Alan
hated his job.
It
was rare to find a job that allowed Alan to work due to his
condition, but that didn’t mean he liked it. As being one of the
few shrinkies hired at a rental car company, there were only a few
things that Alan and the others his size could do. Today, Alan was in
charge of going in between the seat cushions of returned cars and
extracting anything stuck between them. The objects he found ranged
from food, to stray coins, and that one time a condom lodged down
there. This job was disgusting and humiliating, but it was one of the
safer ones out there for someone his size.
“This
sucks,” Alan grumbled as he stood in the backseat of the minivan
that was returned the other day. It was all patched up, filled, and
ready to be loaned out for the next family or customer that ordered
the car. All that was left was finding the little things missed by
the normal sized employees. Deep diving the back seat of the minivan
wasn’t ideal, but luckily he hadn’t found anything disgusting
yet. Alan slowly shoved his arm between the cushion of the seat and
backrest, making a little cave just wide enough for him to slip
between. His hand brushed up against something.
“Fuck,”
Alan complained as he reached deeper and harder. He put nearly his
whole body between the cushions as he reached for what felt like a
candy wrapper of some sort. “Come on you stupid… mother fucking…
AHAHA!” Alan laughed as he grabbed the crinkle wad of paper.
“Alright let’s see what trashy candy bar you were,” Alan told
himself as he started to pull himself out from the tight folds of the
soft but pressing cushions above and below him.
Alan
used his right hand to try and drag himself out, but he didn’t have
the force behind it. His hand kept slipping on the smooth seat and
unable to get the traction he needed to yank himself out he was left
lodged there. “Shit… shit come on,” Alan grumbled as he did
everything he could to try and wiggle and squirm out from the back
seat. Nothing helped. “No, no no…” Alan shouted, going all
unheard as no one was left working on the car.
Minutes
passed and it wasn’t long before Alan started to freak out
realizing he couldn’t get out of here. The possibility of him being
left in the car for a long time was a big problem, as he was the last
one to inspect and clean the car. Alan’s logic kicked in, that
someone would look for him if he didn’t clock out in time. He just
had to spend, at the most, several more hours here. As unsettling as
that was, it helped calm Alan down as someone was bound to look for
him by then.
Alan
just had to be calm and patient, no reason to panic…
It
had been longer than Alan could keep track of, but he was sure
getting exhausted being pinned in this confined and cramped space. It
was claustrophobic for him, as he could barely feel the outside with
his right hand. The other half of his body felt stiff and paralyzed
as it hadn’t moved in a while. Alan hated the fact that no one even
bothered to look for him. How annoying it was to not be noticed
missing at work till your manager needs to make sure you clocked out
so not to pull in overtime hours.
Just
typical. Alan was gonna chew out his boss with HR when he finally got
out-
An
older female voice could be heard out of nowhere, “Is this the one
honey?”
An
older male voice responded, “That’s the model and color type…
and yeah that’s the license plate. Okay, this is our rental
everyone. I’ll pop the trunk to put our luggage in while you all
grab a seat, okay kids?”
“Okay,”
A pair of younger voices said at the same time. One belonged to a
girl, the other sounded like a boy.
Hearing
the voices, Alan started to call out, “Hey… hey can anyone hear
me? I’m stuck! Help!”
There
was no reaction from the new voices. Suddenly the sound of the car
doors opening and people getting in filled the vehicle. The noise of
large heavy bags being tossed in the back was followed by the opening
of the front door and the back doors of the minivan. Alan couldn’t
see very well as he noticed a little more light coming in as the
backseat doors were pulled open. More sounds of people climbing into
the car could be heard as Alan saw the little light provided being
blacked out by a massive wall of gray. He could just make out
the fabric covered cloth from the small gap that Alan’s body
was stuck in.
Alan
let out a muffled and silent cry as it was obvious no one was hearing
him from his position. The sound of the cushion bearing the weight of
the mighty backside of this stranger could be heard as it soon was
planted right in front of him and covered him in darkness. Alan was
stuck and now had a massive butt planted before him like a boulder
blocking the cave entrance of some hole he was stuck exploring.
Alan was now trapped behind someone’s behind, something that was
far worse than before.
