This was the single most confusing moment of your life, down to the cellular level, as your poor neurons were struggling, firing off contradictory signals in rapid succession. On the one hand, you were looking at Jen's largest and sexiest feature like never before, it looked absolutely enormous and was insanely close to you. Under any other circumstances, this would've been pretty much Heaven, but you were precisely under the few exceptions...
You trembled as you heard a pretty intense series of grumbling groans coming from the depths of the dark chasm that separated those mountainous cheeks, and worst of all, Jen herself had just confirmed that she was about to let out a fart, a pretty huge one by the sound of it. Every little hair on your arms and legs and the back of your neck stood on end, frightened at the prospect of getting blasted with a nuke at near point blank.
You choked on your words. You didn't even know what to say, dammit! Lillian had once again set you up for failure. If you told Jen 'No', you were sure that it'd hurt her feelings after Lillian lead her on, but on the other hand, saying 'Yes' was suicide, and your body refused to trigger its own destruction via a violent explosion and getting smothered by toxic gas.
'Then again, this is not Lillian' You thought 'Jen's just a normal girl, how bad can it really be?' You tried to justify the latter option to yourself, since your self-preservation instinct swung in full force and prevented you from doing something stupid. Yet, something about those rumbling groans told you that she might actually give Lillian a run for her money, only that she'd been nice enough to spare you from it up until now. That thought alone sent chills down your spine.
Time felt as if it had slowed down to a crawl when this whole internal debate began, but you felt like you couldn't take too long to give your answer. Unable to risk damaging your standing with Jen, you ultimately chose the latter option despite your own body, your own instincts, strongly trying to keep you from it.
"Y-Y-Yeah, no problem at all" You gulped in fear 'Goddamn, why did you have to sit so close?!' You thought.
This was the only time in your life you wished her gorgeous ass didn't sit so close to you. Just processing its sheer size made you feel lightheaded already. You then looked up and saw Jen, still looking at you from over her shoulder, she was blushing and she smiled, winking at you.
'Please don't tell me that this is the Veronica situation all over again' You thought with a resigned sigh befitting of someone on the death row that knew their execution was coming soon, very soon. Then you saw Jen's gigantic ass slowly rise from the chair, once again feeling as if time slowed down. Your eyes widened more than ever when you saw that she was scooting back even further! There was barely a silver of space left between her big ass and the backrest of her chair, against which you were already standing. There was no escape, nowhere to go...
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
She sat back down, causing a much more powerful and ominously loud booming quake, making you gulp and reminding you that even if wasn't Lillian-sized, she sported a pretty huge ass in her own right, and now said enormous butt sat extremely close to you, you were standing before her ginormous crack, at this size it looked like a dark canyon where you could get lost in, should you be unfortunate enough to find yourself there.
The terrifying rumbling intensified rapidly, so much that you could actually feel it making a minor tremor on the solid ground that was the beach chair's plastic seat. You instantly regretted your decision, and felt like you should just ask Jen to stop right before-
Your panic made you drop your guard and got you caught completely unprepared for an absolutely massive roaring explosion, a deep, bassy and thunderous reverberating noise leagues above the loudest thunderclaps you've heard. An even larger torrent of swirling, hot, fermented noxious winds blasted you like a pebble caught in the flow of water shot out by a fire fose. The plastic wall that was the chair's backrest provided no relief as you got pressed into it by the oppressive force of these furious winds.
While the sound alone would've been far more than enough to overload your senses and the incredible force with which her highly pressurized intestinal tornado pressed you with was strong enough for your vision to go dark for a moment and make you feel dizzy and disoriented, all of this paled in comparison to the smell that forced its way up your nose in a most violent fashion. To say that it burned your nostrils would've been the understatement of the millennium.
The scent felt dense, hot and heavy, engulfing you in a nightmarish cloud that made you sweat from its sheer heat while your brain felt like it was short-circuiting, unable to deal with the amount of noxious signals your nose kept sending frantically. This smell was extremely potent, reeking of spoiled meat with an overbearing touch of beans. And you thought your mom's farts were pretty bad... if you had to compare her farts with this it wouldn't even be a contest, like trying to compare a drop of water with an entire pool!
