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Just think of it like a sleeping bag. A hot, smelly, sleeping bag. And you're stuck once you're in.

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Oooh. That feels weird. Staring down at the floor, I focus on the sensations going on behind me. It's not that I haven't done this before, but I'm definitely not used to it like Kat. The twitching, the vibrations, the way her skirt hikes up around her waist as she goes deeper, the feeling of the material of her clothes rubbing against me.

*pfffoooo*

I tense up again, though now more out of embarrassment. Right in Kat's face too. God she's gonna hate me for that.

"Sorry! It was the stimulation, I swear!"

Kat shrugs off my apology, seeming to be more interested in Sarah's reaction to it. Her voice is hard to hear at that size, but she definitely doesn't sound happy. I kinda feel bad for her, my farts have been awful today and she's slipping into the lion's den.

With one last shove, I can't hear her anymore. Though I can sense Kat pulling away and covering her nose again.

"Is she in?"

"Oh yeah, she's in. With any luck she'll start soaking up the smell. Seriously, what did you eat today?"

Rolling onto my side and putting my skirt back on, I try to recall. I had... rice and eggs for breakfast. Ah eggs, that's one. Then for lunch I had the chorizo tostada I made at home. It's all coming together.

"Uh... yeah it was probably something I ate. My bad."

Now I felt really bad for Sarah. I prod at my belly, wondering where she may be right now. It's probably like a hurricane in there.

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