By: Europaguy
Millicent Hawthorne yawned as she scratched her plump, jiggly left buttcheek that poked out somewhat from beneath her short, white bathrobe. Flipping the omelet that she’d been frying on the skillet in front of her for the last few minutes, the 42-year-old single mother smirked at the feeling of a slight itch coming from deep between the fleshy, eye-catching round globes that made up her expansive rear end.
“Stop fussing, you’re in there for a reason,” Millicent scoffed down towards her bubble butt. “Perhaps you can use your time in my ass to think about those extra two hours that you stayed out last night. When I say be home by 11:00pm, I mean 11!”
Buried from view and nestled deep between the gargantuan mounds that made up the single woman’s derriere was a tiny, doll-sized teenager girl who couldn’t have been more than four inches in height. Pressed against the naked anus by a seemingly invisible force, the young woman groaned with disgust at having to be immersed in Millicent’s huge ass.
“God, Mom, I said I was sorry and that I’d never do it again!” the teen moaned, struggling against the pressure that was keeping her crammed against the pulsing sphincter as her nose twitched at the eye-watering anal stench. “Just please let me out, it friggin stinks in here!”
“That’s the point, my darling Angel,” Millicent replied with a smirk, finishing the omelet that she was cooking and sliding it onto a china plate. “Now hush up, this is just hour 1, you still have 47 hours of serving as my living thong to go!”
Millicent Hawthorne lived in a luxurious condo with her teenage daughter, an unruly girl named Angel, where the pair shared an interesting secret. The Hawthornes were the decedents of a long line of witches, and thus carried the magic powers that their broom-riding ancestors bestowed upon them, living their lives the best that they could among the mortal world. Millicent typically got along pretty well with her daughter, though Angel had begun to show an increasing amount of rebellion since entering adolescence, and the spell-casting mother was more than ready to put a stop to this behavior. After breaking her curfew, the 17-year-old Angel found herself shrunk down by her mom’s magic, reduced to the size of a doll, and to her absolute horror, was pinned against the inside of her parent’s rather large rear.
The talk of the condominium, Millicent was a gorgeous, voluptuous woman with long, flowing black hair. She had a shapely figure with a bulging bosom, a plump abdomen, and best of all, a humongous, fat ass that demanded that onlookers glue their eyes to the globe-sized cheeks that swayed hypnotically with every step. Angel hadn’t inherited much of her mom’s curves, and was instead a rather skinny thing that was powerless in her mother’s grasp.
“Just wait until I learn some spells of my own!” Angel coughed angrily as she tried to stifle a gag while the tight space between the curvaceous woman’s heavy cheeks grew sweatier and smellier with every passing minute. “I’ll get you for this, I’ll- oh god, this reeks!”
“Who said I’m teaching you anything?” Millicent giggled as she took a seat at the kitchen table with her plated breakfast, letting her full weight settle and completely engulf her daughter. “Now be a girl and just accept your punishment. I’m eating eggs, so if I wanted to, I could make this much worse for you…”
“Worse? This already sucks!” Angel wailed before she was smothered into her own mother’s asshole as her giant form sat down, letting out a muffled scream as her face ended up crammed right up against the inside of the stinky orifice.
“Oh, trust me darling,” the bottom-heavy witch snickered. “There is a long list of things that I can do to make things worse. Here’s one of them.”
A bubbly fart rippled out from beneath the hefty woman, who wiggled her booty as the flatulence noisily ripped out from deep between her weighty asscheeks. It didn’t take long before a frantic struggling could be felt deep in the giantess’ buttcrack, where Millicent smiled as she squeezed out another ‘demonstration’ for her daughter.
Taking another bite of her breakfast, the witch took her time eating and watching youtube on her phone, pausing every now and then to take a sip of the thick, chocolaty protein shake that she’d decided to have that morning (primarily for sadistic, gas-inducing reasons).
“You know, dear daughter, that our people used to have it a lot worse back in- ahhhh- the day,” Millicent explained as she lifted her left asscheek slightly to let out another powerful fart, again dousing her trapped child with furious typhoon of rotten gas. “We witches used to be burned at the stake for merely existing. At least now, you only have to- ahhhh ohhh that was a good one- get burned by mommy’s stinky farts.”
“M-mom, please!” Angel cried as her heavy eyeshadow ran down her cheeks as tears swelled in her eyes. Another heinous explosion impacted her face point-blank, its rancid stench adding to the already foul insides of the giantess’ expansive crack. “It fucking reeks, I can’t breathe in here!”
