You awakened to your body slamming onto a wooden surface. You slid a distance and came to a stop. You breathed in and noticed two things; one, a slight sour but familiar odor which made you choke and two, every part of your body ached terribly. You remained where you had landed trying to think of what happened. You remembered seeing…. A massive piece of shit crushing you. Could that have been a dream? You inhaled again. The pain that washed over you told you that it had not been a dream. You tried to think of how else you could have survived. Only one thought occurred to you. Your unconscious form must have floated up and gotten caught in a back splash. As if to confirm your suspicions, some slight movement caught your attention. You looked ahead of you. You were in shock that you had missed it, but it must have been there the entire time. A titanic ass loomed before you. It was clad in lace underwear and was perfectly rounded. That explained your rude awakening and the smell. You must have been blasted loose from her crack before she had pulled her underwear up. The goddess-like rearend belonged to none-other than your stalker, Rachel. Despite what you had just been through, you still couldn’t help but admire her amazing body, booty included. She bent over as if to give you a better view. She was pulling up her pants. You could almost reach out and touch that thing. You stared beyond the lace, into her parted cheeks. You could see the faint outline of her anus. It sent a shiver down your spine. Suddenly, there came a loud crackle of thunder, as you were thrown back. She farted hard. You stood up and casually breathed in. You began to choke violently and almost immediately vomited. Never in your life had you ever smelled anything so foul. Here you had thought you had experienced the worst Rachel had to offer and now you were learning that may have been far from the truth.
As Rachel finished pulling up her blue jeans, you fell to your hands and knees, continuing to heave. She wiggled her hips, settling into the tight pants, blissfully unaware of the hell she had just caused you to experience. The truth was, for her it had been so small, she hadn’t really even noticed it slip out. This was an even worse reminder of how far you’d fallen. As you recovered, you realized you needed to get her attention and escape that ass as fast as you could. You dashed to the end of what you discovered to be a dresser. Right as you reached the edge, Rachel began to walk away. You put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. A shadow fell over you. You looked up to see a new but no less familiar figure. A pale girl with freckles and orange hair loomed over you. Her green eyes scanned the room in a very bored manner. You traced down from the head. Your gazed passed her modest breasts, then did a quick turn to her back. While her butt was not quite as amazing as Rachel’s was, Christina’s ass was still pretty great. Christina was Rachel’s best friend. She was the girl Rachel was always on the phone with (usually talking about you). Christina had always been neutral towards you. She never expressed real life or dislike, so you never really hit it off as friends. But that didn’t mean you’d never checked her out before. Her blue jean-clad ass swayed in front of you. Suddenly, you had a new option. The memory of the awful booty bomb that Rachel has just recently unleashed upon you made you want to act upon this new option even more. You wanted to get Christina’s help, instead. You imagined her ass would be far less lethal than Rachel’s, but you also had no intent to find out. You made up your mind and made a running jump. You latched onto Christina’s top center belt loop. You used it to climb to the top of her pants and stood on the lip of her jeans. You braced yourself to jump and grab onto her shirt. As soon as your feet left her pants, something unforeseen occurred. Christina bent over. Her shirt was then pulled just out of reach and as you looked back down, you noticed her crack was exposed. There was no way your luck could be this bad.
You slid down her pale back, unable to grasp anything. Christina’s ass crack gladly accepted you. Within seconds, you fell deep into your rescuer’s crack. Every step Christina took drove you deeper into her ass crack. She wore normal white underwear that you were certain would look amazing from the outside, spanning the chasm of her gorgeous rearend. However, at the moment it was more problematic, as it helped keep you sealed in this girl’s crack. You knew the darkness that lay between her cheeks concealed a potentially very lethal weapon. You hugged her underwear, breathing deeply of the fruity fabric softener. You were confident that it was a better for your health than the alternative.