'How do Jen's farts stink this badly?!' You thought, and that was the sole thought your mind was able to put together amidst what amounted to a sensory overload meltdown. This gas felt truly toxic in a way that Lillian's had never been, much to your horrified realization. The gigantic booty blast seemed to go on for an eternity, although in reality it 'only' lasted 5 seconds.
As soon as her fart died down, its gigantic gale winds no longer propped you up against the chair's backrest and you promptly collapsed, writhing in actual pain, feeling as if the world's most potent poison had slipped into your bloodstream, wreaking havoc in every conceivable part of your body. Your hands trembled, you never imagined it could be this bad, not even Lillian's undoubtedly titanic farts at this scale.
You then heard her sigh in relief and even giggle, and even in this state, with how wrecked you had been left, you didn't have it in you to get mad at her. Of course she has no idea how terrifyingly monstrous that fart was, nor its effects on someone 2 freaking millimeters tall for that matter.
"That was... bigger than I thought" She giggled cutely and her blush intensified. She then glanced down over her shoulder like she'd done before "You okay over there?" She asked.
She couldn't believe she'd actually gone and ripped one on you. Lillian had been telling her to try it for years, but she was far too embarrassed to ruin your image of her. But as time passed and she witnessed your interactions with your friends, she knew that Lillian's claims were true, if there was one guy that would be unfazed at the mundane reality that girls fart too, that was you, with Lillian and Zuemy alone providing plenty of daily reminders of the fact. And then there was Cindy, who didn't openly let loose around you but loved to joke about it all the time.
Your eyes twitched when she asked that question. You couldn't get mad at her, but you surely were angry in some way at the fact that she thinks you'd be alright after releasing such a monster upon you. You were still reeling mentally from that brutal assault on your senses and didn't even realize what you were doing. The side of your mind that insisted on trying to please her apparently gained hold over your right arm, weakly raising it and giving her a thumbs up.
More of her cute giggling confirmed that she got your response. The fears in her mind were crumbling down rapidly now that she believed to have proof that you were perfectly okay with even such an intimate yet unladylike aspect of her.
'Looks like I won't have to be afraid of eating my favorite dishes when he's around' She thought with a smile.
During the whole time that you diligently applied sunscreen on her cheeks and gave her a lovely massage that she thoroughly enjoyed, she had been internally debating whether or not to follow Lillian's advice. Almost everything in her mind was against it, but there was the lingering notion that when it came to matters about you, Lillian's judgement was pretty much always spot on, and that sole fact was eventually able to get her to go against every other impulse inside her.
Perhaps a barrier had been irreversibly breached at this point, but the only one to suffer the consequences would be the 2 millimeter boy collapsed right in front of her very well endowed behind. Jen felt her tummy gurgle more and lightly patted it, feeling her otherwise smooth belly inflating, as it was still bloated with large volumes of deadly gas that gathered in her gut.
"I think I'm gonna have to let out more"
Never in your life had you been any more terrified of her cute voice than at this very moment. A primal fear overcame you, like dark electric shocks coursing all over your whole body, enveloping with a powerful, ominous sense of doom. You got more desperate than ever, you wanted to beg her not to do it, to go to the bathroom and unleash her worldwide nuclear warfare's worth of gas in there, anything to spare you! But you choked on your words, you felt too weak to move, and even if you weren't, there was nowhere to go...
You didn't even hear anything at first, all you felt was an incredibly massive shockwave, like a bubble that enveloped you as it passed by. And like an actual bubble, it soon burst, unleashing an utterly deafening roar that shook your entire body like a leaf in the wind, slamming you back-first against the chair's backrest yet again, viciously pinning you to it as yet another typhoon-esque torrent of gale winds hit you with enough force to feel your ribcage sink into itself for a split second, as if punched by a boxing world champion.
