"He's fine" Bertha nonchalantly disregarded her daughter's concerns "I'd notice if he got hurt, believe me" she added.
"Still, it's not exactly nice..." Snickers said, feeling a bit awkward, not wanting to insult her mother, but she definitely believed this situation was quite dangerous.
"It's fun... kinda..." Bertha chuckled to which Snickers quietly huffed in frustration, wanting to say "but not for him". At the same time, Snickers herself did wonder about that part of your story. She knew Lillian was one of the gassiest girls at school only surpassed by Veronica, but she was sure she might be a match for her if she really tried, a thought that she found funny in a way since she normally didn't care much for her gaseous blasts, a result of her unorthodox diet. She believed that those played a hand in her status as an outcast, though strangely enough she wasn't mocked for it, assuming the other students did know.
Bertha wondered if somehow she was missing something. You were almost as deep in her huge ass as you could go, albeit on top of her bikini bottom, and knowing her daughter, she wouldn't allow her to get you on the other side of that stretched wall of black fabric. She playfully clenched her cheeks, feeling you get even more engulfed into their soft mass, and then slightly shook her hips, making you bounce around a little from side to side.
'He does feel good in there at least' She quietly giggled to herself. Not so surprisingly, feeling your tiny form right on top of one of her most sensitive spots was quickly getting her turned on, though she had to downplay it to prevent Snickers from realizing. She didn't dwell much on those thoughts however and instead went back to her previous idea, she wanted to try and shoot you out like Lillian had done, and "fortunately" for her, she had plenty of "ammo" to keep trying, much to your misery.
Meanwhile, you were indeed suffering in Bertha's gigantic booty. You didn't even understand why she was doing this to you. Lillian was always weird like that, to the point that you half expected her to try and pull such a stunt. Zuemy, another one of your friends, also would likely do something along these lines, since you knew it was even one of her own personal fantasies...
'Wait a minute... this... this is almost the exact kind of scenario she mentioned! Could she have done this? She didn't even know we were coming to the beach, I think...' You felt like you just had gotten a hold of a potential lead, though it wasn't like you were in any capacity to actually investigate, sadly. Making things worse, the shaking around you worsened, and the soft squishy walls that engulfed you from every direction shifted from side to side, bouncing you in between, though for all intents and purposes you remained in pretty much the same spot, which you didn't need to be reminded of, as it twitched more and more whenever there was movement.
Her words were mostly muffled but you managed to piece together that it was something about making you fly, which got you to facepalm hard enough to redden your face a little. The brief stinging feeling didn't do much to cancel out the overbearing stench that you were forced to breathe, nor did it help you to ignore the salty and moist sauna-like atmosphere. As if you needed confirmation, this seemed to prove that it was even worse than Snickers' butt, which was in no way small.
Soon the loud gurgling noises below intensified and Bertha's twitching anus puffed out. You raised an eyebrow, if she wanted to fart on you like Lillian it didn't make much sense to hold it in... unless she was aiming to make them even worse. Your blood ran cold as you shivered.
'Of course! Dammit, she's trying to make her farts even bigger on purpose?!' You thought, remembering that every once in a while, Lillian, and for that matter, her mother and sister too, suffered from what they all dubbed 'bad gas days', which was ironic since they all had bad gas every day, but then again, what they deemed truly bad was far beyond what anyone expected, and you were one of the few that were unfortunate enough to learn about the hard way.
You learned from Lillian herself that they happened completely at random for no apparent reason, and that no matter what they ate, or if they went on an empty stomach, they'd be getting a whole lot more gas than they were used to. Trying to hold them in only served to supercharge them, making them all the more devastating, and that was no exaggeration. On those bad days, Lillian could put her usual self to shame, and she was already capable of blowing entire stacks of papers with her normal farts. Sheila and Jordana were far, far worse than that, the memories of which made you shudder more. Strangely enough, while your mom didn't suffer from this as far as you knew, you did notice that her farts also got significantly worse if she held them in... and given the ones Bertha was blasting before, you almost fainted trying to imagine.
Bertha's gut hurt a little but the excitement she was feeling already made it a well worthy sacrifice. She could feel the pressure building up, begging for release, and her massive booty struggling to contain it. Soon it became too much to hold in and she simply let go. She barely loosened and her butt unleashed its loudest trumpeting roar yet. It almost sounded like some kind of firework at first, and then as if someone were revving a large bike. Snickers visibly cringed at the noise since it hurt her ears a little, sitting right next to her, and while the smell was terrible, she was quite accustomed to them and barely acknowledged its existence.
"Ooh!" Bertha felt you get shot out of her immense crack like a bullet, which she definitely anticipated, but at the same time wasn't sure to expect. But she was quite delighted at achieving her self-imposed challenge of sorts. Almost reading her mother's mind, Snickers' eyes widened and she saw a tiny speck quickly fly straight up into the air, reaching several feet high before plummeting straight down.