Everything
Alan could hear was muffled but loud enough for him to hear, as the
family started to load up in the car. The sound of the trunk being
shut was followed by the male, possibly the father of the family
saying, “Alright that’s everything. Now just for a five hour trip
and we’ll be there.”
Alan
could feel his heart sink at those words, “Fi-five hours… no no
no! HELP ME! I’M DOWN HERE!” Alan felt his voice get
muffled into the fabric seat he was stuck between, as no one heard a
word he said.
It
didn’t help Alan as he felt the car come to life as the engine
started and a soft vibration of the vehicle could be heard. Alan
quickly tried to get out once again, he waved his hand around only to
feel the fabric of the shorts or pants before him blocking any sight
of him. Instead of grabbing air, he now had a wall or something to
touch. Alan grabbed it and pulled and tugged with his arm, but found
he wasn’t strong enough to drag his body out with his free arm.
The person didn’t even notice the attempts of him pulling on the
cloth.
The
feeling of everything moving, told Alan that they were now leaving
the rental car company, and now were on their way to wherever it was
this family was going. Alan was now along for the journey…
Alan
didn’t know how long he had been on the road, he just was getting
extremely exhausted. Being stuck in a seat was bad, but having
someone sit down before him was worse, as there was little to no air
flow. The air was getting hot and stale. Alan had gotten used to the
smell of the car seat, and was getting sick of it. He stopped
listening to the family that had been talking nonstop since they
left. Alan found out that the family consisted of a mom, dad, a
daughter named Hana, and a son named Zac. Hana happened to be the one
sitting just right in front of Alan. Something he kind of counted as
a blessing because he wasn’t sure how clean or nice smelling Zac
was compared to his sister.
Ever
since Alan was imprisoned in this seat and carried off by this random
family, he had lost any hope for help. He could only pray that when
the joy ride was over, the family would find him or at least return
him back with the car, which wasn’t guaranteed. Either way Alan was
in tough spot, and just hoped that-
The
sudden and unexpected feeling of hot air blowing in on him cut into
his thoughts, as it was like a hot oven door opening. Baffled by this
wave of heat, Alan quickly tossed any confusion of what it could be
when the air around him was filled with the rotten smell of a
horrible stink. A combined mix of an old beefy and sour cheddar smell
swarmed his nostrils, as Alan was subjected to a stench straight from
the bowels of hell. The sulfuric stench made Alan gag and cough as
the flow of hot air continued to pour out and into his little crack
in the cushion. He couldn’t escape or run away as he was stuck,
while this ass before him breathed its stench all over him.
Alan
thought he was gonna be gassed to death as the fart filled the only
space he had for air. The egg-like smell nipping at his nose like
someone lighting a match and shoving it up his nostrils. They burned
and twitched with each breath he breathed, and he wasn’t even using
his nose to do it. The hot air was slowly dissipating as Alan cried
from the heat wave he was hit with.
Just
as Alan was beginning to get to smell fresh clean air again, another
gust of gut gas blew over him. The strong funk of anal air assaulted
Alan again as it felt like someone was blowing their breath directly
on him. However, knowing that it wasn’t a mouth but an anus, only
made it that much worse as Alan tried to bury his nose and mouth into
the seat fabric to block out the smell of sweltering shit stewing
away inside of Hana. For a girl, her gas was stronger than any
noxious fumes that Alan had ever smelled, even his farts didn’t
stink this bad.
Suddenly
Zac, the son of the family, made a disgusted sound, “What’s that
smell… Hana did you fart?!”
“NO!”
Hana quickly lied as Alan was still smelling the lingering effect of
the last gust of gut gas curling around his small body in the little
seat beneath her ass.
Zac
quickly retorted, “Well I didn’t fart and someone totally just
ripped one cause it smells!”
The
mother quickly said, “Zac watch your language.”
“But
mom, Hana just farted and it stinks back here! At least put the
window down or something,” Zac complained.
However
Zac and Hana’s dad responded, “I’m sure it’s not that bad,
and I’m not putting the windows down, it’s hotter than hell
outside and I have the AC running.”