The smell was just as bad as before, which might not have seemed like much, but those deadly, toxic gases forced their way into your lungs a second time, making you feel like you were breathing in radioactive wind. Your sense of time was shot, and all you knew is that you eventually collapsed back to the formerly cold, hard and now uncomfortably warmed up plastic ground below.
You trembled as you heard a pretty intense series of grumbling groans coming from the depths of the dark chasm that separated those mountainous cheeks, and worst of all, Jen herself had just confirmed that she was about to let out a fart, a pretty huge one by the sound of it. Every little hair on your arms and legs and the back of your neck stood on end, frightened at the prospect of getting blasted with a nuke at near point blank.
You choked on your words. You didn't even know what to say, dammit! Lillian had once again set you up for failure. If you told Jen 'No', you were sure that it'd hurt her feelings after Lillian lead her on, but on the other hand, saying 'Yes' was suicide, and your body refused to trigger its own destruction via a violent explosion and getting smothered by toxic gas.
'Then again, this is not Lillian' You thought 'Jen's just a normal girl, how bad can it really be?' You tried to justify the latter option to yourself, since your self-preservation instinct swung in full force and prevented you from doing something stupid. Yet, something about those rumbling groans told you that she might actually give Lillian a run for her money, only that she'd been nice enough to spare you from it up until now. That thought alone sent chills down your spine.
Time felt as if it had slowed down to a crawl when this whole internal debate began, but you felt like you couldn't take too long to give your answer. Unable to risk damaging your standing with Jen, you ultimately chose the latter option despite your own body, your own instincts, strongly trying to keep you from it.
"Y-Y-Yeah, no problem at all" You gulped in fear 'Goddamn, why did you have to sit so close?!' You thought.
This was the only time in your life you wished her gorgeous ass didn't sit so close to you. Just processing its sheer size made you feel lightheaded already. You then looked up and saw Jen, still looking at you from over her shoulder, she was blushing and she smiled, winking at you.
'Please don't tell me that this is the Veronica situation all over again' You thought with a resigned sigh befitting of someone on the death row that knew their execution was coming soon, very soon. Then you saw Jen's gigantic ass slowly rise from the chair, once again feeling as if time slowed down. Your eyes widened more than ever when you saw that she was scooting back even further! There was barely a silver of space left between her big ass and the backrest of her chair, against which you were already standing. There was no escape, nowhere to go...
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
She sat back down, causing a much more powerful and ominously loud booming quake, making you gulp and reminding you that even if wasn't Lillian-sized, she sported a pretty huge ass in her own right, and now said enormous butt sat extremely close to you, you were standing before her ginormous crack, at this size it looked like a dark canyon where you could get lost in, should you be unfortunate enough to find yourself there.
The terrifying rumbling intensified rapidly, so much that you could actually feel it making a minor tremor on the solid ground that was the beach chair's plastic seat. You instantly regretted your decision, and felt like you should just ask Jen to stop right before-
Your panic made you drop your guard and got you caught completely unprepared for an absolutely massive roaring explosion, a deep, bassy and thunderous reverberating noise leagues above the loudest thunderclaps you've heard. An even larger torrent of swirling, hot, fermented noxious winds blasted you like a pebble caught in the flow of water shot out by a fire fose. The plastic wall that was the chair's backrest provided no relief as you got pressed into it by the oppressive force of these furious winds.
While the sound alone would've been far more than enough to overload your senses and the incredible force with which her highly pressurized intestinal tornado pressed you with was strong enough for your vision to go dark for a moment and make you feel dizzy and disoriented, all of this paled in comparison to the smell that forced its way up your nose in a most violent fashion. To say that it burned your nostrils would've been the understatement of the millennium.
The scent felt dense, hot and heavy, engulfing you in a nightmarish cloud that made you sweat from its sheer heat while your brain felt like it was short-circuiting, unable to deal with the amount of noxious signals your nose kept sending frantically. This smell was extremely potent, reeking of spoiled meat with an overbearing touch of beans. And you thought your mom's farts were pretty bad... if you had to compare her farts with this it wouldn't even be a contest, like trying to compare a drop of water with an entire pool!
