"Right now I'm alone I can finish the last of the housework" Cindy thought skipping off to her washing machine. She then swiftly bundled in a handful of dirty laundry spilling some of it on the floor as she hastily loaded the machine. "Oh wait" She said aloud grabbing her thong straps. "May as well wash you with the rest of it, you're bound to be a bit fresh being trapped in my booty while we were searching for Tim" She giggled chucking your now trapped body in with the rest of her soiled clothes and turning the machine on. "Oops looks like I was to eager" Cindy sighed noticing a pile of clothes she spilled on the floor, slowly picking them up as she bent over, her ass facing the washing machine.
You're mind raced "How the hell can she be going to the toilet again?" as you mentally prepared for another stinking load to pass your head. You could feel your head stretch as she bent over, though nothing ever came. Instead her cheeks parted, light burned your eyes as you readjusted from hours spent inside Cindy's dark void. A wave of relief washed over you when you noticed you weren't facing the inside of a toilet bowl, but just staring at a washing machine slowly filling up with water. "Oh thank God" you sighed, until you spotted something that terrified you to the very core. On top of the clothes was an all to familiar thong, the one that held your body. "OH SHIT!!!" You screamed, realising your only chance of reforming was being washed away with all the sweat of her sodden gym clothes, the filth and dirt from piles of dirty socks and the countless farts and poop that stained your thong trapped body. You sat dumbfounded as you watched the machine churn and Cindy's cheeks slowly close upon you as she stood.
Cindy finished with her chores got dressed in a pair of striped panties, booty shorts and a tank top. When she heard a knock at her door. "Doors open Jen, just come in and make yourself at home" She yelled. The two girls then spent the next few hours laughing and giggling as they watched film after film, getting through a couple bottles of wine as they chatted. "Oh I bought another gift for you to celebrate not having a little man in your booty" Jen smirked, reaching into her bag and pulling out a variety of spicy dips. "You do realise this is going to give me horrible gas" Cindy blushed "So what? it's only me here and dip gives me gas to so we can just fart together" Jen smiled stuffing her face. The two girls then ate and drank through another film "I bet you feel really silly thinking Tim got swallowed up by this big old thing?" Cindy laughed leaning to one side, showing off her massive backside. "I admit it I was an idiot and you were right, I cant believe I thought he got stuck up there" The two girls laughed together. "Well if he was back there this would be torture" Cindy said scrunching her face as a fart erupted from her backside. "Oh that reeks" Jen coughed, waving her hand in front of her face "If he was in front of that think he'd probably of died" Jen laughed. "Well time to repay the favour" Jen said leaning her ass towards Cindy. Cindy noticing this quickly leant away forcing there two butts to collide. A hot stream of gasses blew over Cindy's shorts "EEEWWW that was so warm" Cindy laughed bouncing her ass against her friend, oblivious to the small farts escaping from her own butt.
"Oh crazy idea Jen, I challenge you to a fart contest" Cindy said. "Hahaha ok sounds like a laugh, what's the rules?" Jen said standing up excitedly. "Well I reckon we put are bare butts together and the first to run out of farts loses" Jen just stared at her friend "Hahaha why do we need to strip?" Jen said in hysterics. "I don't know just sounded like a fun idea, we could pretend Tim is trapped between our asses like you thought he was" Cindy was clearly drunk at this point but so was Jen so despite her better judgement agreed. The two girls then stripped placing there two asses together. "Ok we take turns, me first" Cindy laughed, farting loudly.
You were still dumbfounded about losing your body, being reduced to nothing but a living head trapped in the pores of a girls anus. Hours passed as you tried to come to terms with your new life. Suddenly through the dark thoughts you felt a rush of boiling hot air whoosh past you, it smelt worse than when you had to deal with her bowel movement, it burned deeply into your remaining senses. "She must of been eating spicy foods" You cried. Suddenly your world shifted and once again light filled the crack. That's when you noticed a clearly very drunk Jen half naked reversing towards you, her cheeks separating revealing a tiny puckered anus that stopped mere inches from your position. What happened next was to horrifying to even contemplate as the two girls took turns blowing fart after fart all over you. The smell was unbearable and barely shifting as the two sweaty butts slid and grinded against each other as the girls laughed above. "Hey Tim how does this one smell" Cindy laughed "I bet this one makes you sick" Jen giggled. "Did they know you were actually back here? why were they mocking you?" You sobbed as more spicy hot gas burnt every sense you had.
An hour in and the girls stopped and the two retired to bed. "Have a good night, hope the couch is comfy enough" Cindy smiled stumbling off towards her bedroom, until she spied the toilet that is. "Sorry mister toilet but what I got for you will not be fun, spicy food is never fun" She winced slamming her ass on the seat as a hot stream of farts blasted out of her getting wetter and wetter, before logs exploded out of her. "Oooofff this is going to take awhile" Cindy grunted reaching for a magazine. Twenty minutes later Cindy stopped reading her articles realising she had already been finished ten minutes previous. "Sorry for not cleaning you sooner lady Poopinton" Cindy laughed massively grabbing a wad of toilet paper and roughly wiping her backside flushing it down the drain without a second thought.
You were in a daze barely able to understand anything after the barrage you had just endured from the two girls, ever time you closed your eyes all you could see was Jen's puckering hole, your ears ringing from the loud flatulence. Through your spinning vision you saw an all to familiar sight the toilet bowl. "Oh this is just perfect"you cried as farts blew across you. eventually getting wetter as they splashed into you causing you to retch as terd after terd slid past you. Everything then went calm but nothing happened, you sat there in filth as Cindy thumbed through her magazine. Awhile later she finally wiped you clean.
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