Jenny just finished her food when Sammy asked. “Sure.” She quickly packed up the blanket and trash.
Sammy grabbed her mommy’s hand and led her over to the slide. Sammy climbed the latter and slide down laughing the whole ride down as her mother laughed with her.
You felt movement as your world started to move forward and then ascend. You didn’t know what was happening before it was too late. As Sammy slid down the slide her diaper was pulled back from the friction. This caused you to be shoved deeper in Sammy’s ass. Your face collided with her poop hole. You were kissing her asshole with your face. You couldn’t help but get a taste of it as you were forced to stay like that for the duration of the ride. It tasted like ass, no surprise there. As soon as the pressure was gone you pulled your head away from the hole as far as you could. To your horror you felt the ascending feeling again and knew what was about to come.
Sammy loved the slide. She could spend hours sliding down it. Something was different though, her butt felt tingly. She didn’t know why but it felt good. So she decided to keep going.
Possible hours went by and you lost track of how many times you were shoved into her ass hole. All you know is the flavor it left in your mouth and the muffled laughter of the girl who was putting you through this horror.
“You want to try the swings next?”
“Yeah,” Sammy shouted. She loved the swings almost as much as the slides.
Jenny helped Sammy into the swing seat as she gave her a push.
You pulled your head out of the Sammy’s butt hole for possible the hundredth time when you were ascended again. This time it was different, you could tell it was Jenny picking up Sammy. You then felt the pressure of Sammy’s cheeks seal your only way out. You thought the swings wouldn’t be as bad… wrong. Each time Sammy reached the top of the push her butt pressed down on the seat, which pushed you into her asshole with more force than the slide. Instead of your head just poking her hole your head went into it. You gasped in surprise which allowed the fumes inside her to assault your nostrils. The smell was the worst thing imaginable. It was worse than the fart she hit you with earlier. The smell made you see stars as you desperately pushed your head out. You removed your head only to be pushed back in as she was pushed again by Jenny.
Sammy felt that tingle again on the swing and let out a squeal of delight.
After a while Jenny took Sammy for a walk. Sammy held her mom’s hand as they walked and occasionally she would take off running and then come back to Jenny.
You loved the walk compared to the previous tortures you endured. Except for the running, which caused some more discomfort than when she walked, you could say it was peaceful (except for the smell).
The day was coming to an end and they were ready to go home. Jenny put Sammy in her car seat and started to drive home.
Sammy’s tummy felt a little rumble after all that exercise she did today. She was able to digest that meal faster than she would have if she didn’t move around so much.
You felt the familiar pressure of Sammy sitting when you heard a rumble. You stared (as best you could in the dark) at the dark hole that made that noise. The hole open a little bit for a couple of seconds as a warm gust blew over you and burned your noise. You had tears streaming down your face as your noise started to run.
Jenny sniffed the air at an unfamiliar stench. “Sammy was that you?”
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