Josiah hung from a tiny rock on the cliff side. His large fleshy breasts making it hard to really flatten himself against it the way he needed to. He started up the cliff ruining the manicure on his hands. He inched closer to the top but wasn’t quite able to top it, well not until the blast of gas from his giant ass pushed him over the edge. He caught his breath and stood up looking at the valley floor that stood below him.
“Josiah? Josiah? Are you there sweetheart?” a male voice came in over the radio.
“Yeah Aunt Julie,” he replied huffing and puffing, “I’m here.”
“So you think a cure’s there or not?”
“We’ll see,” Josiah smiled, wiping his large hawk nose, “we’ll see.”
It had been two years since Josiah brought the Switching Monkey Head of Mozambique home to his aunt, and a night of heavy drinking and a laying of the hands switched their bodies. Josiah had always admired his gassy aunt and didn’t mind becoming an older woman, especially one who was amazingly fit under all her extra blubber. But his aunt was another matter, and she wanted back in her body a soon as possible. And unfortunately the Switching Monkey Head of Mozambique had disappeared into a magical vortex after being used.
So Josiah had globe trotted across the face of the know world looking for a way to switch them back, and today he thought he found away in the Hidden Valley of Ranch below him. “Now don’t get hurt sweetie,” he heard his former voice advise him over his ear mike. Every time they got close, Julie insisted on coming and advising him at base camp. She had actually gotten to be quite the researcher in the last few years.
Josiah took a deep breath and farted, his ass cheeks spraying the hot humid fart in the valley air form behind his khaki pants. He zipped up his brown leather coat and began to descend into the valley floor. The valley sat in a rock structure that looked like a bowl. The walls of the bowl had been what Josiah spent the better part of a day scaling.
As he descended to the valley floor, which was much quicker seeing as the slope was not as steep on the inside of the bowl, Josiah felt his ass well with gas. “Uh oh,” he thought to himself. I he had to fart but his ass held it in it was more than likely a sign of trouble. “Worst spider sense in the world,” he often joked to Aunt Julie. Josiah stopped and surveyed his surroundings, wondering what danger lie hidden among the vines.
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