As the woman continued enjoying her lunch, her shuffling on her seat allowed Jon to catch a glimpse of his whereabouts. It was hard to see, as the woman had dark pink panties on and tight pantyhose caressing his whole form. The sensation was similar to when the woman had yoga pants on, but this was certainly tighter, as Jon could feel himself even more compressed than before. Luckily, he didn't need to breathe in this form, or he might have been suffocating. Also fortunate was that the pantyhose was more transparent than the yoga pants, so Jon could see more, and there was nothing else blocking his view in terms of attire. Judging by the tightness along his fatty side, Jon assumed that the woman was wearing some sort of tight skirt. Perhaps she was currently working at an office, as the looks and sounds told Jon that he might be in the small common area of a corporation. Jon just laid back, as there was nothing much he could do in this state.
Jon's thoughts started to wander, "why did he want to be an ass-man in the first place?" Sure, it's nice to look at women's behinds, as the sight clearly stimulates Jon, but BEING one was something else entirely. Feeling the cozy fat surrounding you and spreading you out like a soft water bed was a feeling Jon certainly cherished, especially given the intimacy, but Jon can't enjoy the view of himself on this woman's body. Being one's anus was not all sunshine and roses. After all, there was a reason why an 'asshole' was such a derogatory term.
His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of rumbling above him, most likely associated with the woman consuming her food. For a moment, Jon felt the same pressure building behind him as it began moving through him. Just like before, gas erupted from his opening, with nothing stopping him from perceiving the putrid smell. If anything, this time was worse, as the woman crossed her legs in response, and the tight garments and close contact with the chair caused the smell to linger for a longer period of time. Without any mode to escape or fan the smell, Jon could only endure, as he hoped that the woman would get up from her seat sometime soon.
That was perhaps a warning of things to come. While he did wish that the woman wouldn't need to take bathroom trips until midnight, it might not prevent him from experiencing some nasty things during his stay here. While the woman would stay away from the bathroom, it didn't mean she wouldn't have any bodily routines in this time period. After all, she was just eating, and the contents had to go somewhere, right? That's not even including the foods she ate before, which were probably already churning away in her body. Jon was already regretting his decision, as he wondered if he should've been more careful with his wish. Perhaps the woman would be able to contain herself until midnight, or that she might have find a way to relieve herself outside of the bathroom. Jon could only hope that the stone would have mercy on him.
