The rumbling continues, getting louder and louder as if it was getting closer and closer, moving towards you slowly. The waiting is the worst part, or it would be, if you weren't currently 1 inch tall, wedged in an ass crack, milometers above an asshole and waiting to be farted on at least. You start to struggle, trying to get out of Heather's crack, or at least put some distance between you and her rancid opening before the rumbling reaches it's peak.
"Oooo, he's wriggling away back there, I think he likes it!" Heather says while winking at the other girls, "Maybe he'll get to spend even more time there when we're done."
"Well, if he doesn't survive that is, we'll have to turn him back." Ciara whines.
Heather just looks at Ciara, her eyes with a hint of 'Yeah right' about them.
You couldn't even hear that they were speaking over the rumbling, it was so loud Heather's whole ass was vibrating, although she couldn't even feel it, for you it was like an earthquake hitting about 7.6 on the Richter scale. "Dear god, if I ever wake up after this, I'll be doing pretty well!" You thought. And at that it happened, you saw Heather's anus begin to pucker and you closed your eyes tightly and tried to curl up into a ball, but you barely moved.
Heather yelled, "BLAST OFF!" and began to laugh manically.
At that the pressure became to much for Heather's puckering asshole and the loudest, nastiest and most foul smelling fart escaped from it, it rushed past you with the force of about 5 normal farts, how can such a pretty girl have so much gas! It seemed almost endless, it just kept coming and coming, you felt like it was never going to end the stench was being driven up your nose, into your mouth and down your throat, you were actually being force fed... gas. For the second time in as many farts you began to choke on the rancid smell, it was everywhere, your eyes were stinging and watering, you were actually in pain from this physical and emotional pain, how were you ever going to stop smelling of this girls gas? Eventually her ass closed up and the stream of gas subsided, only to be followed by another tiny excretion of gas almost like a hiccup... but from an anus. You felt yourself verging on the edge of passing out, but no, you were strong enough to get through this, you HAD to get through this, you HAD to return to your original size, you must stay conscious! You seem spurred on by this thought, you know you can pull through this, you can do it! No sooner had the thought crept into your head than you felt Heather's ass shaking again, but this time, from above. You were plucked out of your fleshy prison by two gigantic manicured fingers and brought before Heather's face, she stared at you with her massive blue eyes, they always had made you melt and even after this treatment nothing had changed there.
She shook you a little and sighed, "He's still conscious, just."
"Well get him back in there before he comes to fully, I don't want to lose our little toy!" Said Shannon, it was said with a hint of mischief and worry, she must have thought you had a chance of making it after surviving that one, and you thought this yourself, you just needed there to be an interval before the next one, you prayed that Heather couldn't go again for a minute or two.
At that you were swung back round over Heather's body, so quickly that you couldn't even admire it from above, you were inserted back between those magnificently massive mountains but this time there was no mercy, you were pushed in as appose to letting you free-fall, you were pushed down until you were now resting on top of Heather's anus the crinkled skin felt horrible to lie on, and you were held in place by her ass cheeks pressing down on top of you. This was the least of your worries though, it smelled almost as bad as when she farted and this was constant, your pessimistic views returned and you knew you weren't going to last another 3 from this position.