You woke up with a pounding head ache. You soothed up and looked around. It seemed as if you were in a giant blacksmith shop!
"That dumb kid must of shrunk me!" you said to your self. You looked around, and saw that you were standing on one of those old pumping fans for furnaces. The small room was very hot, causing beads of sweat to fall down your forehead. At least no one else was in here you thought to your self. You spoke too soon however, as the parent owner of the blacksmith walked in from another part of the shop. She was carrying a glowing red sword blade with tongs and walked right by you without seeing you. As she passed you, you noticed a few things. First, she was very well endowed, a nice figure in clothes that were too small and hugged every curve. The second thing that you noticed is that it seemed that she was getting extremely sweaty, more so around her armpits, breasts, and butt, all sweat spots clearly shown on the tight cloth that she wore. This became obvious when she walked by, wafting a cloud of stink over you, making you cough. The third thing you noticed is that she actually seemed to be working, meaning that that weird kid actually sent you back in time! You just stood still, shocked by the realization that you were actually in the real middle ages. That would explain the women's massive BO when she walked by. As you processed this information, you failed to hear or notice what the women was doing.
"Ow, i never should of had all of those eggs and beans! John was selling them for such a low price, but they just wreck my stomach" You looked up to see the women's large posterior looming in front of you, and could do nothing as she let loose a giant fart.
The stench blew all over you, the smell burning your nose and seeping into your mouth. The force of the fart was so strong that it actually blew you over to the end of the fan, just as the blacksmith saw that the fire was dying. She spun around, the horrible smell seeming to not effect her, and slammed her hand down. You, on the other side, went flying up into the air, heading right for the women.
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