Christina soon dropped to her hands and knees. It was at that moment that you made the mistake of turning around. Her underwear pulled tightly around her ass cheek, pinning you spread eagle over her crack while her round rear rested on her feet. You struggled, but it got you nowhere. You attempted to scream, but your voice trailed off deeper into her butt. You detected a faint smell. It made you think she had bathed recently, but her ass’s natural smell was reclaiming the air space, after. Verifying this, you felt a soft, warm breeze. It would have been pleasant if you had suspected it could have come from anywhere but the depths of her toxic bottom. You held your breath for as long as you could, keeping your eyes sealed. Finally, you were forced to inhale. Your eyes shot open. They began to water, as the nauseating smell took hold of your senses. You returned to uncontrollably heaving, just like before.
While you sat there choking, you felt a sudden shift. Christina’s butt began lifting. It was going straight up… but something was off. It was like the front of her was staying down. It was almost as if she were lifting her butt into the air… like she was stretching. You scrambled for a good grip on her underwear. You felt weak from the butt air, but this rush of adrenaline helped negate that. You soon found yourself dangling dead-center over the dark chasm of Christina’s ass. Her cheeks were spread wide below you. You avoided looking down. You found yourself thinking of Rachel. Sure, she was a nut job, but frankly, she was obsessed with you so you knew she’d want to help you to some extent. With Christina, you weren’t so sure of that. You kind od wished you’d stuck it out with trying to get Rachel’s attention.
Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the last of Christina’s underwear slid from your grasp. You plunged straight down. You looked down at what fate awaited you. All you saw was darkness. This was different from before. Before, her entire crack was darkened. This time, all you saw was a pit of darkness…. Her relaxed anus. Your tiny form fell right in. you were so small and centered that there was literally nothing close enough for you to even try to grasp. Realizing you are that much of an unnoticeable speck falling deeper into some girl’s exit wasn’t exactly a pleasant thought. As you passed the rem of her anus, it puckered shut. You didn’t like that one bit. You continued your fall, as everything happened in slow motion. Her asshole burst open, as a terrible thundering wind gust from within. It stopped your descent for a moment, until it began to weaken. Suddenly something slapped you. You were no longer rising or falling. You were just suspended.
You squirmed trying to figure out what was going on. You noticed the smell was far worse. You were well aware that she had farted on you. As you lay there trying to figure out what was going on, you felt moisture. You reached to touch it when you realized you couldn’t reach it. Your body was stuck. You felt something slimy and mucus-like holding your limbs. You felt like a bug trapped in a spider web. As faint light trickled into her hole, you could see what held you. It was indeed a mucus-like translucent gunk. You were stuck in a web composed of her butt slime. You felt the web loosen as her butthole contracted. You knew what was coming next. You began to scream as another fart tore lose. Your timing was bad in every way. She had basically just farted in your mouth, but worse, you felt something slap your entire body. You felt the thick slime in your mouth just before you smelled and tasted it. You gagged and squirmed madly. It was one thing to have to endure the rotten smells coming from deep within here. It was another thing entirely to have some snot-like substance produced by someone’s ass inside your mouth. The warm feeling of the gunk in your mouth drove you mad, as you were ultimately forced to swallow it. Once you were passed that, you realized the bigger picture was far worse. You were now cocooned in this slime. You felt even more like a bug in a spider web.
Before long, you ceased struggling. That previous mouth-full of her freshly-produced ass gunk combined with the lasting smell had stripped you of your strength. You hung there limply, watching light stream into Christina’s anus, off and on. You could hear mumbling outside of your prison. The girls were talking, but your anal prison ensured that you couldn’t hear a dammed thing nor could they hear you.
