"Wait, what?!" You said as you kept getting from one pulsating, slimy wall to the other as you began hearing a much more terrifying series of deep, rumbling groans, sounding a lot more like a gigantic abomination's angry snarling, while also making loud, weird noises that could only be described as those of something like a massive whale, or like a large ship's hull at sea.
"Goddammit, I need to get out of here!" You thought out loud but Jordana's hip shaking was far too much for you, and your bouncing into her rectal walls was giving her waves of pleasure that, while not as strong as she expected, were still quite pleasant and she couldn't help but crave more, failing to notice her rumbling belly, she was too lost in her own horniness, her desire to finally make you hers for good and all the good feelings she got from having you inside her.
Jordana's booty shaking got more intense, and it would've been quite the show if anyone were watching her, but the part of the gym she was at was largely empty, as yoga classes were one of the more popular services the gym offered, with plenty of other full figured girls and women enjoying stuff like biking or running on treadmills, most likely with micros of their own tucked away between either par of their bouncing assets. Jordana's tight black leggings and even her skimpy thong began to ride down, unable to keep up with all the movement from all that shaking, jiggling mass.
Her sensual dance was only brought to a halt when her enormous ass erupted with a pretty massive, loud fart that made her huge cheeks clap to its blaring reverberations, catching her off guard since that fart came with no warning as far as she could tell. The fart itself wasn't exactly as intense as the supercharged ones from earlier, but it was still quite huge in its own right, lasting for about 15 seconds before it died down.
She smiled and giggled 'Whoops. I really didn't mean to rip one on you at ground less than zero' She thought, mentally apologizing to you, but at this point, as she believed you enjoyed her farts' smell, she hoped you could overlook the intense winds and noise that came with the package. She resumed her sensual hip wiggling but after just a few moments she noticed something was off. She could no longer feel your diminutive form bouncing inside her and giving her pleasure.
'Did that really knock you out?!' She thought, rolling her eyes and giving an annoyed huff 'You endured much worse already!' She mentally pouted but then she thought about it 'I guess he didn't get to nearly fully recovering yet, maybe that was a bit much... it bothers me that I can't feel him though... did he get lost?' She giggled at that thought. The idea that you weren't with her anymore didn't cross her mind...
It was clear that Jordana wasn't going to rescue you, she wasn't even trying! You only smacked face-first on the ground a split second right before her gigantic fart went off like a tremendous nuke, or like a volcanic explosion at ground zero. You felt like a speck of dust picked up by a raging tornado as the massive torrent of hot, noxious and swirling winds effortlessly tore off the slimy "ground" you had been on.
The noise was almost as intense as that of her earlier farts, the enormous vibrations hit you with their rumbling shockwaves, each one rattled your whole skeleton as they passed through, and to make matters worse, the booming claps from her oversized cheeks only added more chaos to the already terrifying cacophony.
Your senses were so overwhelmed by the stench, the heat of the winds carrying you and the deafening nose that you wouldn't notice that you were no longer imprisoned inside Jordana's butthole until you felt the cold chill of the A/C as the warmth from her gaseous cloud faded.
'Huh?' You saw Jordana's larger-than-planet-sized ass before you, gradually growing smaller as you flew farther and farther away. Seeing her bent over like that, with both her leggings and her thong riding down, showing a notable portion of her crack made you shudder. You could still see the rippling waves of squishy, fatty flesh traversing the vast distance of her twin, round meaty expanses that you knew for a fact were so large you could get lost on their surface. You shuddered, getting contradictory feelings, as it was both arousing yet deeply terrifying.
Amidst these thoughts, you still hadn't considered the gravity of your situation. You were flying away from Jordana's huge ass in a gym full of random women who could just as easily squash you beneath their titanic bodies or inadvertently take you with them to who-knows-where. Only when you saw that humongous booty getting farther and farther away from your view you finally reacted, your eyes widening in panic, flailing your arms desperately, having no idea if you could even do anything to control your trajectory, the monstrous gust of intestinal gas that blasted you at more than point blank still carried you with its residual strength.
Then, you smacked into a soft, squishy brown wall. Not exactly as soft as Jordana's mega-sized cheeks, but fairly close, giving off a gentle warmth just like them. 'Now what?!' You thought with a muffled, annoyed groan, pushing yourself away from this giant, jiggling mass.
