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Saturday, April 20, 2024
Step Family Femdom by Thelitoking69
PART 1
A young man by the name of Jay. His mom and dad were happy, they were wealthy, and they lived on a big mansion together. The only problem was Jay's mom, Jaclyn was a 7-foot tall sadist with a superiority complex on her husband and son. His dad was kicked out for being useless to her. Jaclyn had found someone who was just as cruel and sadistic as her, a sexy tall woman by the name of Julianna, who had 3 daughters Jenn, Julie, and Jessica.
Jaclyn was given full custody of everything, the house the money even Jay, who she kept around to as her new family's little servant. These women looked super pretty and were sophisticated, but they are going to torture Jay with their stench. But Jay didn't know that he thought he was lucky to get to live in a mansion with 4 hot girls.
A week passes. It hasn't been so bad, Jay's step sisters are mean to him because of how short he is in comparison to them. Jaclyn and Julianna spoil, the daughters with new clothes and stuff, while Jay has to get a job, but in all otherwise, he was fine until today.
Jenn: Oh, Jay, I need you.
He walks up the massive stair case to get to Jenn's room, when he walked he was hit with the stench of sweat, musk and body odor, he saw Jenn has recently finished college and is now focusing on being a professional athlete, she was doing sit ups in sweats and sneakers. Jenn loves to work out, a total bricc, her abs were toned, her biceps were massive, and her ass was toned and tight. But she loved torturing Jay with her sweaty body after every workout.
Jenn: It's about time. Get on the floor, I need a mat for my squats.
Jay really didn't want to do that he tried to leave, but then she grabbed him and threw him to the ground with almost no effort.
Jay: Jenn what the fuck.
He tries to get up only to be stopped by Jenn, sitting on his chest.
Jenn: Try and get up again, and I'll break your fucking legs, and if you complain about the stench even once, I'll shut you up.
Jay groans, from the pain of the weight of her on his chest. Jenn takes off her shoes, then her socks and shoves them in his mouth.
Jenn: That'll shut you up, *gurgle* oh man that protein shake is fucking with my stomach, guess my sweat won't be the worst thing you smell yet.
She squats down her sweat is dripping into his face, and then.
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A ripe protein fart rips our from her ass it was horrible. Not to mention, her sweaty gym socks were in his mouth. This went on for 30 minutes.
Jenn: OK, get up. Time for your workout, but first, my pits are drenched, oof, and they stink.
She grabbed him my hair and shoved it in her sweaty pit. It reeked of vinegar and musk. Then she shoved his head in her other pit.
Jenn: Much better. Ok, let's start with push-ups. Get on the floor. Right over my shoes.
She pushed him in his hands, and right his face was her worn-out converse.
Jenn: Each time you go down I want to here a big sniff. Go.
She put her foot on his back, each time he sniffed, and then she counted, 5 minutes passes, Jenn thought it was too easy for him, so he sat on his back to make it harder, and then she farted.
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Jenn felt that Jay was about to collapse, either from the weight or the stench. Either way, he was going down. He fell face first into her sneakers.
Jenn: Oh man, my athletes foot is just horrible today, I can smell it from here, I can only imagine what it's like up close.
Jenn: OK, you can go now. Next time, I'm gonna use you for wrestling practice.
Jay tried to wipe that entire experience from his brain. He thought he was safe until.
Jessica: Jay, here, now.
Jay went to his other sister, Jessica's room. She a standard pretty girl she had a flat stomach, a nice pair of c cup breasts, and a relatively plump ass, she took pride in her appearance, she wears skimpy revealing outfits all the time,and loved shopping, she was a senior in college. Right now, she was talking on the phone with her friend, Chelsea.
Jessica: Hang on Jessica, good you're here, I just spent the day shopping in my new high heels, my feet are killing me, they're so soar. Can you give them a massage.
Jay: Ugh, fine.
Jessica: Thank your, they're a little sweaty, so they might stink a bit.
Jay sits on the bed, and Jessica puts her feet on his lap. A little sweaty is an understatement. The sweat was going through his jeans, and the smell was like vinegar, Jay couldn't help but gag.
Jessica: Don't be such a baby. My feet aren't that bad. Just have a closer look.
She puts her feet to his face, wiping her sweat all over his face, making him gag more.
Jessica: God, you're so annoying. You think they're so stinky, then clean them.
Jessica kicks him in the face, like her other sisters. She is quite tall, so it was easy for her to overpower Jay. She shoved her foot in his mouth, and it tasted so salty like vinegar. It made his eyes water.
Jessica: OMG, are you crying, I got to send this to Chelsea..
She gets her phone and takes a picture. Jay begs with his mouth gagged by her foot.
Jessica: OK, I'll make sure that this little picture doesn't get out, but you'll have to what I say got it, I think tomorrow I might go shopping again, my feet will be very sweaty. And I want them clean got it. Jay nodded.
Jessica: OK, good, now get out, if I need anything, I'll call you.
Jay walks out, his mouth now tasting of her foot sweat.
Julie: Baby bro, I need your help.
As he should have expected, Jay's last sister Julie called him, he walked into her room, he was hit by a wave of stench, it smelled like body odor and farts.
Julie: Great, come here.
Julie was the youngest girl, being 18, and she is still very pretty but more on the chunky side, not fat, but she had a fat ass and a bit of belly. She grabbed Jay and three of him on her bed, then jumped on his face. It reeked of sweat and past farts. Julie was slob, and she's lazy, so she could very well sit on him all day. She hates bathing and loves playing with her new brother.
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Julie: Sorry baby bro, mom told me to stop farting in my room, so I'm using you instead. I know you don't *burp* mind.
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Julie: fuck, that one burned. I haven't had time to bathe or even change my clothes, what you're smelling is week old panties.
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She finally got off Jay.
Julie: OK, that's all my farts, *gurgle* oh no, I think those burritos I ate aren't agreeing with me.
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Julie: oh boy it's gonna be bad, I'll give you a choice, either carry me to the bathroom or I'll make you smell the worst fart ever.
Jay really didn't want to smell what she was brewing, he picked her up, it was difficult she weighed quite a bit, after all she was 6'2 and still the shortest girl.
Julie put his face in her armpit as he carried her in his arms.
He tried his best, to carry her, plus she kept belching in his face. But he made it in the bathroom. But then she grabbed him, pulled of her pants and underwear and trapped him under her legs.
Julie: Yeah right, I can't let you leave, I want you to smell this shit I'm gonna take, it's gonna smell,*pfft* stay here, and maybe I won't make you wipe me with your tongue.*ppfft* here it comes.
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Julie:fuck thar felt good, just take some deep breaths, baby bro, nice long deep breaths.
Jay tried breathing through his mouth, but that didn't help, he could taste it.
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Julie: sounds like there's more. That felt like fire coming out.
Julie got up from the toilet, she grabbed a whole chunk of toilet paper and put in Jay's mouth.
Julie: there we go now get wiping, and don't whine, be grateful, I didn't make you use your tongue.
He wiped her ass up and down with the toilet paper in his mouth. Julie flushed the toilet.
Julie: wow, I can't believe that didn't clog the toilet, well that's one less job for you.
Jay was traumatized, he ran out the bathroom breathing relatively fresh air, when he was stopped by his stepmom, Julianna.
Julianna: Come Jay me and your mother need you.
PART 2
Jay has had a long day. He's been tormented by his step sisters, worse than usual, and now his step mom Julianna was taking him to her and his mom's room. He was worried, on the way down the hall, he passed the 2 maids his mom's hired, Rosa, and Helga. Rosa was a beautiful lady with a with a somewhat curvy figure . She had plump breasts and a petite butt she. And Andrea , she was also beautiful, but she was taller than Jay, as most people are. She was more bottom heavy but still had nice breasts. She was quite mean always getting upset when Jay made a mess.
Andrea: Evening, master Jay. *snicker*
Rosa: Hello, master Jay. *giggle*
Jay didn't notice their sinister subtle laughs. He was too distracted by their bodies.
Jay: Hi Andrea, hi Rosa.
They walked to the kitchen probably to prepare dinner. Julianna grabbed his arm and led Jay to the room. He opened the door, and the room was nice, a big closet, I personally bathroom, a big bed. And there she was, Jay's mother Jaclyn, sitting on the bed wearing a velvet, silk robe.
Jaclyn: Hello, son. And hello, my precious.
Julianna leans in to kiss her. The robe Jaclyn was wearing was short. It covered about half of her thighs, her legs were hairless and smooth, and she crossed them seductively. Jay had to admit his mom was beautiful.
Jaclyn: Now, you're probably wondering what your mother needs from. We need to discuss your role in this house. We have decided that it's only natural because you're so small that you should serve your superiors.
Jay: What, mom, you can't do that. I don't want to serve you and Juliann-
Jaclyn grabbed him by the hair and pulled him close.
Jaclyn: Julianna is your mother, so you call her mom understand. And also, it's not just us. You'll be serving your sisters and the maids as well.
Jay: The maids?
Jaclyn: yes, even though they are maids, they are still superior to you. And by the way They'll be sleeping in your room from now on.
Jay: What? I can't sleep in my room anymore?
Julianna: Not exactly. We are all going to be taking turns having you as a bed buddy. Everything about this is in the contract.
She opens a drawer and takes out a contract.
Jaclyn: we've gone over this with the best lawyers. Here, we'll read it.
"Jay Wentworth, son of Rick Wentworth Jaclyn Femme, is now the servant of Jaclyn and her wife Julianna. Also, Julianna's daughters Jenn, Julie, and Jessica. And anyone else, the people listed before choose. Jay must follow any command given. He would have to he the following: fart absorber, sweat rag, cushion mode of transportation, workout assistant, masseuse, and anything else his superiors want. Jay will use his toothbrush to clean the toilet he is still obligated to use it. Jay will eat food that has been made, with the "special" flavors his superiors add He will be punished it is not eaten. Jay will spend each in a different girl's bed, having to serve them in any way they want. The way he's treated will be worse if disobeys. He starts as a servant like a butler, just waiting on his mistresses' commands, still being able to have a life outside his duties. But if his mistresses think he is being treated to kindly, he will be a pet. He'll be publicly humiliated, have to be kept on a leash and shock collar, and legally, his name will be changed to whatever the head mistress (Jaclyn) wants.He is allowed to have friends over (if he has any), but that will not stop his duties. He may spend time with a girl he likes, with permission of his mother(s). The date must be at the mansion if they need him. The punishments he will face for disobedience will be determined by his mistress(es) he disobeyed. Every Friday is family game night, where the family comes together and play games that will most likely be to his disliking. Breaking of this contract will lead to Jay Wentworth having to give up all if his worldly possessions and sent to a boarding/prison school that will rehabilitate him, break him down and build him back up until he is a perfect slave"
Jaclyn: Now, sign it, or maybe you should go to that school now.
In fear he signed he had no choice in the matter.
Jaclyn: good choice, right now your just a butler. You can still go out but, if we need you must come straight home to serve, and remember what happens if you break it.
Andrea: Dinner time!
Julianna: oh goodie I'm starved.
They walked downstairs, to see his sisters sitting at the table, they looked anxious.
Jenn: well, did he sign it.
Jaclyn: he sure did, he was so eager to help his family. Girls say hello to your new butler. Now we'll discuss more of it later now let's eat. What have you prepared Rosa.
Rosa: To celebrate I made special spicy chili. Andrea prepared soda for the girls and wine for you and madam Julianna.
Julianna: that sounds wonderful, and what about our new butler.
Andrea: oh yes, I almost forgot.
She took out 2 slices. It looked flat and dirty
Andrea: as you requested i sat on it flat after working all day, and stomped it with my feet. Rosa, the cheese and ham.
Rosa took out 2 slices of ham from her pits and took a slice of chess from her ass.
Andrea: bon appetit.
Jay ate it, it took every fiber in his being not to spit it out.
Rosa: oh my, I almost forgot, I needed to season it, Open your mouth.
He opened it, she put her put to his face and let out a silent fart, it was horrible, she then closed his mouth.
Rosa: now you may swallow.
Andrea took out a glass and placed it on the table. She then took off her shoe, and poured enough foot sweat to fill it up the cup half way.
Andrea: there, to wash it down.
Jaclyn: see, they worked they're asses off to prepare a nice dinner for us, after they work it's your job to serve them, they'll cook, and clean the house but you do the personal stuff, like hand (or mouth) washing our dirty laundry, scrubbing the filthy toilet. And pampering all of us. But since it's your first day. You can pick who you spend the night with.
Jay looked around the table.
He saw Jaclyn and Julianna drinking wine and staring lustfully at each other he knew him being there would stop them from fucking like rabbits, and he'll probably be made to clean them after.
Then he saw Jenn the athlete. He knows she exercises before bed and doesn't shower not to mention her protein farts, he'll be trapped in a hot dutch oven. Also she kicks in her sleep.
Jessica, his prissy sister. She hates farts even her own, she make him be her fart absorber the whole night, and she'll make him worship her sweaty feet.
Julie the slob, she hates bathing and farts all the time, and she's a squirmer she'll roll around and crush me.
And the Andrea and Rosa. He doesn't know them very much so he has no idea how they are while sleeping, who knows what they'll make him do before bed
Who should Jay spend the night with?
Sunday, April 14, 2024
Under the Sunbather by Notemania
t's a nice, sunny summer day, the perfect day to go to the beach. At
least that’s what James’ “friends” believe. James himself on the other
hand would rather be at home playing video games, but the group of
friends he somehow ended up stuck with coerced him into tagging along,
mainly so they can force him to pay for their concessions.
“Hey James, we’re gonna go swimming. Wanna come with?” One of James’ friends asked, feigning friendliness in her usual manner.
“Eh, I think I’ll pass. I’d rather not get my hair wet
or anything. Plus I didn’t bring a bathing suit anyways.” James replied,
not really interested in swimming.
“Suit yourself.” another acquaintance said as he
mockingly ruffled James’ hair, then walking off with his three other
friends, leaving the small teen behind.
With nothing to do and no one to talk to, James was
left to wander around the beach alone with his thoughts. As he walked
around a bit, he eventually ended up tripping over a kid’s abandoned
bucket and landing face first into the g-string cladded ass of a fat
lady who was laying on her belly atop a towel, fast asleep.
“Gross...” James thought to himself, but overall he
didn’t really think much of it, he’d just get himself back up and wash
his face off in the nearest bathroom, hopefully being able to brush this
whole thing off. Unfortunately, the combination of sweat and lotion
made it impossible for the boy to lift himself out of the smelly
crevice, and the more he struggled, the worse his situation got.
Eventually all his squirming resulted in his head
getting stuck under the strap, which tightly pressed his face up against
the fat lady’s asshole. Poor James had no idea how things could get
worse for him, until suddenly his question was answered.
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James’ face was hit with a long and smelly fart.
Realizing that he had no other option, James decided to suck up the very
little pride he had left from years of humiliation and tried to call
for help.
Unfortunately though, no one was close enough to notice
the boy’s desperate cries for help. His cries were muffled by the
lady’s fat buttcheeks, and any sound that actually managed to make it
out were drowned out by the sounds of the sea, and this part of the
beach was pretty empty anyways.
For a moment, James wished that his friends were close
enough to notice him, but on second thought he was actually glad they
weren’t around as they’d probably just laugh and take pictures of him,
then leave him behind to get out of this situation himself like any
other time he found himself stuck in some sort of awkward situation like
this.
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The woman’s farts kept on coming, each blasting into
poor James’ face. This was probably the grossest thing the teen ever had
to go through. Still, he was absolutely worn out from struggling, and
with all of his attempts at escaping ending with failure, he realized
that at this point all he could do was wait until the lady woke up,
hoping that she’d help him out without getting freaked out or anything.
In her sleep, the woman ended up rolling onto her back,
crushing the small boy under her heavy body. All that could be seen of
the boy were two thin legs that were squirming between the thighs of the
snoozing girl.
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Of course, the farts continued coming out, and at this
point the farts were the closest thing James had to air as he was
completely smothered under this lady’s fat, smelly body. All he could do
is hope that he didn’t end up suffocating under her, since that would
probably be the worst way to go.
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“Ahh, what a nice nap!” the lady said as she woke up
after a few hours of unwittingly tormenting James. As she sat up, the
boy under her was further crushed by her ass. On the bright side, at
least she’d probably notice his squirming legs sticking out of her
crotch, or at least that’s what James assumed would happen, but her gut
completely hid his legs from her line of sight.
“Damn, I gotta get something to eat!” the woman said as
she felt her stomach grumble, deciding to get up and head to the
concession stand. Of course, with his head still trapped in her strap
and the rest of his tiny body engulfed by her giant rear, James had no
choice but to come with her and her gassy ass, which let out yet another
fart as she got off of her towel.
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Meanwhile, James’ “friends” also happened to be in the
mood for something to eat, so much like the clueless lady who trapped
the small boy in her ass, they were lined up at the concessions stand.
“Alright James, give me your wallet.” one of the teens
said, not noticing that James had disappeared at first, since he never
really stood out all that well anyways, “Uh, James?”
“I guess he must have wandered off somewhere, or-”
another started to reply, only to be sidetracked when she heard what
sounded like muffled cries for help coming from the ass of the large
woman standing in the line next to theirs, before quickly brushing it
off, completely unaware that those desperate cries were coming from her
so called “friend”.
“Well I suppose we’ll have to pay for our meals
ourselves since that loser flaked on us.” the paying friend said with
annoyance, disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to extort James like
usual.
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While waiting in line, the lady once again let out a
burst of gas, which prompted the immature teens to laugh, completely
unaware of James’ suffering, though if they were aware they’d probably
just find it even funnier.