After a while of dangling in Christina’s booty web, you noticed light was pouring into her asshole in large amounts. It was like she was naked and her anus was relaxed. But she hadn’t had time to leave Rachel’s house, yet. You could tell she was on all fours, again, with her butt once again resting on her feet. You heard giggling and suddenly the light was blocked out. Her butthole had not puckered. It began to contract reflexively, almost as if something were being stuck inside of it. You didn’t like the thought of that. You knew Rachel wouldn’t have allowed Christina to be having sex in her house like this, so what could it be? Suddenly, something poked you. It was wet, warm, and slimy….and it was much bigger than you. You felt it mildly withdraw, then push forward again. Before you knew it, the squishy thing broke through the web and collected you. Suddenly, it stopped. It began to withdraw, fully. You were stuck to it. As light suddenly surrounded you, you realized you were stuck to something pink… something you quickly identified as a tongue. The grossed you out, a little bit. Then you saw the face looming before you. It was Rachel. She had had her tongue up Christina’s butt? That really freaked you out, but at the same time…. You found yourself slightly aroused. You now knew Rachel liked ass-play. Being that you were rather fond of the female ass, that might be something that could strike your interest in Rachel. You felt a little dirty thinking that. That’s when you went back to reality. Rachel’s tongue began to slide back into her mouth.
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You began to scream, knowing it was a useless gesture. Suddenly, Rachel's tongue paused. You looked up and realized she was now looking right at you, with a look of surprise. But that expression soon faded. It quickly became replaced by a grin. You were worried, but relieved. She'd found you.
Suddenly, her tongue resumed withdrawal. You shrieked protests only to be forced to watch her mouth close right behind you. If you could have read her mind right then, you would have heard something bone-chilling. "Mine forever!" She had just eaten you on purpose.
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Your eyes widened, as you realized how bad this was. You screamed protests as her lips closed behind you. “I thought you said you showered before coming? I felt something in there,” Rachel said sternly. “I did! It was probably just lint, or something,” Christina shot back. Rachel sighed accepting her answer. It was no wonder they were so close… they were sexually experimenting together.
Rachel rolled you on her tongue, as she suddenly took noticed of something being in her mouth. With her tongue, she flipped you onto her molars and began to bare down on you. You shrieked in pain, but she didn’t hear you. She brushed you off her tooth with her tongue. “Eh… it’s soft. You’re probably right. Just lint. Down the hatch!,” Rachel announced, satisfied. You felt yourself being pulled toward her throat. She thought you were a piece of lint and was going to swallow you. You had heard in the past that she was “a swallower”, but this was absurd. You had already had this girl’s poop try to crush you… you weren’t eager to become it.
Suddenly, Rachel inhaled deeply. There came a black as you were fired from her mouth. You slammed against something soft and were slapped with something. She had sneezed. When you opened your eyes, you were covered in a mucus-like slime, again. This time, you were thankful to realize that it was actual snot. For some reason, that didn’t mortify you nearly as much. As you gazed beyond the goo covering you, you saw an amazing sight. Rachel has sneezed over her shoulder. You were now behind her. You had a spectacular view of her magnificent rearend, hugged tightly by her blue jeans. You watched it draw closer. You braced yourself realizing that she was probably about to sit on you and crush the life out of you, but you figured of all ways to go, this wasn’t awful. Becoming a stain on an ass as lovely as this one seemed like a good way to go.
Unfortunately, you weren’t so lucky. Her goddess-like butt paused before you. Without any further warning, Rachel farted hard. As soon as the smell hit you, it overwhelmed you. You blacked out, knocked unconscious by one of the most vile, rotten stenches you’d ever come in contact with.
You came to, a while later. Your vision was blurred and you still felt sick. As your eyes regained focus, you noticed something very off. You felt like you were being watched. As you turned, you realized a pair of hazel eyes locked onto you. Rachel was staring right at you.
