The door song open and Jess walked in. she wore nothing but a night shirt that barely reached her mid-hips. Jim knew that she was a beautiful young woman, but having baby sat her since she was 12 and known her for even longer, he couldn’t really see her in a sexual light; really it was more like looking at his little sister and just grossed him out to think of her that way. And seeing her black thong peeking out of the bottom of her butt cheeks as the edge of her nightshirt flared in her movements far up above, Jim really didn’t need to see that.
Then she reached up while facing away from Jim and pushed her night shirt up so that she could hook her thumbs into the thin waist of her thong. Jim watched as that little peak of black fabric from the bottom of the bubbly cheeks started to grow as more and more was pulled from between the round globes. Finally, it was all free and she bent to slide the tight garment down past her knees.
It was at that moment that Jim snapped back to attention and realized he needed to stop gawking and start yelling! He didn’t know how she would react to seeing him like this, but he needed help. But just as Jim was about to stand and call out to the giantess, he felt a familiar wave of nausea wash over him, keeping him from moving as he watched Jess hike up her night shirt and start to ben over.
The twin moons of flesh got bigger and bigger as Jess bent to sit down. Whether that was simply because they were getting closer or because Jim felt himself shrinking smaller again, he didn’t know. The nausea stopped just before her cheeks slammed down onto the rubber raining seat, Jim firmly squashed between her right cheek and the purple surface with only his head free to watch the events taking place within the bowl.
Pain. That was Jim’s first thought. Absolute pain of having a 3-ton giantess sit on his now tiny body. His body was spread out under her colossal cheek, every bone and muscle feeling the strain of having her weight come to rest right on top of him. Jim would have screamed in agony had his lungs not had all the air forced out of them when they were practically flattened, all he could do now was cry out in silence, his face screwed up in horrific torture.
The only thing that was able to distract Jim from the pain, was what Jess did next. There was a distant grumble up above that seemed to quickly grow closer. Then there was a slight hissing sound that Jim couldn’t quite pinpoint. And finally, a deafening blast echoed throughout the white bowl, making Jim’s ears ring, just before the smell hit him.
It was rancid! How could a pretty teenage girl have such fowl farts? It reeked of beans and rice and meat; maybe she had Mexican last night. Just as Jim was done hacking at the last one, another came shooting out of the girl, and another, each one more horrible than the last. He heard her grunt a few times, and then she pressed down harder on the toilet seat as if she were preparing for something.
Then Jim heard something new, instead of a blast like a cannon, this sounded like a wet crackle and it was much more prolonged. Squinting through the darkness of the sealed bowl, Jim saw something dark starting to peak its way out from between Jess’s cheeks. Little by little, it steadily grew longer. Jim caught a whiff of the thing and gaged, if the farts had been bad, this thing was a horror show just waiting t happen. Jim tried to wriggle away, but he was completely immobile under the cheek, all he could do was shack his head in useless denial.
And then the log broke away and fell to the clear waters below, splashing a few droplets upwards, a couple making it up to hit across Jim’s face. After a second to let things die down, Jess started to grunt again, and soon another dark form slid its way out of her cheeks before splashing down in the now tainted waters.
Log after log was sent tumbling down into the waters below, the pile quickly growing. Jim was witness to it all, being splashed each time by worse and worse liquid as he struggled to breath, his nose feeling as though it was starting to curl up and die in the face of all this stink. But eventually, the dumping cam to an end, a few farts to punctuate the last of it. All was silent, for a bout three seconds before a stream of high-powered yellow began to gush out of the giantess, hitting the filthy waters and sending a constant misty spray back up to Jim. He wasn’t even surprised at this point.
The pee finally died down, and it seemed that Jess was FINALLY done. Jim felt her shift up above him, the muscles clenching and preparing for the giantess’s next move.
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