“Well, you’re barely coming up on hour 2 out of 48,” Millicent chuckled, setting her phone aside as she pushed her empty plate away. “Anywho, I think it’s about time for my morning workout. This sexy body doesn’t just maintain itself, you know!”
Casting a spell on a broom, some dishrags, and the sink, the witch departed the kitchen as it began to literally clean itself with the magic while she made her way to the bedroom to change. Dropping her bathrobe to the floor, Millicent admired her thick, voluptuous figure in the mirror as she took mirth in looking at her gargantuan rear end, her pale, flawless skin putting the W in PAWG. There wasn’t even a hair of her daughter in sight, the tiny girl buried from view completely by the jiggly, globe-sized cheeks.
“If you think it’s a little smelly now, just wait,” the spellcasting mother chuckled as she pulled up a tight pair of grey yoga pants. “These things always get so sweaty, they just cling to my buttcrack by the time I’m done!”
Struggling as she pulled the abused waistband over her hefty derriere, Millicent smirked as the pious cries of her daughter were even more muffled now as the pants appeared almost skin-tight on her fleshly thighs. Walking over to the large TV mounted on the wall around the other side of her bed, the curvaceous mage flicked on the screen with a tap of her finger and selected her virtual personal trainer.
“Alrighty, ladies, today we’re going to focus on one area that some of us might think has gotten a little too big,” the peppy, smiley-faced woman on the TV explained with a wink. “I’m talking, of course, about our butts!”
“Mmm, you hear that, Angel?” Millicent laughed. “I guess you were just destined to receive a lot of booty-related punishment today. Oof, I know if I’m going to feel the burn, then you definitely are too…”
“Okay, let’s start with a little warm up!” the virtual assistant continued. “I wanna see 5 sets of squats, 30 reps each!”
“Damn, that’s some warm up,” the witch said with a shrug as she got into an optimal squatting position. “I just hope that all this squatting doesn’t conjure up some rather eggy gas…for your sake, at least.”
Referring of course to her imprisoned daughter, Millicent began to slowly squat down, relishing in the distinct feeling of the tiny person wedged tightly against her shithole become ever more pushed against her increasingly-sweaty behind. Stopping with her enormous booty hovering off the ground, the giantess exhaled as she held the position for a second before standing back up, where she then went on to repeat the same motions again, and again, and again.
“Whew, you know a squat doesn’t look like much, but when you do a bunch of them…” Millicent panted with an evil grin, wiping some accumulated sweat off of her forehead as she began to sense a particular dampness growing in the dark depths of her asscrack. “Gosh, and I’m not even done one set yet! I might have to throw these pants straight to the wash after this.”
Her compacted body depriving her of the ability to scream, Angel instead groaned loudly as her face was pressed so hard against her mothers’ fuming butt that her head and face had become clamped just inside the sweated rosebud that she’d been mashed against for the last couple of hours. Tears in her eyes as she took in the burning, putrid musk of her own mom’s BO, the trapped teen coughed and attempted to hold back a gag at each inhale of the giantess’ ass stench. Her squashed lips attempted to open in order to beg her mother for release, but this only resulted in some droplets of fresh butt sweat entering the shrunken girl’s mouth, choking the tiny with the revolting taste and sending her suffering body frantically squirming against the hot, humid environment.
“Ooooohhhh that’s nasty,” Millicent exclaimed as she accidently let out a long, wet-sounding fart while coming down on her 20th squat, the bassy rip of gas echoing throughout the bedroom.
The thick mother was without mercy, however, and refused to give her daughter reprieve as she merely continued her squats as more farts occasionally blasted out of her gigantic rear, usually always when the poor teen had her face crammed into Millicent’s ass at the apex of each squat.
“Mmmph, mom, please!!” Angel managed to beg before her nose and mouth were promptly smushed back against the giantess’ anus, ass sweat flowing over the pretty girl’s face as her whole body shuddered at the putrid stench of yet another fart as it breezed over her like a stinky autumn wind.
It was this horrific workout torture that the young teenager would have to endure for the next half hour, where Millicent soon ended up feeling quite sore after the repeated squats as her thighs and rump ached after completing all her sets.
“Alright, ladies, great job!” the virtual assistant exclaimed. “Now that we’re done the warm up, we can-”
“-Fuck that,” the voluptuous mother panted as she switched the TV off, fanning her sweated face as she sat down on the bed. Smirking, she ground her sweaty ass into the covers, the deep depths of her buttcrack feeling quite swampy as she lifted an arm and took a sniff at her pit.
