Cody had no time to react as he found himself buried beneath the weight of Gwen’s right buttock, the heavy mass of cellulite driving him down into the cushioned surface of the stool to the extent that he found himself surrounded on all sides by a combination of cushioned fabric and warm flesh. If his body was normal it would certainly have been crushed under such immense pressure, but it seemed his loss of size had been compensation for by a significant increase in his physical resistance. He couldn’t necessarily say he was comfortable, but he was alive, and honestly it wasn’t so bad if he just focused on the fact that he was getting up close and personal with his crush’s lovely rear.
While Cody was focusing on the positives of his situation, Gwen was starting to feel uncomfortable. Her panties were starting to ride up into her crack, her overused stool was getting more and more uncomfortable by the day, and to make matters worse a painful pressure was building in her bowels. A particularly persistent lump under her right cheek was causing the most irritation, and she quickly attempted to smooth it out by twisting her rear deeper into the chair. When that didn’t work she started bouncing in place, continually lifted her booty an inch from the stool before ramming it back down again, interspersed with more twisting and grinding in an all-out attempt to destroy the annoying lump.
For her shrunken visitor the goth’s movements brought equal amounts of pleasure and pain. On the one hand, Cody got to experience the extremely pleasurable sensation of Gwen’s warm and smooth flesh being rubbed all over his tiny body. On the other hand the hammering blows of her bouncing and the grinding of the cheeks was starting to push his durability to its limits, his bones and muscles aching from the continuous impacts. And that was before the gas came.
While Gwen’s earnest attempts to demolish her discomfort were unsuccessful in ironing out that annoying lump, the constant movement did have the effect of moving the pressure in her bowels lower. Whereas the first few bounces had been accompanied only by an increasingly loud gurgling, her next landing was accompanied by a thunderous roar powerful enough to vibrate her own cheeks as a noxious storm of gas bombarded the stool at point-blank range. Sighing in relief, Gwen redoubled her efforts, each bounce now accompanied by a powerful blast of flatulence, and each grind now targeted more at ensuring that the smell was pressed down into the stool than any remaining care for the unfortunate lump.
Down below, Cody could barely believe what was happening. He had gone from being trapped beneath a dangerous but manageable posterior, to being bombarded over and over again by hot stinky farts and a now visibly sweating ass warmed by the heat of its own emissions. His arms trapped at his sides by the successive impacts, he was unable to even cover his nose as several bouts of gas were forced straight down his nostrils and deep into his lungs, nearly choking him on the noxious fumes. To make matters worse the horrid smell was leeching not just into his own person but into the stool as well, ensuring that he was surrounded with the endless stench.
This torment continued for nearly two full minutes as Gwen released the entirety of her morning gas onto her unfortunate victim, her shifting ass only coming to a stop once the last of the pressure was released in a single long hiss that soaked deep into Cody’s body. Smiling to herself in satisfaction, the pale girl finished applying her lipstick and eyeliner, shifting again just slightly as she noted with some annoyance that the lump she had felt before had somehow endured her ass bombardment.
Finally deciding to just get up and see what exactly was causing her all this bother, Gwen rose from the stool and spun around, covering her nose with one hand as she peered down at the thoroughly fumigated piece of furniture. What she saw left her staring in confusion. Imprinted into the stool was the shape of a human, slightly sunken into the surface of the cushion but still protruding enough to explain the irritation she had felt. And it was trying to move. In fact it kind of looked like…
“Cody?” Confusion turned to shock as Gwen reached down and peeled the unpleasantly warm body of her tiny friend from the stool, mouth gaping as she watched him wave tiredly in her direction.
Still reeling from his earlier abuse, Cody could barely muster the energy to speak as he hung limply from the giant girl’s fingers. “He… hey Gwen. Umm… little help?”
Still in shock, Gwen went to bring Cody closer to her face before recoiling quickly at the horrid smell. “Ugh… you smell like ass.” She chuckled slightly as she remembered just why that was, and dumped the little boy onto her dresser as she took a seat. “How did you even get like this?” Pausing in thought, the goth girl frowned, and headed off any possible response with a further question. “Where you spying on me? Don’t tell me your stalking has escalated this much.” She wanted to believe her little friend was better than that, but she wasn’t so sure.
“No no, not at all.” Regaining some of his strength at the intense look that he was receiving, Cody shot up straight and shook his head, ignoring his lingering dizziness from the gas. “I mean your ass is great and any man would be lucky to…” He trailed off as Gwen’s eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t spying, I swear. I have no idea how I ended up like this.”
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