Scarletts Farts - Clumsy Giantess Keeps Sitting on Tiny

Scarletts Farts - Clumsy Giantess Keeps Sitting on Tiny

As the day went on, Scarlett couldn't help but feel eager to return home to her beloved tiny companion. She loved the way he wriggled around under her skirt, always finding his way into the most intimate places. She smiled to herself, unable to resist giving her behind a little wiggle as well.

Upon arriving at her apartment, she quickly shed her jacket and purse, eager to feel the warmth of his tiny body against her. She had just dropped her things on the couch when she felt it – a soft, barely perceptible knocking. It took her a moment to realize that it was her stomach, but when she did, she laughed out loud. Her boyfriend had warned her about this – he was hungry, and she always ate like a horse.

She rushed to the kitchen, her footsteps shaking the entire room. As she filled a plate with food, she could feel him shuddering from the vibrations. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself – he was so adorable. She made her way back to the living room, where she carefully set the plate down on the coffee table.

She watched as his little hands trembled as they reached for the food. She couldn't help but feel protective of him, and she found herself unconsciously leaning forward, ready to catch him if he fell. He ate quickly, and soon enough, she could hear a familiar sound from across the room.

It was then that she realized her mistake. She was sitting on the couch, and he was under it. Her gigantic rear was too close for comfort, and it wasn't long before he found himself engulfed in a cloud of putrid gas. His face turned a shade of green as he gasped for air.

"Scarlett, you... uh... farted," he managed to wheeze out between foul breaths. She looked down at him with an apologetic smile, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, baby," she said, using all of her strength to lift herself off of him. "I couldn't help it. You should have warned me."

Her words only elicited a weak gag from him as he struggled to catch his breath. She watched helplessly as he curled up into a ball, trying to protect himself from any further attacks. She knew she should have been more careful, but the thought of hurting him made her heart ache.

With that in mind, she made her way to the bathroom, where she locked herself in. She knew he would be fine – he was just used to her giantess ways. But still, she couldn't help but feel guilty. As the hot air hit her backside, she winced in anticipation of what was to come. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for the burst of stinky gas that was about to escape her.

And so it went – one giant fart after another, each one forcing her to cringe in pain as it escaped from her body. She could hear him calling her name from the other room, but she ignored him, focusing instead on relieving herself of the terrible odor that clung to her.

After what felt like an eternity, she emerged from the bathroom, feeling a little bit better. She made her way back to the living room and knelt down next to him. "I'm sorry, baby," she said, brushing a gentle finger over his smooth head. "I'll be more careful from now on, I promise."

She could see that he still looked a bit pale, but he managed to nod in agreement. From then on, she made sure to watch where she sat and to always listen out for his tiny voice. Being with him had taught her a valuable lesson – that sometimes, even the smallest things deserved the utmost care and attention.