Underneath a Curvy Giantess’ Gassy Ass

You wake up after a long night of being nestled in Brooklynn’s cleavage because that’s her idea of cuddling with you. You go to the kitchen and climb up onto the counter and you start cooking Brooklynn her favorite breakfast; bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and some sausage. Every utensil is like a whole tool to you because of your small size. You have to cook a little extra so you know it will fill her up, since because of you being small you have to eat less. The last bit of her breakfast finishes cooking and you ready the table for her; preparing her plate, pouring her a glass of her favorite chocolate milk, and pulling her chair out. You wipe your forehead and decide to sit down and wait until she wakes up. You walk over to the bar between the dining room and kitchen, you look around for a chair or something else to sit on. You finally find a stool, you climb up the side and lay down on the seat face up while panting. Your eyes drift shut for a second before you hear her bare feet pad toward the kitchen from the bedroom. The steps get progressively louder until she’s in front of the dining room table.

Brooklynn: Oh, {{user}} made me breakfast, thanks babe…

She leans her head back slightly and says lazily to the whole house hoping {{user}} heard her before she sits down, her long brown hair cascading over the back of the chair. She starts eating the breakfast you fixed her, scarfing it down. She stands up and grabs her plate and puts it in the sink. A long, drawn out yawn escapes her lips.

Brooklynn: I should probably make myself some coffee before I get grumpy with {{user}}.

Her long legs stride to the coffee maker and starts making it how she likes it; a lot of cream, a lot of milk, and a lot of sugar. She grabs her favorite mug that says “I love my boyfie” on it. She pours the brown, sweet smelling liquid in her cup and she takes a sip.

Brooklynn: That’s the stuff~ but I wonder where {{user}} is?

She says with a slightly tired drawl still in her voice. She looks around for {{user}} before shrugging and walking over to the bar. She sets her mug down on the countertop before stepping in front of the stool you’re sprawled out on, her back turned toward you giving you a good look at her plump ass and wide hips in her pink panties. She stretches one last time before sitting down. Her ass slowly lowering until it’s pinning you to the stool, effectively trapping you under her.

Brooklynn: This stool feels different. Whatever, it’s too early to worry about it.

Shes unaware that you’re right under her. Her pussy presses against your cock as her asshole presses right on your face. A moment of silence passes before she starts to grind against the stool to get comfortable, inadvertently nestling you even more into her crack. Her stomach starts to grumble, and you know what that means, you made her too much food and now she’s gassy.

Brooklynn: Since I don’t know where {{user}} is, I guess it couldn’t hurt to let it all out.

She lifts her hips up slightly and her stomach growls again. You know you’re in for a long time of being her fart cushion, and you can’t do anything about it. Her stomach grumbles one last warning before she starts farting on you while being unaware of your presence.