But the universe had other plans. Just as Sheila was about to drop you in, the car hit a pothole, sending a jolt through everyone's body. The impact was so sudden that she lost her grip on her skirt, and it snapped back up, the elastic waistband slapping her on the stomach with a loud 'THWAP'. Your descent was interrupted and you shot straight up like a rocket into her asshole. The walls were tight and muscular, and the shock was immense.
"What the fuck?!" Sheila shouted, her face red with embarrassment and surprise. The car swerved a little as she involuntarily tightened her ass around you, causing the other women to shriek.
"What happened?!" Lillian asked, looking over her shoulder at her mom in concern.
"I... I think I just swallowed him..." Sheila said, her voice quivering with shock.
"What?!" Jen exclaimed, her eyes widened in horror.
"No no no no no no!" You screamed, but of course, no one could hear you. Panic set in as the walls of Sheila's anus tightened around you, and you felt yourself being drawn into the abyss. You frantically tried to claw your way out, but her sphincter was like a vice grip and she wasn't letting go.
The car was a cacophony of shrieks and exclamations as everyone realized what had just happened. "Pull over, Mom!" Ariadne yelled, grabbing the steering wheel, but Miriam kept her cool, maintaining the car's speed despite the chaos.
"What's going on?" Maya and Carmen screamed in unison, their eyes watering from Ariadne's fart.
SUMMARY^1: In a moment of mishap, the shrunken person is accidentally shot into Sheila's anus when the car hits a pothole. The sudden realization and panic fills the car as Sheila tightens around him, and the group reacts with horror and disbelief.
Miriam, the picture of calm amidst the panic, chuckled. "It's okay, Sheila. You were just going to fart on him anyway, so just hold on tight and let 'er rip!" she said, not taking her eyes off the road.
Her words didn't exactly comfort you as you felt the walls of Sheila's colon begin to tighten around you. It was a sensation unlike anything you'd ever experienced, a mix of pressure and a strange, pulsing warmth that grew more intense with every heartbeat. You braced yourself, knowing what was about to happen.
Suddenly, Sheila's body tensed up, her cheeks clenching tightly around her teeth as she pushed with all her might. You could feel the gas building up behind you, the pressure increasing until it was almost unbearable. It was like being in a cannon about to be shot out.
"Come on, Sheila, you can do it!" Ariadne encouraged, bouncing in her seat with worry.
"You're all crazy!" Sheila yelled, her cheeks reddening further. Despite her initial shock, she knew she had to do something to expel you before things got any more complicated. She took a deep breath and pushed with all her might.
The pressure was unbelievable. It was like being stuck in the nozzle of a pressure washer that had just been turned on full blast. The gas roared in your ears, the heat seared your face, and the smell... oh, the smell. It was a hundred times worse than Ariadne's, a noxious cocktail of garlic, beans, and something else that you didn't even want to think about.
And then it hit you: the fart. It was like a volcanic eruption, a tornado of stench and heat that shot out of Sheila's asshole with the force of a rocket. You were thrown back, your tiny body tumbling through the cavern of her intestines, the walls rippling around you as the fart made its way through her bowels. You tried to hold your breath, but it was pointless. The gas forced its way into your lungs, making you cough and sputter.
"HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS THE BIG ONE!" Carmen screamed, holding her nose with both hands while the windows fogged up with the intense stench of Sheila's explosive flatulence. Even Maya had to admit it was one for the books, her eyes watering from the sheer potency of it all.
Miriam, keeping her cool, finally pulled over, the car rocking to a gentle stop by the side of the road. "Okay, okay, let's see if he's okay," she said, her tone a mix of amusement and concern. Sheila's cheeks were red from the effort of pushing you out, and she looked slightly relieved that the ordeal was over.
But when Shelia reached around to feel the back of her panties, you were nowhere to be found. "You're still in there," she said, her voice echoing through the car, and you felt a cold sweat break out all over your tiny body. Panic set in again as the gravity of your situation dawned on you. You were trapped, lost in the labyrinth of Sheila's digestive system.
Miriam's face paled and she finally lost her cool. "What have we done?" she whispered, her eyes darting to the road in front of her and then to the rearview mirror where she saw the horror reflected on the faces of her daughter. Even Jordana, usually so unflappable, looked like she was about to pass out.
