The giant idiot is too numbed by years of bad hygiene to notice one little, insignificant itch, either that or he doesn't think it's bad enough to bother scratching. But all that pounding of bitty little Fists seems to have caused some reaction, the hole starts to twitch.
You keep pounding, harder and harder, screaming your lungs out, all the while not noticing the increasingly Twitchy Flash. It isn't until you hear the loud Rumble I'm behind the wrinkled wall that you stop and realize what you've done. It all took place in less than half a second, but that was enough to make your situation infinitely worse.
The wall bulge outward, pinning you to the Crusty, slime coated cheeks. And then the wall opened. A blast of superheated air hits you full on, making you feel as though your skin would either milled off or be torn off, he certainly vaporized what was left of your clothes. The stench was so foul, it couldn't even be described, all you knew was in that Split Second, he truly believed that you had found an actual doorway to the literal Hell.
The hurricane force winds stopped, and you were left completely dazed with senses overload, your ears ringing with temporary deafness. It took a while before you came back to your senses and realize that things had only gotten worse. On the plus side, your face was no longer plaster to the hole. On the negative sign, your legs had been caught and trapped inside the unrelenting ring of muscle that was Jack's butthole.
As your head, shoulders, and back are plaster to the two butt cheeks, you desperately start pulling at your legs, trying to free them from the trap that can only end badly. As nothing is working, you start to become more hysterical. Your body wants to completely freak out, but you hold it back, not wanting only the flesh again and risk a repeat of what just happened.
Suddenly you feel the world around you start to shift and move more prominently than before. As Jack gets up, his cheeks spread a little and sag down a bit, causing your upper body to become trapped between them. As Jack starts to walk, you are ground and squished within their thick, slimy confines, your legs incurred firmly in his horrendous hole.
As bits of dried filth and thick, strong hairs great away at your fully exposed skin, quacks to an unknown location. When he finally stops, you are eternally grateful and Hope something happens to either unstick your legs so that you have a chance at Escape from this torture chamber, or at least get you out from between these grinding mounds of blubber covered muscle.
The barest hint of light seep through the darkness as the cheeks spread in the giant bends over. You squint into the light and are just barely able to see...
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