This choice: Gwen starts to feel gassy. • Go Back...Chapter #5Gwen starts to feel gassy. by: Yolo88  The titanic spheres of soft flesh grind against each other with each step, flattening the little women stuck in between them, plastering her on the sexy shape of Gwen's behind. All her training, her defined body, her muscles could do nothing against the annihilating power of Gwen’s ass. It would helplessly grind her back into flatness every time she would try to push against them with her back, only to feel her arms bend under the constricting rubbing of the massive cheeks that would move one upward and one downwards with each step Gwen took.
“I hope it’s not too smelly down there, this heat really makes me sweaty” Gwen said, lying since the feeling of her sweat collecting in the gap between her cheeks rather than on her panties made her feel only better, about her revenge. a sort of squeaking sensation inside her behind, as the liquid would squelch, splatting between the two globes, while they also press the tiny prisoner into a coffin made of skin and salty butt sweat.
Heather regretted it all. She regretted making fun of her, and torturing her, and now she was stuck inside a woman’s butt. which seemed like a lifetime to her. Even now she didn’t know how long Gwen had been running, every movement, every grinding felt the same as the previous one, she lost count. When Gwen stopped for the second time Heather could feel how much pain she had endured. Her bones were aching, her muscles on fire. Gwen leaned on a bench to catch her breath, drinking a little bit of water from her bottle, before pouring some on her face, to fight the heat.
“I’m so tired. I think I’ll take a little break” Gwen said carelessly sitting down on the bench. All of a sudden the world started to fall for Heather, a strong acceleration made her feel dizzy before Gwen’s immense weight plopped down heavily upon her, flattening her in between the squeezing cheeks as they were pressed against the bench, making her scream and cry in pain as her bones were crackling while her body was squished between the compressed cheeks. But the worst had yet to come.
Gwen waited till a couple of people ran in front of her, surpassing her, before timidly looking around to be sure she was alone. Then with a little effort of her stomach, she let out a long held fart, PPPPHHHTTT, releasing herself with the pleasure of freedom, sighing in pleasure while her gas erupted out of her butthole, filling the gap under her butt with foul, stinky air, increasing the heat and asphyxiating Heather as she was forced to inhale that terrible smell, as it replaced the air inside the tight leggings Gwen was wearing
“N-no… “ Heather said weakly, her struggling becoming weaker as Gwen’s fart was poisoning and smothering her, making her eyes water while the stink made her feel like her lungs were on fire all this while Gwen's weight didn’t give Heather a moment of rest from the crushing weight that was resting upon her.
“Eww that was bad, I’ve been holding it for so long. I can’t imagining how it must smell down there.” Gwen said finishing the sentence with a giggle, uncaring for the hell in which she had just put her tiny prisoner.
“At least you won’t lack of air” Gwen said causing her to laugh all over again. "Please just let me out" Heather begged to Gwen totally defeated. It felt so good for Gwen to finally hear Heather beg for her freedom but what does she decide?
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