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Shrinker on the Orient Express (10) - Munich to Vienna 2
🕑 Added 2021-02-20 08:06:23 +0000 UTCSeveral minutes passed, with Dom still firmly fixed beneath the giantess’s rear. The heavy odour of her gas still lingered in the false space beneath her, in which the young man resided. His eyes were still watering from the horrid fumes, but he had just managed to get over the initial nausea and was thinking a little more clearly. He couldn’t move, that much he was certain of, as the huge woman’s weight bore down on him, and he could hardly breathe, his lungs starting to burn as the injection of air, albeit disgusting, ran out. He started to gasp, knowing that he wouldn’t die from his asphyxiation, but unable to stop his body from panicking.
Meanwhile, Mila was starting to feel another pressure brewing in her belly. She had grabbed a quick sandwich on the way through the station, but perhaps it hadn’t been as fresh as she had thought. She groaned quietly as her belly rumbled in discontent. She tilted to one side, raising her sizeable left butt cheek off the seat as she strained to relieve the building storm within her.
On the seat, Dom felt a rush of fresh air as the huge weight of the woman was lifted by some unseen force. His smothered little body popped off of her butt and landed on the fabric seat. He just about managed to raise his head, his eyes wide with fear as he was very aware that he was still beneath her rump. At any moment, the goddess could sit back down and he would once again be trapped, with no air and no space to move. He tried to crawl to the side, away from the shadow of the giantess, but he made little progress. Just above his head, Mila’s expansive crack spread open within her skirt and Dom couldn’t see that he was directly in the line of the twitching hole that held back her faeces. With a big sigh, the pucker opened, and Mila released the horrid gas that was ailing her.
Dom screamed as the jet of scorching hot, fetid air blasted him form above, pushing him against the seat with the shear force of it. The smell was horrific, and brought tears to the helpless man’s already red eyes as the seemingly never-ending stream pummelled him. He felt like his skin was burning in the hot fart and was too weak to move when the wind finally did stop. He was left, curled into a ball, shaking in the smog of the woman’s gas, coughing and sputtering for another moment, not wanting to breathe in the air that his lungs so desperately desired. He should have taken the chance to fill them.
Still feeling the rumbling in her tummy, but satisfied with the light easing, Mila sat back down, cursing herself for eating the sandwich earlier and trusting in its quality. Her butt crashed down onto the seat like a boulder, smothering Dom’s struggling form without the slightest effort. He was slightly further from her butt crack this time, but the weight of the goddess was still more than sufficient to crush him like an ant.
Fortunately for Dom, this time, the humungous blonde felt the sensation of a tiny lump under her butt cheek. Unfortunately, her first thought was that it was crease in her skirt or the fabric of the chair, so she subconsciously ground her ass from side to side to iron it out. Dom was put through hell as his body was grated against the rough material by the woman’s unimaginably powerful booty. After what felt like hours of this torture, which were in fact only seconds, she stopped and it occurred to her that she might want to see what she was sitting on. She begrudgingly lifted her ass again, tilting on her hips, and reached down with one hand as her eyes never left the darkness rushing outside the window.
Dom felt the pressure on him lift once more, but this time, he remained glued to the woman’s skirt, her little dance enough to press his body into her shapely rear. When her fingers suddenly came into view, he was more than surprised. She had felt him, and was about to save him from his nightmare. The last girl had been young and selfish, but this woman had appeared more mature. Surely she would reason that it was duty to help this tiny, helpless human, right?
He even ignored the roughness with which she pinched him between her fingers, raising him quickly as if she too was surprised to find something beneath her. All Dom thought was how glad he was to be away from her smelly ass, and on the way to salvation. Maybe she would take him to a doctor. Maybe someone, somewhere knew what had happened to him, and more importantly, how to cure him. With all these hopes in his head, he couldn’t help but smile as he came face to face with a bewildered, 34-year-old German woman.
Her speckled blue eyes seemed more than shocked to be staring at the miniature person and she nearly dropped him in her surprise. What the hell was she holding? She thought, tilting the tiny man to make sure that he was not a cut out from a newspaper or something. Sure enough, the little creature was 3-dimensional and even seemed to be looking back at her, and smiling.
Mila’s eyes narrowed as she took a mother look at the young man, and in particular, his grin. Putting it all together, she reasoned that he must be using some kind of drug or something, and she had found him under her ass because he must have planned it that way, to be a candid voyeur or something like that. Dom’s smile faded as he watched her lips turn down into a scowl.
