This choice: Cody goes with Gwen and chooses to be carried in the pocket • Go Back...Chapter #7A Pocket Full of Gas by: Unknown Original by Azazel-8
“I’ll go with you, preferably in the pocket.” Though he could see full-well where Gwen’s pocket was, and dreaded the potential implications, Cody definitely didn’t want to be in a boot.
Not bothering with a verbal response, Gwen just nodded and snatched up her shrunken friend, bringing him around behind her in one swift motion and dropping him into the pocket held open by her other hand. Unconcerned with any potential ramifications for the tiny boy, the giant goth released the pocket and allowed it to close completely around Cody.
Though he’d expected it to be tight, the little nerd was surprised by just how tight Gwen’s pocket really was, the coarse fabric of the jeans pressing him hard against her amble rear. He was still able to smell the heady scent of his crush’s flatulence, though he was unsure now if it was coming from himself or from a lingering fog of gas around her butt. In either case, he really hoped that she’d gotten it all out of her system with that last bombardment.
Oblivious to her passenger’s thoughts, Gwen grabbed her phone and wallet and shoved them down her cleavage before heading out the door. She lived close enough to the local shops that she could get there by walking, and she paid little attention to the shifting of her hips as she moved, unaware of the way her sashaying movement was pulling Cody against her ass. The shrunken boy was being rhythmically pulled tighter against the goth’s right cheek with every second step, only to be released with the next, and then almost immediately returned to his previous torment. This continued for several minutes before the movement finally stopped, as up above Gwen stopped to grab herself a coffee and bagel to fuel up for the day ahead.
While he was thankfully that her hips had stilled, Cody could only shudder as he started to hear the tell-tale gurgling sound of building gas, whimpering in fear at the thought that there was somehow even more to come. Whether it was left over from that morning, or a fresh wave fuelled by the coffee and bagel that quickly disappeared down Gwen’s throat as she resumed her torturous walk towards the shops, her long strides were soon joined by a renewed flatulent assault.
In no-time at all Cody was once again bathing in the noxious fumes, fart after fart slipping from the goth girl’s rear with each step. On the outside they were soft or silent and the tight jeans prevented any obvious movement in the surrounding cheeks, but inside those jeans a hurricane of gas was trapped within the pocket’s confines, soaking into the unfortunate tiny from every direction. Thick heavy blasts assaulted him head on, even as quite hisses seeped into his skin, and silent bubbles continued to burst around his head. From his miniature perspective the gas seemed to be infinite, a bottomless well of torturous fumes that gave him no release. Cody wasn’t even given the luxury of losing consciousness, as each time he started to slip a fresh blast forced him back awake.
For her part, Gwen barely even noticed as she gassed her friend into oblivion, just happy to get the chance to release some more of the lingering pressure in her bowels, while wondering how it got this bad. She hadn’t forgotten where Cody was, but she figured if he’d survived her assault that morning he’d be fine this time too, and it served him right for perving on her anyway. She was careful to step around anyone else on the streets this early, not wanting the noxious fumes to be traced to her, but continued to give her friend a front-row seat to her near-endless releases.
It was at the point when Cody thought he was going to burn to death from the heat alone when Gwen finally seemed to run out of fuel, her flatulence petering out with a few little poots before ceasing completely, just in time for the goth girl to approach the much more crowded mall before her. Stepping into the crowd, Gwen heading towards…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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