When Emily gets up you begin sliding down the cellulite mottled curve of her ass. Its a bumpy ride, for a second, then she goes fully vertical and you fall away from her flesh entirely. Expecting a distended plummet down the length of her leg you start to scream, but a white sheet catches you bringing you to a safe if slightly dizzy halt. You look up and see Emily's crack like a chasm splitting the sky. A glance around reveals your location if it wasn't already obvious -- the interior of her panties. If the ass above you were to erupt with gas again you'd now have no buffer between your nostrils and its foul flatulence.
Emily follows your Mom, Sally, into the kitchen. Her friend gathers chips and a bowl while she stands by the cabinets her hand poised between two jars. 'Mild or hot?' She preferred her salsa spicy, but it always wound up giving her the worst gas. She shrugged and grabbed it anyway. Then when Tina wasn't looking she hiked up her panties.
You make peace with Emily's butt crack and start to enjoy your temporary living quarters, lying back on the cottony inside of her panties, observing the cleft above as a stargazer might the big dipper. Then before you could name even one pattern of moles your 'sky' falls on you, or more accurately your 'ground' is hoisted up. You scream and shield your face as if that could somehow stop a thousand tons of ass.
The butt-crack expands in the sky eventually filling all the world with its shadow. You get a preview of the stink to come as the pantie-cloth wedges up in between her buttocks taking you with it. The smell of stale farts leaves no doubt in your tiny brain as to where you are -- about to be shoved up the ass of your Mom's best friend. As fleshy walls close around you, you pound against them in a desperate attempt to get noticed. In response her buttocks slam clench on either side of you like the fat bellies of a pair of sumo wrestlers locked in a shoving match. Now all you can do is struggle as warm skin enfolds you and the smell of human refuse embraces you.
Emily and Tina return triumphantly to the living room with the chips and salsa which they immediately set down on the coffee table for the other women to enjoy. Emily wastes no time snatching herself a chip and loading onto it a heaping glob of salsa. As she chews it down she wonders again what the uncomfortable itch up her butt is. She tries to ignore it, but within moments it is so irritating she can think about little else. 'Maybe it's just a little dingle-berry,' she did have some hairs down by her butt-hole that were difficult to keep clean. That or she left a wad of toilet paper up there from earlier today.
As she bites down on another chip Emily considers her options, should she...
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