Zac
continued to grumble about Hana, but it was clear that no one was
listening. Alan was hoping that the little conversation would deter
Hana from ripping another one, but the familiar feeling of hot summer
air blasting into his face told him no. The familiar unholy smell of
dead rotten meat made its way into Alan’s nose, as the softest and
gentlest sounds of a fart ripped before him. It was like a baby tuba
playing as it sputtered for a few minutes spewing its skunk smelling
spray out and into Alan’s little cave of doom.
Alan
was in utter hell as he gagged on the stronger and more potent
smelling intestinal gas. The smell was already burning into his nose
as he could feel the pungent fragrance filling his sinus. It wasn’t
anything pretty as Alan swore he was fading out. Just as he thought
he was gonna pass out from the smell of Hana continuously pushing
another fart out, the mother of the family let out a nose.
“OH!
Oh my gosh… really,” She complained. Zac let out a I told you
noise as he scoffed at his moms words. “Zac, the least you could do
was say something if you're gonna pass some gas,” She complained.
Zac
was shocked, “What? No it wasn’t me it was Hana, I told you it
was her-”
“Oh
Jesus,” The dad now said… “You could have cracked a window,”
He complained as Zac went on trying to defend himself.
Hana
didn’t say anything but it seemed like the more people talked the
more she was holding it in. Which was what Alan needed. He couldn’t
stay here, he would die from intoxication before they arrived
wherever the hell they were going. Alan reached out harder with his
hand and grabbed onto whatever he could to pull himself again. His
hand tugged but found he wasn’t budging again. Alan was about to
give up and pull his hand away from the mountainous massive ass, but
suddenly a deeper gurgling sound was replaced by the sound of seeping
air rushing toward him. The silent but extremely deadly air coming
out of Hana’s ass met Alan’s unprepared face as he was struck
with a surge of shitty smelling stink smashing into him like a
hurricane. The stench of past meals making its way into Alan’s nose
was so strong that he was sure he could tell exactly what Hana had
for dinner the other night. The smell bit into him like a shark
attack and reminded him how much he hated broccoli as the smell
curled into his sense of smell so much his mouth peeled back in a
disgusted look. How could someone’s farts smell so bad?!
Alan
was trying to breathe some fresh clean or even stale air to escape
Hana’s horrendous farts. Yet he was unable to, as he could
only bathe in the stench as he was submerged into subconsciousness
due to the lack of fresh air. The last thing Alan heard was the mom
saying, “OH MY… ZAC THAT IS JUST NASTY! Quick let’s find a rest
stop for SOMEONE to use.”
The
sound of Zac complaining it wasn’t him, was all that Alan heard as
he blacked out from one last soft sputter of sphincter squirts from
the very innocent but deadly Hana.
Alan
came to, with a sore arm. It felt like someone was dragging him by
the arm and it was in pain. He could feel himself swaying as the
force on his arm started to hurt more. Alan quickly woke up to the
feeling of his arm wanting to rip out of his socket. Crying out in
pain, Alan looked upward where his hand felt stiff and sore. His arm
was stuck on the gray fabric wall that he recalled seeing before
being sat on, then farted on till he passed out. His hand or wrist
was caught on some fabric or tied up to Hana’s clothes.
Whatever it was, Alan was hanging by his arm.
The
next thing that Alan realized was just as alarming and frightening,
as he was moving. It seemed that Hana was now walking outside of the
car, and was now dragging Alan along with her unaware. Alan quickly
started to reach for his stuck hand, only to glance downward and
notice how far the ground was and how stupid it would be to fall from
this height. Realizing how big of a mistake this would be, Alan
decided to stay attached to Hana till he was noticed by her, or
anyone at this point.
Looking
around as Hana walked somewhere, Alan made out a few signs and
objects that let him know he was at some gas station. It seemed the
family pulled over and now Hana was heading away from the car. Alan
could only assume that they were heading to the bathroom, as the
familiar and still slightly linger smell of her gas still seemed to
linger around himself.
Sure
enough the sound of a door being opened and the environment around
Alan shifted into a tile and sterile looking bathroom. Hana was now
in the women's bathroom. Alan was still looking around for some help
but the bathroom looked empty, at least from his position of hanging
off of Hana’s ass. Still, from the sounds of just Hana’s
footsteps and nothing else, Alan was pretty sure the bathroom was
dead empty except for themselves.