“Hehe, yeah sorry about that. I’ve been pretty gassy as
of late. Good thing nobody’s behind me or anything!” the woman said,
being the last in line.
Eventually, the lady got her food and satback down on her spot, finishing her large meal and continuing her sunbathing, still oblivious of the hopeless boy trapped under her gassy bottom, and all James could do was sob silently as he was subjected to several more hours of her farts.
Sunday, April 7, 2024
Elastigirl Shrinks a Villain by saturnguy
“Dammit, I can’t believe I actually got myself captured!” Eleanor
Vasquez, known to the world as the supervillain, the “Black Bride”,
hissed to herself as she struggled in the zip tie restraints that were
binding her to a chair.
Dressed in her villain costume, which resembled a black
wedding dress, Eleanor had sought to rob a wedding venue of gifts for
the marrying couple present, which was the very crime that the Black
Bride was infamous for: ruining other peoples’ weddings with her
thievery. The job went off without a hitch, and it appeared that Eleanor
would be making off with a crockpot, a flatiron, and a ton of gift
cards, when her plans were foiled by a famed superhero: Elastigirl. A
single punch from the heroine’s elongated arm was all it took to knock
Eleanor on her back, where the villain clasped her ringing head as her
curvaceous opponent towered over her.
“If you’d tried to ruin my wedding this way, I’d have
pummeled you twice as hard,” Elastigirl had chuckled as she wrapped her
rubber arm around the disabled Eleanor and heaved the restrained woman
over her shoulder. “Well, I hate to tell you this, but there will be far
and few weddings for you to ruin in prison!”
“Thank you, Elastigirl!” the thankful coupled yelled behind her as the superheroine made off with her catch, where their marriage continued on without a hitch.
Eleanor was never taken to jail, however, and the
villain had sat restrained to a chair for the last few hours, wondering
what her captor was going to do with her. Using her stretchy, springy
legs, Elastigirl had taken her on a nauseating ride through town, until
the two reached a derelict warehouse district, where the hero had
wordlessly tied her opponent down, before seemingly exiting the
building.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Elastigirl suddenly
called, emerging from one of the shadows of the abandoned warehouse. “I
had to wait for my husband to leave before I could sneak this out of our
room.”
Trotting over to where the villain was restrained, her
wide hips swinging with a noticeable jiggle to her thick thighs, the
heroine raised a gun-like device and began pressing a few buttons on it.
“H-hey, what exactly are you going to do to me?” the Black Bride asked, shuffling a little in her seat. “I mean, lady, you got me, okay? Aren’t you going to take me to jail?”
“Nah, I’m beginning to think that villains like yourself get off to easily,” Elastigirl explained as she continued fiddling with the device in her hand. “I myself have perfected a much more efficient punishment…one that pleases me, as well as the justice system.”
“The hell are you talking about?” Eleanor scoffed. “What, don’t tell me they have superheroes committing hit jobs now?!”
“I think I’ll just demonstrate, probably easier than
trying to explain,” Elastigirl replied with a shrug as she pointed the
blinking gun at her captive. Before the restrained villain could
protest, the heroine squeezed the trigger, sending a dazzling, rainbow
beam of light out of the device’s muzzle.
Struck by the mysterious beam, Eleanor let out a scream
as her body was coated in a bright light and her world became a
dizzying blur. Elastigirl’s lips turned into an evil smirk as she
watched the woman before her begin to rapidly shrink in size, licking
her lips as she walked over to the chair.
“W-where, where am I?” the Black Bride murmured, coming
to after momentarily fainting. Her eyes widened in horror as she looked
around, where the already large warehouse appeared to be absolutely
ginormous.
“My husband confiscated this shrink ray from Professor
Changeable after he used it to shrink the Eiffel Tower,” Elastigirl
explained. “And now, I use it to extract justice upon villainous scum
like yourself.”
Shuddering as she stood on the chair, now a mere 6
inches in height, Eleanor realized that she was also free of the
restraints, though the long drop to the ground would probably hurt a
little. She had little time to think of escape, however, as an
outstretched hand from the rubber-hero snatched the villain from the
chair a second later. Squirming in the tight grip of the spandex-clad
woman, the Black Bride couldn’t help but feel a tinge of fear as she
looked up at the giantess’ lustful eyes.
“My name…” Elastigirl began as she started removing her mask. “Is Helen Parr.”
“Why would you tell me your identity?” Eleanor asked,
trembling a little. “You’re not worried that I’m going to kill you after
I get out of jail?”
“Like I said, you’re not going to jail,” Helen smirked
confidently. “Slaves like you never escape me, you’re going to serve me
for as long as you survive.”
“Serve you? The hell are you talking about, what are you-”
Eleanor’s words were interrupted as Elastigirl abruptly
brought the shrunken woman to her plush lips and delivered a wet,
sloppy kiss to the writhing tiny’s face.
“What the fuck? What’s wrong with you?!” the Black Bride squealed as she shook off the giantess’ saliva in disgust.
“I have a thing for cute, tiny girls like yourself,”
Helen moaned. “There is nothing hotter to me than having my way with a
villain who deserves everything that I do to them.”
“Well stop! I’d rather go to jail than be your plaything!” Eleanor protested. “I still have rights! You can’t-”
The villainess’ words were again cutoff as Helen released a loud, untimely belch directly in her shrunken captive’s face, echoing throughout the vast interior of the warehouse.
“Whoops, that’s Bob’s atomic chili from last night doing a number on my gut,” Elastigirl chuckled as she burped again, sending flicks of spittle flying at her writhing victim’s body.
“You’re nasty, dammit that reeks!” Eleanor choked as she squirmed even more against the tight grip that held her still.
“Mmm if you think that was bad, just wait until I get
you a little closer to my ass,” Helen smirked as she brought the tiny
down to her belly. Though tightly contained within the spandex suit,
Eleanor could tell that the once-skinny Elastigirl had been putting on a
little weight as a bit of pudge circumvented her waistline. A
terrifying gurgle thundered from the other side of the costume.
“Oh yeah, you’re going to be experiencing hell
tonight,” Helen laughed as she now brought the shrunken woman around to
her massive backside. The Black Bride shuddered at the sight of the
shapely rump, the twin cheeks resembling large globes as they jiggled
slightly in their tight confines with every little movement. A push from
behind sent the tiny villain’s face directly against the stretched
spandex-clad booty, drawing a whimper from the smaller woman.
“Ahhhh that’s the stuff,” Elastigirl sighed as a
gargantuan blast of gas fought its way out from between those cushy
cheeks, hissing loudly as it escaped the spandex encasing and searing
the shrunken girl in a wave of putrid, foul-smelling air. Screaming in
disgust, Eleanor quickly began to choke and wheeze as she caught a good
whiff of the nose-burning fart, her long, beautiful dark hair having
been blasted back by the intense wind.
“D-did you just fucking fart on me?!” the villain screeched in anger, humiliated.
“Huh? What, sorry, I can’t hear you!” Helen replied
sarcastically as she let out another titanic toot, again blowing her
little victim with a deadly odor that stung the poor tiny’s eyes and
nose as the rotten stench violated her senses and caused her to double
over in gagging and retching.
Licking her lips again, Elastigirl pulled on the
waistband of her tight suit and with great difficultly, began to pull it
down around her wide hips and exposing her big bare bum to the world.
Immediately, a gust of stuffy, hot air wafted into the area as the
already-disgusted Eleanor coughed at the scent of swamp ass.
“Awe, is it stinky down there?” Helen giggled as she
brought her victim closer to her giant, pale booty. “Yeah I haven’t
washed this suit in a week, and I get good and sweaty while wearing it
so I’m sure my butt is quite rank.”
“F-fuck you, I want my lawyer!” the Black Bride stifled through another gag, still fussing in the tight grip of the hand that was bringing her closer and closer to the oversized rear.
Ignoring the protests of her captive, Helen put a hand
to one of her pillowy asscheeks and tugged it to the side, spreading her
butt wide and exposing her deep, dank booty crack to the horrified eyes
of Eleanor, including the dirty, unclean rosebud that lay in the
middle. The inside slick with sweat and grime and accompanied by an even
more heinous stench, the villainess began to scream bloody murder as
she was rapidly brought to those soft cheeks and placed right between
their squishy surfaces.
Clenching her butt, Elastigirl mashed Eleanor between
her weighty globes, holding the tiny girl in place while she promptly
tugged her stretchy, spandex pants up and over her huge hips (with great
difficulty, of course), preventing all means of escape for the poor
woman wedged tightly in that great ass.
Moaning in utter revulsion, the Black Bride’s world had
gone dark as the tiny was sealed alive within Helen’s butt. The heavy
asscheeks on either side of compressing her small body, feeling as if
she was being squeezed between two constantly-closing walls, Eleanor
began to take panicked, rapid breaths as she found that she couldn’t
move an inch in those tight confines, though her fast breathing soon
caused her to regret even opening her mouth.
Letting out a deep, throaty gag, the villain choked and
wheezed on the thick, cloying air that polluted that small air pocket,
the stench of unwashed ass and lingering farts forcing Eleanor into
breath-stealing dry-heaving as the shrunken woman suffered in the super
heroine’s sauna of a butt. Worse yet, a shimmy of Helen’s hips caused
the immobilized tiny’s face to press against the giantess’ reeking
butthole, triggering her to shriek with disgust.
“Mmm you’re right up against my shithole,” Elastigirl
moaned, rubbing her vagina through the front of her costume, a
domineering tone hanging in her voice. “This is a prison that a villain
like you deserves! Oh- feels like the rest of my chili gas is right on
time too…”
Leaning forward slightly, Helen giggled again as
another guttural blast of gas was expelled from her thick butt, noisily
squelching out of her deep booty and drenching the doll-sized girl
between her cheeks in another noxious reek of fermented protein and
spicy chili. Clutching her bloated stomach, the hero began rubbing her
belly as she slowly began to massage her remaining farts out of her
system.
“Ahhh there you go, take my farts,” Elastigirl moaned
again, letting loose another barrage of her homemade bioweapon. “Take
all of it, take all my shit.”
Eleanor screamed until her throat was raw, each searing
wave roasting her tortured body and destroying her senses as their
intolerable stench felt as if they were slowly driving her insane.
Squirming and writhing as much as her trapped body could in the enclosed
space, the villain had entered a full panic as each horrid blast
remained trapped in that miniscule air pocket, with Helen’s tight
costume ensuring that the farts were largely trapped in there right
along with her. The added heat of the gas was also causing the super
heroine to perspire quite rapidly, and revolting ass sweat slowly began
to coat the tiny’s body which added to the misery.
“Mmmm well then, I was going to continue my patrol for
the next 6-hours or so…” Helen sighed, slinging the shrink ray over her
shoulder. “Then maybe I’ll take you home, but I’ll have to hide you from
Bob somehow…”
“You fucking bitch! I’ll kill you when I get out of
here!” Eleanor tried to screech, but the heavy buttcheeks sandwiching
her prevented her from getting even half of that out. On top of that,
the cloying smell had weakened the tiny considerably, and she was
powerless to fight as the plump walls on either side of her began to rub
and grind against the villainess while Helen started to walk.
“I know how I can hide you while I’m at home!”
Elastigirl exclaimed as she snapped her fingers. “I can shove you up my
ass, then wear you in my costume during the day! Mmm, I’ll have Bob whip
up some of his sauerkraut franks when I get back, those give me some
really pungent gas, so much so that he’ll usually sleep on the couch
during the following night haha.”
Letting out another merciless barrage of toxic farts,
each airy explosion drawing a new set of frantic squirming from the
shrunken girl trapped within her ass, Helen began to make her way back
to the city to continue fighting crime. The world’s greatest wedding
villain, the Black Bride, meanwhile, was doomed to spend the rest of her
existence serving Elastigirl as her personal fart-absorber/sweat rag,
forced to take in fart after horrifically-putrid fart day in and day
out, all while absorbing and becoming saturated in reeking sweat while
deep in the super’s skin-tight costume. Each day would be an endless
battle for survival, and Helen Parr would prove to show little mercy as
she began to use Eleanor as a Human buttplug during the night…
To be continued (?)
Sunday, March 31, 2024
A Typical Slave's Life to Giantess Veronica by giantessvero
After a year of marriage and winning the lottery veronica and mike were
set for life. They even had patents to several new gadgets that improve
today’s entertainment technology and will be the new foundation for many
years to come and beyond. However, just like any marraige, things are
not always perfect and this is one that takes a big turn for fairness.
Mike has always been the one on the receiving end of things. He gets
good head, he cums first, veronica opens the door for him, etc. One day
Veronica asked mike if he can go down on her. He didn’t want to. this
started an argument about how a girl needs to receive too. This has been
going on for a long time now. Veronica felt Mike has his ego because
he’s 6‘3“ and ripped. Once she said to herself, “imagine how he would
feel if he wasn’t so big”, an idea struck in her head that lead the way
for the rest of her marriage.
One day veronica acted very seductive towards mike. From rubbing him
over his pants to the lap dance, he was getting very aroused. She
whispers in his ear “you will love the new lingerie i bought to grind on
you with. Follow me.” She stops mike right before the bedroom door and
asks to wait before entering. After she says “come in”, mike opens the
door and water from a bucket falls on his head. “ouch” he said. Right
before getting mad he blacked out for a moment and then was on his feet
looking at where he was.
Veronica was standing there with her lingerie on and about 400x bigger
than mike. mike was about 2 inches tall and knew what she done. “how
are you baby? Now we’re gonna have alot of fun together. You always were
on the receiving end of things and you’re still gonna be lol”, said
veronica. “please, change me back. i’ll do anything. i’d rather die than
this”, said mike. “oh you can’t die. unfortunately for you lol”, said
veronica.
Picking mike up she brought him to the dinner table and dropped him in
her plate of beans and cabbage soup. She said she has to fuel up for
later. the soup was very thick but thin enough where he can swim. she
giggled every time she put her fork in the plate, barely missing him
each time. after taking her time to finish the very big bowl, she said
there’s one more thing to taste. Mike knew what this meant. She dropped
him in her mouth. She didn’t swallow him, just toying with him as she
swirled him around in there. She then covered her mouth.
BBBBUUUURRRRRPPPP!!
The belched was really bad and giggled about it. In between each belch
she giggled knowing what she was putting him threw. Burp, Burp,
BBUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP. After about 30 minutes she took him out. “that was
fun. between that meal and my last one, i’m gonna put you threw what
every woman should do with every man on this planet. It’s where you all
belong.” With that she pulled her thong to the side and put him in
between her ass cheeks right up to the butt hole and put the thong back
in place.
“hi handsome.” She said telepathetically. “you may be wondering how
this is possible but the potion I used gave me many abilities. i’m not
gonna let you answer back but i can hear your struggles. hehehehe. so
relax and get comfy cuz this big booty of mine is about to have it’s way
with you. hehehehe”
She laughed as he tried to move but she knew it was no use. All of a
sudden he felt a strange sensation all over his whole body and couldn’t
stop laughing in torture. her powers were tickle torturing him all over.
think of over 100 different fingers everywhere. She had such a big
smile on her face knowing what he was going through. After 2 hours of
tickling she asked: “how was it?” steve replied: “fuck you cunt”. She
then responded: Bad choice of words. not that i wasn’t gonna do this
anyway” she said with a big smirk on her face. He felt her butt hole
expand.
“Oh NOOOOOO!!!!” He thought to himself.
BBBBBBRRRRRBBBBBAAAAAAABBBBBPPPPPPPPTTT. Veronica laugh tremendously.
“hahahahahah. oh yeah!!” she said as she slapped both ass cheeks. “now
this is what all men deserve in life from their woman.” Brapt Brapt,
PPPPPPPPPPPPPP. The smell of rotten eggs and bad milk overwhelmed mike
as well as the laughter of his wife. “this is great. this is what our
marriage is gonna be forever” she said sitting in the chair sticking her
butt out. PSSSSSSSSSS, SSSS, Blaappppttttt. “hahahhaa, hehehehe. Wow
that smells horrible, but it’s worth it. Hey mike stop cursing down
there or i’m gonna put you in the toilet and shit on you.” Mike
immediately stopped. “oh sweetie. i got something.”
BRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTT. PPPPPPPPPBRBRBRBRBRPPPPPP.
“hahahahahahahaha. This feels so good. smell all of it. literally i’m
gonna have the best life ever.”
She did. All her life she enjoyed herself with having mike in her ass
and farting on him everyday. Veronica went out to male strip clubs, got
her nails done, etc all with mike stuck up her ass. He was declared
missing and never found. The only thing he had for his life was fart
after fart after fart, and the sounds of his wife laughing.
Saturday, March 23, 2024
Erin's New Gaming Chair by 101isverycool
Living in a small off-campus apartment was normally an adjustment for
most folks. MOST, I was not most, life had been easy since moving
away. I was blessed with Erin, a relatively shy and reserved bio-med
student. She kept the sink clean, the rent payed, and most importantly,
never invited annoying friends, what more could I ask for? We were
pretty tight knit, as far as shy college roommates goes. We had weekly
movie nights with some of her friends, she would help me with any
science homework and I with any of her English homework. Acquaintances
going on friends was probably the title I would use. Although she would
rub up against me during the tutoring sessions… and the movies, but
that’s just normal college kid stuff I’m sure.
However the past month had been… weird… to say the
least. Erin left her room maybe 2 or 3 times the entire week, and those
were only to go to class and the other to throw confetti when the New
Year rolled around. The formerly clean apartment had slowly started
deteriorating at the seams. It started with the dishes, then it moved to
the grimy floors, and finally, an odd, funky odor leaking its way out
of Erin’s, always shut door.
