Dylan’s excitement was at a peak, but before he could decide his next move, a deep, ominous rumble vibrated through the crevice, louder than before. “Oh, no, that’s a big one,” he muttered, his voice a mix of thrill and trepidation. The fart exploded with a thunderous BRRRRT, a hot, forceful gust that blasted over him, the stench rancid and overpowering, like a mix of sulfur and musk. The sheer power of it dislodged Dylan, sending him tumbling deeper into the crevice, closer to the anus’s core. “Whoa!” he yelped, landing with a soft thud against the puckered, pulsing surface, the heat and scent now suffocatingly intense.
“Holy… okay, that was something,” Dylan gasped, his voice raw but tinged with a grin. The anus loomed around him, its warm, soft ridges enveloping his tiny frame, the boxer fabric barely holding him in place. “You’re a freaking volcano, man,” he muttered, his hands gripping the skin, feeling its twitch and pulse. The gas lingered, thick and earthy, and though Dylan coughed, he wasn’t mad—just caught in the wild thrill of it. “Not my favorite part, but… damn, this is intense,” he said, chuckling. “Giant farts are no joke.”
James settled back, the cheeks tightening around Dylan, the pressure returning with a vengeance. “Oof, easy!” Dylan grunted, his discomfort spiking but his fascination undimmed. The closeness to the anus’s core was exhilarating, the heat and musk a sensory overload, and thoughts of James’s chubby, massive body kept him hooked. “Alright, I’m in the danger zone,” he whispered, his heart racing.
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