‘Accidentally’ Making It Worse
You could do nothing but watch in abject horror as Isabella’s butt hovered into position over you. It only got worse as she bent at the waist and started her descent, as her planetoid-size ass cheeks audibly peeled apart to show her pink starfish of an asshole high above you… and it was liberally smeared with brown.
You dry heaved as her parted flesh allowed the sweat and body grease that had been sticking them together to air out, and the smell of pungent swamp ass and wet farts assaulted you. As the monumental butt came plummeting down, you fell to your knees in realization that you’d most likely die here, squashed to death under a monumental jiggly butt that it’s owner somehow thought was small. You force yourself to close your eyes as her ass fell onto you… and then you didn’t die.
Feeling something brush on either side of you, you slowly forced your eyes open to see… that Isabella had sat perfectly square on the toilet seat. With her humongous ass cheeks easily overflowing the toilet seat, you were apparently saved by her spread open crack, as you found in the middle. On either side of you were relative tons of ass flesh, and her cheeks took up so much space that they went past you and bulge up against the toilet tank. You didn’t die… but you were trapped with no way out… or no way good, at least.
The light from high above, no doubt impossible to climb up to given the jiggling, sweat-slicked walls around you, was plenty enough to illuminate the entirety of the crack in front of you, as well as the toilet below, and… well… it was not a pretty sight. You hoped against hope that you’d pass out again and not have to witness what was about to happen as Isabella’s dirty asshole started to wink at you, but your body seemed to be (unfortunately) over it’s fit of fainting spells. And when you tried to at least turn around to look away, you found your legs unwilling to move, rooting you kneeling on the spot on the edge of the toilet seat with what might have been the worst (or best?) view of the coming action.
To make matters worse, Isabella seemed unsatisfied with her bulbous cheeks barely brushing you on either side, and would periodically rock back and forth, ensuring each ass cheek would jiggle and slide, grinding you against the other in a slimy hug, before the other would return the favor.
And as the dirty balloon knot in front of you continued to ‘wink’ at you with no actual results, you could only hope that this was a false alarm… only for Isabella to suddenly stop jostling you… and a violent rumbling to begin. The terrifying sound somehow had its horror multiplied by the distant giggling of Isabella, no doubt somehow enjoying all this even with feeling absolutely no malice towards you. And then….
PPPPPPPRRROOOOOOOMMMPPPHHTTT!!!
You oddly remembered that it had been forever since you’d had something to eat, because you were sent into the worst fit of dry heaving that you had ever experienced, the only thing keeping you from actually throwing chunks being an already empty stomach. The absolute STENCH billowing out of Isabella was easily the worst thing you had ever witnessed, far beyond anything even a nightmare could conjure up.
PPPPLOOOOOORRRSSHHTTT!!!
PPRAAAAAAAAPPPTTT!!!
You found yourself hoping she was sick, the vile fumes somehow simultaneously smelling of every rotten item you could think of, all mixed in the worst dump imaginable, but then your remembered her talking like this was a regular occurrence. You realized that if the size of Isabella’s ass (or at least her obliviousness to its size) wasn’t enough, her bowel movements definitely would be. And then you realized that she was just passing gas, that she hadn’t ACTUALLY released her bowels. This thought was… too much.
As Isabella continued giggling above you and covering you in juicy farts, you started getting dizzy… You hoped it was another fainting spell and not a byproduct of the fumes, but it ended up not mattering as you found yourself wobbling, and to your absolute horror you fell… forward.
You suddenly had a very clear head as you came up spluttering for air, the cool water you found yourself in more than enough to focus your mind… Unfortunately, this meant that you very quickly realized you were in the toilet… directly under Isabella’s bulging asshole. Wait… bulging?
“Me alegro de que mis pedos no fueran tan malos esta vez. Pero le daría un gran abrazo a mis mejillas y aguantaría, mi amor. ¡Sé que amas mi pequeño trasero, pero lo que viene a continuación podría ser demasiado incluso para ti!”
“I’m glad my farts weren't so bad this time. But I’d give my cheeks a big hug and hold on, my love. I know you love my little butt, but what comes next might be a bit much for even you!”
You were so mortified by the revelation that the most horrible smells you thought you’d ever witness ‘weren’t bad’ for Isabella that you missed your chance to call out, let alone let her know that you would end up being much closer to the ‘action’ than up above in her cheeks… Of course, you still tried, but as soon as you opened your mouth—
BLLLLRRRRSSSSSSHHTTTT!!!