Much to your horrified surprise, the moment you looked up, you saw one of the last things you were expecting to see: A pair of green eyes hitting you with an intense gaze. Isha! She smirked, and the location of her face relative to you tipped you off on your current location. Yep, you had been farted right into one of her large, bouncy boobs, a good amount of skin exposed courtesy of her strained tank top.
After looking at you, Isha looked in Jordana's direction and saw the young, bottom heavy beauty walk away, still with that extra sway to her hips and bounce to her step, likely believing you to be still inside her. Isha's grin widened, this couldn't have been any more perfect and she didn't even need to pull off any crazy schemes to retrieve you from her!
"Looks like you couldn't get enough of me, huh?" She teased you with a smug smile and a wink "I knew you liked our lovely tour from earlier"
"Ugh..." You felt like trying to argue your way out of this one was useless, the girl clearly wanted to mess with you. The best you could do was to try not to fall into her provocation and deprive her of that thrill.
"But I'm not the only micro-certified trainer in this gym" She then said, catching you off guard, and you definitely didn't like the way she said that "Don't worry, she really loves micros! And she makes sure they get the best workouts! Sometimes it may look like a heavy burden to train under her, but I promise the results will pay off" She giggled.
You took a deep breath "Is there any way you can return me to either Ariadne or Jordana?" You asked, making Isha seemingly pause.
"Hmm? I thought you weren't having such a great time with Jordana" She said "Or were you enjoying it that much?"
"Just take me to Ariadne then, please" You felt too tired to really argue, plus, going back to Jordana didn't seem like such a good idea.
"I see. So you're one of those" She giggled.
"One of what?" You asked with a raised eyebrow, so far, ignoring the fact that you were resting on the flesh of her mountainous boob.
"I've heard that some micros have a thing for their sisters... I mean, I think I get it, sometimes the only meaningful interactions they have is with their mom and sister... though I've also heard of some that are into their moms" Isha said, trying to sound serious but badly suppressing her giggles.
"Ariadne is my sister. Nothing weird involved, but she'd the one responsible adult in charge of me here" You said, a bit dryly but that was the kind of things you'd rather nip in the bud before any wacky rumors grew and got out of hand.
"Oh, really? I wonder what Jordana would think after you called her irresponsible~~" She taunted you yet again.
'Now I know why some guys dislike their sisters with such vitriol... if they're anything like this, I wouldn't blame them' You thought.
"Besides, you hurt my feelings too! I'm a professional, you know? I take my job very seriously, and all I want is for all the cute little micros to enjoy the warm, soft safety... of a lady's well developed butt!" Isha giggled once more while you rolled your eyes in sheer annoyance.
"Don't believe me? I'll let my partner prove it for you" She said before she started walking.
'Great, another stupid trainer with a penchant for messing with micros. I really hope I never run into these girls in my own world, if I ever make it back' You thought with a frustrated sigh.
Isha looked around and headed for one of the sections with stationary bikes, making sure to check that there weren't as many ladies around. She then carefully set you on the middle of the bike's seat.
"Again? We've already danced this tango" You said, not exactly wanting to taunt her, but you definitely didn't feel like holding back verbally with all the stuff you've been suffering through.
"Didn't you hear that history doesn't repeat itself, but it often rhymes?" Isha then winked at you "Be right back, don't move" She said and burst out laughing. She then hung an "Out of Service" tag on a metal protrusion below the seat itself. With that done, she walked away in order to enact her plan, leaving you stranded on that bike's seat.
Thankfully, it seemed to be clean but that was of little consolation knowing that yet another annoying ditz would come squash you under her big butt for cheap giggles. You looked around, maybe someone could help you, not all women in this gym could be as bad, right? But then again, most were wearing earphones, making communication impossible unless they directly looked at you on the seat.
Time passed, and soon you began to feel a series of rhythmic, booming quakes that indicated that this woman carried considerable heft, something that made you nervous. Your surroundings then get covered in shadows in a mere instant and as you look up, you see a monstrously gigantic ass looming ominously above, descending towards you! Said ass belonging to...