I had heard her yell late into the evenings about
something missing or whatever, but it was normally far past my bedtime
when she did this. Erin had been a pretty excellent roommate so far, to
the point her absence was sorely noticed, so I figured she had earned
some time off with her new winter break obsession.
It was only when she missed our 3rd scheduled movie
night did things start to infuriate me. From there the decent was rapid.
It started with me leaving dust piles outside of her door as
retribution for all the missed cleaning, and even escalated into a
screaming match through the door. It was this match that brings me to
the present day, and my genius plan.
I knew my roommate had a weakness, one I was going to
exploit. Using the trusty microwave, I heated up two of her favorite
spicy breakfast burritos (despite it being nearly nine at night) in an
attempt to lure her out of her sanctum.
——-
“Erin! I made some burritos, wanna split em?”
A grunt, a groan, and then finally a sigh of acceptance
filled my ears as I heard the sound of Erin arising from her catatonic
state. I watched the door to her room fly open, allowing me a peek at
the carnage left in her wake. Empty takeout boxes scattered the floor,
alongside a massive pile of dirty clothes on the floor. There were way
more days she has spent encamped than clothes on the floor which meant
many of these had pulled double, triple, and even quadruple shifts.
However the more pressing sight was Erin. Large bags
hung under her eyes as she rubbed them from the harsh florescent kitchen
lights. My roommate had always been a little chubby in all the right
places, a fact pretty much everyone but me had noticed until now. Her
wide hips filled out a pair of loosely fitting cotton running shorts.
The curves continued all the way up to her slightly distended belly and
her above average bosom that was fighting hard against a stained white
tank top.
She barely even acknowledged my presence and moved past
me to acquire herself dinner (or breakfast?) and move back to her room.
But I was quicker than her, by the time she had closed the door and
locked it I was already sat on her bed, giving her quite the surprise.
“Erin, we need to talk. It’s serious”
She looked at me quizzically
“Talk? Talk about what…”
“You know…”
I motion to the room around her, it’s a disaster. And it reeks…
“…Erin you haven’t done a single chore in weeks. This is getting kinda absurd.”
“I’m on break Alex, I can do whatever I want”
I looked a little miffed to be honest, how could she say that to my face knowing the chores she had dumped on me?
“All im asking Erin is a few minutes for you just to pick up some slack before the semester begins”
She looked wholly unimpressed
“Please? Just the dishes at least?”
I watch Erin flip her blonde hair back and sit down
wordlessly on her chair. The chair creaks for a moment under the weight,
or more likely the stress of constant use. The longer I stay in her
room the worse the smell gets. My nose starts to detect the subtle hints
of foot funk mixed with day old BO, and leftover Indian takeout food.
“The doors that way Alex, we can chat about this later.”
I was stunned, I watched her boot up her PC with my jaw
dropped nearly to the floor. The sounds of a game loading caught me
off guard. I watched her select some weird game with a 3 in it and put
her headphones on once more without a care in the world.
I watched for a moment as she clicked around on her
screen, each click increasing my blood pressure. After only a few
minutes I was furious. This? THIS is what she had been doing for 4
weeks? She ditched all the chores for some point and click bullshit?
Inconsolable and enraged, I stood up and put both my hands on her shoulders, rolling her chair as far back as possible
“AH! What the fuck!??”
I ignored her panicked yells and dove under the desk,
and hit the small clear switch on the power strip. In an instant her
room went dark, everything from her LED strips to the monitor was
snuffed out in a single moment.
Dusting my hands, I walked past the stunned Erin, the
look on her face perfectly mimicking what I looked like moments prior.
An open jar, frozen in place arms, and a slight trembling of her legs as
she tried to process what the fuck just happened…
“Here’s your broom. Get to work”
The trance wasn’t even interrupted by me throwing the broom on her floor, it landing with a soft thud on the carpet.
Cracking a small smile, I went back to my bedroom and
locked the door, completely content with my decision. This was good,
this was right, finally my roomate could get a wake up call. Just like a
parent flipping on and off a TV or something.
I snuggled into my bed with a smile on my face, this
was well earned revenge for movie nights 2, 3 and 4 she missed. My sleep
was so quick and so deserved that I even missed the soft whines and
cries from only one door over…
——-
“MPPP??”
Jolted awake I felt a searing pain in my jaw…
I roll on my back to face the home intruder. I put my
arms on anything I can grab, still started and blinded by my sudden and
rude awakening. Before I knew it, my hearing was out, I felt like two
massive earmuffs had just blocked me out.
Then the pressure increased, and increased, until my
head felt like it was going to literally pop. My arms shot up to the two
firm tree trunks keeping my head enfeebled. It was only then did I
realize what I was under attack by…
“HRRRGGG!”
I heard Erin grunt, and the lock tightened further, she
wasn’t even choking me out, just literally crushing my skull. Her legs
crossed at the ankles in an inescapable lock. The pressure was
unbearable, my eyes felt like they were moments away from popping out of
my skull, I even started to get spots in my vision from the pain. She
was literally crushing me to death, even Giles Corey had it easier!
Her legs finally opened for a moment, allowing me to mutter a few useless words…
“E-eernrn wooat?”
I was shellshocked from the violent assault. My ears
still rung from the pressing, and my arms crawled along the bed trying
desperately to get away from this monster! I was moving like a
septuagenarian thanks to the surprise attack I had just endured.
“Oh no you don’t.”
Erin was swift, and merciless in her judgment, the
guillotine dropped again, but this time hitting its intended target, my
throat. But thanks to the angle I could finally see my attacker…
Erin’s disheveled hair covered one of her eyes, but the
other one had deep marks from where she had just cried. She looked even
worse, but more worryingly, she looked pissed. Her teeth gritted and
strained as she milked every last ounce of power out of her thunder
thighs. It wasn’t even like she was trying to choke me anymore, it was
like she was trying to pop my head off like a cheap Barbie. She locked
her feet once more, and it was at this point I stopped struggling. All I
could do was look into her eyes and beg for any trace of the old Erin. I
kept staring, and kept staring, and kept staring, and kept stare——
—————
“Wakey Wakey”
And there were those same eyes, this time looming far
above me. My place in this moment was clear, I was no longer her
aqatence, or her roommate, I was her prey…
“…142 hours. 142 hours Alex”
I tried to jiggle my hands, but she had clearly restrained them well, the same went for my outstretched legs.
“Your little action hero move to dive under the table cost me 142 hours.”
“B-but all I did was turn it off?”
I asked in a desperate plea for understanding, and more importantly mercy.
“You corrupted my save file you cunt! And I lost my
honor playthrough! I can’t even reload a checkpoint! I was at the final
fucking battle!”
That explained the shock when I turned off the power strip…
“…I was 1 hour away from killing the elder brain… and
you just had to nuke my progress? All you had to do was let me clean
tomorrow!”
“But Erin! You’ve been… well…”
I ponder… do I want to cross this Rubicon right now…
“You’ve been a pig! You haven’t touched a single chore in—“
Before I can finish she stuffed a single fuzzy sock in
my mouth. It’s like a burst of flavor in my mouth, every taste is the
equivalent of hitting a note on an out of tune piano. Before I can even
spit it out she clamps down on my jaw with her hand and tapes it.
“Taste is gone. The more you struggle the more senses you lose… understood?”
My head moves almost automatically as my brain still tries to comprehend what the hell was just crammed into my maw.
“Now… I was thinking of a good way to punish you for
fucking up my entire winter break. Originally i thought about just
smashing your laptop or something, but an eye for an eye is boring. So
instead, you’ll be playing the game with me”
I shoot her a puzzled look, and soft muffle into the sock gag
“Oh of course not in the way you think. You would never
play this game with me normally since you’re always making fun of my
gaming habits, so instead I’ll be forcing you to play, or um, support
me. That’s the better term for your new role in this house. Support”
Still confused, I wriggle in my binds.
“You will be supporting me as my new gaming chair. And
I’ve gotta be honest, it’s quite the demotion for you, because I fucking
reek. I was going to take a shower today, but you fucked that up along
with everything else I wanted to do tomorrow. So think about that when I
plant my dump truck right on your fucking face.”
She ended the threat with a meaty slap of her chubby
asscheeks. Each globe of flesh rippled from the impact. Her grey cotton
booty shorts looked like they were in worse shape than the chair I was
tied to. Clearly she had dug around the discard pile for her
“favorites”…
“Alright, I need to get started, I’ll talk to you again in a few hours”
With no fanfare she immediately plopped her rear down
on my face. There was no build up, no slow lowering, just a forceful
plop… the same plop someone would do into a normal chair… which is all I
was to her at this point.
My face vanished under her, completely swallowed by her
cotton shorts. There was absolutely no air available to my lungs. A few
seconds passed, then a few more, and no reprieve.
“Drow… or High Half-Elf… what does the wiki say again?”
She didn’t even know I was literally dying under her. I started to tug on the binds, letting them dig into my skin slightly.
“Stop… you can go longer.”
Her words froze me for a moment. She did know she was
suffocating me?? What the hell! I renewed my struggle and started to try
to kick around.
“Fine, if you are that desperate for air…”
She leaned up ever so slightly, allowing me to take a
massive hit of her butt BO straight from the source. It was like taking a
sledgehammer to the senses, I filled my lungs to the brim with her
musky air, only to cough it all back out in a vain attempt to save my
lungs.
…and she plopped down again, completely covering my
nose. I felt the tip bend slightly under her weight, it felt like having
my cheekbones and nose put into a hydrologic press. 10 seconds, 20
seconds, 30 seconds, I start to flair, 45 seconds, I start to thrash, 50
seconds: air! Stinky ass air, but air nonetheless.
10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds, struggle, 45 seconds, flailing, 1 minute, and air!
10 seconds…
20
30
45
1 minute
1:15, air! My lungs were on fire by this point. Her
pattern was precise, I felt her trying to push me, test my limits and
pull me back from the brink at what she believe to be the last moment.
Knowing her pattern meant…
10 seconds
20
30
45
55
1:15 struggling, thrashing
1:20, lungs hurting, only a few more seconds and freedom!
1:30, thrashing, flailing, lungs on fire, vision fading,
1:35, air! Oh my god! She’s trying to fucking kill me! What the hell was that??
I suck down as much of the musky air as I can, panting
from the extreme smothering. Each breath hurt, and brought in more of
her earthy and sweaty stink. It has been weeks since she last took a
proper shower, and my nose was painfully aware. I could even see the
faintest line of sweat forming on her crack.
“Paladin… or Sorlock?”
How was she so nonchalant about this?? She was sitting on someone! More importantly it was me! Her friend!
And back she slid, covering my face once more. My nose
fit in her crack like a coin in a vending machine, there was absolutely
no escape from this.
The pattern repeated for what felt like an hour, she
never did the same amount of time twice, it was remarkable. She was both
playin the game and timing her smothers to keep me miserable.
“Oh thank god… I’ve made my character”
????
Huh??? That was only the start? What the hell was I in for…
“I hope you enjoyed your little smother survival
session down there, because the games about to get a lot harder so I
need to pay attention.”
Erin held a strange object over her shoulder for me to
see, as soon as her ass peeled itself off my face I realized what it
was… and extra spicy breakfast burrito…
“Remember this? This is my plan to keep you interested
down there. After all mental stimulation is a huge part of training a
puppy…”
The sounds of her grossly eating the burrito were all I
could concentrate on. Of course the sounds of her ripping open an XXX
packet of hot sauce filled my ears next, then finally the angry growl of
her stomach a few moments later. She was orchestrating the symphony of
my doom, each bite of the extra spicy, poorly microwaved breakfast
burrito filled her with glee.
My nostrils puffed warm air on her pants to show my
discontent. It was little more than a petulant tantrum and was met with
her wiggling her titanic rear all over my face, smearing me in its
stink. My pouting continued with some wiggles and puffs of discontent
before it was finally snuffed out with the terrifying sight. All Erin
had to do to shatter my hope was hook a thumb in her waistband, showing
off the top of a pink thong, a clear warning as to what was waiting for
me if I misbehaved.
“Good puppy”
Erin lifted for a moment and ruffled my hair, I was quickly learning she loved showing off her dominance.
“Time to start the tutorial, and the timer on your sentence down there…”
“MPPP??”
I groaned into her sex, she just now started?? What the fuck??
The sinking feeling in my chest returned, I had only
just started atoning for my sins. It seemed she was content to let her
ass grind me into a thin powder to get her point across. It had only
been an hour or less and my cheekbones were already emanating a dull
soreness from the weight.
As I was contemplating the pain on my face, Erin spread
her cheeks, lifted, and crushed. My face was swallowed once more by my
former friend. I few seconds of no air and I even started to yearn for
her musky stench. Thankfully, she scooted up giving me the air I so
desperately needed, all contained within the crack of her cotton shorts,
what a good owner…
The next half an hour was mind numbing. Aside from a
few moments of grinding or bounces, Erin refused to acknowledge me. All I
could do was sit, and suffer. Her cheeks were starting to break my
spirit, I never considered Erin “overweight” or anything of the sort,
but having her dump truck on my face was certainly enlightening as to
her true figure.
The way her cheeks sat on my face felt like someone was
slowly pulling my cheeks off my face. My skin was taught from the
pressure of her cheeks trying to slide down my face and entomb me
further.
And of course worse of all was the raw earthy stench.
Even with a shower asses always have a certain smell to them, but add in
a few days (or weeks?) without showering and you have a whole new
beast. The heat from my face and breaths had created a dark wet stain
down her crotch. My nose was in a swamp of my own creation. Her ass glad
to remind me of how badly I fucked up.
!!!!!——!!!!!
“FUCK! How the hell did you miss that Shadowheart???”
Erin yelled above me, for what must have been the third
time in 5 minutes. It had taken awhile, but I finally managed to settle
in, as much as one can under an ass that is. The smell and dull
soreness remained, but at least my breathing had stabilized, and so had
her movements above me.
Then I felt something kiss the tip of my nose, nothing
more than a child’s first new years kiss. The air temperature in my
cavern increased rapidly, and a new, fresh smell assaulted my senses.
The musky sent was gone, now a new sulfuric stench took its place. I
coughed for a moment, and tried my hardest to not think about what just
happened.
Then I heard it, her belly rumbled, loud. It sounded
like there was a kraken in there. She even took a her hand off of her
computer for a rare moment to rub her stomach. That was a bad omen…
PFFFT!
…
She didn’t.
Oh god! The sound startles me more than anything. My fucking roommate just ripped ass on my face! What the hell!
“MMMMPP!!”
I yelled angrily into my gag, infuriated she would
stoop this low. My yell only caused me to suck up more of her anal air
like a vacuum.
BRRRTT!
I sputtered and coughed as a fresh blast hammered me,
she wasn’t even acknowledging her defiling of my sinuses. As if this was
the most normal thing in the world for roommates.
PSSSTT!
The air was thick with a rich and lethal eggy stench.
Those breakfast burritos were coming back with a vengeance. The puffs of
air swirled around the pocket of air I had. Each noxious blast tainted
what dignity I had left as my lungs filled with her shit air.
BRRRRRPPPT
“That was loud”
The first acknowledgment of her gas, at least she knew
she was literally torturing me I guess? The nonchalant nature of her
torture was infuriating. It was like I was literally nothing to her.
PPPTTTSST!
Nothing… but a chair…
BRRTTP!
Another one, she was relentless, her ass was like a
volcano spewing molten hot sulfuric gas. The mixture of rotten eggs,
spoiled beef, and spicy hot sauce was making my nose actually burn.
Everything was on fire, from my lungs to her rosebud.
“Fuck… I failed the roll again!”
Erin’s hand slammed down on her desk, shaking her entire body slightly. At least both of us were having a bad time…
BRRTTP!
…mine being significantly worse obviously.
———
“GODDAMIT! Why the fuck does the AI always shove me off cliffs??”
Her outburst made her slide backwards, grinding the
filthy seam of her cotton shorts across my nose like sandpaper. That was
gonna leave a mark. As she slid I felt some pressure moving off of me,
and some light!
SMACK
“Mhppa mptah?”
I yelled into my gag a vague “what was that?” as my
world was brought back into focus by a meaty slap across my face. The
red LED lights strung across her room gave me just enough to be able to
see her face. Erin was pissed, her eyes pierced my soul from behind her
circular glasses. The next thing I knew her mouth was open… and dangling
a long goopy droplet of spit down her lips. It hit the tip of my nose
and began to roll off before Erin wadded up the sleeve of her XL hoodie
to rub it in my face.
“You’ll thank me for the lube in a moment.”
Erin spread, and back down she sat. Crushing my face
under her bubble butt once more. But why the hell did she even say
anything about lube…?
I felt her body pull forward like a rower as she used
the desk to pull herself forward, rubbing the seam of her cotton shorts
across my face. Then she pushed back on the desk, and it all clicked.
A pull, a push, a pull, and push. She was grinding her
rank ass into my face. He time the thickly stitched seam hit my face, it
bent my nose back in a terrible position and scraped it like sandpaper.
Then again, and again. This was her vengeance for whatever trivial game
mechanic she had just fallen victim to. I started to grunt and grit in
pain. She knew exactly what she was doing, and the spit did little to
decrease the friction burn she was creating.
Push… pull. It had to have been 5 minutes since she
started, but it felt like 5 days. Each push and pull of her rear felt
like a nail file was being dragged across my nose. I gritted my teeth
and denied her the pleasure of hearing my grunts of pain, but it was
still extremely unpleasant. The pain was more in the humiliation of the
cosmetic effects. My nose was going to be bright red for days after this
shit.