'I guess he was telling the truth for real' The young chubby blonde thought, feeling bad for you since you took one of her mom's biggest farts at point blank, and worse still, you fell back right into her crack. Like the first time around, in your descent you grazed Bertha's inner cheek and that tickled her greatly.
"And he's even back for more" She joked, making Snickers roll her eyes up in mild annoyance.
"Mom, at this rate you're really going to kill him" She tried warning her, knowing that her gas was only going to get worse at this point.
"You keep saying that but he's fine!" Bertha said, still laughing "He was even nice enough to go right back in" she added, playfully wiggling her wide hips.
"Yeah, sure..." Snickers sarcastically replied, but her mother was unfazed at the remark.
"Besides... if he's gonna stay with us for a while... he probably should get used to it" Bertha said, looking at her daughter with a renewed spark in her own eyes and a dangerous smirk.
"Okay, I think that's enough 'fun' for now, mom" Snickers said in a serious tone.
"Hmm... I dunno about that..." Bertha said in a smug sing-song tone, wiggling her hips again.
"I still got plenty of farts, you know?"
Snickers was honestly baffled. This was one of the few possible friends she could make and her mother was pretty much bent on making him experience the worst that her gigantic ass could dish out. She knew that her mom was often too playful with stuff, but there was a time and place for things, and she felt that she needed to save you before things got ugly for real.
"Seriously mom... you already proved your point! You made him fly!" She tried her best at not sounding exasperated, even though she was.
"But I can make him fly higher... I think" Bertha giggled, her stomach then resumed making ominous rumbling noises.
Snickers sighed. She really needed to press this or this whole afternoon would be reduced to you sharing Bertha's bikini bottoms' horrible fate.
"Mom, please, take him out" She asked. Bertha looked her over and wondered if she could keep up this 'game' of hers. Her daughter was looking pretty upset already, and to some extent she knew you were an innocent victim to her antics too, but the fact that you felt so good in her ass largely outweighed that. She didn't want to sour the trip's mood though, so she needed to give this a little bit more thought than she'd like... In the end, she had to make a decision, but what was it?
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[Choice 3]: Bertha wanted to keep you in her butt for longer, but seeing her daughter's reaction, she decided to try and make a sort of game out of it, giving Snickers a chance to win your freedom (in theory at least). What kind of game(s) though?
[Choice 4]: Unknown to either woman, you shrank smaller as you fell into the chasm that was Bertha's crack. Worse still, she wanted to keep you in there and blast even more, bigger, louder and longer farts, and there was no stopping her...
"Still, it's not exactly nice..." Snickers said, feeling a bit awkward, not wanting to insult her mother, but she definitely believed this situation was quite dangerous.
"It's fun... kinda..." Bertha chuckled to which Snickers quietly huffed in frustration, wanting to say "but not for him". At the same time, Snickers herself did wonder about that part of your story. She knew Lillian was one of the gassiest girls at school only surpassed by Veronica, but she was sure she might be a match for her if she really tried, a thought that she found funny in a way since she normally didn't care much for her gaseous blasts, a result of her unorthodox diet. She believed that those played a hand in her status as an outcast, though strangely enough she wasn't mocked for it, assuming the other students did know.
Bertha wondered if somehow she was missing something. You were almost as deep in her huge ass as you could go, albeit on top of her bikini bottom, and knowing her daughter, she wouldn't allow her to get you on the other side of that stretched wall of black fabric. She playfully clenched her cheeks, feeling you get even more engulfed into their soft mass, and then slightly shook her hips, making you bounce around a little from side to side.
'He does feel good in there at least' She quietly giggled to herself. Not so surprisingly, feeling your tiny form right on top of one of her most sensitive spots was quickly getting her turned on, though she had to downplay it to prevent Snickers from realizing. She didn't dwell much on those thoughts however and instead went back to her previous idea, she wanted to try and shoot you out like Lillian had done, and "fortunately" for her, she had plenty of "ammo" to keep trying, much to your misery.
Meanwhile, you were indeed suffering in Bertha's gigantic booty. You didn't even understand why she was doing this to you. Lillian was always weird like that, to the point that you half expected her to try and pull such a stunt. Zuemy, another one of your friends, also would likely do something along these lines, since you knew it was even one of her own personal fantasies...
'Wait a minute... this... this is almost the exact kind of scenario she mentioned! Could she have done this? She didn't even know we were coming to the beach, I think...' You felt like you just had gotten a hold of a potential lead, though it wasn't like you were in any capacity to actually investigate, sadly. Making things worse, the shaking around you worsened, and the soft squishy walls that engulfed you from every direction shifted from side to side, bouncing you in between, though for all intents and purposes you remained in pretty much the same spot, which you didn't need to be reminded of, as it twitched more and more whenever there was movement.