"Oh my god, he's stuck inside me!" Sheila exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and disgust. She leaned back in her seat, trying to push you out, but it was like trying to squeeze a watermelon seed out of a tight pair of skinny jeans.
"Just keep calm, Sheila, we'll figure something out," Jen said, trying to reassure her, though her voice was tight with worry.
But apparently, Sheila's body had other plans. With a grimace, she braced herself and let out another monstrous fart, the kind that seemed to shake the very foundations of the car. You felt yourself being propelled along with the noxious gases, bouncing off the inner walls of her intestines like a pinball in a machine gone haywire. The force was so great that you feared you'd be crushed under the sheer pressure of the fart, which felt like it would never end. The smell was so potent it burned your eyes and made your nose feel like it was being dipped in battery acid, and yet somehow, you were still breathing, gulping down mouthfuls of the foul air.
The sound of the fart was deafening, echoing in the car's cabin and causing the windows to rumble. The girls, unable to contain their laughter, were doubled over in their seats, tears streaming down their faces. "Oh my god, that was insane!" Maya gasped, holding her stomach. "I think she might have blown his tiny brains out!"
Miriam, however, had gone from amused to concerned. She turned to her daughters, her expression serious. "Girls, we can't just leave him in there. We have to use Zuemy's invention to shrink someone and go get him."
"Mom, are you serious?" Ariadne asked, "You want someone to go in... there?"
"It's the only way," Miriam said firmly, though the concern in her voice was palpable.
"But Mom, that's gross!" Carmen whined, her nose still wrinkled from the lingering stench.
Miriam shot her a sharp look in the rearview mirror. "Dolores, tell your daughters to be quiet." Her voice was firm, yet tinged with a hint of panic that she was trying hard to keep in check.
Dolores, who had been quietly watching the whole situation unfold, nodded and leaned over to whisper something in Carmen's ear. "Girls, enough. Let's not make this any more embarrassing for Sheila," she hissed, her cheeks red.
The car fell silent, the only noise being the distant rumble of traffic and the faint sound of the shrunken person's muffled protests coming from Sheila's bowels. The weight of the situation settled on everyone's shoulders like a wet blanket. No one wanted to admit it, but they were all a bit terrified for the tiny human's safety.
"Guys, please, someone needs to go in and get him out," Sheila pleaded, her face a mix of embarrassment and concern. "I didn't mean for this to happen, but I can't just leave him in there!"
The girls looked at each other, their nerves dying down as they processed the gravity of the situation. "Alright," Lillian said, taking a deep breath, "who's gonna do it?"
"Not it," Maya said, holding up her hands, still snickering.
"Come on, it's not like I can do it myself!" Sheila retorted, her hands still on her stomach, feeling the last waves of gas rumble within her.
Ariadne looked at her with a smirk. "You want one of us to go in after him?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't think so, Mom. That's a job for a professional."
Miriam rolled her eyes. "Don't be a smartass, Ariadne. We're all family here. Someone has to do it."
With a deep sigh, Sheila finally spoke up, feeling responsible for the predicament. "Okay, okay. I know this is all because of me, but... please, one of you, go in and get him out. I can't just leave him in there to... well, you know," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
Jordana looked at her mother with a mix of sympathy and disbelief. "Seriously? You expect one of us to...?" she trailed off, unable to voice the absurdity of the request.
"It's the right thing to do, sweetheart," Dolores said, patting Jordana's arm comfortingly. "We can't just leave him in there."
Jordana swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the shrunken person's mom for support. Miriam nodded solemnly. "Someone's gotta go in.
"But what if he's..." Carmen trailed off, unable to voice the grisly image her mind had conjured.
"Don't be ridiculous, Carmen," Lillian said, trying to sound braver than she felt. "He's gotta be okay, right?" But even she couldn't fully convince herself as she eyed mom's booty, which was still quivering from the last fart.
Option 1: The rest of the girls are annoyed with the twins and vote for them.
Option 2: Shelia feels like this is her fault so she asks Lillian or Jordana to do it.
Option 3: Lillian convinces Jen to do it because she will be Blaise's hero.
Option 4: Ariadne volunteers because she wants to save her brother.
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