Scott was feeling woozy. The overpowering stench of Alma’s shit was too much for him as he stood on the toilet seat right between her legs.
Suddenly, Alma let out a huge fart!
“FFFBBBBBRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!!”
The blast of the gas shooting out of her ass hit him like a warm summer breeze carrying with it the stench of a million all ready full porta-pottys! At his miniscule size, the force of her gas blew him off the toilet seat and out between her legs.
He landed in something soft so he knew he hadn't hit the floor. What he landed in was warm, sort of like a hammock, pink in color, and smelled awful! Scott eventually came too and found himself laying here looking up at the toilet bowl and Alma's legs. Upon further inspection he realized that he had landed in Alma's pink cotton thong panties!
Soon he felt Alma move. He could see her arm reach out for the toilet paper. Scott was brought out of his dream world and back into reality of the dangers he was facing. Underwear means ass and as much as he loved looking at Alma's ass, he didn't want to be trapped in it!
He struggled to get to the edge of her underwear, but before he could get a good grip on the edge of the fabric, Alma began to lean over, lifting her big ass off the toilet to wipe herself.
She moved her legs, jerking her panties and Scott lost his grip. He fell back, rolling around in the fabric. Alma’s movements were throwing Scott around in her underwear. His world became a blur of pink as he found himself rolling around in the fabric. He would try to regain his balance but then she would jerk her leg knocking him down. Eventually, Alma wiped the last of the shit from her ass crack and dropped the soiled paper in the murky water below.
Scott found his world to be calm now that she had finished her business. He sat up, took a deep breath, and nearly choked on the horrible smell he encountered. He looked around and saw that the pink fabric he was sitting on had a brown tint to it. It didn't take him long to realize that he was sitting in the spot that covered her asshole and that the brown color were the stains from her wet farts!
Scott then felt the fabric begin to move. He grabbed on tightly to keep from rolling around. He looked up and saw that Alma was standing up. If there ever was a time to get her attention, this was it.
Scott yelled "Alma! Alma! Down here!" but she made no response.
Scott watched her amazing ass as she bent over. Scott felt his world nearly shaken apart when she grabbed her thong and began to pull it up. Scott watched helplessly as the crack between her big bubble butt cheeks got closer and closer. He was about to get closer to that ass than he had ever expected. He knew that trying to jump over the edge could be suicide. The fall would kill him at his size if he landed on the hard floor instead of her jeans.
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