“Whew, that workout got me a little ripe, but I don’t feel like showering now,” the giantess witch sighed as she shifted into the bed and laid down. “You don’t mind, do you Angel?”
Gasping and wheezing as if she was trapped in an oven, Angel’s frothy mouth whined and groaned as the poor youth was close to baking alive in the fetid, reeking hot environment that had become her prison, wedged deeply in her own mother’s moist, sweaty, fragrant ass that grew smellier by the second. The dissipating farts from early still hung about in the tight, ill-vented environment, further weakening the whimpering teen with the crippling odor.
“Oooh, I tell you, hun, those squats really got the blood pumping,” Millicent half-moaned as her hand hovered above her sweatpants-covered crotch. “And I’m not going to lie, you squirming around down there is really lighting a couple of fires in me…”
Before the curvaceous giantess could stop herself, her left hand dove into the waistband of her tight pants, finding her already-moist pussy and gently beginning to stroke her clit. Biting her lower lip, Millicent again began to grind her sweaty ass in place as she started shamelessly pleasuring herself to the sensation of her own child pressed deeply against her anus.
“Fuck, mom, really??” Angel whined as her tortured nose took in the whiff of something new: her mother’s pussy. Fussing evermore against the magic spell that was keeping her held against the giantess’ bare bottom, the teenage girl desperately tried to access her own dormant magic powers, wishing for anything that might be able to free her from her current situation. Focusing on her energy on the pulsing, sweat-slicked butthole that her face was crammed against, Angel closed her tear-filled eyes as she tried to will her powers into activation, thinking deeply about the stench around her and how much she wanted to get away from it.
Starting from her immobilized arm, a glow began to work its way up the young witch’s body, where Angel could feel a distinct warmth welling up inside her.
“This is it, my powers!” the teen smiled as she kept her eyes shut while she attempted to cast a spell for the very first time.
“Mmmm Angel, was that you?” Millicent moaned dreamily as she continued working her clit, until she noticed some radiant light seemingly emitting from her ass. “Wait…what the hell, did you cast a spell!?”
Pressing her hand against her mom’s anus, Angel smiled with anticipation as she let the magic flow through her body and into her mother. Not quite sure what she was doing, the young teen attempted to think about how much she wanted to be free, and how much she wanted to return to normal size.
As the light disappeared from her hand, Angel waited for a moment, only to find that she was still pressed up against her mother’s butt by an invisible force. A deep, distant gurgle could be heard from behind the giantess’ asshole, and the shrunken girl soon felt a bit of worry rise up from deep within her chest. Puckering forward as if to give her a kiss, Millicent’s sweated anus opened right against Angel, and let loose an enormous, Earth-shattering fart that bellowed into the doll-sized prisoner like a hurricane, blasting her poor body with a furious heat and an intolerable reek.
“Idiot, you just casted ‘Flatulencia Superma’ on my butt,” the giantess mother laughed. “You’ve pretty much given me the farts of an elephant, and it lasts for a whole week!”
Crying as she gagged on the new, rancid odor from her mom’s butt, Angel was mercilessly bombarded with another thundering eruption that blitzed her head and hair, ripping some of the loose locks from her scalp as the gale-force wind obliterated her body with a toxic odor. Tears flowing down her reddened face, the teenager begged and cried to be released, only to receive another point-blank, tornado of a fart directly against her flaring nostrils. The stench of the giantess’ expansive backside and even her nasty farts from earlier paled in comparison to this gas, which brought with it a sort of deep, earthy stench reminiscent of compost and horse manure.
“Not smart, Angel, not smart at- ahhhhhh- all,” Millicent scoffed as she licked her lips while letting out another bomb from her colon, vibrating the bed with its intense force as it exploded from her rear. “And I’m sorry to say but since this was your fault to begin with, you can just stay down there and enjoy the fruits of your little rebellion.”
With that, poor Angel was left to stew in her mom’s asscrack all day, all night, and for a full other day after that, taking point-blank, nonstop farts the whole time. It would be a life changing experience for the tiny, who would truly never fully recover from the intolerably, toxic odors that she was forced to take in hour after hour. Millicent didn’t complain, of course, as her daughter would go on to be very obedient, albeit a little scared of her for life. The faint stench of flatulence that permanently would radiate from Angel’s body would serve as a grim reminder to anyone to never, ever disobey a witch…