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Tour Group - Chapter 38
🕑 Added 2021-09-21 09:57:45 +0000 UTCIt took Evan ten minutes to reach the edge of the bed and jog alongside it to the foot that touched the ground. All the while, he glanced up at the bed, seeing the underside of it and noticing how the mattress sagged in the middle, pushing through the gaps in the slats holding it up. The top of it though remained high above him, but at his size, the idea of climbing it didn't worry him too much. All he could think about was Danielle.
***
On top of the bed, the tiny woman was indeed in hell. Even in the few minutes since she had showered, the faint scent of soap had vanished from the giantess's skin, and was quickly overpowered by the reek coming from her puckered asshole. The entire stretch of hot skin at the bottom of the canyon between her ass cheeks oozed the stench, and along with it, almost imperceptible droplets of sweat.
While they were small, the bead of salty fluid quickly coalesced to form a thin film of sweat that clung to every inch of the damp cavern of Becca's ass. Unfortunately for Danielle, she too now formed a part of this, and was not exempt from being drenched in the dozing oaf's perineal perspiration.
The tepid liquid was all Danielle could sense in the pitch black prison, as the immense butt cheeks gently squeezed her between them. From the floor beneath her, she guessed that the cruel giantess was lying on her belly, as her ass was free to spread over her hips. This small kindness, she was sure, was nothing more than a coincidence. If only she knew the real reason that Becca slept with her ass up.
She had been battered about while the giantess had gotten comfortable, but it had been a few minutes since she had last moved dramatically, and all Danielle could feel was the gentle tilting up and down of her waist as she breathed, deep in slumber. She dared to move and found that her tiny arms were able to slide along the slick, coated walls. She twisted her body so that instead of having her face pressed against the inside of the redhead's ass, she was at least only looking down the enormous crack.
It truly was astounding how dark it was in the lady's rump, as the touching flesh blocked out all light from entering. Danielle wondered if she would be able to climb out of this vile prison, but any efforts to rise along the walls was dashed by the same slipperiness that afforded her the freedom to move. She tried jumping, but her tiny legs barely generated enough power to push her a little way up the Irish woman's crack. Even then, the moment her momentum stopped carrying her, she slid back down to the row of skin between the mounds.
Danielle slipped on the wet surface and landed on her hands and knees. Unfortunately, her hands landed on somewhat firmer skin. Blind in the dark depths of Becca's booty, she felt around the tense flesh, trying to figure out what she had found. The differing surface seemed to span the entire width of the canyon, even curling up the walls on either side a little. It was less even, even compared to the slightly bumpy skin. Danielle's hand fell into a crevice in the ground, and dipped into a thickened, concentrate of the sweat that covered the walls. She pulled it out quickly, before realizing that it was not a hole, but a dip in the almost wrinkled ground.
It even smelled worse on the bizarre land. Almost like …
***
Donald slammed into the warm, wet folds of Vivian's cunt, her urine instantly drenching him before soaking into the tissue behind him. He shut his eyes just in time, but his mouth had stayed open for just long enough to catch a taste of her piss. The foul fluid Made his tongue tingle and he gagged as he was smothered against the elderly woman's crotch. A few stray pubes pressed against his arms, scratching at his skin as the giantess held him firmly in place. He could hear the pulsing of her womanhood and was terrified that she was becoming aroused, fortunately, he gave himself far too much credit.
The man groaned as Vivian started to move the toilet paper, massaging her pussy as she wiped all of her urine away. Donald was rubbed against the enormous flesh until the slight musk of the woman was on him, albeit overshadowed by the scent of her pee. After a few seconds, the giantess withdrew the tissue and Donald along with it. She held him near the front of the toilet bowl, far enough that he could look up through the gap between her thighs and the seat.
Donald blinked away tears as the piss stung his eyes, but managed to keep them open, to gaze up the enormous bitch's crotch, along her abdomen, up to her bunched up dress. She was leaning forward, so that the puny man could see her face as she said.
