The Older Sister's Return Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 31 by deleted_user

"Hey Blaise! Haven't seen you in forever! Come here!

Before you could even get a word in, you find yourself constricted in the monstrously powerful bear hug of Jordana, Lillian's older sister. Your face is consumed into her cleavage as she continues hugging onto you. You struggle to get your face free and look up at her. You question her on what she was doing here, since last you saw her she went off to college.

"I'm taking summer off from college to be home with my family and reacquaint myself with some old friends. Seeing you again really cements that this was a great idea. Lets get inside; we have so much to catch up on!"

Jordana easily drags you into the house and plops you down on the couch before you can refuse her. As she wonders into the kitchen to get you both some water, you ask her if Lillian was home or not.

"No, she's out with one of her friends. Mom's at work right now as well."

She comes out of the kitchen with two glasses of water and hands one to you.

"It's just you and me..."

The way she said that last sentence so heavily had you on edge. You quickly asked her how college was going in order to lighten the mood.

"Well, it's going alright. I had a really difficult semester this year because of..."

As she continued her story, you were trying to get a read on her, figure out when she was going to pounce on you. Just like Lillian, Jordana had made it a habit of finding ways to sit and fart on you. The difference was that, at least before everything that happened on the beach, Lillian always did it as a joke and would immediately get off. Jordana always took things to another level. From when she used to babysit you all the way to just before she took off to college, it seemed like Jordana was always trying to make you and her ass inseparable. 

One specific memory cropped up into your head from a couple of years ago, right before Jordana went off to college. She got you over to the house to help her pack, lying that Lillian and Sheila were there. By the time you figured out you were alone with her, Jordana was already straddling you on her bed, her massive bare butt cheeks inches from your face. She looks back at you, a futile action considering her ass eclipsed your whole head. 

"I can't head out of town without you struggling under me one last time. However, we're going to do things a little different today..."

She reaches back, grabbing both of her ass cheeks, and spreading her butt crack open. Deep inside the dank, smelly flesh cavern was her eagerly twitching butthole.

"This time, I want you to stuff your nose right into my butthole, all on your own. Go ahead; get all the way in there."

You, of course, refused but knew deep down she was going to get her way. This was how it always went; She'd make a ridiculous demand, you'd refused, she'd starting destroying you with her farts, you acquiesce, she farts on you anyway. Sure enough, a extremely foul gas bomb comes roaring out of her asshole, the smell full on assaulting you. You gasp and wheeze from the horrid odor.

"Come one, Blaise. The sooner you do it, the sooner we're done here. Don't be scared; it's just my butthole."

You, of course, gave in. Summoning what strength of will you had, you reluctantly plunged your face into her large butt crack, the tip of your nose smushing itself against Jordana's dark anus. Jordana gave a squeal and let her butt cheeks lock in around your face before settling down on your whole head. Both fortunately and unfortunately, you found you could still breathe, even with all her weight on your head, by sniffing her musky butthole. Jordana could feel your nostrils inhaling at her backdoor.

"I'm gonna miss having you under me, Blaise. Your nose fits so perfectly. It's like you and my ass were made for each other. Now then..."

Jordana again spreads her ass cheeks, freeing your face from the dark abyss. You start gasping for clean air, but find nothing but the awful stench of Jordana's next butt bomb exploding in your face. The horrid smell invades your nose and mouth. Keeping her crack spread open, Jordana looks back at you, or more accurately her cheeks.

"Before I get off of you, I want you to tell me how much you'll miss my wonderful farts. Go ahead; don't hold back."

Knowing that this game wasn't going to end till you did what she said, you manage to get some clean air into your lungs and told her what she wanted to hear, in a manner that very much suggested that she get off you now. 

"Well, Blaise, since you'll miss my farts so much why don't you just stay in my ass?"

You find yourself shrunken down on the bed with a giant Jordana before you, her butt now the size of a mountain. Still spread open, her now giant butthole twitches rapidly, as if beckoning you towards it. The lingering scent of her last fart mystifies your senses. How did it take you this long to realize how wonderful her farts are?

"You can bury yourself against my butthole just like you did with your nose and come with me to college. Wouldn't that be great?! Whether I'm in class, studying or hanging out with friends, you get to be with my butthole and have all my farts to yourself. Who needs light and fresh air when you have all this ass to yourself? Don't keep me waiting; jump on in..."

Like a man possessed, you charged into her massive flesh valley, clawing at the inside of her cheeks. Every pull got you closer and closer to her wrinkly orifice, the wonderfully rancid smell getting more potent the further you got in. Finally, you made it to her anus, which you were roughly the same size and laid your body against it, rubbing your face into the wrinkles. The sudden sensation caused Jordana to moan and let go of her butt cheeks, sealing you inside the darkness of her ass crack. The stale smell of ass was all around you as you began licking away at the giant anus, huffing it's musk at the same time. Jordana lifted her ass into the air, moaning your name.

"Blaise..."

"Blaise..."

"Blaise."

"Blaise."

"Blaise! Hello! Earth to Blaise!"

You suddenly snapped out of your memory-turned-fantasy to realize that Jordana was snapping her fingers in front of you, trying to get your attention. You took what seemed like your first breath in ages as Jordana looked you over.

"Hey, you okay? As I was wrapping up my story, I noticed you had a glazed look over your face and you weren't responding to me. Is everything alright?"

You quickly stammered out an response about how you had a lot on your mind recently because of some things that happened and you weren't sure to how to feel about them yet. You started taking a sip of water to calm your nerves.

"Is this about what happened between you and Lillian yesterday?"

The water you were sipping quickly found itself flying all over the coffee table and rug. You started coughing from the remaining water going down the wrong way.

"Oh crap! Don't worry; I'll get some paper towels. Try to catch your breathe."

As Jordana went to get the paper towels, a hundred questions started forming in your head:

How much does Jordana know?

Did Lillian tell her the whole thing?

Why hasn't Jordana farted on me yet?

Who else has Lillian told?

Why hasn't she buried my face in her ass?

Why did she tell Jordana?

Whose farts smell better; Lillian's or Jordana's?

The divide in your sensible side, worrisome side and your new perverted side were spiraling in on each other. You also started to feel hot, as if burning up from the inside. Your awareness started to dim. Before you completely passed out, you notice the room starting the grow...

You slowly began waking up from your feverish episode and take in your surroundings. You find yourself...