The final few pushes and pulls came with the added
flair of her lifting her legs off the ground to increase the pressure.
But by that point, I was mentally tapped out. Just trying to focus on
anything but her ass. Thankfully, after a movement akin to a dog
dragging its ass, Erin jumped back up to face me once more.
“I hope you enjoyed, just know anytime a member of my party dies you’ll be getting a randomly assigned punishment”
My eyes read hate. She can tell I’m pissed, and her
response is simply to giggle at my bright red irritated nose. She boops
it with her index finger.
“And next time I’ll be wearing some nice and starchy
jeans. I’ll give you one hell of a carpet burn you disrespectful little
chair.”
I rolled my eyes, but eventually aquessed to her will and nodded.
“Good, now I’m gonna heat up this burrito and you can get back to work down there. I have a fun game for you to play”
——-
BRRTTP
The barrage resumed with little fanfare from Erin. She
had casually plopped her ass on my face a moment ago without so much as a
word of sympathy, let alone offering to wipe the dried spit off my
face, she wasn’t really in a mood for mercy I sensed.
PSSTTT
The fetid blast were just as toxic as I remembered. She
ripped ass into my face without a care in the world. Nothing brought
her more pleasure than desecrating my sinuses with her brain melting
emissions.
“Listen up down there. This game is simple, I need you
to filter my farts, if I catch even a hint of my own gas, these shorts
are coming off. Got it?”
I mumbled an “ok” into the gag and tried to steel my
nerves. I could absolutely not afford to lose the cotton sponge above
me. Sure it was sweaty and caked in her BO, but the thickness of it
prevented a lot of gas from getting through!
BRRTTT
The first one, I took a big inhale, trying to get as
much of the harmful substance into my poor nose as possible. It burned
going in, I felt like I had just been punched as my body struggled to
keep the cloud in.
PSSSTTTTSSTT!
Oh…
Oh no.
A 5 second long SBD exited her asshole like an angry
spirit. The heat was the first thing i noticed, it felt like someone had
opened and oven and held my face in it for a moment. No hairdryer
compared to this heat. Then the stench, even the slight hit of eggy nuke
I took in was enough to literally force my body to disobey me. My fight
or flight activated and my body simply refused to take another
sinus-razing inhale of her noxious cloud. My coughing returned as my
lungs tried desperately to vacate the small amount of ass air they had
inhaled. Noting was working, my body was shutting down. All the alarms
in my head were screaming at me, I was so desperate for escape from
this… this biohazard of a fart. I literally couldn’t comprehend what I
was suffering through.
“Fuck… god! Puppy what the fuck! It smells so bad holy shit!”
I heard Erin gag above me, a validating feeling if I wasn’t currently suffering through homemade mustard gas.
“Ew ew ew!! I’ve gotta go!”
My eyes pleaded with her for mercy as she ran off with
her shirt covering her nose. She had literally gassed herself out. I was
left in her room with a lingering cloud of death. Even after a whole
minute of her behind gone I was still struggling to breathe. This fart
was thick, it would never dissipate on its own at this rate. I had to
start sniffing…
After a few painstaking minutes, my lungs finally
scrubbed the last hints of her eggy SBD away, leaving me to pant for
fresh air. I looked up at the ceiling, and took a moment to think where
it all went wrong…
Why the hell did I not just turn it off or—
“Bad Puppy!!”
My trance was broken by Erin throwing some of her
crusty laundry on me. The smell was nothing compared to what she had
just subjected me to, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant to be smacked in
the face by crusted underwear.
And then something heavier smacked my face. In the
moment I had before impact, I identified the projectile. It was her
cotton shorts. Uh oh…
Erin strutted to the side of her gaming chair (me at
this point?) and spread her legs for a moment. For the first time I got
to see them in all their glory. Her nice calves, the thunder thighs that
nearly ended my life earlier, and finally two massive globes of flesh:
her ass. Under the red LED lights I could see every inch of her curves
as they swallowed her poor pink thong. She noticed my
terrified/entranced ogling and replied by sticking her fingers below the
two perfectly formed mounds and jiggling them. She leaned down to touch
the floor in front of her and wiggled for a moment, her booty moved
like ripples in the ocean. I was mesmerized. Her ass was just as
beautiful as it was dangerous, every hint of her legs oozed power.
In that moment I even felt a hint of excitement, still
terror, still disdain, but excitement for the idea of that booty being
anywhere near me. Maybe it was the nerve agent farts getting to me, or
maybe it was me realizing what Erin had hoped I would realize all along.
She was hot…
——-
BRTTTP!
In only a few minutes I had been brought down to earth.
Her ass in nothing but a thong was a nightmare in every way. The faded
pink pattern around her puffy rosebud was all the conformation I needed.
Even her underwear couldn’t survive her farts.
“GALE! How did you miss that jump 15 minutes ago??”
Erin wiggled, as to rub in the games failure as my own.
PSST!
And she’s started her regular rhythm again. Her soft
doughy belly was a factory for these blast. Each one was unique, meaning
I could never even brace for them. One would reek of sulfur, the next
of hot sauce. This was truly the worst thing I had ever experienced…
———
“Hey puppy… we’re having a party in the game tonight, I think we should celebrate!”
I was barely awake by this point, my eyes heavy from
gas, my lungs hurting from gas, and my head hurting from, well, ass and
gas.
“I really really need to relieve myself of those
breakfast burritos, but let’s see if I can squeeze out a few extra
pre-poop farts before the party ends”
And the fire was back. I pulled hard on my restraints, hoping they had magically come loose in the past few hours. Nothing.
I had been around Erin in a car ride back from a
restaurant during an “emergency” I knew what she was capable of in this
department. Clearing a car for one, this is about to be bad.
PSSSTT!
Oh no, and SBD…
My eyes shot open, it was like someone had just injected red hot lava into my lungs. My thrashes bore not fruit. I was fucked.
“GLLUH”
I gaged so hard into my gag even Erin noticed, not that she felt bad of course.
“Choke on it bitch”
PSSST!
Straight. Shit.
This fart was another Erin classic, a hot puff of air,
then a pepper spray like reaction from me. It felt like she was coating
my lungs in a thick radioactive tar. I hadn’t even gotten a tenth of a
way through filtering the previous fart before she unleashed the second.
This was true despair, true hopelessness. I pulled and
thrashed hard against my binds, even rubbing my arms raw, but nothing.
Erin has prepared for things to get this bad apparently.
PSSSSSSSSTTTT
Longer, thicker, this one was like actual smog getting
injected down my nose. No wonder her panties had lost their color. Erin
had literally burnt it off. All I could do was suffer, and Erin made
sure there was no shortage of suffering.
PSSSTTPTSSSPTT
“Oh… that’s a little wet. This is about to go south.”
I gagged hard again on the stench, all I wanted was my
freedom. A stench like this shouldn’t be humanely possible. How could my
cute nerdy roommate be capable of producing WMDs and injecting them via
my sinuses. My eyes grew heavy, this was more than normal gas. The shit
stench was strong, and it was literally shutting me down.
PSSSSSTTTTTTTSSSSSTTTT!
A 9 second long rip…
“Night night back there puppy.”
———
My body jolted awake. Shaking the chair I was bound to.
I took a long deep breath through my nose, inhaling the stale fart air
of the room. Better than the gas that knocked me out at least…
My few moments of recovery were stripped away by the sound of a toilet flushing and a door closing. Erin.
“Hey! You’re alive! Yay! I was a little worried I fried your brain or something.”
I panted hard, I was definitely exited about her
untying me so I could run for the hills. Or maybe even the police. I
don’t think I could live with this madwoman anymore. All I needed to do
was apologize to her now, and then run like hell to escape the second
she undid me. This had been the single worse thing to ever happen to me…
“Ahh… Act One is done. Only took me about 18 or so hours since I skipped a bunch of stuff.”
…what?
“Time for act two, sorry if I didn’t wipe super super well back there…”
Fuck.
Sunday, March 17, 2024
The Office Ass Kisser by AnUnturned
PART 1
Daniel leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes,
giving them a well-earned break. He’d been staring at his screen so long
they felt like they were going square; it felt like he’d been slaving
away for hours. Surely the day was nearly over?.. He glanced down at the
digital clock on his screen.
Friday, 1:03 pm. Still 4 more hours to go until he was
free for the weekend. Sighing, he sat back forward and opened up yet
another spreadsheet, carrying on like the diligent little worker drone
he was.
“Hey Daniel, how’s it going?” One of his co-workers suddenly appeared behind him, greeting him with a hearty slap on the back.
“Oh, h-hey, Greg.” He replied, startled. “Yeah, not bad, you?”
“Not bad, not bad! Actually, I was wondering if you
could do me a little favour. I’ve been swamped this past week, and
haven’t had a chance to do my TPS reports. Would you be a pal and handle
them for me?”
Daniel silently groaned. Those reports were a nightmare
– they usually took a full day to complete, and he had his own work to
do today besides! Not to mention they were supposed to have been
finished days ago, and Daniel knew Greg had been goofing off instead. He
had a hundred valid reasons to politely decline his colleague, but
instead…
“Uh, yeah, sure. No worries. I’ll get that done as soon as I can.”
Daniel had a problem – he was practically incapable of
saying “No”! Even if he didn’t particularly like a person, it was like
his brain was hard-wired to try and make them happy. No matter how much
it inconvenienced him, no matter how much he already had on his plate,
he just couldn’t seem to bring himself to turn anyone down!
“Great, thanks bud!” Greg slapped his back again. “Oh, and by the way, Lexi wants to see you in her office.”
“…Oh, s-she does? Ok, uh… thanks.”
“No worries! Better bring your gas mask, am I right?”
Greg laughed as he walked away, leaving Daniel to sigh dejectedly. His
boss wanted to see him; that was bad news. Not because he thought he was
in trouble – he was shy, polite to a fault and even a bit of a
pushover. He was good at his job, and would never intentionally cause
problems for others. No, there was another reason he didn’t want to go
see her, a reason that he was far too polite to ever mention to her
face.
He got up and walked over to her office. Reaching her
door, he took a final deep breath – both to steel himself, and to enjoy
one last taste of fresh air before going in – then he knocked twice, and
waited to be summoned inside.
“Come in!”
Pushing open the door, he felt his nose instantly
wrinkle in disgust. This room had been subjected to a lot of stink, over
a very long time. Long enough that a rich, earthy odour seemed to have
saturated into the very walls, and even the air felt thicker and warmer,
as though he had entered a foul-smelling sauna. And there at the
epicentre of this stinky storm, she sat; completely unbothered by the
horrendous smell (or by anyone else’s opinion of it), his extremely
gassy manager Lexi.
“Dan the man! Just the guy I wanted to see.” Lexi was a
beautiful buxom redhead, with a slightly plump figure that gave her
appealing curves. Her tight business suit looked like it was struggling
to contain her massive chest, and her skirt was experiencing similar
difficulties. She really was gorgeous, and probably would’ve been the
subject of many of the office men’s affections – where it not for her
rather unladylike habit of…
Bbbfffrrrt
…farting. Lexi leaned over in her leather chair and
pushed out a short, noisy blast without so much as blinking, then
glanced up at him and smiled innocently.
“My bad. Tacos for lunch, does it to me every time. But
I never learn!” She laughed. Daniel smiled weakly as the beany, meaty
stink wafted toward him, somehow managing not to gag or cough.
“Right then, come in, close the door, grab a seat.” She
gestured toward him. He complied quickly, although it pained him to
seal off his exit, knowing he was trapping himself in with the stench.
He sat down and glanced wistfully at the closed window behind her,
wondering if it would be rude to ask to open it.
“So Daniel, good work this week, as usual,” she said
while flicking through some paperwork. He muttered a quiet “thank you”
as she paused to take another bite of taco, then continued with her
mouth full. “Got any plans tonight?”
He did, in fact. He was looking forward to some
hard-earned downtime after a long, stressful week of non-stop work.
“Well, I... ”
“No? Great!” She swallowed, and belched quietly. “I
need someone to stay late and help me fill out some forms for corporate.
What do you say, are you my guy?”
“Ah… Well…” Daniel looked down at his feet. It was so
frustrating; he didn’t want to, and he shouldn’t have to, if he was only
brave enough to risk upsetting her! But once again, he was falling
victim to the quirk of his personality that made it seemingly impossible
for him to disappoint anyone. “Maybe, I guess… I suppose I could – ”
“Great! That’s terrific, I knew I could count on you.
Well then, I’ll let you get back to work, and I’ll see you back in here
later.” She turned back to her computer screen, effectively dismissing
him. But just before he got up to leave, he heard a low gurgle that made
him pause.
Gggbrrlbbffffffrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppp
Lifting her leg, Lexi unleashed a monster fart which
bubbled, then exploded against the leather seat. It rippled noisily and
filled the already unpleasant air with the scent of expired beef and
cheese; Daniel was frozen in shock and sat still, tasting the rotten
odour and focusing all his efforts on not gagging.
“Ha ha, wow! That was a nasty one, even by my
standards,” Lexi laughed, fanning her nose. “Yikes, I think I can
actually smell my breakfast burrito. Pretty bad, huh?”
“…Aha… well, no, it’s not so bad…” He eventually
managed to gasp. Naturally, he was lying. Lexi was infamously nonchalant
about her farts; if even she was commenting on their aroma, it had to
be truly horrific! This was one of the worst smells he’d experienced in
his life, but he could never be so rude as to say that to her face!
She rolled her eyes, clearly not fooled. “Come on,
Daniel, you don’t have to lie. Just admit it, that could’ve made a skunk
blush!”
“No no, really, I… I can’t even really smell anything!”
She raised an eyebrow at him, and her lips curled up
into a small smirk. “Yeah? Come here a sec.” She leaned over her desk
and grabbed his tie, then slowly began pulling him toward her until
their faces were mere inches apart. He looked up at her nervously, while
she confidently returned his gaze and subtly shifted her weight.
Bbbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrattt!
She continued to hold him as she ripped a wet-sounding blast into her long-suffering chair. The gas quickly wafted up around both of them, punishing Daniel’s nose; he had never smelled one of her farts in such close proximity before. It was a whole new level of stink.
“You’re telling me,” Lexi said softly, as her fumes floated around them. “You don’t smell a thing, huh?”
“Ugghhh… no… nope.” He choked feebly. He even took a
big sniff to prove his point, and felt his stomach lurch in response to
the beefy odour. For a moment neither of them moved, him gazing up at
her – blinking rapidly as his eyes watered – while she stared carefully
back at him, studying him like a cat stalking its prey. Then suddenly,
her face broke into a pleasant smile.
“Haha, ok! Whatever you say, Dan.” She let him go so
fast he almost fell backward, and turned her focus back to her computer.
“Alright, I’m pretty busy and I’m sure you are too. So if there’s
nothing else, let’s get back to work, huh? And I’ll see you at 5!”
Daniel was speechless for a moment, surprised by her
sudden return to professionalism. “O – OK, sure, see you at 5.” He
stammered, before quickly excusing himself and shutting the door.
“Ugghhh, what the hell is wrong with me?!” He cursed
himself for being so awkward. “Why didn’t I just agree with her from the
start? She stank! And she obviously didn’t care if I said so!” He
berated himself repeatedly as he returned to his cubicle, hating himself
for his clumsiness. If he had listened closely as he walked away, he
might’ve heard the sound of suppressed laughter coming from the office
behind him.
*
A few hours later, Daniel watched sadly as the last of
his co-workers packed up and left, leaving just him in the workplace.
Well, him and one other person, although she was currently awaiting him
in her virtual torture chamber of an office.
“This is my last chance… I could just leave, pretend I
forgot?” He thought to himself briefly, before sighing and getting to
his feet. This whole situation was his own fault for not having the guts
to politely decline his boss. Beating himself up wasn’t going to help;
all he could do now was try to get this work done as quickly as
possible. He returned to Lexi’s door and knocked politely, beginning his
overtime and sealing his fate.
“Ah, there’s my favourite little helper! Ready to get started?”
Daniel pushed open the door – and was almost knocked
off his feet! A wave of eggy stink crashed against him, so dense it felt
like walking into a wall. Somehow the usual stench of her room had
grown far worse, it’s normal stale odour replaced by something far
fresher and fouler. Just standing in it for a second was enough to make
his head spin!
Lexi glanced up at him and smirked, amused by his
obvious disgust. “Oh yeah, it might be a little smellier in here than
usual. Normally I’d try and hold in my gas, but since you said you
couldn’t smell anything earlier, I’ve just been letting rip!”
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt
She demonstrated with a bassy toot that wafted quickly
over toward him, filling his nostrils with the scent of digesting meat.
This was the reason her room smelled so much worse; she’d spent the last
few hours practically hot-boxing it!
“Ahhh. Gotta say, it feels good to just let ‘em loose like this! And you’re sure you don’t mind, right?”
“Ah… yeah, it’s… no problem…” Daniel replied, coughing under his breath and hating himself more than ever.
“Great!” She beamed, trying to make her smile look
friendly rather than sadistic. Ordinarily, Lexi used her extreme
gassiness to put the guys in the office off; she knew how hot she was,
and didn’t want them slobbering all over her. But faced with Daniel’s
extraordinarily stubborn politeness, she’d set herself a personal
challenge. “Let’s see how long it takes for you to admit my gas stinks…
or better yet, to beg for some fresh air,” she thought to herself
evilly.
“Alright then! Shut that door and let’s crack on, huh?”
He obeyed sadly, sitting down and looking up again at
the window – which was now fogged up slightly by the sheer volume of gas
contained in the room. “So wait… everything up until this afternoon,
all of her incessant, shameless farting – that’s been her holding
back?!” He wondered. “What have I done? I’ve created a monster!”