'You were lucky that I had only peed.'
Donald knew a threat when he heard one, but she must have been finishing, so he didn't think he was at risk of her other bodily motions.
'For your sake … let's hope the next occupant of this stall does the same.'
With those final words, Donald felt the firmness behind him vanish and the heavy, wet toilet paper that he was laying on started to fall.
'Hey! Wait!' Donald screamed as the giantess started to stand, her body rushing away from him as he fell. There was nothing to hold onto and he tumbled down with the paper until it hit the water, his body pushing it down as water leapt up around him. Donald lashed out at the paper, hoping to be able to climb it to get up, but the tissue dissolved in the lukewarm mixture of toilet water and urine. He thrashed against the bands of heavy paper that lapped at his limbs, but managed to stay afloat as the wad vanished into the water, leaving him alone in the deep well of the toilet.
Donald looked up, gasping as his entire body was covered in the fetid water. He saw Vivian peering down at him, with a sly smile on her face.
'Just make sure the next person doesn't flush you away,' she sang as she stepped away, leaving only a view of the ceiling for the tiny man to yell at.
'Come back here, you bitch! Get me out of here!' he yelled, but no one heard him, and he soon heard the door to the stall slam shut behind the giantess as she left him, kicking to stay alive in a pool of her urine.
***
Evan reached the top of the bed after 15 minutes of relentless climbing. His arms and shoulders ached from the effort, but he was a man possessed. As he summited the corner of the steppe, he slumped into the soft sheets to catch his breath. He was surprised how fit he actually was when it mattered, but now that he was longer at risk of falling, the adrenaline dissipated and so too did his energy. He had endured a lot this morning, and he was exhausted. He tilted his head, glancing at the nearby foot of the overweight colossus that was holding Danielle prisoner.
Becca's toes were pointed outward, her enormous sole staring at Evan, it's deep creases and chubby bumps mocking him. The dirt that she had picked up on the walk from the bath to the bed was easily enough to cover Evan several times over, so vast was her foot. It reminded him of what he was up against. What they were up against. Danielle was still his foremost concern and her wellbeing simply had to be priority.
But he simply couldn't stand. His body refused to move, succumbing to fatigue and demanding rest before anything else. He continued to look on, mapping his route to save his girlfriend. The fat giantess was laying on her stomach, with her legs spread out. He couldn't see around the heel of her foot, but he was certain that the sight ahead wouldn't be pretty. He just needed to regain his strength before he freed Danielle from the hellish prison to which she had been confined. Surely another minute wouldn't make a diff…
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT.
The sheer rumbling of the sound shook Evan to his core, and the sound was deafeningly loud even from a distance. For a moment, he thought that a train was rushing by, but he quickly realized what the sound truly was and he found the energy to get to his feet. There was no time to rest. He prayed that Danielle was okay, but that sound could only mean one thing.
***
The realization that she was crawling on the cruel Irish woman's immense butt hole reached Danielle's mind far too late. She just about had time to lift a hand from the surface in disgust when the pit erupted. The tiny girl was thrown backwards, rising into the tight crack as the ear-shattering blast tote it's way up towards freedom. The nauseating gas penetrated the helpless girl's lungs, coating her mouth with the taste of Becca's shit. Her eyes burned as the seething fumes knocked past her. It all happened so fast that she didn't get a chance to capitalize on the upward momentum.
Danielle slipped halfway up the tight crack between Becca's enormous butt cheeks before the gas rushed on, leaving her trapped in the sweaty flesh. As the air vanished, the skin closed in on Danielle, smothering her like a bug. She gasped for air, but none came other than the foul remnants of the redhead's fart. Even as she tried to move her arms to push the meat away, she felt herself slipping back towards the gaping asshole from which the terrible gas had come. And she had no way to stop.
Even as her lungs burned with the toxic fumes, she refused to give up, thrashing and clawing in vain at the sleeping giantess's endless ass. She continued to fight despite her descent and was still ripping at Becca's skin when she slipped out of the crack and fell a few millimeters through the void that ran along her perineum, right onto the tough bands of her anus. She had to escape.
