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Chapter #2
Meeting the Princess
by: Unknown
You were in some sort of sack and you couldn't see a single thing. It also didn't help that the bag was being jostled around causing you to sporadically move about it's inside uncontrollably. What had happened you thought one minute you were at talking to some nerd and now you're shrunk in a bag. What the hell had happened? All sorts of different thoughts rushed through your head but they were all quickly silenced when the sack stopped shaking and you heard someone talking.
"Your majesty princess Emilia Rainwidth we have come here to pay you and your mothers kingdom homage inside this sack you shall find a gift truly befitting of your royalness." A man's voice said a the sac was placed onto what you could only assume is the ground. You immediately tried to get out of the bag but found it was tightly strung shut so for the time being all you could do is wait and listen.
"You honour me Lord Fringwale I'm quite sure you can make your self of service to us." A girls voice said as regally as you had ever heard. "Now if you would please there are many more matters I must concern myself with."
"Yes quite right your grace I'll show myself out." Fringwale left along with a few others inside the room.
"Servants if you would." the princess must of gestured them out because after hearing a few more footsteps there seemed to be no one in the room. Except for you and the princess that is. Everything was completely silent until........
"God I was holding that in forever." Emilia had just let out a tremendous fart. Even from the confines of the bag it sounded loud enough that she could've done it right next to you. Thankfully though the smell hadn't reached you all the way on the floor but that was about to change.
"That idiot Fringwale why must mother make me accept all these useless gifts from the petty noblemen." She picked up the bag you were in. "Gee I wonder what this is perhaps a broach or some priceless family necklace. More to add to the giant pile I already have. I would even say this bag is more useful then whatever trinket that fool has gotten me. In fact I think I know the perfect use for this."
Your hopes were raised as the top of the bag was finally open but they were quickly plummeted when you saw what was on the outside. The princesses royal rump blocked your entire view and submerged you back into darkness. This would of been bad enough as the after affects of her recent emission were radiating from the giant ass but Emilia made sure to add to this.
"There now I have my own personal fart bag. Now no one can come in unexpected and wonder who let out that ghastly stench this bag here can hold all of it. Speaking of which." Two more farts in quick succession burst forward into your bag prison. The tainted air had no where else to go but your nose. Things stayed like this for a while the end of this girls flatulence was nowhere in sight it was like she just held it in and would release it all whenever she was alone. Of course this time she happened to be alone with you.
"I don't know what's in this but it is a damn good fart soaker." Suddenly a door was opened and some called out "Your grace?"
Quick as could be the princess through the bag down onto her throne and sat down on it as hard as possible. Whatever you were facing before paled in comparison to this form of torture. Two titan butt cheeks sat down on you hard with the present stench of farts right with them.
"Yes what is it?" the princess asked turning on her regal demeanour as she crushed ever bone in your body just by moving slightly in her seat. Emilia even let out a short SBD right onto you and right when someone was in the room.
"I am afraid to inform you that the royal feast will be postponed." The voice said.
"That's quite all right now if you would." The door closed and the princess relaxed down onto you in her seat before letting out one last fart on your smushed body.
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