For a while Daniel and his boss worked quietly in her
stink, wordlessly filling out forms. Although neither of them said much,
there was plenty of noise: every now and then Lexi would lean to one
side and noisily rip ass, or instead she would sit still and there would
be a muffled thud of air hitting her seat, and a moment later Daniel
would be assaulted by the smell of her bowels. Occasionally she would
unleash punishing silent-but-deadlys, and there would be no warning at
all before an ungodly stench snuck up his nose and sent him into a
coughing fit. And at no point did Lexi acknowledge the horrors she was
producing, except to sigh contentedly as she relieved herself.
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrapppppppptttt
“Ooh, a hot one.” Lexi wrinkled her nose at her most
recent blast, a little too pungent even for her. She glanced up and saw
Daniel silently gagging on it; she tried not to laugh as she watched him
do his best not to retch at the stench, wondering just how far he would
go not to offend her. “Alright, I think I can finish the rest of these
forms myself,” she decided. “Let’s make this overtime a little more
interesting.”
A sudden clattering sound startled Daniel, causing him
to look up. He saw some stationary rolling across the desk, and his boss
smiling at him.
“Oops,” She said playfully. “I think I dropped a pen!
It’s under my desk somewhere, would you be a gentleman and go get it for
me?”
“Uh, yeah, no problem!” Daniel replied, quickly getting
to his knees. He crawled beneath her desk and saw the pen, which had
somehow rolled right beneath her chair – right between her stocking-clad
legs, which were spread apart slightly. In fact, if he looked just
right, they were spread enough to give him a slight glimpse up her –
His face turned red and he stared at the floor. “That
is not what I’m supposed to be looking for,” he reminded himself,
deciding to concentrate on the task at hand. Besides, he wanted to get
back up as soon as possible; the smell down here was way more intense,
since it was basically ground zero for her farts. He held his breath and
crawled slowly toward her, reaching out inch by inch until…
“Wuh?” Said Daniel, as Lexi’s legs suddenly locked
tight around his neck. He tried to pull backward, but her hold was too
strong. Instead she pulled him in closer, her warm thighs closing firm
around either side of his head.
“Uh… what are you doing? Lexi?”
“Hm? Sorry Daniel, just a second.”
Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrt
Still holding him in her scissorlock, she ripped a hot, dry fart point-blank in Daniel’s face. The wind raced up his nostrils before he could even think about avoiding it; he had to resist the urge to vomit as he inhaled the rancid cheesy blast, so thick he could taste it on his tongue.
“Ahhh. Actually Dan, while I have you down there, could
you go ahead and sniff that up for me? I don’t know if you’ve noticed
but my farts have been a little stinkier than usual, and I’d rather not
smell them.”
“Oh, come on! This has gotta be too far!” Daniel
despaired. The whole situation was just so ridiculous! As if her farts
weren’t bad enough already, now she expected him to sniff them up
straight from the source? No way! This had to be his breaking point!
And yet…
Scarcely able to believe it himself, he closed his eyes
and took a long, deep sniff, sending his entire body into shudders as
he absorbed the full brunt of Lexi’s rotten gas. As bad as it stank, and
as embarrassed as he was, even this painful, demeaning task was
apparently easier than standing up for himself and telling his boss
“No”.
Above, Lexi smiled and shook her head in amazement.
“Wow. There really is no limit to what you’ll agree to, huh?” She
chuckled to herself. She almost felt a little bad for him – but then it
wasn’t like she was forcing him to do anything. He was agreeing to it!
She draped her skirt over his head, creating a mini
Dutch oven for him, and slid down in her seat until her panties pressed
up against his face. “Mmm. You know, I can finish the rest of these on
my own. Why don’t you stay down there and sniff up all my farts until
I’m done – which should be in, say… an hour or so. Sound good?”
Daniel managed a low moan in response, but made no
effort to escape. It felt like he’d crossed a point of no return – like
he’d had multiple chances to avoid all of this, and missed them. Once
you’re on your knees, having willingly sucked up your bosses’ fart, how
do you come back from that?
So instead he remained still, took another deep sniff, and raised his hand to give Lexi a shaky thumbs-up of acceptance.
“Excellent! Ahhh, Dan. What would I do without you, huh?”
Ffffffffffffffrrrrrraaaaaaaaaart
Unfortunately for Daniel, Lexi stayed true to her word.
For the next hour she sat at her desk filling out forms, and he sat
below her with his head up her skirt. She showed him no mercy and
blasted him relentlessly with fart after stinky fart; they built up
quickly in the enclosed space, the gas growing denser and richer, and
the temperature soon began to rise as well. Before long sweat was
dripping down Lexi’s thighs and onto Daniel’s face, and he struggled to
avoid the salty beads rolling into his mouth and nose – often
unsuccessfully.
But amazingly, throughout the entire ordeal, he managed
to stop himself from squirming, fighting or screaming in disgust. He
took all of her most potent stink with barely a whimper; even in this
bizarre situation, he refused to act impolitely or unprofessionally! He
just did his job the best he could, even if it repulsed him. Even Lexi
had to be impressed by his determination.
Ssssssssssppppppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttt
She sighed as she squeezed out yet another greasy
blast, and felt Daniel’s hot breath against her as he dutifully sucked
it up. “Uh oh. That one was a panty burner for sure,” she thought,
grinning. “If that doesn’t break him, nothing will.” She put down her
pen and waited for his reaction: Daniel coughed, gagged, moaned and
groaned, and his fingers twitched as the smell of pure rotten waste
filled his body. But he made no word of complaint, and no effort to pull
his head away. He just sniffed it all up and obediently awaited
another.
“Unbelievable.” She sat back and sighed, disappointed
with herself; it felt like she had lost the battle. “Well, I guess it’s
time to let him go for today. I mean, I finished the reports 10 minutes
ago.”
“Ok, time to go home!” At long last, Lexi rose from her
chair and ended Daniel’s long torment. He fell backward with a gasp,
and took a few moments to enjoy his freedom from her leg-lock before
awkwardly climbing out from under the desk.
“Great work today, Dan. Especially with the fart sniffing – I couldn’t smell a thing!”
“Oh, that’s… good. Thanks.” He mumbled.
“Of course! In fact, you did such a great job, I think you’ve earned a promotion! How would you like to sniff my ass full-time?”
“I – wait, what?”
“That’s right! From now on you’ll be working directly
under me, working as my personal ass-istant from 9-5. I think we’ll
start you off with simple fart absorbing like you were doing just now,
then introduce you to more duties as you go. How does that sound?”
“It sounds – I mean, it sounds…” Daniel took a deep
breath. If there was ever a time to grow a backbone, it was now. This
new job sounded like a living nightmare! If he didn’t say no now, he’d
be stuck inhaling farts for the rest of his career!
“It sounds… good. Great. I’d love to. Thank you for the
opportunity.” He just couldn’t say it. He hated himself for it, but he
just physically couldn’t turn down his boss – not when she was offering
him a promotion, of all things! How could he possibly be that rude?
“Fantastic!” Lexi exclaimed. Her voice sounded strange,
like she was holding back laughter. “Then I’ll work out all the details
over the weekend, and I’ll see you back here first thing Monday! My
morning coffee always gets my gut churning, so you won’t be getting an
easy first day,” she said with a wink.
“Haha, OK… sounds good, Lexi, uh… have a good weekend!”
Daniel left backed out of the office as quickly as he could without,
before he agreed to more disgusting deals. Once the door was shut behind
him, the full weight of his decision settled in, and almost brought him
back to his knees.
“I don’t believe it. I’ve actually agreed to be my
bosses’ fart sniffer. My job is to sniff farts,” he realised, horrified.
His people-pleasing personality had caused him trouble in life before,
but this was a new low! What could he even do? “I’ll just have to come
in Monday, and tell firmly that I don’t want this job. O-Or, that I’d
like some time to reconsider. …Maybe I can just negotiate how much time I
have to spend sniffing her ass?..” He felt himself grow less confident
with each hypothetical, and his heart sank as he turned to leave the
office. He had a nasty feeling that, if he let it, his future was only
going to get smellier.
Lexi, meanwhile, was feeling a lot more enthusiastic
about the future. She may not have gotten Daniel to break today, but now
that he’d actually accepted her insane job offer, she’d have plenty of
opportunities to try again!
“My own personal ass worshipper,” she smiled to herself
dreamily, already planning his first day on the job. Then she started
to laugh, thinking again about his bizarre behaviour. “It’s crazy. He
seriously just says “yes” to anything anyone asks of him!”
“What was it the guys in accounting were calling him? The “Office Ass Kisser?”” Her evil smile returned. “On Monday, I think we’ll see about making that name more literal.”
PART 2
Lexi stifled a yawn as the computer screen in front of
her flickered into life. She glanced down at the digital clock in the
corner – Monday, 8:29 am. Ordinarily this was the most depressing part
of the week, being so far from the weekend, but today she had a special
reason to be excited. Today was the first day she’d be working with her
new assistant… or, as she liked to call him, her assistant.
She took a small sip of her morning coffee and, as if
in response, felt her stomach gurgle angrily. Leaning to one side she
strained, preparing to rip ass just as she usually would, but suddenly
stopped herself and sat back down. “No point wasting good gas, when I
could be saving it for my little helper’s nose,” she reminded herself
cheerfully. “Ah, and speak of the devil!”
She watched her favourite employee, Daniel, through the
glass as he walked up to her door and hesitantly knocked. “Come in!”
She called out to him.
“Good morning, Lexi,” he greeted her as he entered,
shutting the door behind him. He stared at the floor, awkwardly avoiding
eye contact.
“Morning, Dan!” She replied. “You don’t need to knock,
by the way. This is basically your office now, too, since you’ll be
working with me at all times!”
“Oh r-right, um… ok. Great.” He was so obviously
unenthusiastic, she couldn’t help but chuckle; he clearly hated the
smell of her farts, but was still stubbornly refusing to admit it! He’d
even willingly agreed to a new job sniffing them up! The whole situation
was ridiculous. “And you know it too, don’t you, Dan? Let’s see if I
can’t get you to break today,” she thought to herself, deviously.
“Um… I picked up your breakfast order. By the way.” He
held up a takeout bag – her sausage, egg and cheese biscuit, so greasy
that even the bag looked like it was soaked through.
“Oooh, yum! Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” He handed it
to her with some reluctance. Everyone in the office knew to avoid Lexi
for a few hours after she ate fast food. Well, avoid her more than
usual.
“Ok then! I thought I’d start by walking you through
some of the details of your new promotion, but first things first...”
She spread her legs and pointed up her skirt, winking. “I need your head
down here.”
Dan swallowed as he stared at the stinky abyss beneath her desk. After his experience there last Friday, he had no desire to ever return. “A-actually Lexi, I’ve been thinking…”
“Yes yes, we’ll talk all about the job in a minute. My stomach is cramping, so if you don’t mind?”
Dan paused… but only for a moment. Then he quietly got
to his knees and began crawling under his bosses’ desk. He’d spent the
entire weekend psyching himself up to turn down this job, preparing to
explain everything to Lexi as soon as he saw her so that he never had to
sniff her farts again, but the second he met resistance – he’d
crumbled. Confrontation just wasn’t in his nature. And now here he was
again, back between Lexi’s legs ready to receive her gas, all because he
couldn’t say “no”.
Lexi smiled as she felt Dan push himself up against
her, his nose pressing flush against her panties, and she closed her
thighs around his ears. “Ugh, just in time.”
Pppppppppfrrrrrrrrrrrrooooootttttttttttttttttttttt
The fart was bitter and hot, and extremely forceful;
like someone was blowing a foul-smelling hairdryer in his face. He tried
to sniff it all up like she wanted, but a single taste made him gag and
retch, and some of it wafted up towards its maker.
“Oh man, what a relief… I’ve been holding that in all
morning,” Lexi sighed. She sniffed the air and winced. “Yikes, I guess
holding my farts in makes them smell a bit more. That’s pretty brutal!
Well, good thing you don’t mind it, right?”
Of course he did mind. But that was how this whole mess
had started, with his innocent, polite little lie. “Why did I have to
tell her her farts don’t smell?” He despaired. “What the hell was I
thinking?!?”
“Now then, your new job,” Lexi began, picking up her
breakfast muffin. She took a bite and continued with her mouth full.
“I’ve written up a contract for you to sign. It’s all very complicated
legal mumbo-jumbo which I won’t bore you with, but basically it’ll make
you my personal assistant; and as such, you’ll be doing anything and
everything I might ask of you in order to make my job easier. Which, as
we’ve discussed, will mostly involve sniffing my farts.” She filled his
mouth with one, as if to demonstrate. “Oh, and it comes with a 20% pay
rise. So, what do you say? Sound good?”
She lifted herself off him slightly, giving him a
chance to speak. He inhaled gratefully, and thought hard about what to
say next. “Ok, time to stand up for myself,” he decided. “It’s simple. I
just have to tell her I’ve changed my mind! I can do this!” He took a
shaky breath, gathered up all his courage, and prepared to tell her the
truth.
“W-well, Lexi… Thank you very much for the opportunity, but the thing is –”
Bbbbbbbbrrfffffff
A sudden, perfectly timed fart to the face caught him off guard, sending him into a coughing fit and interrupting his speech.
“Hm? Sorry Dan, didn’t quite catch that!” Lexi called down, supressing a giggle. He shook his head woozily, then tried again.
“The thing is, I –”
Sssppppppttttttttttt
“I’ve been trying to tell you that –”
Ffrappppppp
“Your farts are actually kind of –”
Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrppppppppttt
“Sorry Dan, you’re going to need to speak up!” Lexi called again, her shoulders shaking with supressed laughter.
Dan’s cheeks were bright red. With each fart he felt
even more pathetic, and lost even more confidence in himself. He knew
this was his last chance, but as he looked up to meet his boss’s gaze,
his eyes watering and his mouth filled with the taste of rotten egg, he
knew he couldn’t do it.
“…thanks, Lexi. The job sounds great, and I’d be happy
to accept.” He hung his head shamefully, glumly resigned to his fate. In
the end, he just couldn’t bring himself to say “No”, even when it
would’ve saved him from the job from hell. He simply wasn’t strong
enough.
“Fantastic!” Lexi grinned. “Then I’ll just need you to
sign this contract before the end of the day. There’s no immediate rush
though, so for now, why don’t we both get to work?”
She pushed her chair back away from him and stood, then
pat the leather seat her ass had just been occupying. “Go ahead and put
your head right here for me. Face up.”
Dan’s face blanched. “Y-you’re going to sit on me? But I thought…”
“Well unfortunately, I caught a whiff of some of my
farts earlier. I’m not suggesting you’re doing a bad job, but I’m sure
you’ll have a much easier time sniffing them if I’m physically on top of
you. Don’t you agree?”
“Plus, I have to ramp things up somehow, or you’re
never going to admit how bad they stink,” she thought to herself, hiding
a smirk.
“I… I guess that makes sense…” He clambered awkwardly
over to her chair, laying his head on the (still warm) leather and using
his arms to prop himself up, in a sort of crab position. Once in place,
he had time for only one quick glance up at Lexi – before her ass
filled his entire view, and he was abruptly squashed beneath her rear!
“Hmm, not bad. Pretty comfortable!” She wiggled her
hips, grinding against Dan’s face as they both sank slowly into the
seat. He moaned as he was crushed under her weight; Lexi wasn’t a large
woman, but she had some impressive curves, and right now they were doing
their best to bury him! His nose crumpled against her tight skirt,
forcing him to inhale deeply just to breath. And of course, the air he
did manage to take in was… less than fresh.
Bbbbfrrrrrrrrrrattttt
Trapped between his face and her ass, Lexi’s farts now
had nowhere to go once released – except for his waiting nose. Unlike
his previous position, in which a small amount of gas might escape to
diffuse throughout the room, there was now no avoiding even a single
particle of his bosses’ rancid fumes.
“Wow, this is much better! That one sounded especially nasty, but I couldn’t smell a thing! Good work down there!”
Somehow, Lexi’s praise did little to encourage him.
“Now then, you just stay right there. I’ve got a lot of
work to do, so I need you to concentrate on sniffing everything I give
you as best you can! Let me know if you need a break, although I am very
busy, so please try not to interrupt me unless it’s urgent.”
Dan gulped nervously, while Lexi chuckled, her butt
jiggling up and down with laughter. They both knew he wouldn’t dare ask
for a break now, not after she’d asked him not to disturb her – that
would be rude! He’d just lay there, taking fart after fart without rest,
until he reached his breaking point.
“You’re handling them well so far, but let’s see how
you’re holding up after an hour or two… or three, or four!” Lexi thought
as she blasted him with another airy toot. Dan’s first day at his new
job was certainly going to be rough.
*
Dan felt like he was in some kind of limbo state.
Smothered beneath Lexi’s massive ass, with only her relentless
flatulence to measure the passage of time, he had no idea how long he’d
been under her. Long enough that his face seemed to have moulded into
her crack, as though they’d become one! And long enough that the smell
of her gas seemed to be imprinted on his nose, a foul, rich scent so
powerful he was afraid even a thorough shower might not remove it.
Bbroooooooooooorrpppp
He winced as he was battered by yet another toxic
ass-blast, before dutifully sucking it down. It was hot, and vile, and
his body instinctively urged him to flee as far away from it as possible
– but he managed to stay still. This was his job, a job he had agreed
to do. And no matter how horrific, his personality wouldn’t allow him to
quit halfway through.
