Part 2 A single bead of sweat trickled down the crevice bet..

Part 2 A single bead of sweat trickled down the crevice between the cheeks, soaking into Danny's fabric face and adding to the putrid flavors that were clinging to his form. The heat and sweat, so intense, that he felt as if he was the unaware blonde's skin. Danny could feel every bend, every jiggle, every step. He heavily sighed into the brown puckered anus as the day continued. Little did Danny know, he had spent the entirety of her work shift lapping up her sweat and anal juices. Danny felt the thick giantess asscheeks once again grind him between them as the massive woman walked. He heard a faint door open and was stretched more as the unaware woman bent and sat down into the car. The pressure hit Danny's tiny face like a sack of bricks, he felt as if the air in his non existent lungs left him entirely. His tiny fabric form sunk deeper between the thick cheeks, being eaten once again by the anus of the blonde woman. He felt the woman cheeks loosen as she relaxed and sighed hard above him. The start of the engine roaring to life, causing her cheeks to jiggle just a bit. "God, today was a long one... should I skip the gym?" The blonde asked herself before answering. "What are you saying Chels... if you don't push yourself to go you won't go at all.." 'Chels? Was that her name? Chelsea, maybe?' Danny thought to himself. 'Atleast I know her name now...' Danny continued, trying to look on the brightside of his predicament. Just as the ride got going, Chelsea leaned upward. Danny felt her thighs and hips flex as she moved, then Danny saw her massive brown anus twitch and open, pushing closer to his face just as the sound of air rushing out started up. It was Danny's nightmare! He tried to scream but was welcomed by a loud ear blasting... BRRRRRRPPPTPTTPT Danny gagged as the hot air blasted through his fabric form, splattering small amounts of waste onto his tiny face. His fabric form sucking it in, just as he did with the sweat and fluids from her work. Chelsea crashed back down hard into the car seat, sealing Danny back between the cheeks, to dwell in the stench and flavors surrounding him. Danny tried to do anything to get Chelsea's attention, to tell her he was her thong, but he couldn't do anything. Just take in everything like any old thing would. The engine eventually stopped and Chelsea stepped out of her car. She walked around to her trunk to grab a gym bag and walked into the gym. Danny felt Chelsea's cheeks loosen as the jeans holding her in were pulled down. Cold air slapped the back of Danny, causing his form to stick to her every bit. Chelsea bent and sat to take her clothes off to change. She grabbed a sports bra and threw it on before stepping her feet through her small spandex shorts. She stood and pulled the short up with a hard tug. Danny felt her thighs and cheeks jiggling as she struggled to get her shorts on. He welcomed the cold air as he readied for her time at the gym, and with that, Chelsea sealed him up into her spandex shorts. The short felt tacky and held Danny hard against Chelsea's puckered anus. Her massive cheeks were better supported in the shorts, which seemed to mean her cheeks would jiggle a bit less. This made Danny a bit happy since he wasn't being ground up between the cheeks so much now. He felt her leg lift high up and felt her straddle something. He could feel the cold slightly hardened seat below him. Chelsea sat down hard on the bike seat, readying herself for the workout. Danny was hit with the full weight of Chelsea as she sat down and threw both her legs up onto the pedals. She started slow, shifting slightly side to side on the seat. Danny was being rubbed face first against her anus, back and forth as she pedaled. The heat, the pressure and movement began to make Danny think he had died and went to hell. He screamed out in silence as the movements continued, covered in sweat and grime. What felt like an endless amount of sweat and cycling finally ended as Chelsea climbed off the bike. Chelsea dabbed her forehead of sweat and walked from the bike to the free weights. She began loading a squat bar while listening to her favorite workout music. She stood under the bar and readied herself... One... She vent, pulling Danny's form tight again her. Two... Again, Danny's form pulled and tightened... Eighteen... Danny's world was covered in sweat, ass grime, and pain. Thirty seven... Danny couldn't take it anymore, he felt as if he was going to rip!! The tight pulling feeling was getting worse! Forty Eight... Chelsea was pushing herself to hit 50, she was nearly there! Then she felt it, her thong tore! What little support the thong was giving her, gave way! She quickly set the squat bar back up and headed for the locker room... Danny's body was at a breaking point! He was nearly inserted inside Chelsea's puckered asshole as she continued her squats. He tried to hold on, he felt himself fading! Then it happened... RRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP Danny ripped! He faded into darkness as he passed out from the pain... To be continued...