Four jocks at Taco Bell can devour a ton of Gordita Bajas, Volcano Nachos, and Triple Steak Burritos. The quantity of greasy beef, hot sauce and sour cream was more than enough to feed most families for an entire week. Down below in Pete's ass crack, Wayne was unaware of what was happening far above. At his tiny size and captured state, all he could do was wait in fear for what was to come. Unless he was physically removed, he would most likely stay in there indefinitely. Could one survive in someone's dirty, unwashed butt crevasse that was caked in sweat and residue from countless wet farts and poor wiping? Wayne could feel every move, every footstep, when he sat and when he stood. Pete's huge, wide butt cheeks thumped and quaked with each step as he walked home and back to his dorm. Pete felt a churning in his stomach, releasing a silent blast of a fart, then feeling the pain of something more urgent. With the quantity of food that Pete consumed on a daily basis, there were days where he had to blow up the toilet three times a day. This would be one of the bad ones.
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