Sheila's planetary cheeks (kinked edition), path 1×1 Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 35 by Sex-Caliber

NOTE: This path follows an alternate version of another path by NotOnTime, with new context from the previous path influencing the way the events play out. The chapters are thus titled accordingly. Just putting this here for transparency's sake.

… Oh, fuck it.

Your blush deepened once again as you settled once again on going for the simple truth, and hoping for the best.

Which, in this case, could be almost anything for you.

"… Something's happened recently, Auntie. Something I really don't know how to feel about."

Sheila's curiosity was piqued once again, and she sat up—slowly, carefully, making sure not to shake you about too much in her hand—to show she was listening attentively. She even brought her palms together into a sort of "chair" for you, and you found yourself surprisingly comforted by the action… as well as a nice view of her breasts squeezed together by her arms.

"What is it, sweetie?"

You took a moment to breathe and prepare yourself mentally, as she leaned in to hear what you had to say in case you felt too embarrassed to say it out loud at first.

But you managed to summon your courage, and you said it loud and clear for her.

"I… I think I have a fart fetish."

She blinked.

"… Oh?"

You found yourself… surprisingly relieved, especially given her muted reaction. It was like a yoke of iron had been lifted from your shoulders, and you could finally stretch your neck.

Maybe this was what you really needed: someone who you could just confide in about this. Someone who wasn't Lillian or part of your immediate family, but still knew you well enough to care.

Someone like Sheila.

Who had just finished processing what you said as you finished coming to terms with your new reality.

"Is that why you came over looking for Lilly, then?" a playful smile rose across her face as she looked at you—and a cheeky glint in her eye to match. "You wanted to see if she'd be happy to… experiment with you a bit?"

… Not exactly, as such, you thought to yourself, but it can't hurt as a cover story. Although… I guess it might have turned out like that if she had been here, depending on how things went.

With your mind made up, you nodded—and you allowed yourself a slight blush to complete the alibi.

"… I guess."

She tittered again, her shoulders coming up and squishing her breasts a bit closer together for a moment as she did so.

"Well, I don't think she'll be back anytime soon, sweetie. But still," her voice started to lower a bit, developing a husky, seductive undertone to it. "That being said… If you want, I'd be happy to indulge you for a while~"

Your mind stopped again.

… Did I hear that right?

"… Huh?"

Her belly rumbled all too enticingly again, reminding you of what she had to offer.

"You said you're a lot stronger for your size now, right?" she grinned as she brought her hands lower to just below her waist. "That means we won't have to worry about you getting crushed or blown away back there. Plus you'll get a way fuller experience, and it'll be easy to 'hide' you if we have to~"

Don't I know it, the thought came immediately as memories of the beach once again came to the fore of your mind, provoking an unfamiliar but welcome rush of excitement in you. Is she for real?

"You… You'd really do that, Auntie?"

She giggled at your shyness.

"Of course! It gets lonely here sometimes, with it just being me and my daughters… and you're a very cute young man who just so happens to be both my best friend's son, my daughter's best friend, and my next-door neighbour. Plus, I think you already know pretty well I'm way gassier than either of my daughters anyway~" she winks. "It's the perfect excuse for both of us! So, what do you say?"

Usually, you'd find that kind of reasoning very flimsy at best. But, despite your best efforts, your mind was already so deep in the gutter now that you couldn't help but agree.

A part of you felt somewhat ashamed, considering that you would basically be two-timing Lillian in a way—with her own mom, no less—but on the other hand, you weren't actually together anyway, so it didn't actually count as cheating at all. You weren't even sure whether or not you could see Lillian that way yet. Not to mention all the times Sheila had teased you about taking your virginity if you were still single by the time you turned 18…

And frankly, your mind was too worn out after the combination of so many cumulative stress factors bombarding it. You needed to clear your head… and right now, this honestly sounded like the perfect way to do so.

Your mind made up, you looked back up at Sheila's face. Your cheeks were still rather red, but after the relief of just coming out to her about your newfound fetish, and her offer to indulge you so happily in response, you honestly felt like taking her up on it was the logical next step anyway.

So, heart racing in your chest, you nodded.

"… Yes please, Auntie. I'd really like that."

And with that, you would officially consign yourself to your newfound, forbidden lust.

Her grin, giggle and 'booby jiggle' in response to your answer got your heart pounding even harder, and you half wondered if she could feel it through your shrunken hands on hers.

"Alright then, honey~" she purred seductively before standing up, and curling her fingers around you in one hand again as she used the other to pull out the back of her panties into a kind of 'horizontal wedgie'.

You stared in awe at the sheer size of her ass as she held you above it for a moment behind her. It had always been even bigger than Lillian's, but at this scale it truly took the cake. (No pun intended.)

She smiled with no small sense of pride as she noticed your expression… and dropped you inside, enveloping you in the warmth of her asscheeks and the subtle stink of what lay waiting for you deeper within.

There was a strange feeling of nostalgia to your current position for a moment. When you were a kid, you used to surprise-hug her from behind a lot, with your face stuffed right in her huge butt—and you were always rewarded with a fart to match for your almost-trademark trick. It was cute and harmless at the time, but a part of you wondered if that was where Lillian got the idea to start farting on or at you whenever she could.

You were brought back to the present moment as Sheila let go of her panty rim, snapping you up securely inside; the action coincided with the first of what would no doubt be many of her huge, sexy blasts of ass gas.

Sure enough, the smell and force behind it was way stronger than anything Lillian had given you that day on the beach. Before, that would have disgusted and horrified you… but now, you felt a sense of excitement alongside some of that nostalgia you started to revisit—and you found yourself doing something that you never, in your whole life, thought you would.

You took a deep sniff of Sheila's plentiful gas, savouring the raunchy, beany smell. Maybe it was because of Lillian's antics the other day making your lungs, tongue and throat a lot more resilient to flatus and the way they instilled your newfound fetish… but somehow, you didn't feel like coughing at all.

In fact, you only felt yourself getting more riled up.

Even with her gargantuan asscheeks significantly muffling the sounds not coming from between them to your ears, you could still hear her laughing as she let it out.

"Did you like that, sweetie? Because that was just an appetiser~"

You felt her weight starting to shift around you from side to side as she swayed her hips a bit, humming with contentment as she enjoyed the feeling of your shrunken form held between her cheeks. She clenched them a little bit to get more of that feeling, and grinned as she also felt your body being ever so slightly squished between them.

"Let's take this upstairs—no chance of someone walking in on us that way~"

And with that, she slowly sauntered up the stairs leading to her bedroom, rocking you around in her ass like a baby in a cradle as her belly continued to purr in anticipation. You quickly realised how surprisingly careful she was when carrying you around compared to Lillian.

You took the opportunity to adjust yourself into a more comfortable position, although that wasn't saying too much given how soft her huge asscheeks were. The only thing you might have complained about was the weight—as her ass was obviously heavier than even Lillian's—but even then, you somehow found you actually enjoyed how firmly and gently she was holding you betweem them. It almost registered like a weighted blanket to your mind now.

The smell of her fart registered way more pleasantly than it would have before, too: sure enough, you noticed the telltale smell of beef, beans and mixed vegetables in her booty-stink, and you actually started salivating—especially considering the absolutely luscious ass it came from.

Maybe… Maybe this isn't so bad, after all.

I wonder if she can feel me moving around in here?