SPPPLLLLLLLRRTPPPTTTT!!!
PPREAASHHHPLAPPLORPPPPPPssshhttt…
In the absolute most disgusting moment of your life (in an apparent string of disgusting moments), Isabella’s pink and brown starfish finally opened wide, and a veritable waterfall of shit blasted down on you. Gallons and gallons (to your perspective) of semi-liquid sludge more or less poured out of Isabella’s ass and right onto you, more than anyone’s fair share forcing its way into your mouth since you had been mid-scream when she started her barrage. You were battered every which way in the now completely fetid water as Isabella continued to unload on top of you, and by the time you made it to the surface you were ashamed to realize you had been force-fed huge quantities of Isabella’s slimy shit.
You were sure that you’d be throwing it all up immediately, but you found yourself too busy trying to swim in the toxic soup that was now splattered everywhere in the toilet bowl. It didn’t help that every time you thought she was done, Isabella would shift herself above you to get comfortable, and had the uncanny ability to let lose another waterfall right on you all over again, even though she still had no idea you were under her. By the time she really WAS finished, her humongous ass above just as plastered as the disgusting bowl below, you were pretty sure you’d eaten more of her refuse than you had food the day before this horrible Mexican adventure of yours.
With a big sigh of satisfaction, Isabella slowly stood up in yet another sickening display as her cheeks came back together, squishing all the filth that was still dripping off of them between her bulbous butt-bags as she turned to find… that you weren’t where she had left you. She panicked for a split second, having a horrifying vision of you getting caught deep in her cheeks when they were no doubt dirty, only to realize the truth was much worse when she saw your struggling form… and she nearly threw up right on top of you.
“¡Oh, Dios mío, Dennis, ¿qué estás haciendo?! Mi amor, ¡NADIE merece estar allí cuando lo estoy usando! ¡¿Que estabas pensando?! ¡Podrías haberte ahogado!”
“Oh my gosh, Dennis, what are you doing?! My love, NO ONE deserves to be in there when I’m using it! What were you thinking?! You could have drowned! What happened?”
You couldn’t help being relieved that Isabella had seen you and not just flushed (although maybe that would have been better), sure that she would very quickly help you out, but as you tread ‘water’ in her muck, instead of helping you she… lectured you? Did she really expect you to apologize or something? As Isabella stared down at you, you realized that she wouldn’t be helping without some kind of explanation, so you did your best to defend yourself even as you continued to bob in her shit swamp.
“I didn’t do this on purpose! I got light headed and fell in! And then… and then you… it was horrible! I even… oof… I even ended up being forced to EAT a bunch of it!”
“Dennis, ¿tú… te COMISTE mi mierda? Y... ¿MUCHO incluso?”
“Dennis, you… you ATE my shit? And… a LOT of it even?”
“Yes! For god’s sake I got FULL on it! I couldn’t do anything to stop it!”
You hoped this was enough explanation, especially as Isabella looked even more like she was going to be sick… and then her eyes glazed over again in a way you were beginning to dread. You tried to get her attention, asks her for help, anything to get out, but Isabella was already lost in her thoughts.
She had been almost as disgusted as you were with the whole thing, after all, before today no one had even been able to stick by her when she was gassy… She would have never thought anyone could even SURVIVE being at ground zero of one of her bathroom breaks, and now she’d heard that you’d EATEN her crap… in fact, you had more or less gorged yourself on it. She felt like she’d never forgive herself (completely missing that she still hadn’t helped you), and then… she remembered. Could THIS be the kind of ‘accidental intimacy’ she had to look forward to? Was THIS how Dennis would be showing his ‘love’ for her when she raised his intimacy? How many kinds of ‘accidents’ would he have by the time she raised his intimacy to high levels?
Even just the thought of this…
1. …made her orgasm. Her delusion grows about how fantastic her husband is (and she’s now convinced you’re obsessed with EVERYTHING about her butt), despite all ‘playing hard to get’.
2. …made her remember a warning in the manual… Tinies aren’t supposed to be able to handle exposure to even small amounts of excrement… and you ATE a bunch. Are you… actually human after all?! ((This warning doesn’t exist unless you choose this path.))
