This choice: Gwen decides to bite the bullet and stores Cody between her buttocks • Go Back...Chapter #9Stored Between Gwen’s Buttocks by: Unknown Original by Azazel-8
Gwen couldn’t help but laugh as she looked down at the utterly defenceless Cody, thinking of all the terrible things she could do to him while he was like this. She wasn’t actually going to do them of course. Even if he was an annoyance sometimes she didn’t hate him, but she couldn’t help but think of what she would be able to do if it was someone else in his position, someone worse.
Right now though what she needed to do was figure out where to store him, and the smirk on her face grew truly diabolical as a thought occurred to her. All of this had started because apparently Cody wanted to get a good look at her ass, and she’d been doing her best ever since to show him that he had to be careful what he wished for, but why not take it a step further. Covered up as he was, she didn’t have to worry about him seeing anything she’d be embarrassed about after all.
From Cody’s perspective he had no idea what Gwen was planning, unable to see or hear her as he lay on the bench, struggling but failing to manage even the smallest movement. He’d been worried before, but the loss of his primary senses and sealing of his limbs was starting to make him panic and he was almost relieved when he felt the pressure of his captor’s hand closing around him. The goth girl was saying something but he couldn’t make out the words through the cloth, and it didn’t seem like she was waiting for a response anyway, as he felt himself raised and brought towards her body.
What Cody was expecting was to be dropped into another pocket, or maybe just placed on some higher ledge. A small part of him hoped that maybe, just maybe, he would be placed in Gwen’s cleavage, since that seemed to be one of her favoured storage locations. And for a moment, as the hand tilted and he found himself sliding down between two massive soft structures emanating subtle warmth, the little nerd thought that his wildest dreams had come true. But then the smell hit him, and he realised with a rising dread that he’d been plunged into the darkest depths of hell.
High above, Gwen shuddered at the pleasant sensation of her friend’s tiny body sliding deep between her buttocks, continuing to hold her cheeks parted slightly until she was sure he’d gone as far as he would fit. Once the unfortunate boy had finally stopped sliding she released the cheeks and stood straight, almost moaning at the feeling of her cheeks compressing in around Cody’s form. A tingle of pleasure spread through her whole body as she slowly swayed her buttocks in a circular motion, and if she’d known he’d feel like this she would have just shoved him there to begin with.
Giving her butt one last good wriggle, Gwen reached down to grab a pair of panties from the bench, smiling as some lingering pressure in her bowels was released in a long soft hiss. She had thought she’d run out of gas, but it seemed that Cody’s presence was stimulating her into further production. She smirked as she pulled the panties up her legs and almost immediately hit them with another blast, chuckling at the thought of returning these fart-soaked clothes to the racks outside.
For Cody there was no humour in this situation. As soon as Gwen had stood he’d been instantly surrounding on all sides by suffocating walls of sweaty flesh, not to mention being trapped with the scent of her past emissions. It only became worse as a fresh wave of flatulence began to pour out, inexplicably emerging from a source he was sure should have dried out long ago. Outside, his tormentor was turning this into a game, happily blasting every new bit of clothing she tried on, underwear and pants alike, without any care or thought to what she was doing to him. Inside, Cody was struggling just to breath, while simultaneously wishing that Gwen had covered his mouth and nose as well. Sure he would have suffocated, but at least he wouldn’t be able to smell or taste.
Even when she eventually left the store, a couple of new items of clothing in her bags and a much larger number returned to the shelves with her own personal scent, Gwen didn’t bother to liberate her prisoner from his torment, figuring he could just stay there as she continued her search. In this way she carried Cody around to five more stores, continuing her game of gassing each item of clothing, not to mention bathing her tiny friend with a silent stream of farts as she walked.
By the time Gwen finally collapsed into an unoccupied seat in the mall’s food court she’d collected several bags of clothing, and Cody had been rendered near-comatose by a constant bombardment of gas. And unfortunately for him, it wasn’t nearly over yet.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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