Above, Lexi could only shake her head, amazed that Dan
still wasn’t admitting defeat. “Over four hours of non-stop fart
sniffing, and not one word of complaint,” she muttered to herself
quietly. “I thought for sure he’d break once breakfast kicked in. My
cheese and egg farts are practically poisonous!”
His stubbornness was as frustrating as it was
impressive; yet strangely, more than anything else, it made her feel…
excited. If he wasn’t objecting even after this much, what else could
she make him do? She smiled, another evil idea occurring to her.
“Hey Dan, how you holding up down there? Everything smelling good?”
He moaned softly. It was the first time she’d spoken
directly to him in quite a while, but he was too weary to respond – and
even if he had, his words would be inaudible with her ass still crushing
his head. He just had to wait and hear what she wanted this time.
“So, my ass is feeling a little itchy. Think you can help me out, give it a scratch?”
“…mmfkk.” It was an odd request, and slightly
demeaning, but trivial compared to what he’d done already. Only… he
frowned, realising the problem. Neither of his hands were free – he was
using both to hold himself up! “How am I supposed to…?”
He started shaking his head, rubbing his nose up, down
and around her ass in an attempt to satisfy her. It felt like he was
motorboating her butt, or perhaps giving it an Eskimo kiss. Either way
he felt ridiculous. “God, what am I doing?!”
Lexi giggled at his earnest efforts as they tickled her
crack. “Hmm, that’s not quite working, Dan!” She said. Then she paused,
not wanting to rush the moment, before suggesting innocently: “You
should try your mouth, maybe?”
He blinked slowly, confused. “My mouth? What does she –
” Then he groaned. Understanding came, and with it so did a wave of
embarrassment – because he knew what she wanted, and in spite of how
humiliating it was, he also knew he wasn’t going to refuse. And so,
closing his eyes as if to hide from reality, he puckered up and starting
planting kisses all over his bosses’ skirt-clad bottom.
“Ahh, ha ha! There you go, now you’re getting it!
Hahaha!” Lexi couldn’t help laughing out loud, and didn’t even try. He
was actually doing it! She hadn’t even needed to press him particularly
hard, and now he was literally kissing her ass! “Ahaha, great work! Just
keep that up for me, would you?”
Bfffpt
Brrarrrrrt
Lexi’s laughter seemed to shake a few extra farts
loose, but even as the putrid gas rushed into his open mouth, Dan kept
on kissing. After all, he wasn’t going to suddenly grow a backbone now,
in the middle of worshipping her ass! If anything, the more pathetic he
felt, the less likely he was to start standing up for himself. He was
caught in a vicious mental cycle. And unfortunately, his situation was
only about to get worse.
“Argh, this itch is just a little bit deeper, Dan! You’re not quite reaching it. Here, one second.”
She stood, her ass rising off of Dan’s face for the
first time in hours. The relief of pressure was incredible, and he
gratefully gulped down lungfuls of fresh air like a diver reaching the
surface just before he ran out of oxygen – but his respite was painfully
brief. Lexi hovered above for only as long as it took to unbutton and
pull down her tight black skirt, exposing her massive, bubbly ass-cheeks
and panties, before crashing back down on top of him.
With her skirt out the way, there was nothing to
prevent Lexi’s crack from swallowing Dan whole. He sank deeper into her
butt than ever before, until he found himself pressed up against her
lacy lingerie; the wafer-thin fabric was now the only thing separating
his nose from her butthole.
Brrrrrraaaaaaaafffffffffffff
“Oh, God! It stinks!” Dan was deep enough that he could
actually feel her anus twitch as it delivered a barrage of revolting,
oniony gas straight up his nostrils. He almost screamed, but settled
instead for a quiet sob. It was so much stronger! He could never have
imagined it would be this much worse next to the source!
“Ahem. If you don’t mind, Dan? Don’t you have a job to do?”
He didn’t even think about it this time. Mentally, he
had already surrendered; and with the stink of her farts dominating his
senses, unable to think clearly, it was easiest to just to follow his
natural instinct to obey. So once again he pressed his lips to Lexi’s
butt, tasting the subtle hint of ass-sweat on his lips, and held them
there for a moment. Then he immediately began moving to another spot to
kiss, and repeated.
“Ooh, that’s it… that’s the spot!” Above, Lexi started
to laugh again… but stopped as another feeling began to take priority.
The sensation of Dan’s lips on her bare skin, combined with his abject
submission, the awareness of the complete dominance she held over him…
it was sending unanticipated waves of pleasure through her body.
Ffrrrrrraaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpppppp
She farted again, a hot and steamy monster that burned a
little coming out; she knew it must absolutely reek. But the kisses
didn’t stop for even a second, and she smelled nothing, as her assistant
faithfully sucked it all up.
“He’s just taking it… Fuck, he’s just accepting it!..”
She exhaled softly, biting her lip and grinding gently against his face.
She strained, and a thick silent-but-deadly oozed heavily out of her
ass, the sensation causing her excitement to build further.
Slowly, unthinkingly, she reached a hand down toward the front of her panties, concerned by nothing beyond her own satisfaction…
“Oh, shit.” She stopped herself, suddenly remembering
that she was at work. “I think I got a little too caught up in the
moment there!” She felt hot, and slightly flushed; dominating Dan felt
so good that it had almost overwhelmed her! Maybe it was best to take a
break.
“R-right! Ok, it’s 1:00 pm now, shall we call that
lunch?” Lexi stood up hastily, pulling up her skirt. Dan was so
exhausted that he could only slide off the chair, collapsing onto the
floor and panting wearily. He rubbed his aching neck; his entire body
felt stiff and painful after the bizarre position he’d been contorted
into for the past few hours.
“Little stiff, huh?” Lexi noticed. “Sorry about that!
Don’t worry though, I’ve been looking into special smothering chairs
online, with holes in the seat. Should be a lot easier for you, you just
sit beneath, pop your head through, and… well, I’m sure you can
imagine.”
Dan groaned as he climbed unsteadily to his feet. He didn’t want to imagine, but he certainly could.
“Anyway, great work today! Both with fart sniffing, and
ass-kiss – ahem, ass-scratching, you just keep on impressing me! I
should’ve made you my personal assistant a long time ago!”
“Oh, um… th-thank you…” He couldn’t believe himself. What on earth was he thanking her for?!
“Now then, let’s talk lunch. Here’s my card; I want you
to go to the local Taco Bell, and pick me up… oh, I don’t know.
Something with a lot of meat and beans, and especially cheese. And buy
yourself something nice, too. My treat.”
He accepted the card nervously. “T-taco Bell? But won’t that… I mean, won’t it make you… g-gas-”
“Gassy? Damn right it will! I’m gonna make this
morning’s farts seem like a gentle Summer breeze!” She laughed proudly.
“But that’s OK, because now I have you, and I know you’re up to the
challenge! So, just one more thing before you go…” She slid a document
across the desk and offered him a pen. “Your contract. Just sign at the
bottom, and your new position will be official!”
Dan stared down at the paper. He was trying – really,
genuinely trying, willing himself to be brave. He knew what signing this
contract would mean; this was his last chance, the last opportunity to
prevent this morning’s nightmare from becoming his new standard,
everyday routine.
He fought a desperate internal battle, struggling more
than he ever had in his life to find the strength within to stand up for
himself. And if he hadn’t been the subject of vile ass-torture for the
past few hours, maybe he would have succeeded. But he was already a
broken man. Lexi’s farts had defeated him, both physically and mentally.
So in the end, he simply picked up the pen, bent over the contract,
signed his name… and sealed his fate.
“Heh. I look forward to working with you, Dan.” Lexi
couldn’t keep the villainous grin off her face as she reached over to
firmly shake his hand. “You are officially mine.”
“O-Ok then, Lexi, I’ll be back with your lunch as soon –
as soon as I can!” Dan blurted out awkwardly. He turned and practically
ran out of the room as soon as she released him, as though to flee from
his own regretful decision, and slammed the door behind him.
“God… what have I just done?..” He wondered miserably.
“Her official assistant… well, if it gets really bad, I’ll just – I’ll
just work up the courage to resign. At least I’ll always have that out…”
He held onto that last crumb of hope as he set out to buy his boss her
heavy, gas-inducing meal, and tried not to think about how dreadfully
smelly his future had just become.
Back in her office, Lexi smirked and sat back in her
chair, putting her feet up on the desk. “Huh, that was a surprise. I
didn’t think he’d sign without even reading it!” She chuckled. “Ooh, I
can’t wait to see his face when he finds out about the work from home
policy. Or the part that says he can’t legally quit until he completes
at least one full year of employment!”
She sighed happily, imagining all the disgusting things
she would do to him from now on. And for the first time, she found
herself motivated not just to see how far she could push his politeness –
but to feel that thrill again, the raw pleasure of simply dominating
the poor man.
“Maybe I’ll lose the panties after lunch…” She muttered
to herself, the thought alone giving her shivers. “Ahh, but that might
be too far while I’m still at work. Plus, I’m about to have Taco Bell
for lunch. There’s a real danger of things getting messy!”
She laughed, but the idea was already getting her excited. “Oh Dan, my little Office Ass-Kisser…” She whispered dreamily. “I wonder how you’d react, if I suddenly promoted you to Brown Noser?..”
PART 3
Dan looked up fearfully at the house before him. Not
that it was an especially scary looking house; it seemed like an
ordinary upper-class home, fairly large, with a classy modern
architecture. It was in a nice neighbourhood, the front lawn was
well-maintained… even the sun seemed to be shining directly on it! No,
it wasn’t the house that scared him. It was the beautiful, yet
monstrously gassy woman he knew was waiting for him inside it.
This house belonged to his flatulent boss Lexi, and he was here for his first day of “working from home”.
When the company had first announced that all employees
would be required to work remotely, Dan had almost wept with joy.
Finally, after weeks of fart-sniffing, an escape! After all, he couldn’t
work as her seat remotely, right? The feeling of relief was
indescribable… as had been the wave of dismay, when Lexi produced the
contract he’d signed, and revealed he was now legally obligated to work
from her house instead. He’d been so devastated, he’d almost quit on the
spot. Almost.
But his inability to say “no” had once again been his
undoing, and so here he was. He looked down at his watch; 8:59 am, right
on time. He couldn’t delay any longer. He sighed dejectedly, walked up
to the front door, and rang the doorbell.
“Is that you, Dan? Come on in, it’s open!”
Taking one last deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.
He was a little surprised. Knowing Lexi as he did, he’d
expected the house to be a mess, and to be saturated deeply in the
stench of her farts. Instead it looked neat and tidy, and had a
pleasantly fresh aroma – clearly, his boss saved all her gas for the
office. “For me”.
“Lock the door behind you, then come straight through!”
Lexi called from a room to his right. He did as instructed, reluctantly
following her voice into the living room.
He found her sitting on a rich leather sofa, prepped
and ready for work with her laptop set on a makeshift desk in front of
her. Even this early in the morning she looked stunning; her eyes were a
bright blue, her lipstick a deep crimson, and her hair a fiery red that
hung in loose waves around her shoulders. It was hard to believe that
this was the woman that would soon be firing toxic farts up his nose.
She glanced up at him and smiled. “Morning, Dan!” She greeted him cheerfully.
“Good morning, Lexi… oh!” He looked away suddenly, turning bright red. “Lexi, you aren’t – I mean, your clothes – !”
“Hmm? Oh, this?” She wore her usual, a tight business
blazer and plain white shirt. Even if it was struggling to contain her
massive chest, she looked quite the professional corporate woman… from
the waist up. But below, she was wearing nothing but a pair of bright
red panties!
“Haha, I suppose it is a little casual. But I should be able to dress comfortably in my own home, shouldn’t I?”
“Well… well yes, but – ”
“And the webcam can only see above the desk, so what’s the harm?”
“I – I’m, just not sure – ”
“Come on Dan, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
She said, rolling her eyes. “Now, I do have quite a bit to do today, so
I’d like to get started. Shall we get you in my crack so I can crack
on?”
“Y-yes, Lexi. Right away.” He fell to his knees as Lexi
leaned to one side, patting the sofa beneath her invitingly. “How did
it get like this?” He thought, ashamed, as he crawled under her desk. “I
used to at least attempt to resist her, didn’t I? When did I stop
trying?”
Reaching the sofa, he lay his head in the large, warm
depression her ass had made in the couch, and braced himself for what he
knew was coming next. Lexi smiled, then plopped down on top of him
unceremoniously, wiggling left and right until she was in her favourite
position – with Dan’s nose nestled neatly in the centre of her crack.
“Now then! Let’s get to work.”
Bbbbbbbbbbbfrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaappppppppp!
Lexi’s first fart of the day surprised Dan, blasting
him in the face without almost no warning. But after weeks of training,
he was able to react to it almost automatically; pressing his nose flush
against the seat of her panties he took a long, slow sniff to suck up
as much of the rancid gas as possible, just as he had hundreds of times
previously.
Something was different this time, though. The moment
the fart entered his nose, the terrible odour made him recoil with both
disgust and confusion. Lexi’s gas always stank, of course, but this was…
worse, somehow. Far stronger and thicker than he was used to, with a
stomach-churning bitter undertone.
Bbbbbbrrrrrooooooooooootttttttttt!
A second blast confirmed his suspicions. Somehow, she’d
found a way to increase the stench of her farts. Something he hadn’t
thought possible!
“Is she on a new diet or something?” He thought,
panicking, as he forced himself to inhale the poisonous air. “Oh God!
This might be more than I can handle!”
“Aaahhhh! Man, that is such a relief.” Lexi sighed
happily above him. “It wasn’t easy holding those in until you got here,
Dan, but I’m so glad I did. They felt really bad!” She laughed. “What do
you think, were they bad?”
She lifted herself up slightly, just enough that he could reply. “N-no, Lexi…” He coughed. “They were… fine…”
“Really? Great, I won’t hold back then!”
Pprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppp!
Lexi settled back down on Dan’s face, trapping her
latest putrid emission in with him. She smiled as she felt his body
twitch and spasm lightly in response to her stink; even if he wouldn’t
admit it, she had spent enough time sitting on him to understand his
subtle wiggling. Based on this response, her farts today had to be pure
torture.
“Experiment successful, then.” Lexi was a very
organised woman, with a strict daily routine she rarely deviated from.
Today, however, she’d decided to alter it slightly by skipping her usual
morning dump, to see how having tightly-packed bowels would affect the
stink of her farts. It made her stomach slightly uncomfortable, but so
far the results seemed promising.
“But it’s still not enough, is it, Dan? You’re so stubborn… it’s one of the things I like about you.”
Pllaaaaaaaaaaaaaapptttttttttt!
She ripped a particularly bubbly fart, and enjoyed the
way it vibrated against Dan’s face. She felt his almost imperceptible
reaction beneath her, his nose brushing against her cheeks and crack as
he trembled in discomfort. She caught a tiny trace of her own gas, the
smallest whiff that had somehow escaped to float up, and nearly gagged.
“How much worse must it be for him?” She bit her lip.
And then, in spite of the hell she was putting him
through, he kissed her! She jumped slightly as she felt his lips’ soft
caress against her cheek, and let out a quiet, sultry moan. She didn’t
even need to ask any more; she dominated him so completely, kissing her
ass had just become a natural part of his job! The feeling of power was
intoxicating.
“Shit… I’m getting excited again.” She exhaled softly.
Increasingly, Lexi was finding that face-farting Dan made her eager for
release, and the urges were getting harder to ignore. She’d always
forced herself to stop, knowing she couldn’t go too far while at the
office – but now, she was in the safety and comfort of her own home. And
so was Dan…
“Maybe I should just…”
An alert pinged suddenly on her laptop, interrupting
her train of thought. She glanced down, annoyed, at a reminder for a
video call with the other managers, scheduled 5 minutes from now.
“Ugh, fine.” Lexi sat up with a frustrated sigh, deciding to distract herself with some work. Business before pleasure.
“Hey, Dan?” She called down. “I’m gonna be pretty busy
for a while, so can I just leave you to it? You know the drill, big
sniffs, lots of kisses, all that jazz.”
Dan gasped for breath as his boss leaned to allow him another brief chance to speak. “Y-yes, Lexi! I’ll do my best – ”
Bllllaaaarrrrt
“Mmm, good boy.” After a short, hard blast, she
squashed him again beneath her massive rear. Interrupting him like that
was a little rude, but she didn’t feel guilty about it. After all, they
both had a lot of work to do.
*
Lexi fired off one last email before sinking back into
her couch with a tired sigh. Sorting through all this corporate bullshit
was exhausting… although there were certainly worse jobs.
She smiled as she felt Dan’s lips puckering up for yet
another kiss. It had been hours since they’d started, and yet he was
still working diligently beneath her without complaint. “I guess he’s
earned a quick breather. First, though…”
She wanted to wait until the perfect moment. Dan was
planting each kiss slowly and deliberately, moving to a new spot on her
ass each time; her left cheek, her right, the upper part of her crack,
then the lower… until finally, she felt him press against the exact
centre of the seat of her panties, only a thin layer of cotton
separating his mouth from her anus. Bullseye.
Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffttttttttttt!
“Mmmngg!”
Lexi giggled at his audible moan of disgust; Dan
usually did his best to absorb her farts in silence, so it was rare to
get any reaction out of him. But apparently injecting a hot, steamy,
silent-but-deadly into his mouth would do the trick.
“Right then!” Once she was sure he’d swallowed all her
gas, Lexi stood up, leaving Dan to gasp for breath in the ass-crater
she’d left in the couch. “Good work so far! I’m gonna go grab a coffee,
you want anything?”
“N-no… thank you…”
“Suit yourself. Oh, and here; if you could review a couple of these documents for me while I’m gone, that’d be great.”