Her words were mostly muffled but you managed to piece together that it was something about making you fly, which got you to facepalm hard enough to redden your face a little. The brief stinging feeling didn't do much to cancel out the overbearing stench that you were forced to breathe, nor did it help you to ignore the salty and moist sauna-like atmosphere. As if you needed confirmation, this seemed to prove that it was even worse than Snickers' butt, which was in no way small.
Soon the loud gurgling noises below intensified and Bertha's twitching anus puffed out. You raised an eyebrow, if she wanted to fart on you like Lillian it didn't make much sense to hold it in... unless she was aiming to make them even worse. Your blood ran cold as you shivered.
'Of course! Dammit, she's trying to make her farts even bigger on purpose?!' You thought, remembering that every once in a while, Lillian, and for that matter, her mother and sister too, suffered from what they all dubbed 'bad gas days', which was ironic since they all had bad gas every day, but then again, what they deemed truly bad was far beyond what anyone expected, and you were one of the few that were unfortunate enough to learn about the hard way.
You learned from Lillian herself that they happened completely at random for no apparent reason, and that no matter what they ate, or if they went on an empty stomach, they'd be getting a whole lot more gas than they were used to. Trying to hold them in only served to supercharge them, making them all the more devastating, and that was no exaggeration. On those bad days, Lillian could put her usual self to shame, and she was already capable of blowing entire stacks of papers with her normal farts. Sheila and Jordana were far, far worse than that, the memories of which made you shudder more. Strangely enough, while your mom didn't suffer from this as far as you knew, you did notice that her farts also got significantly worse if she held them in... and given the ones Bertha was blasting before, you almost fainted trying to imagine.
Bertha's gut hurt a little but the excitement she was feeling already made it a well worthy sacrifice. She could feel the pressure building up, begging for release, and her massive booty struggling to contain it. Soon it became too much to hold in and she simply let go. She barely loosened and her butt unleashed its loudest trumpeting roar yet. It almost sounded like some kind of firework at first, and then as if someone were revving a large bike. Snickers visibly cringed at the noise since it hurt her ears a little, sitting right next to her, and while the smell was terrible, she was quite accustomed to them and barely acknowledged its existence.
"Ooh!" Bertha felt you get shot out of her immense crack like a bullet, which she definitely anticipated, but at the same time wasn't sure to expect. But she was quite delighted at achieving her self-imposed challenge of sorts. Almost reading her mother's mind, Snickers' eyes widened and she saw a tiny speck quickly fly straight up into the air, reaching several feet high before plummeting straight down.
'I guess he was telling the truth for real' The young chubby blonde thought, feeling bad for you since you took one of her mom's biggest farts at point blank, and worse still, you fell back right into her crack. Like the first time around, in your descent you grazed Bertha's inner cheek and that tickled her greatly.
"And he's even back for more" She joked, making Snickers roll her eyes up in mild annoyance.
"Mom, at this rate you're really going to kill him" She tried warning her, knowing that her gas was only going to get worse at this point.
"You keep saying that but he's fine!" Bertha said, still laughing "He was even nice enough to go right back in" she added, playfully wiggling her wide hips.
"Yeah, sure..." Snickers sarcastically replied, but her mother was unfazed at the remark.
"Besides... if he's gonna stay with us for a while... he probably should get used to it" Bertha said, looking at her daughter with a renewed spark in her own eyes and a dangerous smirk.
"Okay, I think that's enough 'fun' for now, mom" Snickers said in a serious tone.
"Hmm... I dunno about that..." Bertha said in a smug sing-song tone, wiggling her hips again.
"I still got plenty of farts, you know?"
Snickers was honestly baffled. This was one of the few possible friends she could make and her mother was pretty much bent on making him experience the worst that her gigantic ass could dish out. She knew that her mom was often too playful with stuff, but there was a time and place for things, and she felt that she needed to save you before things got ugly for real.
"Seriously mom... you already proved your point! You made him fly!" She tried her best at not sounding exasperated, even though she was.
"But I can make him fly higher... I think" Bertha giggled, her stomach then resumed making ominous rumbling noises.
Snickers sighed. She really needed to press this or this whole afternoon would be reduced to you sharing Bertha's bikini bottoms' horrible fate.
"Mom, please, take him out" She asked. Bertha looked her over and wondered if she could keep up this 'game' of hers. Her daughter was looking pretty upset already, and to some extent she knew you were an innocent victim to her antics too, but the fact that you felt so good in her ass largely outweighed that. She didn't want to sour the trip's mood though, so she needed to give this a little bit more thought than she'd like... In the end, she had to make a decision, but what was it?
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[Choice 3]: Bertha wanted to keep you in her butt for longer, but seeing her daughter's reaction, she decided to try and make a sort of game out of it, giving Snickers a chance to win your freedom (in theory at least). What kind of game(s) though?
[Choice 4]: Unknown to either woman, you shrank smaller as you fell into the chasm that was Bertha's crack. Worse still, she wanted to keep you in there and blast even more, bigger, louder and longer farts, and there was no stopping her...
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May 12, 2023
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