'How do Jen's farts stink this badly?!' You thought, and that was the sole thought your mind was able to put together amidst what amounted to a sensory overload meltdown. This gas felt truly toxic in a way that Lillian's had never been, much to your horrified realization. The gigantic booty blast seemed to go on for an eternity, although in reality it 'only' lasted 5 seconds.
As soon as her fart died down, its gigantic gale winds no longer propped you up against the chair's backrest and you promptly collapsed, writhing in actual pain, feeling as if the world's most potent poison had slipped into your bloodstream, wreaking havoc in every conceivable part of your body. Your hands trembled, you never imagined it could be this bad, not even Lillian's undoubtedly titanic farts at this scale.
You then heard her sigh in relief and even giggle, and even in this state, with how wrecked you had been left, you didn't have it in you to get mad at her. Of course she has no idea how terrifyingly monstrous that fart was, nor its effects on someone 2 freaking millimeters tall for that matter.
"That was... bigger than I thought" She giggled cutely and her blush intensified. She then glanced down over her shoulder like she'd done before "You okay over there?" She asked.
She couldn't believe she'd actually gone and ripped one on you. Lillian had been telling her to try it for years, but she was far too embarrassed to ruin your image of her. But as time passed and she witnessed your interactions with your friends, she knew that Lillian's claims were true, if there was one guy that would be unfazed at the mundane reality that girls fart too, that was you, with Lillian and Zuemy alone providing plenty of daily reminders of the fact. And then there was Cindy, who didn't openly let loose around you but loved to joke about it all the time.
Your eyes twitched when she asked that question. You couldn't get mad at her, but you surely were angry in some way at the fact that she thinks you'd be alright after releasing such a monster upon you. You were still reeling mentally from that brutal assault on your senses and didn't even realize what you were doing. The side of your mind that insisted on trying to please her apparently gained hold over your right arm, weakly raising it and giving her a thumbs up.
More of her cute giggling confirmed that she got your response. The fears in her mind were crumbling down rapidly now that she believed to have proof that you were perfectly okay with even such an intimate yet unladylike aspect of her.
'Looks like I won't have to be afraid of eating my favorite dishes when he's around' She thought with a smile.
During the whole time that you diligently applied sunscreen on her cheeks and gave her a lovely massage that she thoroughly enjoyed, she had been internally debating whether or not to follow Lillian's advice. Almost everything in her mind was against it, but there was the lingering notion that when it came to matters about you, Lillian's judgement was pretty much always spot on, and that sole fact was eventually able to get her to go against every other impulse inside her.
Perhaps a barrier had been irreversibly breached at this point, but the only one to suffer the consequences would be the 2 millimeter boy collapsed right in front of her very well endowed behind. Jen felt her tummy gurgle more and lightly patted it, feeling her otherwise smooth belly inflating, as it was still bloated with large volumes of deadly gas that gathered in her gut.
"I think I'm gonna have to let out more"
Never in your life had you been any more terrified of her cute voice than at this very moment. A primal fear overcame you, like dark electric shocks coursing all over your whole body, enveloping with a powerful, ominous sense of doom. You got more desperate than ever, you wanted to beg her not to do it, to go to the bathroom and unleash her worldwide nuclear warfare's worth of gas in there, anything to spare you! But you choked on your words, you felt too weak to move, and even if you weren't, there was nowhere to go...
You didn't even hear anything at first, all you felt was an incredibly massive shockwave, like a bubble that enveloped you as it passed by. And like an actual bubble, it soon burst, unleashing an utterly deafening roar that shook your entire body like a leaf in the wind, slamming you back-first against the chair's backrest yet again, viciously pinning you to it as yet another typhoon-esque torrent of gale winds hit you with enough force to feel your ribcage sink into itself for a split second, as if punched by a boxing world champion.
The smell was just as bad as before, which might not have seemed like much, but those deadly, toxic gases forced their way into your lungs a second time, making you feel like you were breathing in radioactive wind. Your sense of time was shot, and all you knew is that you eventually collapsed back to the formerly cold, hard and now uncomfortably warmed up plastic ground below.
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May 12, 2023
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