***
The stall swung open. Donald couldn't see the door, but he saw the change in light through the ring of the toilet seat. He was tiring, having been treading water for the past ten minutes, if you could call it water. In reality, it was little more than a soup of Vivian's piss, and the tiny man was very aware of that fact, as tiny droplets made their way into his mouth from time to time. But that would all soon stop.
'Oh, thank God!' Donald said as a shadow fell over the toilet.
A blonde head of hair appeared above, then a pale forehead. He guessed from the longer hair and his being in the women's restroom that it was a woman, but she didn't come into view.
'Yeah, yeah, I know, the terrible signal,' she complained.
'Hey! Help me!' Donald shouted between his ragged breaths.
'Uh huh. Yeah. Yeah. What?' she continued to babble above him. She stepped forward and all of a sudden her whole body came into view, and Donald glanced up the length of her impressive figure. She wasn't fat per-say but she wasn't skinny either. Donald caught sight of two thick, white thighs that rose together up to the bottom of a pair of very short denim shorts. Above this, her bare belly was round and soft, hanging a little over her waistband. Above that, an impressive rack protruded from her chest, covered by a thin, black, tank top. Even from such a distance, Donald could see that she wasn't wearing a bra, her sagging breasts evidence enough, although no nipple showed in the African heat.
He couldn't make out her face beyond her bosom, but her hair seemed to stop somewhere around her face. He glanced at an angled cut along the side as she turned sideways, a cell phone pressed against her ear. The blonde hair seemed to be shorter at the back, growing as it came down towards her face.
'Hey! Down here, bitch!' Donald yelled, but he had no chance of being louder than the telephone between him and her ear. He watched helplessly as she turned her back on him.
'Look, I'm gonna have to call you back,' the new giantess said, hanging up and mumbling a complaint about the terrible reception as she stuffed the phone into her pocket.
Donald opened his mouth to try to get some attention but he was drowned out by a loud unzipping noise, followed by a somehow louder gurgling.
'Oh fuck,' the giantess groaned, 'Stupid buffet seafood!'
The words sent a chill down Donald's spine as he knew all too well what the blonde was complaining about … and what she was about to do.
'Nooooo!' he screamed as he glanced at her thumbs slipping into the waistband of her shorts and tugging them urgently down to her knees. Her panties came down too, and she bent forward to push them further, sticking her bottom back over the toilet. Donald caught a glimpse of the twin mounds of her ass as they split just a little, revealing a tightly strained pucker.
Karen had been holding it all in for too long, and she was so close. With her clothing clear, she released her legs and plopped down onto the plastic toilet seat with a loud clatter. Her cheeks spread apart and Donald had only a moment to see the dark brown asshole wink as her huge form filled the opening overhead.
'Wait!' He screamed, but it was already too late. His cry for mercy was lost as the 49-year-old sales representative moaned a sigh of relief … or rather release.
Karen's colossal asshole burst open and a solid her of hot, brown liquid shot out. The column came straight down, crashing onto the surface of the water, sending a hail of droplets flying around the bowl. The mixed rain of urine and diarrhea went in every direction, splashing Donald as he was thrown out against the side of the bowl. The powerful stream of shit punched into the lake, creating a succion in the middle, which quickly started to pull the puny man towards it.
Along with her shit came a welcome release of gas that had been building in the woman's bowels, the steamy air filling the bowl and seeping out from the tiny gap between her crotch and the front of the toilet seat. Karen would have gagged at the smell had she not been sweating from the sweet relief of opening her burning belly.
In the literal shit storm around him, Donald had only one goal. Don't get sucked into the steam of faeces that was rapidly filling the water. If he found himself underneath it, he had no doubt that it would push him under and hold him there until he drowned in the gigantic blonde's shit.
Comments
cambodio2
had a feeling this might happen to Donald!
