Before you could protest you had been shrunk down and placed in your mom's butt. You guys had just arrived home and so far she hasn't farted on you. Just after you said that, you felt that your surroundings began to shake, but it was different from when she was wiggling her hips. There was a distant but low rumbling that immediately alarmed you even though you didn't know for sure what it exactly was.
"M-Mom?!"
"Huh? You heard that? Guess my belly's noisier than I thought" She giggled. You definitely didn't like that sound, and her attitude wasn't helping.
"Please tell me that it's hunger" You worriedly said, almost pleading, since the only other option would be much, much worse for you. There was a split second of silence, but it felt much longer to you, and the tension was so great that you felt as if what little air that was there around you had liquefied. There was another giggle, but it was different... it was a nervous one.
"No, it's not hunger, honey..." She said apologetically. Even though usually it was something she was fond of herself, she was painfully aware that it wouldn't make this any smoother, and if anything, it may cause you to resent her, even if you said you didn't. Upon hearing her answer, you froze.
'I know mom's always kind of gassy, but damnit! I wish I wouldn't have to suffer it so soon...' You thought, groaning quietly in frustration.
"If I had known you'd be riding back there I wouldn't have eaten those pork rinds..." She then said just as her stomach made louder noises and a small burp slipped out of her mouth.
That was a terrible sign, you knew that when that happened, it meant that there was really way too much gas built up inside her. Panic immediately set in, and you frantically wriggled around, trying to climb her mountainous cheeks, anything to try and get as far as possible from your impending gaseous doom. As soon as you started doing that, the rumbling intensified and the thundering groans coming from the deep darkness got drastically louder. The squishy walls that engulfed you tightened upon you, and you could feel that everything was shaking, but differently from the rumbling's own ominous vibrations.
"Callum, honey... please... don't move around so much in there..." She said, and as if on cue her stomach growled more loudly and grew a little more, it was pretty bloated and the pressure on the inside would only increase with time. Despite that, she was holding it in for her son's sake.
"Alright, alright! I stopped moving! I'm sorry!" You were even more afraid now, and you forced yourself to lay motionless while your surroundings kept on shaking and the noises got louder and louder. You knew that they were always massive and really loud... trying to imagine what one of those blasts would be when multiplied by your current scale (and being so close to the epicenter) only made you wish you were crushed earlier when she sat on you.
Jade winced, the fear in your voice was more than evident, but she could also feel you trembling. She was disappointed that her body seemed to have chosen a really poor moment to betray her, right when she was trying to make your stay as good as she could get it to be. She closed her eyes and considered her options... the most sensible one would be to take you out before the 'bomb' went off, yet, something about her own motherly intuition was also advising her against that. She new you needed gas.
It was then that she panicked herself... She had always taken pride in being a natural when it came to parenting skills, and this was the first time she actually didn't know what to do. She felt like she was a teenager all over again, and not in the way she would've wished. Her stomach continued to loudly protest, as she refused it to release the pressure that it struggled to contain. Feeling unsure about the whole thing,
"Callum, honey..." You heard your mother's muffled voice "I don't really know if you can hear me that well..." She said just as the growling became louder and the rumbling intensified, feeling like a relatively weak but constant earthquake.
"I swear I meant to go easy on your first day..." She apologized "But looks like last night's snacks are coming back with a vengeance". She tried to ease the mood, but immediately winced, her stomach looked really bloated now and it hurt.
Everything she was saying only added to your despair, though, to your slight consolation, at least she still cared, evidenced by the fact that she was still holding her farts in even though her voice sounded pained and the awful noises her stomach made actually sounded painful by themselves. But that also chilled your blood, for you'd be right in the line of fire...
"So... uh... well, you know me..." She chuckled again, grunting a little, as even that bit of laughter caused her more pain.
"This will happen quite often, but I hope it won't be as bad as today" She continued and fidgeted a little. She still wasn't sure which was the right call, normally she'd take you out when her gas got too bad, but as the AC was on, she knew you'd get chilled very fast, and she couldn't even trust her chest to be warm enough. Her stomach then made louder, ominous sounding growls and she knew her time had just run out.
"Please cover your ears and hold on tight... it'll be over before you realize..."
Only a couple of seconds later, with that as your only warning, you felt as if you were on a front row seat to the first nuclear bombing of a starting World War III. Blazing hot winds blew into and past you, though the immensely heavy, blubbery masses engulfing you made sure that you stayed in one place. The insanely powerful torrent of gas pushed you with incredible force, pressing you somewhat into your mom's smooth skin.
You could swear you were getting roasted, the gigantic fart was just that hot, making you feel like you were in a sauna rather than a room with the AC on, but then again, even without farting, your mom had plenty of 'insulation'. The heat was the first thing you focused on, but the noise was just insane, its massive reverberations shook your everything like massive shockwaves, putting the previous earthquake-like shaking to shame. At least heeding your mom's warning paid off in that your eardrums didn't burst, but you could swear you almost got a concussion from the raging soundwaves alone, and your whole skeleton felt like it was made of twigs.
With your senses vastly overwhelmed, it took a bit more for you to experience the third element of this torment, which was the smell. Sadly, you were quite used to the smell of your mom's gas, and yet, this was bad even for her... though Lillian could probably do worse on a bad day. Still, it only served to contribute further to making you feel dizzy, losing your sense of time faster than before. After what felt like an eternity, your mom's monstrous release finally subsided, but you could still hear the ominous rumbling farther into the darkness behind you...
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