Scott couldn't help but stare at her denim jeans as they stretched over every inch of her big bottom. It suddenly dawned on him that if he did not do something quick, he was going to be crushed by his girlfriend's big Latin booty!
Scott darted for the edge of the cushion as the dark shadow cast by Alma's ass kept growing. With one last effort, Scott leaped forward, barely escaping being crushed by his girlfriend's butt cheek as it slammed into the cushion.
Scott regained his composure, stood up, and gazed at his giant girlfriend. Turning his eyes to her massive butt cheeks, He couldn't help but think about how he was almost squished under those denim clad glutes.
The ground started to shake as Alma leaned over to grab the TV remote. He lost his balance and rolled toward her, slamming to a stop against her thigh. The fabric of her jeans still had a faint smell to them from her fart. It was hard for Scott to not notice the stench at his miniscule size.
Alma clicked the TV on. The sound from the TV was loud and Scott knew that she would never hear him from where he was standing. Suddenly, Alma began to shift in her seat. She leaned her ass to the side causing her cheek to lift. He was trying hard to keep his balance when he saw her butt rise. He realized that he was about to roll under her! He grabbed onto the cushion and held on for dear life. Eventually Alma settled down, her butt cheek coming to rest close enough to almost crush his feet.
Scott knew that he had to get his girlfriend's attention before he ended up getting crushed under her ass! His only option he saw was to climb her. He tried to look up at her face, though it was blocked by her big boobs. From what he could see, her attention was directed to the TV. Scott decided to gamble that she had settled down and wouldn’t shift her butt much more. He walked up to her massive thigh and grabbed a hold of her jeans. He found it an easy climb and soon he was standing on the top of her right thigh.
Suddenly, Scott heard a loud familiar tune that seemed to come from underneath him. It's Alma's cell phone! His world began to shake again as Alma moved her body to reach into her right pocket. He lost his balance and rolled over the side of her thigh and landed on the couch in the spot right between her legs.
“Hello. Hi, Kelly, what’s goin’ on?”
Kelly was one of Alma’s friends. Scott remembered her well. She was an attractive brunette with nice large breasts. Her ass was nowhere near as large as Alma’s, but it was still good looking. One of the perks for dating Alma was hanging out with all her hot friends.
"Well I just got back from lunch. Scott and I went to that Mexican place you were telling me about. You know the one I'm talking about. He paid for it too, such a sweet guy. But you know, I think the food is giving me gas! I let out one big fart after he left."
Scott stood there between her legs. He stared at her crotch then up her shirt to the round mounds of her boobs protruding outward above. He was contemplating how he was going to get himself out of this situation while Alma kept talking.
"Yeah, Kelly, I bought the cutest pair of shoes today at the mall today. I actually bought three pair but these were the cutest! They have these…oh damn, Kelly, I got to let another one out!"
A loud noise erupted within her.
"FFFFFrrrrrbbbbbbtttttt!!!"
Suddenly, Scott's nostrils filled with the nastiest smell ever! Soon the only thing he could smell was the putrid stench of her fumes!
"Aaahhh! Much better! Guess my lunch is coming back to say hello. I’m just glad Scott left before I started farting."
The smell was horrific and all Scott could think about was getting out from between her legs. He had to get his girlfriend's attention somehow. Let her know he was here. Behind him was the edge of the couch and drop so long that it would most certainly mean instant death. He saw that his only option was to climb her, starting at Alma's crotch.
“What’s that? …Yeah, he did leave and it was strange. I didn’t hear him leave. He was there, then I turned and when I turned back around, he was gone! It was like he vanished or something. Really weird. Ok, Kelly, so about those shoes I was telling you about…”
Alma kept talking girl talk with Kelly as Scott walked to her Jean clad crotch. He grabbed ahold of the denim and started to climb. He was halfway past her zipper when he heard a "Bbbbrrrttt!" rumble from underneath the cushion. Shit! She just let out another one! Scott thought. All of the sudden a wave of warm stench blew over him. It was awful! Scott almost passed out, but he was able to stay conscious and hold on. The last thing he wanted to do was fall back into the smelly abyss between her legs.
By the time Scott reached Alma's waistband, she finished her conversation with Kelly. Seeing his opportunity, Scott began yelling.
"Alma! Alma! Down here!"
She didn't react. He was just too small to be heard. Scott knew that his only option was to climb up to get closer to her ear.
Alma just sat there watching TV, which made Scott's climb a lot easier. He had made it up her shirt and was able to struggle around her big boobs. He now grabbed on to the edge of the low cut part of her top. Scott was now staring directly into his girlfriend's massive cleavage. He followed the tan valley up to her neck and up to her big beautiful face. Scott's cock began to grow hard at the sight, but he tried to control himself. He had to get her attention.
He cried out once again "Alma! Alma!" but she just sat there.
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