, looking surprised, but she didn't argue. She simply walked over, her thick thighs jiggling with each step, and positioned herself so that her round, muscular butt was hovering over your face. You felt your heart race as she lowered herself onto you, trapping your head between her powerful legs.

You were now face to face with Yang's gas-producing machine, and she wasn't shy about using it. She leaned back, her eyes locked with yours, and let out a long, slow, rumbling fart that shook the very air around you. The smell was like a punch to the face, a mix of burning rubber and sour milk that made your eyes water and your stomach turn.

"So, Nora," Yang began, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, "What brings a girl with a butt like yours to Beacon Academy?" Her question was punctuated by another fart, this one louder and wetter than the first.

Nora giggled, her cheeks reddening further. "Well, I don't have a home to go back to and Becon as a farting as part on there fighting so my protein farts would help in battle," she replied, her voice muffled by your face being smushed into her crotch. You could feel the warmth of her thighs on either side of your head.

Yang nodded thoughtfully, stroking her chin. "Interesting," she said, before letting out another thunderous fart. "But enough about that. How about we go out on a date, you, me, and Blaise?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling. You felt Nora's body tense with excitement above you. "A date?" you squeaked out, your voice muffled by her thighs.

"Yeah," Yang said, smiling down at you. "You know, hit up a club, have some fun. Maybe get some drinks, dance a little." Her expression grew more serious. "And maybe, just maybe, we'll see if we can handle each other's... special talents outside of battle." Nora's thighs tightened around your head slightly, and you could feel her heart racing.

You nodded as best as you could, trying not to gag on the smell of Nora's gas. "S-sounds fun," you managed to squeak out. Yang leaned back, her butt pressing down on your face harder as she let out another fart. "Good," she said. "Now, let's eat."

As the night wore on, the three of you sat around the table, sharing stories and laughing. Yang and Nora both had an impressive appetite, especially for the spicy foods that made their farts even more potent. You picked at your food, trying to keep the smell of their flatulence from ruining your own meal. Despite the odd situation, you found yourself genuinely enjoying their company.

After the meal, Nora leaned back in her chair, patting her bloated stomach with a contented sigh. "I'm stuffed," she said, her eyes fluttering sleepily. "Think it's about time for bed." Yang nodded in agreement, her own plate of spicy delights long since cleared.

"So, Blaise," Yang began, pulling her pajama pants down reviling her ass, "Whose ass are you sleeping in tonight?" she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. You looked at Nora, who was already halfway to her bed, her own pajamas loosely hanging from her hips, revealing the top of her thick thighs. Nora giggled, blushing at the question. "Well, since I had you earlier, I don't mind if you want to switch it up," she suggested, winking at you

1."I pick yang's " you replied, trying to keep a straight face despite the smell that was already filling the room. Yang raised an eyebrow at your choice, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Alright then," she said, standing up and sauntering over to the large four-poster bed. She climbed in, her thick, muscular legs flexing with each movement. "Make yourself comfortable, Blaise," she called out, patting her ass. You took a deep breath, trying to steel yourself for what was to come.

With a resigned sigh, you climbed into her ass, feeling the heat and pressure of her gas-filled cheeks. You tried to ignore the smell, focusing instead on the warmth and comfort of the situation then Yang pulled her pajama pants up, the fabric stretching tightly over her massive butt. As you settled in, Yang leaned back against the pillows and pulled the covers over the both of you. "Goodnight, Blaise," she murmured, her voice low and soothing.

For a moment, there was silence, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace. Then, with a low grumble, Yang's stomach announced its readiness to release the evening's pent-up gases. She shifted slightly, and you felt the first bubble of gas escape, tickling your nose with its potent aroma. "Here it comes," she whispered, a hint of anticipation in her voice.

The fart was powerful, a blast of hot air that filled the small space between your face and her cushioned behind. The scent was overwhelming, a fiery mix of the spicy dinner and the unique bouquet of her stomach's alchemy has well as the smell of her unwashed ass. "Good night Blaise" she said with a grin, the sound of her voice muffled by the thick layers of ass meat. You tried to keep your composure, but the smell was making your eyes water and your stomach churn.

2. 

 I pick Nora " you replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed the excitement building inside you. Yang's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and she clapped her hands together. "Perfect!" she exclaimed. "Let's make this an unforgettable night," she added with a wink.

Nora blushed a deeper shade of pink, her thighs quivering slightly as she took in the scene. She plopped down on her bed, patting the space next to her. "Come on, then," she said, her voice a mix of shyness and excitement. You couldn't help but admire the way her thick thighs jiggled as she moved. You crawled over, your heart racing, and nestled your head in between her legs.

As you tucked yourself into bed, you felt the warmth and weight of Nora's thighs on either side of your head. Her stomach let out a low gurgle, and you knew what was coming. With a gulp, you braced yourself as her ass began to emit a series of soft, but potent protein farts. They were like little sonic booms in the quiet room, sending ripples through the fabric of the bed.

Nora giggled, her cheeks reddening even further. "Sorry," she murmured, though there was a hint of pride in her voice. "It's just all that protein catching up with me." You tried to laugh it off, but the smell was intense, a pungent mix of fish and eggs that made your eyes water. You could feel the gas filling the space between your face and the bed, creating a warm, suffocating bubble of odor.

3.

 I can't pick " you replied, trying to keep your cool amidst the awkwardness. Yang just grinned, "Well, then I guess you'll both have to sleep in my bed ."

Nora perked up, "Really?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice. Yang nodded, "Yeah, we're a team now, after all. We have to learn to work together, in every way possible."

With a sigh of resignation, you agreed, knowing that there was no escaping the fate of being sandwiched between these two gas giants. As you all made your way over to Yang's bed, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anticipation and dread. The bed was large, but with the two of them in it, you knew you'd be getting very cozy.

Yang took the middle spot, her large butt creating a perfect little valley for you to rest your head. Nora eagerly hopped in beside you, her own substantial behind jiggling with excitement. She looked down at you with a giddy smile, her cheeks still flushed from the earlier events. "This is going to be the best slumber party ever," she whispered, 

You managed to squeeze in between them, their combined heat and the smell of their gas creating a peculiarly intimate atmosphere. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, and you found yourself nestled snugly against Nora's thigh, your nose mere inches from Yang's formidable backside.

"Alright," Yang announced, her voice a little slurred from the exhaustion of the day's events, "Lights out." The room plunged into darkness, and you felt Nora's hand seek yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. Despite the oddness of the situation, a sense of camaraderie filled the room. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the gurgling noises coming from their stomachs and the faint scent of gas that seemed to linger in the air like an invisible blanket.