Alan
again grabbed at his hand that was still stuck, only to make sure he
was more secured and not likely to fall any second. As Alan reached
up he noticed Hana was entering one of the stalls in the bathroom.
She turned around to shut the stall door, letting Alan see the empty
toilet behind him. For a split second Alan thought of jumping into
the toilet, the water should help break his fall so he didn’t hurt
himself. Then he recalled who was in here with him and WHY she would
be here.
Still
staying still and attached to Hana, Alan figured he would be safer on
her clothes, at least till she uses the bathroom. Maybe he would be
on the ground when she lowered her clothes. Whatever Alan was
thinking of doing he decided to wait for a better opportunity, as
Hana closed the bathroom door and headed to the toilet. She started
to turn around, showing the toilet to Alana again.
Alan
watched as Hana reached for her clothes and prepared to sit down on
the toilet. Just as Hana was gonna pull her clothes down, she turned
her head around. She was either trying to line up with the toilet or
was double checking the toilet to see if it was clean enough.
Whatever the cause of it, Alan saw Hana’s eyes spot him. For a
split second he was glad, however that quickly turned to horror as
she let out a cry of alarm.
“BUG!”
Hana screamed.
Alan
didn’t have time to explain or correct Hana’s words as a hand
came out of nowhere, faster than lightning. Alan felt a dump truck
plow into him and sent him flying. His grip was gone and his hand was
knocked off of Hana’s ass as he went flying through the air from
the force of the slap. Before Alan could realize where he was, he hit
something cold and wet as he was submerged in water. Quickly pulling
himself up to the surface of the water, Alan looked up to hear the
sound of the stall door opening up and Hana quickly leaving, “I am
not using this bathroom,” She complained as she hurried away
leaving Alan in the toilet.
Alan
sighed as he realized he was safe, but not saved. He was now in a
toilet, which someone might see as a good thing but Alan wasn’t so
sure. At least now he was free to move around without being pinned in
between some car cushions or stuck to someone’s butt.
Figuring
no one was gonna help him get out, since the only one who knew where
he was, happened to be Hana and she wasn’t coming back anytime
soon. It was up to Alan to find a way out of this horrible mess, and
then… well he didn’t have a plan cause now he didn’t even know
where he was or how to get back to work!
“This
day couldn’t get any worse,” Alan grumbled to himself trying to
swim to a dryer part of the toilet he was stuck in. At least the
water helped clean off any stink and lingering smells from those
horrendous farts that covered him like the world's worst cologne.
As
Alan was debating on if that was an upside or not for being hit into
a toilet, he heard the sounds of the bathroom door being opened.
Unable to see, Alan could only listen to the sounds of feet traveling
across the hard floor as they approached and got closer. Alan froze,
did he dare try and get someone’s attention?
Before
Alan could process an answer to his own question the footsteps grew
louder as they came closer. Another door was shut and echoed in the
small stall, as Alan realized someone just entered the stall he was
in. Alan heard a familiar voice muttering now that the giantess was
closer. Alan watched as the mother of the family that drove here came
into view, “Thank God Zac or Hana took the fall for those farts. I
don’t know what I ate but it is really messing with me today.”
Alan
tried to make some kind of noise, but his splashing went unheard as
the mother of Hana was already showing her jean covered ass. The
sound of her unbuttoning and taking her pants off could be heard.
Soon her hands were pulling her clothing down and her bare ass was
showing itself to Alan. His words and noises died as he watched that
enormous round ass, oddly similar to her daughter’s but with a
little extra squish to it, coming down covering the toilet. The
mother didn’t look back like Hana did, and Alan wasn’t sure if
seeing him stuck in the toilet would have stopped her from popping a
squat.
The
big busty butt blocked out any source of light as it covered the lid
perfectly, sealing Alan under the looming lady’s rear end. The
sound of the mother sitting down forming a pressure seal, left Alan
in a horrible situation as he just realized what was gonna happen. A
gassy woman was sitting down on a toilet, it didn’t take a rocket
scientist to know what was gonna happen.
