Chapter #4Farting = Friendship by: Vaji  Soon enough, the entire room started to rumble beneath your feet as the distinct sound of her exposed feet would slap against the wooden floor. Your eyes firmly locked onto her as you could see her very bottom openly defy the laws of physics, as each step would cause tremors along her bubbly cheeks while they jiggled furiously from side to side.
As you watched the straining, pink underwear being torn by her hips. You failed to notice as a line of 4 other women trained after her, each and everyone who possessed an equally impressive set of buttmeat. Looking down, you realized that your fellow tribesmen had already abandoned their tasks and had fled into the walls toward their village. Not even giving a second thought to your wellbeing.
"Dangit Janice, that's the last time I let you order mexican food. I squirted more into my jammies than I did into the toilet last night." The first girl would exclaim rather agitated, followed by a loud churr and groan from her tummy.
"I already said I'm sorry, Emily! I had no idea you guys were lactose intollerant. I didn't mean for it to--" Janice was cut off as a bubbly fart bursted through through Emily's butthole, expelling some juices onto her panties as some would seep through her tightly pressed cheeks.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let's just watch a damn movie. Thankfully the couch is going to be thrown away tomorrow anyway." She sighed as the girls piled up infront of the couch, their toned behinds sticking out like roofs above your head as they bumped into each other. Their buttocks squeezing together tightly as to make enough room for everyone to fit.
"At least it's just us here. No need to feel embarassed about it, I guess." The asian girl next to Emily said cheerfully as she squatted above the couch, her huge cheeks parting slightly beneath her pyjama bottoms as she'd grunt, a short burst of slime splurting out her rectum as it'd coat the backside of her bottoms in a greenish-brown tint.
You had shuffled to the very back of the couch, although questioning if it even mattered considering the sheer size of their behinds. Your blood would run cold as ice as you saw them all squat in unison, their rears stretching across the cushions as an immense shadow was cast above you, blocking every light source from view.
"Either way, my bottoms are going to hate me today." Janice giggled as she nudged the asian lady's side with her elbow, who also started giggling. "I know right, I'm like, struggling to keep it in." she'd respond as their massive behinds firmly slammed against the cushion. The springs would creak and groan underneath their massive weight as their bubbly cheeks pressed even firmer against each other, struggling to fit within the small seats as they'd slightly overlap.
The Dangers of Climbing.
The sheer force of their butts smacking against the cusion caused you to bounce upward, soaring into the air only to fall back down and crash into a woman's spine. Panicing, you'd firmly grab onto the edge of her shirt.
127 Hours of Hell.
You'd shut your eyes in complete fear as their behinds crashed down all around you. After moments of realizing you weren't dead, you'd reopen them as you were in complete darkness, except for a tiny sliver of light pouring in from above. You were firmly wedged against a woman's payjama bottoms and the back of the couch.
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