She walked off without another word, blowing a strand
of hair out of her eyes with a frustrated sigh. She felt distinctly
unsatisfied as she walked into her kitchen and started up the coffee
machine; not only was Dan still not giving up, her stomach had started
to cramp from holding in her morning dump. And on top of everything
else, she was constantly horny!
She picked up her finished coffee and took a small sip.
And as if on cue, her bowels gave a deep, angry gurgle, and she winced
as she felt another cramp. “Yikes, I might not be able to hold this much
longer…” she thought, rubbing her tender stomach. “Fuck it, I can make
it a couple more hours. And the longer I do, the smellier my farts will
be!”
Smelly farts alone wouldn’t be enough, though. She knew
Dan well by now, and knew that no matter how vile her farts got, he’d
pass out before he admitted they stank… she needed something more to
make him crack. Escalation, somehow.
She smiled as another evil idea came to mind.
Back in the living room, Dan finished filling out his
fourth report and quickly got started on the next. It wasn’t exciting
work – quite the opposite, actually – but he was just glad to be working
as an actual assistant for once, instead of a glorified seat. “Maybe if
I do a good enough job, she’ll let me do real work more often!” He
thought optimistically, as he raced through his fifth sheet.
“Ahem.” He jerked his head up at Lexi’s subtle cough; he’d been so absorbed, he hadn’t noticed her come back in.
“Oh – hi, Lexi!” He smiled hopefully. “I’ve finished these documents for you, and organised them chronologically – ”
“That’s nice.” She interrupted, pointing a finger at
him and motioning downward. “If you could get back into position, Dan,
that’d be great.”
“…Y-yes… right away….” He sank back down sadly,
wondering why he’d allowed himself to hope he could be anything but her
fart sniffer. It only made the reality of his situation that much more
crushing.
He was still wallowing in self-pity as Lexi’s ass cast
its shadow over him, and began to descend. It was a sight he was well
used to, having seen it at least a hundred times before… only this time
there was one key difference that, in his misery, he’d failed to notice
until the last possible second.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
His eyes widened in horror and he opened his mouth to
plead, but not nearly fast enough. Lexi sat down hard, and this time he
found himself deeper in her crack than he’d ever gone before, eye to
brown-eye with her reeking sphincter. It’s raw, earthy scent alone was
enough to bring tears to his eyes; vision blurring, he stared as it
slowly winked twice at him, before pulsing, and –
Bffffffffffffrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaappppppppppp!
“Nnnmmpphh!” Dan couldn’t hold back a disgusted moan as
he was bathed in a torrent of hot, cheesy wind. Not only was this one
of Lexi’s worst yet – her gas was somehow still getting smellier as time
went on – but now he was experiencing it pure and unfiltered, straight
from the source. Even the slightest whiff was torture, and he was
trapped with an entire cloud just waiting to be sucked up his nose!
“Mmmm…” Above, Lexi was also unable to hold back a
moan, albeit for an entirely different reason. She hadn’t realised that
squashing her subordinate under her bare ass would feel so good! Every
sensation she’d come to love was magnified by 10, and his hot breath
against her most sensitive area made her shiver uncontrollably.
“Fuck,” she breathed, “I might have to… Ooh!” Her
stomach suddenly cramped again, even more intensely than before. She
clutched her stomach and bent forward, wincing, as she aimed her ass at
Dan like a cannon.
Prrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppp!
“Yikes, that was close. Forget a couple more hours… I
might not be able to hold this for a couple more minutes!” Lexi sighed.
She was so irritatingly close – that last fart had felt positively
rotten, and based on his exaggerated reaction beneath her, Dan seemed to
agree. But if she stayed much longer, things were going to get messy.
She had to accept that it was time to go.
“Fuck it, one more for the road.”
Ppppbbbbbbbbrrbbbbbbt!
Unfortunately for her assistant, who had been mere
seconds away from getting a break, that last fart was enough to tip her
over the edge.
Lexi’s eyes widened. The powerful wave of relief she
felt at the release of pressure, combined with the thrill of the
absolute domination she held over him, had already been getting her
excited. So when, in his tortured thrashings, she felt Dan’s nose brush
lightly up against her hole… she lost control entirely.
Slamming her laptop shut, she pushed her desk away and
spread her legs open wide. Work didn’t matter right now; nothing
mattered, nothing except this moment, this feeling, and keeping it
going.
“Oh God, I’ve waited so long for this…” She moaned, as
she reached her hand down and began to stroke herself. The sensation was
like electricity rippling through her entire body; she closed her eyes,
arched her back and gave herself over to desire, rubbing faster as she
felt another fart brewing at her back door.
Bllllrrrrrrrrrrpppptttttttt!
“Ngggh!” Dan retched beneath her as he received the
blast point-blank. It was an uncharacteristically loud reaction, but he
didn’t care anymore; his limit was fast approaching. For whatever
reason, in the past few minutes, her farts had become increasingly
rancid…
Frrrrrrppppttttt!
…frequent…
Ffffssssssssbbbbbbbrrrrrrrppppppppsst!
…and – though he hoped to God it was his imagination – wet.
“It’s too much… I can’t take it!..” He whispered to
himself. Even Dan’s ridiculous level of politeness couldn’t handle this
much. After weeks of sniffing farts without complaint, she’d finally
produced a stink that had broken him! “I’ve gotta get out,” he decided.
“Uh… Lexi?” He tried to call out to her, but his voice –
little more than a whimper – went unnoticed. He hesitantly poked her
thigh in an attempt to get her attention.
Braapppp!
“Oh God!” His response was a short, beefy fart. For a
blast so small, the stench it packed was enormous. The worsening odour
made him even more desperate for escape, and he tried again to alert her
with increased urgency.
“L-Lexi?!?”
“Mmmmm, fuck… Sniff it up!…” Unfortunately, Lexi was
still lost in her own world of pleasure. She was dimly aware of her
assistant’s rising agitation below her, but that knowledge only made her
more excited. She began to grind herself slowly against his face, and
stroked faster and faster, knowing she was close.
“Lexi, please!” Dan gagged. Her ass was so foul, he
could barely breathe! Beginning to panic, he decided to get her
attention the only way he knew how – by planting deep, rapid smooches on
every inch of her bottom his lips could reach.
“She has to be noticing this, right?” He thought to
himself. “Why won’t she let me out?” It was only then that he noticed
the strange, rhythmic swaying of her hips against his face, and what
sounded oddly like moaning coming from above. Realisation slowly dawned.
“W-wait… is she – ?!”
Two things happened near-simultaneously.
The first was that Lexi experienced the most
pleasurable, earth-shatteringly powerful orgasm of her life. She
screamed and her legs convulsed as she came furiously, her juices
spilling out over Dan’s chin and upper torso while she sank back into
the couch, her entire body paralysed by the feeling of pure bliss.
The second occurred just after, as Lexi finally lost
control in the heat of the moment. As she came, her stomach gave its
hardest cramp yet as her bowels demanded angrily for release; and in her
passion, holding back was bumped some distance down her list of
priorities. The result was her blasting Dan with more than just air as
she unleashed in his face, for the first time, a massive, messy, wet
shart.
Bbbbbbbbllrrrrrrpplsssssssssppttbbttssssssssssssspprrrrsst!
Dan blinked as his face was spattered splashes of warm,
sticky debris. For a moment he wasn’t sure what had happened – then the
smell hit. His stomach rolled and he dry heaved, as the overwhelming
bitter stink of human waste attacked his senses, and he realised the
substance that now covered his nose, eyes and mouth.
“This is – Oh God, this is – !” Some of it had actually
gotten in his mouth. He could feel bile rising in his throat. “LEXI!
Let me out!”
“Ohhh, wow… That was… Hm?” Above Lexi was recovering,
still feeling the occasional aftershock shudder of pleasure, when Dan’s
struggling below brought her slowly back to reality. He felt feistier
than usual for whatever reason; she smirked, briefly considering staying
put. “Ah, I guess I’ve had enough fun for today.”
Leaning to one side, she allowed him to wriggle out
from under her. He practically fell out in his haste to get away, and
slid heavily onto the floor; but there he stopped suddenly, and sat
motionlessly with his back to the couch.
“Ahem. Sorry about that! I was just a little busy
with…” She paused, suddenly noticing the brown stains covering the top
of half of her subordinate’s head. Only now did she realise just how
explosive her last release must have been. “…Oops, haha… Sorry Dan, I
guess that’s a bit of an occupational hazard! Ah… how are you holding
up, do you need a break?”
For a moment he didn’t respond. He looked almost as
though in a state of shock. Then he mumbled a single word, in a voice so
soft she almost missed it: “…stinks…”
“Um. Didn’t quite catch you there Dan, what did you – ”
“I said it stinks!” He shouted furiously. “Your ass
stinks, your farts stink – they make me sick!” His anger seemed to come
out of nowhere; it was like all his pent-up stress from the last few
weeks was being released in one big emotional outburst.
“I’ve always hated the smell! I-I’ve just never been
brave enough to admit it! I hate your gas, I hate this job, and now I’m
sitting here with my face covered in your – your – ” He didn’t continue.
He seemed to suddenly run out of steam, slumping forward with all the
tension gone out of him, and he stared numbly at the ground by his feet.
“I can’t keep doing this. I want – I want to quit.”
Lexi was speechless. She didn’t know how to react – he looked so pitiable, collapsed on the floor in a depressed heap with his face covered in her shit and cum, that she couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. But at the same time… she’d done it! He was actually admitting it! Finally, after weeks of trying, her ass had managed to break her impossibly stubborn subordinate. The goal she’d set from right at the very start was at long last achieved!
“So, do I stop?” She thought.
“…No.”
More than guilt, pride or anything else, what Lexi felt
most when she looked at Dan right now was… desire. She wanted him; she
wanted to own him, and for every single fart she released from now on to
go straight up his nose. The time she’d spent facesitting Dan had
awakened something in her, and she knew she couldn’t let it go. “Sorry,
Dan. You’re mine.”
“…Ok, Dan. I get it, and I’m sorry. That was a little
rough, huh?” She spoke in a kind, understanding tone, reaching down to
pat him on the shoulder. “But the thing is… you can’t quit.”
He turned slowly to look up at her.
“You remember that contract you signed, buddy? There’s
this little clause on it that stipulates you have to work a minimum
length of time before you can legally resign. And for you, that length
is one full year. Well, 11 months or so now.” She smiled
sympathetically.
“A year…” He whispered. The poor man looked like he was on the verge of tears.
“I’ll tell you what though. Why don’t we head upstairs
to the bathroom so you can clean yourself up a bit, and we’ll have a
talk about what you want to do. Sound good?”
Standing up, she brushed herself off and stepped over
Dan, taking hold of his hand. He didn’t resist as she pulled him gently
to his feet and led him out of the living room. What would be the point?
He had no choice but to do whatever she asked of him, for the next year
of his life.
He felt empty. Finally building up the courage to stand
up for himself, and even attempting to resign, had felt so incredibly
empowering! That single moment of bravery had almost been worth the
shart he’d had to eat to trigger it. But for all his effort, nothing was
going to change. In fact, having reached this new low, he saw himself
as being even less likely to resist her.
He followed Lexi out into the hall where she continued
to lead him up the stairs. Obscenely, from behind he found his head to
be exactly at her ass level. It bounced attractively with each step, yet
still leaked that disgustingly acrid aroma his nose was all too
familiar with. He grimaced and tried to keep as much distance as
possible.
“Here we are!” Lexi announced once they reached the
top, and ushered Dan into the bathroom. He immediately raced over to the
sink and began to wash his face; the fragrant, sweet-scented soaps were
like heaven to his senses after the horrors he’d been exposed to today,
and he felt his spirits lifting slightly as he cleaned, as though he
was scrubbing his soul as well as his body.
“Maybe… maybe things won’t be so bad,” he thought to
himself. “She might feel sorry for me after today, or embarrassed, even!
Maybe she’ll go a little easier on me from now on – ”
PPPRRBBBLLSSSPPPLLRRRRRRRTFFFTTTTTTF!
Dan’s thoughts were interrupted suddenly by a
catastrophically loud noise. It sounded like someone had fired several
pounds of thick, wet mud out of a cannon, which had then slapped heavily
into the floor behind him; he wheeled around, shocked, to discover Lexi
sitting on the toilet. Hunched over, her arms clutched tight around her
waist, positively shitting her guts out.
“Ooooohhh, my God,” She sighed, sitting back up. “You
have no idea what a relief that is. That felt almost as good as the
orgasm, haha!”
“L-Lexi?!” He stammered, horrified. “What are you – ?”
“Hm? Oh, don’t worry, I’m not embarrassed or anything. I
feel like we can be more open around each other now, you know? After
how intimate we’ve been today!” She sniffed the air and wrinkled her
nose cutely. “Oof. Could you shut that door, Dan? I don’t want to stink
the whole house up.”
He stared at her, jaw hanging open. How could she be so
brazen? And... the smell! “How can someone so beautiful produce a
stench so grotesque?!” He didn’t even bother trying to hide his gag. But
nor did he try to defy her will, quickly moving to close the bathroom
door despite knowing he was trapping himself in with her stink.
In looks, personality, odour – Lexi could dominate him
with every aspect of her being. This job, and his life in general, would
be easier if he just accepted it and let her have her way.
The pair looked at each other, and in that moment shared a silent understanding.
“So!” Lexi started brightly. She crossed her legs,
straightened out her blouse and fixed him with a confident smile.
Somehow, even in this indecent position, she still managed to look
professional.
“Why don’t we discuss the terms of your contract?”
PART 4
There was something oddly relaxing about being the last to leave the office, Lexi had always found.
Perhaps it was just in contrast to how busy the
workplace usually was. Nobody knocking at her door to bother her, no
meetings to distract… no racket of ringing phones, clomping footsteps
and constant droning voices. Only the faint hum of her computer and
rhythmic clicking of her mouse disturbed the otherwise perfect silence.
Well. That, and the occasional –
Bbbrrrrrraaaaaappppppp
Lexi smiled proudly. It was an especially loud, bubbly
fart, the kind that just sounded absolutely rancid. She couldn’t be
certain, however, because every last trace of it was being dutifully
sniffed up by her faithful assistant, as she sat comfortably on his
head.
"Dan. My loyal Office Ass-Kisser.” She smirked. “However did I get by without you?”
It was hard to believe it had been almost an entire
year now since she had taken his career path in its smelly new
direction. To think, this had all started because he’d been too awkward
to admit her farts stank; and in trying to force him confess, she’d
discovered her love of having her ass worshipped. So now, that was what
he did full-time.
Her stomach growled suddenly. “Ooh, another one.”
Ppppppbbbrrrltt
Lexi sighed with relief. She felt her subordinate press
his nose flush against the seat of her panties and inhale deeply. She
felt his little shudder of disgust, though he tried his best to hide it,
and finally she felt his lips caress both buttocks, then her crack, as
he demonstrated how he’d earned his unofficial job title.
“Ahh… good work, Dan,” she exhaled happily, then
glanced at the clock and frowned. “Shit. 6:27 already?” She couldn’t
keep him past 6:30 in accordance with the company policy on overtime.
Frustratingly, her pleasure would have to end here.
“Ahem. Good work, Dan!” She repeated, more loudly. “I think we’ll call it here for today.”
Leaning reluctantly to one side, she allowed her
assistant to free himself. He shot out from under her like a cannon,
practically falling over in his haste to get away. His face was red and
sweaty and he panted heavily, gulping down great lungfuls of fresh air.
Lexi could see the joy on his face, the relief of finally being set
free. God, how she longed to shove him straight back down.
“Th-thank you, Lexi,” he finally stammered, once he’d caught his breath.
“Oh, no problem at all,” she smiled. “Lunch wasn’t too
stinky, was it? Sorry about the chilli. I know what it does to my
stomach, but I just can’t help myself!”
“N-no, that was… well, it wasn’t too bad…” He was such a
hilariously bad liar, he wouldn’t even meet her eyes. “Anyway, I… I’m a
little tired, so…”
“Sure, sure. It’s been a long day, huh? You get yourself home. And hey, Friday tomorrow! Just one more day to go, right?”
“Haha, yeah… well, um, I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Bye!”
Dan scampered out the room before she could change her
mind. Lexi sat back in her comfortable office chair, smiling as she
watched him go. “Hiring him as my assistant was the best decision I ever
made.”
Over the past year Lexi’s productivity had almost
doubled. She found she worked much more efficiently while pumping her
gas up Dan’s nose, and if her workload ever unexpectedly increased, she
could always get him to help – he was more than happy to assist if it
meant even a few minutes away from her rear.
Her success had earned her several promotions, each of
which came with substantial pay-rises. She was eating well and
exercising daily, a routine that had given her a flatter stomach and a
bigger butt. She had wealth, health, power, job satisfaction and a
living seat to dominate five days a week. She had never been so happy in
her life.
“And yet…”
Lexi sighed. As incredible as life was with Dan as her
assistant, she couldn’t help wanting to take things further. She wanted
to feel his tongue up her ass. She wanted him to swallow more than just
her farts. She wanted to use him not just at work, but every hour of
every day – from the moment she woke up in the morning, to settling into
bed at night, she wanted his nose between her cheeks. She wanted to own
him completely.
But there were lines they just couldn’t cross as
employer and employee. Once, while working from her home not longer
after he’d become her direct subordinate, she’d actually had an orgasm
while sharting on his face. She masturbated to the memory at least once a
week. But it had been too far. He’d almost quit on the spot, and only
her smooth talking (and the contract he’d signed) had kept him from
leaving.