Alan
was subjected to a powerful roar of rupturing air as the Giantess let
out a deep rumbling roar from her ass. The gas flowing into the
toilet from the horrible blast hit Alan harder than Hana’s hand, as
the smell was many times worse than what Hana subjected him to. Just
like Hana, her mom had a similar scent of rotten eggs and old cheese
or dairy. They must have had similar meals or something because
neither of them was processing whatever they ate very well, and Alan
was just too busy gagging on the horrible smell.
“Ahhh,
thank God we stopped, I wouldn't’ be able to hold that in much
longer,” The mother chuckled. “I’d hate to blame that one on
the kids, that's for sure.”
Alan’s
screams were caught in the back of his throat as he couldn’t get
the gas out of his mouth and nose as the mom continued to push a few
more poots out. Sputtering more spice into the enclosed toilet like a
crockpot put on a slow cook. Alan realized he was doomed to die by
the increasing smog if not from what was coming next. The mother
didn’t even shift or move as she sat there letting her body do its
business. The stench of her farts were getting stronger and more
potent as they soon became less and less airy. It was like her bowels
were running out of gas, as they finally hit empty and no more gas
was coming out of that opening. However just because there weren’t
any more farts, didn’t mean that her colon was completely empty.
No, it just meant there was something else coming now.
Alan
would have given anything to be back under Hana’s assaulting ass
than her mothers, especially right now as it seemed time has run out
for him. The noise of a mighty mass of muck raining down from the
heavens filled Alan’s ears as he could feel the filthy presence of
something horrible coming for him. The smell was worse than any fart
he had to endure today, as the main source of the smells was much
worse. The horrible food, or foods, that she and her daughter ate was
now being expelled from her body. The stench of sewage along
with decomposing food would have made Alan pass out if his head
wasn’t screaming at him to get away. The power of the poop pouring
down around him was so mighty that he swore the toilet became a wave
pool. It was too dark for Alan to see but he could feel the massive
mound of manure making its way into the water. The feeling of this or
these towering turds touching the water caused him to wave around,
nearly sinking him from the dropage of these dirty bombs. Like little
explosives going off, Alan could hear the sound of this mighty mom’s
ass blowing out its insides as it sputtered and spewed more crap down
around and on Alan. He was hit by a meteor storm of shit as he
couldn’t tell what was touching him was solid, water, or something
of a mixture of both. The gunk gathered around him making swimming
impossible as he could feel the pool of water turn more into a swamp
of sludge.
Any
screaming Alan was doing went silent in fear of something other than
water ending up in his mouth in the pitch black darkness, as hell
rained down from all around him in thick chunky soup. Smelling
worse than anything he could have imagined, Alan was caught in a
literal shit storm. It wasn’t till he couldn’t move as he was
embedded in the mother’s muddy and mucky mess that Alan heard the
end of his apocalypse coming to a close. The heavens stopped erupting
as now the storm had finally passed. Alan refused to open his mouth
to breath, but the scent of shit swarmed his flaring nostrils. He
couldn’t really move or clean himself off of whatever was touching
him. Alan’s hands were submerged in the grossly gooey goop. It was
like someone tried to bury him in sand, only this wasn’t sand
around him… it was shit.
There
was light as Hana’s mom started to move, sounds of hundreds of
piece of toilet paper being ripped and used could be heard. With a
little bit of light, Alan could look around, but he didn’t want to.
He would have vomited if he saw what was around him. Instead he just
waited for the sound of flushing…
“OH
sweet Jesus that was nasty,” The mother gasped. “Hope it’s not
a clogger…”
Alan
didn’t have any hope that was true, but as if Hana’s mom could
warp reality with her words, the toilet was indeed clogged. Water
came in but nothing got flushed, Alan was still stuck as he felt
himself swirl a little only to end up back where he was in the mass
of mud that wouldn’t go down.
“Shit,”
the mom muttered, “Sorry whoever has to fix this… but I think
it’s time for me to hit the road.”
Alan
laid there in the stinky shit that she left behind, as if he were one
with the bowel movement. Alan gagged as he slowly inhaled through his
nose, getting a gentle reminder that he was stuck here until someone
found him or fixed the flusher. Either way, Alan was left there in
this hellish pit of death. Surrounded by the worst smelling shit he
had ever smelled. Maybe he would die from intoxication soon?
Alan
inhaled another sniff of deadly stench and counted the seconds it
took till he was saved or finished off, whichever came first…
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