3. …is interrupted by her realizing she doesn’t have anything to use as toilet paper… except you? It can’t be worse than eating it… right?
4. …led her back to getting sick.
You dry heaved as her parted flesh allowed the sweat and body grease that had been sticking them together to air out, and the smell of pungent swamp ass and wet farts assaulted you. As the monumental butt came plummeting down, you fell to your knees in realization that you’d most likely die here, squashed to death under a monumental jiggly butt that it’s owner somehow thought was small. You force yourself to close your eyes as her ass fell onto you… and then you didn’t die.
Feeling something brush on either side of you, you slowly forced your eyes open to see… that Isabella had sat perfectly square on the toilet seat. With her humongous ass cheeks easily overflowing the toilet seat, you were apparently saved by her spread open crack, as you found in the middle. On either side of you were relative tons of ass flesh, and her cheeks took up so much space that they went past you and bulge up against the toilet tank. You didn’t die… but you were trapped with no way out… or no way good, at least.
The light from high above, no doubt impossible to climb up to given the jiggling, sweat-slicked walls around you, was plenty enough to illuminate the entirety of the crack in front of you, as well as the toilet below, and… well… it was not a pretty sight. You hoped against hope that you’d pass out again and not have to witness what was about to happen as Isabella’s dirty asshole started to wink at you, but your body seemed to be (unfortunately) over it’s fit of fainting spells. And when you tried to at least turn around to look away, you found your legs unwilling to move, rooting you kneeling on the spot on the edge of the toilet seat with what might have been the worst (or best?) view of the coming action.
To make matters worse, Isabella seemed unsatisfied with her bulbous cheeks barely brushing you on either side, and would periodically rock back and forth, ensuring each ass cheek would jiggle and slide, grinding you against the other in a slimy hug, before the other would return the favor.
And as the dirty balloon knot in front of you continued to ‘wink’ at you with no actual results, you could only hope that this was a false alarm… only for Isabella to suddenly stop jostling you… and a violent rumbling to begin. The terrifying sound somehow had its horror multiplied by the distant giggling of Isabella, no doubt somehow enjoying all this even with feeling absolutely no malice towards you. And then….
PPPPPPPRRROOOOOOOMMMPPPHHTTT!!!
You oddly remembered that it had been forever since you’d had something to eat, because you were sent into the worst fit of dry heaving that you had ever experienced, the only thing keeping you from actually throwing chunks being an already empty stomach. The absolute STENCH billowing out of Isabella was easily the worst thing you had ever witnessed, far beyond anything even a nightmare could conjure up.
PPPPLOOOOOORRRSSHHTTT!!!
PPRAAAAAAAAPPPTTT!!!
You found yourself hoping she was sick, the vile fumes somehow simultaneously smelling of every rotten item you could think of, all mixed in the worst dump imaginable, but then your remembered her talking like this was a regular occurrence. You realized that if the size of Isabella’s ass (or at least her obliviousness to its size) wasn’t enough, her bowel movements definitely would be. And then you realized that she was just passing gas, that she hadn’t ACTUALLY released her bowels. This thought was… too much.
As Isabella continued giggling above you and covering you in juicy farts, you started getting dizzy… You hoped it was another fainting spell and not a byproduct of the fumes, but it ended up not mattering as you found yourself wobbling, and to your absolute horror you fell… forward.
You suddenly had a very clear head as you came up spluttering for air, the cool water you found yourself in more than enough to focus your mind… Unfortunately, this meant that you very quickly realized you were in the toilet… directly under Isabella’s bulging asshole. Wait… bulging?
“Me alegro de que mis pedos no fueran tan malos esta vez. Pero le daría un gran abrazo a mis mejillas y aguantaría, mi amor. ¡Sé que amas mi pequeño trasero, pero lo que viene a continuación podría ser demasiado incluso para ti!”
“I’m glad my farts weren't so bad this time. But I’d give my cheeks a big hug and hold on, my love. I know you love my little butt, but what comes next might be a bit much for even you!”
You were so mortified by the revelation that the most horrible smells you thought you’d ever witness ‘weren’t bad’ for Isabella that you missed your chance to call out, let alone let her know that you would end up being much closer to the ‘action’ than up above in her cheeks… Of course, you still tried, but as soon as you opened your mouth—
BLLLLRRRRSSSSSSHHTTTT!!!