No, she’d just have to be content with things the way
they were. “After all,” she thought, “it’s not like he’s going anywhere
anytime soon.”
Bzzzt!
Lexi started. That was odd. A vibration, and not one caused by her ass. Where had that come from?
Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzt!
She looked down to see Dan’s phone, lying on the floor
beneath her chair. It must have fallen out of his pocket at some point
while he was servicing her. She bent down to pick it up, seeing he’d
just received several text messages. “From a girl!” She smiled. “How
cute. Has my little assistant been trying to find a girlfriend?”
When she realised what she was reading, the smile dropped from her face.
> Hi Dan! Sorry for texting so late, but I wanted to share the good news
> The interviewers were very impressed with your skills and experience!
> They want you to start as soon as possible. I’ll
send the contract for you to sign by close of day tomorrow. As soon as
that’s done you can put in your notice at your current role
> Congratulations, and best of luck with your new job!
Lexi read through the texts several times, almost
unable to believe them. She didn’t want to believe them. “So,” she
muttered finally. “My loyal assistant is trying to leave me.”
A hundred different emotions surged through her at
once. Shock. Hurt. Anger. She felt betrayed, as though she’d discovered
her partner was cheating. And confused. He’d been her obedient seat for
almost 12 months at this point. Why leave now? What had changed?
“The fixed term,” she realised suddenly. His current
contract, the one she’d had him sign to be her assistant, had a
stipulation preventing him from resigning… for a period of one year.
That year was nearly up. She hadn’t even questioned that he’d keep
working here; she’d just give him a renewal contract and ask if he
wouldn’t mind signing. After all, he’d never be so rude as to refuse
her.
But now he had an obligation to another job. He was
taking advantage of his own weakness. By being unable to say no to them,
he’d given himself an excuse to say no to her.
“So…” she squeezed the phone tightly in her hand. “So after everything I’ve done for him… he’s just going to run away..?”
“No.” She said aloud. She wouldn’t allow it. Dan was
hers, and no-one else’s. The only question was, what was she going to do
to stop it?
Suddenly she heard footsteps – Dan was coming back.
Quickly she put the phone back down where she’d found it, and pretended
to be looking at something on her computer.
“Um – hi, again, Lexi,” Dan stammered, poking his head
into the room and looking around anxiously. “I, um, I just – I think I
might have left my phone…?”
“Your phone?” She asked innocently. She kept her voice
relaxed, her face cool, calm and collected, though inside a storm was
raging. “No, I’m afraid I haven’t… oh, unless that’s it down there?”
Dan made a strange gasping noise, lunging toward the
device as though afraid it might suddenly leap away. Lexi watched him
glance at the screen, saw his eyes widen for just a second as he saw the
messages he’d received. Then he slipped the phone back into his pocket,
attempting to act casual.
“Thanks, Lexi.” He appeared to fake a cough. “That was all I came back for. So, I’ll just… be on my way.”
“Mmm…” She nodded wordlessly. She stared intently at
him, unblinking, like a cat studying its prey. Her heart pounded; her
mind raced. A sudden idea came to her. “Oh, Dan?” She called out, just
as he reached the door.
He looked back at her, nervous. “Y-yes?”
“I just remembered.” She gave him a reassuring smile.
“I have a… special project, I’d like your help with. Could you come in
early tomorrow? Say, around 7:30?”
“7:30?” He asked, trying and failing to hide his disappointment. “...yes, of course Lexi. I’d… be happy to.”
“Great! Then I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early.”
She smiled sweetly, before turning back to her computer, giving him his
cue to leave. He took it without hesitation.
The moment he left, Lexi’s smile vanished. She
navigated immediately to one of her favourite websites, an online store
that specialised in BDSM products, and looked up a particular item she’d
had her eye on for some time. She began placing her order, making sure
to select the next-day-delivery option. She had to work quickly, she
knew. She only had until 5:00 tomorrow before she lost her assistant
forever. Unfortunately for him, the short window required her to take
somewhat drastic measures.
“So you want to run out on me, Dan..?” She muttered to
herself as she clicked. “Well, you go ahead and try. But there are going
to be consequences.” She hit Order Now, and a green tick confirmed her
purchase had been processed. She sat back in her chair with a sadistic
grin, already imaging how she was going to use it.
“Whatever happens next… you only have yourself to blame.”
*
Starting work early was never a pleasant experience,
even less so after staying late the night before. It gave the peculiar
feeling that almost no time had passed between finishing work and
starting again the next day.
“7:30,” Dan muttered, yawning heavily as he stepped out
into the parking lot. “What does she need me to come in at 7:30 for?
And why did I have to agree? God… this job.”
No matter how frustrated he felt, however, or tired or
anxious or scared, he couldn’t shake a feeling of quite optimism.
Because after the longest, most brutal year of his life, the end was
finally on the horizon. He was actually going to quit. In a few short
hours, he would be Lexi’s assistant… no more.
“One last day.” A small smile crept onto his face as he
walked toward the office building. “One more day, and I’ll never have
to sniff farts, kiss ass, or be used as a seat cushion ever again.” He
grinned fully. At 5:00 today he’d sign the new contract, and quit over
the weekend. He’d checked his contract carefully; no notice was legally
required. He could even send in his resignation by e-mail, avoiding any
confrontation with his domineering boss.
Lexi… wouldn’t be happy, he knew, and that made him
nervous. When he’d realised last night he’d left his phone behind, he’d
almost had a panic attack – and when he’d read the texts on his screen,
he’d thought he might faint! If Lexi had seen those… he shuddered to
think what she might do in response. But she hadn’t noticed, thank god.
She didn’t suspect a thing. Now all he needed to do was maintain his
poker face for a few more hours. “And I’ll finally be free!”
Reaching the building he made sure to take a few deep
breaths, savouring the taste of fresh air, before pushing inside. Where
surprisingly, he found his boss already waiting for him in the lobby.
“Morning, Dan!” She greeted cheerfully.
“Good morning, Lexi,” he replied, approaching as slowly as possible. “You’re here, um… early…”
“Well, the early bird gets the worm! Or in this case, a
few extra farts.” She winked. “Thanks again for coming in, I really
appreciate it.”
“No problem.” He forced a smile. “So, about this special project..?”
“Eager to get started, huh? Let’s head on up, and I’ll show you what I’ve got planned!”
She took the lead, walking him toward the back of the
lobby. At the doors she paused, and turned back to look at him,
thoughtful.
“What do you think, Dan? Elevator or stairs?”
“She’s giving me the choice?” Dan considered carefully.
The thought of being trapped inside a small metal room, pinned to a
wall by his bosses’ massive ass and hot-boxed by her farts all the way
up, was not an appealing one. “Sh-shall we take the stairs?”
He realised before even the second floor that he’d made a huge mistake.
Ffrrrrrraaaaaaaarrrrpppppp
“Ahh! I think you made the right call here,” exclaimed
Lexi, as she fanned her putrid, eggy ass-blast into his waiting
nostrils. “The extra exercise is really helping my gas flow. Plus, I can
already feel a bit of a sweat building up. By the time we get to our
floor I’ll be positively dripping!”
Dan didn’t reply; he was too busy trying not to gag as
he sniffed at the seat of Lexi’s tight business skirt. Her position a
few stairs ahead of him placed his head perfectly level with her butt,
so neither of them needed to adjust to allow her to face-fart him.
Although she seemed to like stopping every few steps anyway and bending
slightly just to feel him walk accidentally straight into her ass.
“At least the elevator would have been over quickly,”
he thought unhappily as she did it again, and he collided with her
cushiony cheeks just in time for a wet-sounding rip.
“Phew! That one was raunchy.” Chuckled Lexi. “Come on, Dan, keep up. Only seven more floors to go!”
By the time they reached their floor, Lexi was leaking
more gas than a faulty sewer line while Dan was struggling just to
breathe, having inhaled more methane than oxygen on the climb. He
staggered woozily after his boss, following her through the entrance
doors and past the reception desk. He expected her to lead him into her
personal office, but to his surprise they walked right past it.
“Just in here.” Lexi motioned him into the conference
room, occupied as usual by a long table and scattering of chairs. What
was unusual, however, was the large delivery box stood beside the door.
He stared at it uneasily.
“This is… the special project..?” He asked.
Lexi beamed at him. “I ordered it just last night!
Asked them to bring it up to this room specifically. I’ve had you come
in early to help me set it up, because I’m expecting there’ll be some
assembly required.”
“Right…” He glanced back toward it. For such an ordinary cardboard box, it felt strangely ominous. “But… what is it?”
“I think that will become apparent fairly quickly.” She smiled cryptically. “Shall we get started?”
Lexi was half-right; it took only a few minutes into
construction to realise what they were putting together, was a black
leather office chair. Yet the longer they worked, the more unusual it
started to appear. He had never seen a chair with such a wide base
before, or with such thick cushioning. There was a huge amount of space
beneath the seat – so much, in fact, you could probably fit an entire
person down there!
“Oh, no…”
“Phew!” Said Lexi, wiping sweat off her forehead after
nearly an hour of intense effort. “Great work, Dan. I’d say we’re just
about finished! So, what do you think? Looks comfortable, right?”
“Lexi…” Dan swallowed. “Is this… am I going to be under there..?”
“Nothing gets past you.” His boss grinned. “This is a
very special chair, you see. The area underneath is sound-proofed and
vacuum-sealed, so not a trace of sound or stink will be able to escape.
And the seat itself is heavily cushioned, except for this thin spot
here” – she tapped the middle of the seat – “where your nose and mouth
are going to go. So don’t worry, the smell won’t be reduced in the
slightest!”
“But – but why here? Why in the conference room?” He asked.
“Well, I’ve always like the idea of using you in front
of others. But I needed a way that guaranteed you wouldn’t be seen, or
we’d both end up hauled in front of HR. And now I have it! The next time
we’re having some boring meeting, while everyone else drones on about
sales and expenditure reports and next quarter’s financial projections,
you’ll be right beneath me… perfectly silent, completely invisible,
sucking up all my nasty gas. And no-one above will have any idea.” She
shivered. “Mmm… I can’t wait to try it out.”
Dan certainly could. “That… that sounds, um…”
“And, look at the time! You’ve been such a helpful
little handyman we still have another thirty minutes before work
starts.” She patted his head condescendingly. “You know, between our
stair climb earlier and the effort of putting this chair together, I’ve
really worked up a sweat. Seriously, I’m soaking wet!” She lifted an
arm, revealing a large dark stain spreading below her pit. “Tell you
what, Dan. If we head through to my office, would you be a real team
player and help me clean up a bit… downstairs?”
“You – you want me to – ” Dan turned pale. He knew
exactly what she meant by “clean.” “I really don’t, um… I think that
might be a bit too – ”
“You’d really be helping me out,” she insisted. “My ass
is just so slimy and gross right now! What do you say? My number one
subordinate isn’t gonna let me down, right?”
Dan’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.
“This is too far. This is way too far! She never asks me to do more than
sniff her farts and kiss her ass! Why – why does she suddenly want me
to – ” He suppressed the sudden urge to gag. He could say no, of course…
and yet… he could hear a little voice inside, urging him to take the
easy path. Resistance was so stressful, while submission came to him so
naturally; just avoid the confrontation, keep Lexi happy.
“Fuck it,” he sighed internally, as he nodded his
assent and watched his boss clap her hands excitedly. “It’s just one
more day, right? No matter what unpleasantness she has planned, I’ll
endure it. I can make it through… as long as it’s just one more day.”
*
Lexi pulled her panties down slowly, savouring the
moment. The air on her naked ass was cool and refreshing. She pulled her
cheeks apart with a soft scchlllppp, and felt beads of sweat trickle
gently down her crack. “This is going to be fucking amazing.” She bit
her lip. Then she sat down hard on her assistant’s face.
“Ahhh,” she sighed, feeling his nose slide deep into
her ass and brush against her anus, damp and sticky with perspiration.
She hadn’t been kidding about the sweat – her rear was so drenched, the
term “swamp-ass” didn’t do it justice. Her crack was a marsh, a dank,
putrid bog, an entire wetland of earthy stink.
“Now then, Dan.” Lexi cleared her throat, struggling to
maintain a professional tone. “As I’m sure you can see, it’s a bit of a
mess down there! But there’s no rush, okay? Just take your time,
breathe nice and deep, and whenever you’re ready… dig right in.”
There was a long pause. For a moment Lexi wondered if
he might refuse, if he might have changed his mind now he’d actually had
a whiff of her filthy behind. But then she heard it.
“...yes, Lexi.”
And he began to lick.
“Ohhh, yes,” Lexi let out an involuntary moan. She felt
Dan’s tongue, hot and soft and wet, press against the side of her left
cheek as he dragged it gently up her crack, and the warmth of his breath
on her butt-hole. It seemed to take a second for the taste to hit,
because he stopped suddenly and there was an audible retch – but then he
swallowed, and went back in for another lap.
“That’s good, Dan. Good boy.” Lexi whispered. Then she
felt her stomach gurgle. “I could warn him,” she thought to herself.
“...then again… his mouth is already open…”
Ssssspppprrrraaaattttttttt
The fart was a powerful one, heavy and moist; she felt
her anus sputter as it sprayed bitter sweat and ass-juice in all
directions, and knew plenty had to have coated the inside of Dan’s
mouth.
“Uuurrrk!” He choked. The sound was slightly wet, as
though he were actually gargling her waste. Lexi shivered with pleasure
at the disgust she knew she was causing him.
And yet, he didn’t stop. After just a moment of pitiful
gagging noise, he went right back to his task – this time sweeping his
tongue directly across her greasy, sweat-stained sphincter.
“Oh, my god!” Lexi moaned. The feeling was
indescribable. The delicate, soothing sensation, and Dan’s revulsion,
his tender attention to her lowest of places, and the overwhelming
superiority… it was ecstasy. She reached a hand between her legs and
stroked herself, closing her eyes as she gave herself over to pure
pleasure. “Yes… yes…”
“...no.”
Lexi sighed. With tremendous effort, she restrained
herself, pulling her hand away. “Not yet. God, it feels so good… but I
have to wait. Just a few more hours. I have to see today through.” She
sunk back into her chair, enjoying Dan’s lapping at her ass but not
acting on it. She farted again, a shorter, dryer blast. This time he
swallowed it almost whole, and there was barely any pause before he
returned to his task, slurping the aftermath off the sides of her crack.
“Such a good boy,” she muttered, more to herself than
him. “It almost makes me feel bad, knowingwhat I’m going to do to you
today.” Once her plan was complete, Dan’s life would be ruined forever.
“Such a shame it had to come to this.”
Lexi felt suddenly conflicted. Dan had been her
diligent, hard-working assistant for a full year now. He was an
excellent employee, an even better fart-sniffer, and she genuinely did
care for him. She didn’t really want to destroy him, not unless she had
to.
She decided to give him one last chance.
“Ahem. That’s enough, Dan. Thank you.” She stood
abruptly and pulled Dan to his feet, directing him to take a seat on the
other side of her desk. “There’s something I’d like to discuss with
you.”
“Y-yes?” He jumped up gratefully, wiping her sweat from
the corners ofhis mouth as he sat down opposite her. She smirked to see
him grimace as he swallowed, the taste of her ass still clearly
imprinted on his tongue.
“It’s about your contract.” A sudden look of dismay
crossed Dan’s face, but Lexi went on, pretending not to see it. “I’m not
sure if you remember, but when you first signed on as my assistant you
had a minimum term of one year. We’re actually coming up to the end of
it.”
“Oh… really…”
“So, I was thinking,” Lexi reached into her drawer and
pulled out a small stack of papers. “Why don’t we just set you up for
another year right now? I’ve got your renewal contract here; it’s
largely the same stuff, although I’ve thrown in a pay rise for being
such an excellent assistant.” She winked. “There’s no actual need to
sign right away, of course. It’s not officially required until Monday.
But I figured, why wait? Let’s get it out of the way now, right?”
Dan gulped.
“Here.” Lexi slid the papers over toward him, tapping
her finely manicured nails on the line at the bottom that awaited his
signature. This was it. The pivotal moment that would determine both
their futures. She stared hard into her subordinates eyes, waiting
patiently for him to decide his fate. “Last chance, Dan.”
“Actually, Lexi, um…” Dan swallowed. “Do you think…
would I be okay to take this home? So I can read through it over the
weekend... and then we can sort it out on Monday?”
“And there it went.” Lexi sat back in her chair,
gifting him her sweetest smile. “Of course, Dan, that’s absolutely fine.
You take all the time you need! No rush.” She turned to switch on her
computer, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Now, it’s almost
9:00. Time for our actual work to start! Why don’t you head to the
bathroom and clean up a bit? No offence, but your breath is a little
smelly.”
“R-right!” Dan gave an awkward laugh. He sounded
relieved, clearly believing he’d gotten away with his ruse. “You’re
right, Lexi, I’ll go and do that now. I, um… thanks.”
Lexi smiled at him until he turned away, leaving her
office and shutting the door behind him. Once more, she found herself
alone.
“Shame,” she muttered softly. “I really hoped he’d stay loyal.”
Dan’s fate was now sealed. She had offered him mercy,
and still he had chosen to abandon her. But in spite of his betrayal,
she felt suddenly very calm. Relaxed. Resolved. Because the path forward
was clear, and she could follow it without guilt.
“I’m sorry, Dan. But you’ve brought this upon
yourself.” She said as she began drafting an e-mail, and booked the
conference room for the rest of the day. There was no turning back. The
first step of her master plan had officially begun.
“You came into work this morning as my assistant. But by the time you leave… I’ll have made you my slave.”