"You must be dying to finally get an up close and personal experience with my ass," she whispers to you. You look at her incredulously although you are once again ignored. "I know much you love sniffing my farts every day; most guys pass out when they get just a whiff of my gas... but not you. That's how I knew you were the one."
Before you get a chance to respond you get swung around and flipped upside down until you're looking down her back. You can see the rolls of fat hanging over the exhausted waistband of her sweatpants. She hooks a finger into the back of her pants and underwear and pulls them open, exposing a deep, dark, terrifying pit below her huge, pale ass cheeks. A terrible and unfortunately familiar stench wafts up from the darkness, your small stature making it ten times worse than you remember it.
"You're in luck too, I had a big lunch today. Have fun in there!" Sally giggles.
"Hey, wait, WAIT!!" You cry as her fingers release you, sending you talking head first into the back of her open panties. You crash into her panties and tumble across the fabric, the light disappearing as she lets the elastic snap shut above you. Miraculously you're not hurt in the slightest, though injury is probably the least of your concern right now. You crawl around aimlessly in the humid darkness, struggling to breathe the heavy, noxious air. The heat from being so close to her is intense, and you have the displeasure of feeling her ass sweat drip on you occasionally.
SQULCH
Your hand lands in a thick, sticky, clay like substance as you're crawling around; you're sort of glad it's dark so you don't have to see what it is, but you're pretty sure you already know... and wish you didn't. You try to wipe it off on a more dry part of her panties, but you have to wonder if any part of them is truly clean at this point.
As Sally begins to leave the arcade you get tossed around even more by her huge thighs moving back and forth, forcing you into the middle of her underwear. With your eyes having adjusted to the darkness a bit more you can identify that your weight below her huge asscheeks, and you can hear a low gurgle emanating from in between them.
PPPPFFFFRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT
A horrible explosion of gas erupts from the deep crevice, the hot wind slamming into you, pinning you against her underwear as it washes over you like a tidal wave. The already stinking air is immediately worsened with the stench of eggs and rotten beef, and to make things worse it lingers around since you're now locked in here with it.
BBBRRRRAAAAPPPPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT
As you try to sit up another blast strikes you back down, pressing you against the fabric with such force you fear it may blow a hole through Sally's pants. You try to breath through your mouth to avoid smelling her gas, but the air is so saturated with stink you can practically taste it as well. You're not sure which experience is worse.
The entire walk back to her place you're forced to breathe nothing but her ass gas. On top of this the walking only exacerbates her sweating, and in no time at all her panties, and you, are soaked through with salty sweat. All of this combined makes the 10 minute journey feel like 10 years.
Once she finally arrives at her apartment...
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