Natalie is something of a ditz. She can only really hold onto one thought at a time. Because of this (and because of that terrible itch and the cute guy that's been so kind as to help her out), she fails to pay attention as the stops roll by, until at last the p.a. booms out her stop. "Like ohmygosh, I'm going to miss my stop!" She exclaims in a panic. She hops up and tugs her shorts on while dashingwaddling her way to the exit, completely forgetting you. This is unfortunate, as when she tugged her shorts up she scooped up your legs, trapping them along with the rest of you in her gigantic booty. Her shorts are so tight you can't move a finger, so you resign yourself to waiting for a more oppertune time to make your escape.
As she dashes out of the train, you thank the gods that you still have her panties between you and her, as even that little bit of exertion begins to make her sweat. She gets off the train and comes to her first main obstacle: the turn-style. As annoying as turn-styles are to average sized folk, for this woman and her monumental ass they're a real struggle. She turns sideways and starts to wiggle her way through, pressing you deeper in, until the only thing between your face and her asshole is the thin material of her pink panties. Unfortunately, this is the position you seem to be stuck in until she discovers you.
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As Natalie leaves the crowded subway tunnel for home, she thinks about what she will have for dinner, finally settling on Mexican, "it doesn't matter how gassy it makes me if I'm alone!" She says to herself. You shudder at that thought, hoping you'll be well out of the blast radius before that happens. But you thought too soon. As she boards the elevator she leans against the wall, pushing your nose right up against her butthole, and as she does so she releases an ENORMOUS fart, at point blank range. At first she's embarrassed, but since she can't smell it she decides to let loose. But what she doesn't know is the reason she doesn't smell them is because you are forced to breath every rancid particle. Your entire body vibrates (along with her ass...and the elevator compartment) with each thnderous blast. Finally, she makes her way to her apartment, where she...
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