Alex would rub his head, grabbing his chin as he'd crack his neck just slightly before standing up, his legs were still a bit wobbly from the impact. Though for some reason, the room got significantly darker, wondering what happened, Alex would look up towards the ceiling lights only to see his worst nightmare.
Two massive globes of ass-meat would hover above him, jiggling ever so slightly as it'd make her cheeks smack into each other, causing a feint clapping noise to echo throughout the room.
"Hurry the fuck up Sara, lunch is almost over!" the lady towering above him would say, enabling Alex to identify her.
It was Taylor. Alex knew her all too well. Taylor had a reputation around this school, well, this town actually. And boys usually avoid her at all costs due to this reputation, you included.
Taylor isn't really a tomboy, on the contrary, she loves to dress up in pink, girly-girl clothing, watch romantic movies, Taylor has a very feminine personality as well, apart from when she passes gas or uses the toilet.
Taylor absolutely loves to pass gas, whether it's a squeaker or a liquid torrent of sharts. She loves it, she loves it so much that she sometimes can't help herself, and just have to let one rip. Doesn't matter when or where, it's just like an obsessive fetish.
Taylor also happens to be a rather sporty girl, always running to and from school, she recently joined the Track Team, Volleyball Team as well as the Dance Club, and this month is exclusively for learning twerking properly.
Alex would snap back to reality, shaking his head rapidly from side to side as his eyes were still glued to the mammoth behind which blocked most of his view. Hidden beneath a short, pink skirt, which barely managed to cover her entire behind. Taylor would shift her weight, waiting. Her rectum shortly followed as it just kept jiggling it's massive flesh, wobbling and crashing into each other. Taylor would smirk to herself as she reached her hands around towards her behind, firmly grabbing onto each butt-cheek as she'd spread them apart. Alex looked questionably at her as he'd widen his eyes considerably. He'd peer his eyes, barely able to notice the very thin fabric of her thong which was buried miles deep inside her butt crack, the thin strap barely covering anything as he concentrated, trying to get a glimpse of her butt-hole.
Alex's plan was short lived though, as before he knew it, Taylor would lower her rump just slightly, keeping it at a fair distance from the stool still. She would then flex her butt-hole, causing it to bulge out slightly before a rancid fart would explode out her butt, starting out as a squeaker but then transforming into a lower-pitched, airy fart which pushed poor Alex firmly down onto the seat, unable to move his limbs as he laid on his back.
"Mmnh, fuck yeah." Taylor would whisper to herself, followed by a minor moan as she'd reach her finger into her butt crack, stroking her butt-hole with her index finger as if she was praising it. Taylor would shout once more at Emily. "Are you fucking done soon? Class is starting any minute."
However Sara just calmly responded. "Hold your shits, I'm almost done, got a misbehaving turd." before a series of farts would be heard from the stall.
Taylor would just sigh in response as she released her hands from her cheeks, causing them to smack and knead into each other for a considerable amount of time. She'd cross her arms, waiting impatiently as she'd look over her shoulder. Alex thought his luck had finally turned as he saw Taylor's face, she was looking at him. Alex would raise his arms and jump up and down frantically. Taylor, however, didn't see a tiny man on the stool, she just saw, well, the stool.
Alex kept flailing his arms and shouting in hopes of being noticed, though he was never a very lucky person, and his shouts of joy quickly turned into screams of fear as he would see Taylor starting to squat. Her cheeks straining against the pink skirt as the bottom of her cheeks would bulge outwards. Alex was petrified, running around in circles as he looked for a way off this stool. But no, he was stuck here. He'd slip on his own legs out of both panic and clumsiness as he'd land on his back, looking up at her monstrous cheeks. Alex would pray to whatever deity he could think of as he noticed her behind slowly coming to a halt mere inches away. Was this it? Is this the break Alex have been wishing for?
The answer soon came as Taylor reached her hands down to her skirt as she'd grab it's edges, firmly tugging it upwards as her ass would explode outwards, growing considerably in size as it'd jiggle wilder than ever, each cheek being considerably bigger than the small seat of the stool, her squatting also caused her cheeks to spread apart slightly, once again displaying the cavernous abyss that was her butt crack. Alex would close his eyes, this was the end after all. He could feel the darkness come closer as soon enough everything would go quiet.
"A-am I dead?" Alex asked himself, borderline crying. He'd open his eyes as to figure out where he was, reaching his arm out as he pressed against something soft and warm. "A flesh coffin?" Alex started to question his current situation, though as if right on queue. A loud gurgling noise would be heard above as a loud, liquidy fart sprayed out of Taylor's rump, the stench quickly invaded every corner and crevice of Alex's tomb as he'd start to cough and gag, wiping the liquid off his face.
He'd soon feel movements from above as Taylor would shift his rump, leaning to one side as she'd release another foul fart, although dry this time. Taylor would then stand up, her cheeks firmly clasping onto Alex's sides as she'd wedge him tightly.
Where was Taylor going?
Dance Class.
Taylor was late for her public dance class, it's a 50/50 chance she'll make it if she runs, although her dance teacher is pretty darn strict, and if Taylor does come late, she'll most probably punish her for it.
Math Class
Taylor was waiting for Sara because they were going to be late for math, they would eventually meet up with Emily, Talia and Kristen to go there together. It's a two hour and thirty minutes long class, so maybe Alex will have enough time to get help.
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