Hurricane Sheila (outline) Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 15 by Sex-Caliber

Trapped inside your Auntie's sweltering asshole, as you continuously failed to push your way back out again, you slowly came to realise that, not only were you surrounded by her full, disgusting fetor, but you were also doused in a not insignificant amount of anal fluids that you found yourself just as flustered by in equal intensity as you slowly processed what had just happened to you.

While you were by no means going to ever get used to the stench surrounding you, a growing part of you was starting to find it surreal that you were literally inside Sheila's ass, and couldn't help wondering for a moment if this counted as anal sex to some extent. The added heat from a certain somewhere below you certainly didn't help to dispel that notion.

It then occurred to you, as that thought arose, that your best bet was probably to stimulate the older woman's ass as little as possible for now. Judging from her reactions, she had apparently assumed you were some kind of bug or something that had taken a liking to the smell of her farts—so logic dictated that the smart thing was to play dead until you could get her to fart you back out again. Although you found it more than a bit weird that her response to that kind of stimulation from a supposed bug of all things would be something like this.

You just hoped you could stay conscious until then. While the air inside wasn't the dangerously-intense winds from before, it was barely more tolerable for it.

Meanwhile, Sheila was still busy enjoying herself, even as she noticed her "little bug" had gradually stopped moving around so much after you had arrived fully inside her. Maybe you just needed some more encouragement?

Before she could test that idea, though, Lillian and Jen came back asking where you were. The older woman shrugged, saying she hadn't seen you since coming back, but she'd stay and keep an eye out in case you did if the girls wanted to go looking around. While they were a bit confused and a little concerned at the news, they agreed it seemed like the best idea. And so, they headed back off on what would later prove to be a wild goose chase.

While it somewhat disappointed Sheila that she might not be able to have as much fun as she'd hoped after all, since she would have to wait around for you, that didn't mean she couldn't still have some while she was at it.

So with that, she started casually farting again as she idly focused on the feeling of her new "little bug" inside her bootyhole, so she could try and make out your rough outline somewhat from the feeling the vibrations of her farts caused—which she quickly realised was a very unique level of pleasure. She smiled as she felt your shrunken hands pressing against the inside of her anus, stimulating her there as she let loose without a care.

 Maybe Zuella or Zuemy would know what kind—

… Wait a minute, hands?