‘Perverser!’ she hissed, thinking that she would make him regret targeting her for his strange fetish. Dom didn’t quite know the word, but he understood the gist of what she was saying, and he desperately shook his head, raising his hand and trying to communicate his innocence. But it was too late, Mila had already made up her mind about him, and she was not a woman to flip flop on a decision. Dom felt the pressure increase on either side as she crushed him between her fingers, applying more and more pressure and waiting for him to pop.
Her eyes never left him, watching him squirm and scream in agony without an ounce of sympathy. She hated the freakish men that got off on such deviant things, and to think that this man had even touched her rear as she sat was infuriating. She watched him flatten with a squelch and smiled, but immediately frowned once more when she parted her fingers and found him miraculously still in tact, albeit more 2D, against the pulp of her thumb. He groaned quietly as his body seemed to re-inflate and regain its former proportions, leaving Mila unsatisfied with his punishment. To top it all off, she had this stupid gas in her tummy that was irritating her as well.
Suddenly, she had an idea, and stood up, keeping Dom firmly in her hand as she stepped across the cabin. She made sure that the door was locked behind her, before stepping into the little bathroom, and shutting this door as well. Mila didn’t want anyone to come in and interrupt the lesson she was about to teach the little pervert about trying to get too near a woman’s butt. She clicked the lock into place and turned to face the toilet.
Dom watched the colossal woman bend over and lift the lid to the vast toilet bowl, the diameter twice the size of a track. Inside the white, plastic ring, he saw a pool of clear blue water several miles below him. Without warning, the giantess’s hand lurched forwards and her fingers disappeared from the boy’s sides. Dom gasped in surprise and then screamed as he found himself hurtling down into the very toilet bowl he had just been observing, rushing past the seat with limbs flailing in futile desperation.
The British boy splashed into the water within the bowl, disappearing under it before resurfacing with an almighty breath. He treaded water, keeping his shoulders above the nauseating liquid as he looked up and out of the toilet bowl. He was dazzled by the bright light overhead, but managed to make out the silhouette of the enormous woman looking over him. Mila watched him kicking in the water, floating and waiting to see what she would do next. She thought about just flushing him away, but decided that it would be too kind for his crime. Grinning mischievously, the giantess turned around, giving the tiny man a view of the back of her skirt.
Dom looked up at the grey pencil skirt under which he had been gassed, and gulped, opening his mouth to protest, to claim his innocence. But before he got the chance, the blonde goddess ripped down the zip on the side of her garment and tugged down her skirt and tights, bringing them down to her knees. Dom now looked up at her bare thighs, the huge columns of pale, cellulite spotted flesh. His eyes continued up to her massive rump, the very two cheeks under which, he had been trapped moments ago as they hung over him.
Mila’s pale pink underwear had been sucked into her crack, the twisted fabric wedged firmly between her cheeks. With a fluid motion, she slipped her thumbs under the waistband on either side and tugged the panties down. The twisted clump inside her butt crack popped out with ease as these too descended to her knees.
Now Dom was face with the sight of the titanic woman’s impressive, bare ass, and he was truly starting to fear for his life. His terror only grew when Mila suddenly bent her knees, coming crashing onto the toilet seat with a clattering thump. The light all but disappeared from Dom’s world as her booty spanned the width of the ring. The only rays the managed to penetrate her huge form was a tiny triangle of bright white between her crotch and the front of the seat.
This was the only thing allowing Dom to see as he bobbed in the water of the cabin toilet, awaiting whatever his tormentor was about to punish him with. He looked up at her spread butt cheeks and along the length of her long crack and perineum. On one end of the darker, hairy ravine was her pussy, two pale red lips parted slightly, with layers of folds between them. The dark, curly hairs formed a thick bush which, became more sparse as it came down to her vagina. As he continued to look down the length of her taint, his eyes reached her asshole.
The wrinkled, spotty skin was almost black in colour, and the veritable web of folded skin seemed to stare right back at him. The huge circle of putrid muscle was the size of his body, but seemed smaller as it hung so high above him. At the centre, Dom gazed at the pitch black hole that the wrinkles formed, unforgiving and ominous, ready to unleash a truly horrific blast of gas at any moment, or worse.
