"No way to know as long as we're inside..." You said. Funnily enough, it seems Lillian's ridiculous claims of her getting you used to farts seemed to bear fruit, you weren't hit as hard by the smell, which was in no way pleasant, as Jen, who was definitely struggling more.
"Then again, I don't think it'll be safe to be gone with the wind" You added, making Jen chuckle. Even in bad situations, you often tried to lighten the mood, and were glad it worked this time as well, but that little joy was not to last as everything around you began shaking like an earthquake, and deeper and louder groans came from the dark depths behind you.
"I take it that the thing about there being other women to beat Lillian in booty and farts was no joke..." Jen said with a shudder. As the groans intensified, she grabbed you and pressed your body against hers before she quickly got on her stomach (and you) and clung to the 'ground' as tightly as she could. After the first fart, she had been worried about either herself or you getting blasted off, but seeing that this was going to be a much bigger one, she seriously feared for you. You didn't even protest, as you had been caught like a deer in headlights, too stunned to process what was happening. A few seconds later, the gigantic hurricane roared its way past you... Does Jen's grip endure? Or will you get blasted out regardless? In any case, whose body are you in?
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