Chapter #4Final Stop: Stink Hell! by: Unknown The next thing you heard after that atomic fart besides the train rolling and this woman's guts churning was some loud, slovenly snoring. The way her heavy breathing became regular and steady confirmed your fears: she has fallen asleep! It sounded like she was even drooling! There was no way she'd move now; even if you could move your arms you'd never be able to get a pain reaction through these tons of blubber on her butt. You were completely trapped, like a piece of tp on her undoubtably filthy butthole.
Just when your misery seemed like it couldn't be any more complete, her anus flexed in your face and a dense, foggy, piping hot fart eeked out. It was a whisper from the butt blast before, but the ungodly stench of rotten eggs that snaked into your nostrils made your eyes water and it was so incredibly hot and steamy that you felt like your brain was boiled like a cabbage. You passed out seconds after smelling it and joined your captor in slumberland.
It wasn't a restful dream mind you, think "Pink Elephants" but with more flabby farting fannies.
When you came to it was to the sound of the train conductor on the speaker "Last stop, City convention center and hotel! Any remaining passengers must gather their belongings and vacate the train immediately."
Your large-butted "friend" must've heard the announcement too, because she hauled herself and you off the seat. This gave you ample opportunity to free yourself, which you did as soon as possible. With a push on those plush cheeks, you peeled yourself out of that crack with a sickeningly-sweaty shhhhllliiick! Finally free, you took a deep breath of fresh air.
Big mistake. Instead of "fresh" air, you sucked down a hellish miasma of trapped farts, body odor and a heaping helping of foot smell from a few passengers who removed their shoes. After your brief choking fit, you looked around to find that every single passenger was a girl who was equally as smelly as your last captor! Some were skinnier, some were fatter, some taller and some shorter, but they all reeked and their stink had melded together into a bouquet of nasal dearh.
You struggled to push past some of the girls, but they wouldn't budge, some even knocking you around like a pinball and shouting stuf like "rude"!" And "wait your turn!". You were forced to move with this pack of sweaty, gassy girls even after they shoved you out of the train. The whole group remained tightly knitt, keeping you in and bouncing you between asses and breasts and armpits whenever you misstepped.
You were forced towards the convention center, and as you got close you could see on the signs that these gross girls had gathered for...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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