She wore a genuinely awe-struck expression. She plucked you up very gently. “Jeff? Is that really you?,” she questioned, in whisper. You nodded. “How did this happen? What are you covered in?,” she asked. “I DON’T KNOW!,” you screamed in response to both, lying about the second response because you didn’t want to get into detail. She slowly stood up with you in her hand and wiped you off with a tissue. “Rachel, I’ll tell you all I know, but first… we gotta get this fixed. Please help me. I’ll do anything. Hell, if you can get me out of this mess, I’d freaking marry you,” you yelled upto her. You realized you had chosen your wording poorly. Her eyes widened and she stared at you. “Do you mean that?,” she questioned. The truth was you were desperate. You’d do anything to get out of this mess. But if you could dodge marrying her, you would certainly do that, too. “Yeah, sure. Just please get this fixed,” you begged. She squealed with excitement. “Ok, let me get ready and let me call Christina. Then we’ll go,” she said. “Do you really have to call Christina?,” you questioned. Rachel turned away, probably not having heard you. Apparently, while you were unconscious, Christina had already gone home.
Rachel left you perched on the edge of the dresser. She went to retrieve her phone, which was right in front of the dresser. She had left it on the floor when picking you up. Her incredible but terrifying ass rose in front of you. Like always, you stared, in admiration.
Side Ending:
You heard Rachel begin texting. She relaxed and leaned back, a bit. As her incredible behind shook the dresser, you were thrown off your feet. Following immediately, a shadow consumed you. Rachel's ass was coming right for you. You screamed. Had she already forgotten you were here?
Before you could get up and run, her butt was upon you. It started by rolling over your feet, pulverizing them. Next it worked its way up your legs, all the way to the pelvis. This was the point where she stopped leaning back. Rachel's ass had crushed the lower half of your body. While you shrieked in agony, Rachel's butt had worse in store for you. With no warning, she farted. The explosion was devestating. The smell was worse. You choked on the nauseating air released by this goddess's farthole.
Suddenly, Rachel jumped up. She whirled around, remembering your location. As she realized what had happened, her eyes filled with deep concern. "Jeff, I don't know that doctor's can fix what I just did... not when you're so tiny. Worse... I don't know if they can fix your size. If this is what we risk anytime my mind wanders away from you... I don't think we can do it," Rachel whispered, grimly. "What do you mean? If you can't take care of me, then just take me to the doctors and forget about me. Easy,' you responded. "No, it's not that easy. They will experiment on you. They may do terrible things to figure out what caused this. I can't let that happen to you. Either you live a miserable life as a lab rat or as my little pet. You don't deserve to have to go through either," she said. "So what exactly are you proposing?," you demanded, in irritation.
She stared at you, for a moment, with an expression of heart-break on her face. She brought that face closer to you, then closed her eyes. "Rachel?," you questioned. She opened her mouth. The terrifying and familiar sight of her tongue appeared. Suddenly, it touched down where the remains of your feet were. In slow motion, she began to drag her tongue toward your head. It lapped up the remains of your shattered lower-half, and continued, still. "RACHEL!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?," you protested. She ignored you. Her tongue fully collected you. Finally, you watched as it passed the gateway of her mouth. . You knew her plan. It was putting you out of your misery. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!," you shrieked, in one last outcry. Her mouth sealed shut. The last light you would ever see.
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Her crack was slightly exposed. Her rearend slammed against the dresser. You pitched forward and to your horror, you headed straight into her crack.
Rachel stood up and pulled her pants back up, covering her butt crack, again. She called Christina in a rush. She had to tell her everything. Rachel knew she wouldn’t believe it at first, but she’d learn the truth soon enough! Meanwhile, Rachel raised her phone to her ear, heading to her bed, unaware of her booty’s recently reacquired item. You screeched and squirmed with all you had. Rachel flopped onto her bed, laying on her stomach. The dressed you should have been on was right next to her, but in the excitement, she failed to look back. She laid on her stomach, chattering away. You were now in a very bad position. Just like with Christina, you were dangling over Rachel’s butthole. Also just like before, the colossal hole was relaxed. In Rachel’s excitement, sudden movements came along frequently. This was very bad news for you.
