Tim couldn't believe what these forgetful girls had gotten himself into, again. He could feel the muscles around him loosen to allow more space, which only made him wish that he could forget what was pressing against his back.
No matter how much he struggled to move his legs and slip free before it was too late, the giantess around him had completely trapped him. Desperately, he curled in as much as he could to the space he had left as a massive lunch pile inched closer to the exit. Wiggling and shoving, he practically had curled himself as best he could at the exit until finally, it was too late. With little choice, he took the biggest breath he could to prepare himself. How much it had smelled, he did not want to give up like this!
Cindy groaned, clutching her stomach as she lowered her thong so she could hover her sizable rump over the toilet. No matter how much it had hurt, she did not have the inner strength to hold it any longer, or risk sitting on the toilet seat. Her stomach roared and shot a lightning bolt of pain up her belly making her muscles only clench more. She knew she had waited too long, and gave a tiny moan as she finally let her body relax.
It happened fast, pressure built up, but she barely needed to push as her waste began to move. Though after a few pebble sized waste dropped out of her, she could feel her stomach once against growl and twist in pain. Bracing herself, she tensed and pushed as much as she could. It was a lot bigger then she expected, and it was almost to a point she couldn't relieve herself.
In a world of brown, Tim wanted to scream his lungs out. His chest felt tight with lack of oxygen, and the world around him squished and squeezed him into a mudpile of gunk. Some of the dastardly devil had slipped literally right around him, but now he was in the thickest of the mess. He could feel it was harder then the rest, and even though his feet could feel freedom, he couldn't be any further away.
The world around him clenched, and seemed to almost come to a stop completely. Slowly the surface around him crushed into every crevice it could around him. Almost like a mold, you were being 'made' from Cindy's asshole. You heard the massive woman say something, but his oxygen deprived brain only translated how much air he needed.
Right when you thought this was the end, the grip around you was lost completely and you where free falling. By the time you hit the coldest water imaginable, you realized your mold had broken right around your shoulders. As soon as your craft floated to the surface, you gasped in dirty oxygen for all it was worth. Like a horrible swimming vest, a large mound of waste had stuck to your chest down to your knees, almost making you want to throw up with the rest of the soup you had been floating in.
How could it get much worse then this?!
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