“There stands before you a choice today,” Chrissy began, standing tall in front of Many with her hands behind her back. She had on a white long-sleeve shirt and some tight black sweatpants that showed off her huge ass, as it was a cold December day. “I shudder with anticipation,” came the dry response from the unsurprisingly sarcastic man sitting on the couch. Ignoring him, she continued, “Either you can physically help me set up for the Christmas party and earn my favor, or you can figuratively help me set up for the Christmas party and spend all day with my big butt.”
Many looked thoughtful for a moment and asked, “So, my choices are either physical labor for which you will constantly nag me for doing incorrectly, or exile to the unspeakable regions in which I expect I shall receive further punishment?” “Well I can at least see you have a thesaurus. Are you going to help me decorate or not,” Chrissy asked. Many smirked and said, “You don’t really know how to do a punishment do you? It’s always either something unpleasant you want me to do or I go in your butt. Not really the best deterrent, babe.”
Chrissy rolled her eyes and replied, “It’s not punishment for you, it’s fun for me! If you’re going to be a figurative pain in the ass, I’m going to at least counter-balance it by making you a literal pleasure in my ass. Honestly the choice is almost a formality, I’d rather have you with my butt than helping.” Many was silent for a moment and then muttered, “Wow. Okay then. Ass it is.” Sulking, Many watched as Chrissy grew, past her usual six feet and into double, then triple digits. Of course, it actually looked like he was shrinking, as the house grew to accommodate the largest person in it and thus everything else grew. She stopped, eventually, at a size where Many could easily slip between her cheeks.
With no pomp or fanfare, Chrissy picked up her now tiny-looking boyfriend with one hand and stretched the back of her pants and panties with the other. She dropped him into the abyss, and released her hold on the fabrics, sealing him in. Chrissy wiggled around and maneuvered his body until she got him in a great place, pressed face-first against her crack, and started gathering the decorations. The movement of course impacted Many in a big way as her cheeks ground against him with each step, and the heat was already intense thanks to her attire.
Chrissy ignored her boyfriend as she prepared. She placed all the supplies on a table and sat down on the couch to sort through them and plan where she wanted everything to go. This left Many being sat on, enduring all the weight that was resting upon on and even more whenever she shifted in her seat. “Pppphhhrrrrrrtttttttt!” Without warning Chrissy let out a small (for her) fart, filling the stifling area Many inhabited with a rank odor. “Ugh, okay, please don’t do that in sweatpants! It’s already hard enough to breathe in hear,” Many requested. “Pppppppphhhhhhhrrrrrraaaaaaaappppppp!” Chrissy said nothing but continued to work; no taunts or teasing or any acknowledgement of what she was doing.
“Eugh, that’s foul! Seriously stop,” Many yelled. He received no reply, and several minutes later Chrissy let out another smelly burst of gas. “Ppppllllbbbbbbbbbtttttttt!” The contaminated air became harder to breathe, and Many had to fall back on his exercises to keep from getting light-headed. “Okay, she’s ignoring you. You can handle this, she farts on you all the time and you know how to handle it.” “Sssssssssbbbbbbblllllllsssssssssss…” Many gagged as the SBD slithered out and challenged his resolve. “This is going to be a long day.”
After at least half an hour and a bunch of stinky farts Chrissy got up off the couch and began to decorate. The tree had already been put up as well as some other decorations, so the workload could be managed in the few hours she had before the party started. She squeezed her cheeks, feeling Many’s body had now become lodged in her crack instead of being plastered to it. This was not the best of adjustments for Many, since Chrissy’s cheeks were more confining than normal due to the tight sweatpants she had on.
Chrissy hung up snowflakes and wreaths on the walls, set up some snack tables and extra chairs, and got a ladder to hang up mistletoe all over the house. She got so caught up in her work that she actually forgot about her backseat occupant, but that didn’t stop her from continuing her gassy onslaught. Many, being pinned by her big gelatinous cheeks, was unable to do much to lessen the effects of her gas. “Ppprrrrrrrrrtttttt,” “Prrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaapppppppptttttttt,” “Pppplllllrrrrrrttttttt,” “Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssppppppppppppplllllllllllllllaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrtttttttt!” On and on they came, right in Many’s face.
“You’d think by now I’d have gotten used to how bad her gas could be, but no,” Many muttered during the aftermath of a particularly terrible fart. In the past he would have passed out by this point, but thanks to some training and endurance built up he was able to take it without suffering too much in the way of physical pain. The smell unfortunately was something that couldn’t be lessened, it always smelled horrible even if it didn’t make him sick or weak. He wasn’t even able to squirm, her cheeks were tight against him. He could only breathe, take in the stench and hope that she would get him out before the next blast.
Hours passed by with Many taking numerous nasty blasts to the face in the meantime. He finally saw light in their bedroom, as Chrissy undressed to put on her outfit for the party. “Pppppprrrrrrrrrtttttttttt!” Chrissy’s fart shot Many onto the bed, and she turned around as she felt something weird. “Oh, yeah. I forgot you were there,” Chrissy said, and began returning to normal size. “Bull, wait for it- shit,” Many muttered as he waited for everything to be back to its usual size. Chrissy sat down on his face for the remaining duration of her shrinking, farting a few more times for good measure while Many struggled under her and tried to push her off.
“Fix that attitude, sweetie, we got a party to throw. Now go shower off that stink and get dressed!” Chrissy got off him and began putting on an elf costume. Many growled but slunk off to the bathroom to get ready. When he got out, he put on the elf costume Chrissy had ‘convinced’ him to wear to the party. When he entered the living room Chrissy grabbed him and held him against her. “Look up,” she whispered, and they both did to see a mistletoe hanging there. Many smiled and they shared a long passionate kiss.
When they parted, Chrissy said, “Thank you for your help today. I really, really appreciated it.” Many shrugged and replied, “Anytime, babe.” “I’ll definitely take you up on that, sweetie.” A knock at the door snapped them out of the moment. Many went to get the refreshments; cookies, candy, cheeses, crackers and drinks. Chrissy answered the door, welcoming their first guests and starting off the Christmas party.