It didn’t take long for you to lose your grip. Things played out exactly as they had with Christina. The slow motion kicked in. Rachel’s glorious shithole puckered up. She farted and you were slapped with something. Unlike before, you felt pressure from above, as Rachel placed a pillow over her butt, trying to hide the sound. Of course this also insured if you ever had a prayer of a chance of being heard before, now you didn’t. You were trapped in Rachel’s freshly-made booty web. This time you were confident a tongue wouldn’t come along and save you. That’s when a horrible thought occurred to you. Maybe you could lick yourself free? It was worth a shot.
Summoning every bit of mental strength you had, you began to drag your tongue across the patches of slime that you could reach. Your tongue didn’t stick, but it also didn’t help free you. You gagged on the flavor of your stalker’s butt-product. You knew you had to get out of here before this girl did something awful. Something new came to mind. You began to chew at your gunky bonds. You knew what you had to do. You were going to have to eat your way out of this cocoon. You were going to have to consume the thick slime produced by Rachel’s ass.
The warm, thick, and stick substance slid down your throat slowly. It was very hard to eat as you choked on it. Horrifying taste aside, it was so thick, the slow sliding down your throat made the gagging worse. The sour smell hanging in Rachel’s ass didn’t make things any better. While you ate your way free, she was busy giggling and chattering on, on the phone, completely oblivious to what she’d done.
While you worked, your mind wandered. Rachel's butthole. It was a phrase that repeated in your head. Rachel's butthole. Why Rachel, of all people? Why me? And why all this? Her beautiful ass concealed a seemingly endless supply of horrors. You were being forced to experience so much of them. Rachel's butthole. It was your world. As if to remind you of that and return your focus to the important task at hand, Rachel compliment your thoughts with an explosion. A terrifyingly rotten fart erupted from her shithole.
It took about 15 minutes, but you had freed yourself. You were furious that Rachel still hadn’t noticed you missing. After you ate through your last gunk-strand, you fell. You had a soft landing. You stood up and looked around. You couldn’t really see anything, but you felt your feet sinking into the mud like substance below you. You tried to walk around, but it soon became impossible. You screamed out more. You were greeted with an unwanted response. Rachel farted again. It was another one that was horrible for you but went unnoticed by her. The smell brought you to your hands and knees. Your hands dug into the muddy ground. It was soft, squishy and gritty. The smell was stronger than ever here. You started to get back up, but then you came to a startling and horrific realization. You couldn’t. You had sunk even more. It was like quicksand. The only problem was… you knew it wasn’t quicksand. You were deep in Rachel’s butthole… sinking into a soft, squishy, gritty “mud” that had a stronger smell than anything else you had encountered in her butt. You could do the math. You weren’t stupid. You were sinking into a log of shit in Rachel’s ass.
You began to struggle and fruitlessly scream again. You even renewed promises to marry her, knowing she wouldn’t hear them. You were up to your elbows in her waste. The smell was nearly unbearable. You realized this was probably karma paying you back for getting Rachel’s hopes up, like that. But being consumed by a piece of shit in your stalker’s butt? That’s just not right.
Before long, the shit had crept a little passed your chin line. On the outside of Rachel’s glorious booty, she removed the pillow. You could hear her talking again. “Ok, Christina. I swear, I’ll show you later. I’ll take pictures on the way to the hospital,” Rachel said, wrapping up her phone call. You were now up to your nose. You chanced getting her waste in your mouth to scream again. She would have heard some squeaks, had she not just gotten off the bed and sealed her buttcheeks back in place. They flopped back open, again, as she bent down to tie her shoes. The sinking process continued and you were now unable to scream. “Jeff, I’m ready to go! Sorry that took so long,” she said. “Jeff? Where did you g-“ was the last thing you heard before completely being consumed by Rachel’s log of shit. She remained blissfully unaware of the new addition to her booty collection. She would never know that you had been swallowed by her beautiful butt and consumed by her shit. She had quite literally stalked you to death. But it was ok. At least you got more booty than any guy in history, right?