SPPPLLLLLLLRRTPPPTTTT!!!
PPREAASHHHPLAPPLORPPPPPPssshhttt…
In the absolute most disgusting moment of your life (in an apparent string of disgusting moments), Isabella’s pink and brown starfish finally opened wide, and a veritable waterfall of shit blasted down on you. Gallons and gallons (to your perspective) of semi-liquid sludge more or less poured out of Isabella’s ass and right onto you, more than anyone’s fair share forcing its way into your mouth since you had been mid-scream when she started her barrage. You were battered every which way in the now completely fetid water as Isabella continued to unload on top of you, and by the time you made it to the surface you were ashamed to realize you had been force-fed huge quantities of Isabella’s slimy shit.
You were sure that you’d be throwing it all up immediately, but you found yourself too busy trying to swim in the toxic soup that was now splattered everywhere in the toilet bowl. It didn’t help that every time you thought she was done, Isabella would shift herself above you to get comfortable, and had the uncanny ability to let lose another waterfall right on you all over again, even though she still had no idea you were under her. By the time she really WAS finished, her humongous ass above just as plastered as the disgusting bowl below, you were pretty sure you’d eaten more of her refuse than you had food the day before this horrible Mexican adventure of yours.
With a big sigh of satisfaction, Isabella slowly stood up in yet another sickening display as her cheeks came back together, squishing all the filth that was still dripping off of them between her bulbous butt-bags as she turned to find… that you weren’t where she had left you. She panicked for a split second, having a horrifying vision of you getting caught deep in her cheeks when they were no doubt dirty, only to realize the truth was much worse when she saw your struggling form… and she nearly threw up right on top of you.
“¡Oh, Dios mío, Dennis, ¿qué estás haciendo?! Mi amor, ¡NADIE merece estar allí cuando lo estoy usando! ¡¿Que estabas pensando?! ¡Podrías haberte ahogado!”
“Oh my gosh, Dennis, what are you doing?! My love, NO ONE deserves to be in there when I’m using it! What were you thinking?! You could have drowned! What happened?”
You couldn’t help being relieved that Isabella had seen you and not just flushed (although maybe that would have been better), sure that she would very quickly help you out, but as you tread ‘water’ in her muck, instead of helping you she… lectured you? Did she really expect you to apologize or something? As Isabella stared down at you, you realized that she wouldn’t be helping without some kind of explanation, so you did your best to defend yourself even as you continued to bob in her shit swamp.
“I didn’t do this on purpose! I got light headed and fell in! And then… and then you… it was horrible! I even… oof… I even ended up being forced to EAT a bunch of it!”
“Dennis, ¿tú… te COMISTE mi mierda? Y... ¿MUCHO incluso?”
“Dennis, you… you ATE my shit? And… a LOT of it even?”
“Yes! For god’s sake I got FULL on it! I couldn’t do anything to stop it!”
You hoped this was enough explanation, especially as Isabella looked even more like she was going to be sick… and then her eyes glazed over again in a way you were beginning to dread. You tried to get her attention, asks her for help, anything to get out, but Isabella was already lost in her thoughts.
She had been almost as disgusted as you were with the whole thing, after all, before today no one had even been able to stick by her when she was gassy… She would have never thought anyone could even SURVIVE being at ground zero of one of her bathroom breaks, and now she’d heard that you’d EATEN her crap… in fact, you had more or less gorged yourself on it. She felt like she’d never forgive herself (completely missing that she still hadn’t helped you), and then… she remembered. Could THIS be the kind of ‘accidental intimacy’ she had to look forward to? Was THIS how Dennis would be showing his ‘love’ for her when she raised his intimacy? How many kinds of ‘accidents’ would he have by the time she raised his intimacy to high levels?
Even just the thought of this…
1. …made her orgasm. Her delusion grows about how fantastic her husband is (and she’s now convinced you’re obsessed with EVERYTHING about her butt), despite all ‘playing hard to get’.
2. …made her remember a warning in the manual… Tinies aren’t supposed to be able to handle exposure to even small amounts of excrement… and you ATE a bunch. Are you… actually human after all?! ((This warning doesn’t exist unless you choose this path.))
3. …is interrupted by her realizing she doesn’t have anything to use as toilet paper… except you? It can’t be worse than eating it… right?
4. …led her back to getting sick.
229 views
·
May 29, 2023
Sign in to comment