You feel a small cloud of warmth wash over your hands. You ignored it and helped to pull up her pants. Then, a thick gassy smell assualted your nose. Ms. Bobblebeaut just farted. You ignored it amd tryed to be polite, but a few seconds later that same warmth flooded your hands and hit your nose. Then, you began to shrink. You grabbed onto her pants and held on for life as you shrunk down to the length of an eraser. You pulled yourself into her pants. "Hey, Little Man! Where'd you go?" Cherry was looking for you. "Godammit. I spooked him with my gas." She pulled up her pants. With you in them. "At least now I can let loose." Wait. Let loose what. Not more gas! Yes more gas. "BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRTRRTTTRTRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTY TTTTTRTRRTTRTTTPPPPPPPPPPPPP" Over ten straight seconds of nauseating gas erupted from her huge ass. You had to do something. But what?
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