The Cursed Writer by CrappyFappy

 

 

 

 

 

After messing around with one of my big sisters whaky science machines three days ago, i ended up changing how people view me. Going from a regular person to something to be used by females. It's mostly their butts, boobs and pussys; but sometimes other parts as well. Which is why I'm currently wiping my face free of the ass sweat and fart stink that the hot milf next door just covered me with. If I'm going to be stuck like this, then i figured that i'd make the best of it and become a writer for a fetish site and document all the experiences i have. Hence why I'm outside and not living in the shadows.

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Heading to the park, I find a bench under a tree and write down a summary of the first experience I've had, that wasn't with my own sister. Then I spot a pair of fine looking lady's heading in my direction; probably to get out of the summer heat. Putting away my notebook just as they arrive, the one on the left sits next to me, and the one on the right stands in front of me. Standing at about 5 foot 4 with generous curves, a beautiful face and long blonde hair, with what looks like a small baby bump, I could tell that she would be one fine looking mama.

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Lifting her thigh length dress, she proceeds to straddle me; sitting on my lap, with her sweaty bust in my face. Easily being a D-cup, I would love to see them when they start producing milk. Not to mention give said milk a taste. Grabbing my head she shoves my face into her cleavage, using it like a sweat rag while continuing her conversation. Then after a minute or two, she frees me from her booby prison, only to lift her arm and stick her shaven armpit an inch away from my nose. "Lick dear", she says, while listening to her friend. While it does look pretty musky, it doesn't really smell that much; so I dive in tongue first, finding that it's not as bad as I thought. Just a little salty. Satisfied with my work a minute later, she lowers her arm while raising the other one. This time farting on my lap while I lick her pit clean.

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Once again satisfied, she gets off me and swaps places with her friend. The just as hot and just as sweaty woman ploping her plush, Jean covered ass onto my lap. With another pair of mouth watering titties staring at me, I feel my lap getting heated up another level by this new sitters bubbly fart. Starting with her pits first, I lick them clean untill she's satisfied. Then my face is once again enveloped by hot boob flesh. But instead of rubbing like a rag, she just keeps it there; hugging my head, while vibrating my crotch with her smelly farts for a good five minutes. Arguably the best five minutes of my life.

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After being instructed to sit on the ground with my head on the bench, the blonde mother to be steps over me and lifts her dress; her juicy, panty clad rear end casting a shadow over my head. Squatting down untill her butt is hovering above me, she pulls down her underwear; revealing her damp crevice and dirty anus. Bracing myself for impact, I watch her spread her cheeks and align her asshole with my nose, before she sits down; my face getting swallowed up to my ears. Much more potent up close, I start breathing through my mouth, which she takes advantage of by leaning forward and sealing her sweaty vagina between my lips. Managing to hear a sigh of relief, my sinuses get filled a long bassy fart and my tastebuds get showered with a hot salty liquid. The sitter and her friend keeping their conversation going, like this is perfectly normal.

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Spending a good hour as this lady's seat; my nose getting filled with countless farts, and my mouth getting filled with her pee another three times, I hear her friend walk away to get some lunch from the fish and chip shop across the road. Now alone with me, she prys her rump from my face and tells me to get in the same position on the other side of the bench; her panties still around her thighs. Once done she, for the second time, turns around and lifts her dress. With her thighs spread, she then spreads her pussy lips; letting them mold around my nose after she applies some of her weight. Pungent and moist, the strong, sweaty aroma fills my nasal openings as she opens her humid buttcrack. "Open please", she says rather nicely, a fart the exact opposite of nice rumbling into my mouth as she sits her vibrating anus inside it.

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Greasy, sloppy, and tasting like ten pre dump farts in one, I squirm uncomfortably underneath her. "Sorry", she apologises to me, lifting the front of her dress to look me in the eyes. "I've been a bit blocked up lately, but I'll make it quick. And don't forget to clean me inside and out", she says casually, dropping her dress back down before stretching it's fabric away from her body. Staring at the bulge in her womb for a few seconds, fascinated by the almost magical process of life being created, my gaze stops on the two magical orbs attached to this woman's chest. Braless, supple and intoxicating, she tells me to massage them for her. Hypnotized by the sight, I slide my hands over her juicy rump and up her smooth sides; grabbing the things that dreams are made of firmly.

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Letting go of the cloth covering her body and now my arms, she adjusts the chest part while pumping more pre dump farts down my throat; all of them as bad as the first one. But with the feeling of her pillowy breasts in my hands, it's much easier to deal with. "Here it comes dear", the woman using me sighs in relief as her asshole bulges; a warm and sticky, firm mass poking the entrance of my throat before forcing it open. Coming faster then I expected and tasting much fouler then I can comprehend, I enter a comatose like state as her snake like log of reeking shit makes a home in my stomach. The one continues length of filth not giving me any breaks until her bowels are empty, 15 seconds later.

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Being nice enough to give me time to recover, but not nice enough to hold in all the gas her monster shit was holding back, I subconsciously swallow dozens of farts in a matter of minutes; eventually getting my tongue to move, so I can start rimming her soiled bumhole. Like getting your breath back after being thrown into the deep end of the pool, I slowly but steadily lick the stubborn filth off this pregnant lady's farting anus. My only source of air coming from between her Labias; which are now much wetter then before. And if that's not proof enough that she's enjoying this, then the erect nipples poking into my palms and her slow grinding certainly fill the gaps.

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Having time to spare, but not wanting to get caught by her friend, the hot blonde rubs her vagina agaist my nose recklessly as I clean her shithole with my tongue. Her quiet moans filling the vacant area, and the bench threating to fall over while she squeezes her tits with my hands. Muttering something unintelligible after a few minutes of painting my face, a soaking wet fart explodes around my tongue, and she starts spasiming; her thighs clenching together like she's trying crush my head between them.

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"Sorry it took so long", the friend of the facesitter apologises 10 minutes later, completely unaware of what happened in her absence. "It's fine", said facesitter stutters, her asshole on my nose and her creamy pussy in my mouth, with me in the same position as before; my body once again between her legs, with my hands by her feet like nothing happened. "Mind if I have a turn", the friend asks, placing a bag on the ground. "Not at all", the seated female replies, standing up a few inches and giving my face a quick wipe with the gusset of her panties, before pulling them up completely and taking a seat next to my head.

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Looking up at the friend, her dark locks and piercing eyes looking back, she steps over me like the woman before her and unbuttons her tight jeans; giving me an eyeful of her tasty buttocks while shuffling them down to her knees. Decorated with a cheek revealing thong, it's plumper then I first expected and much swampier. Probably because shes been sitting in a take away shop for the last 20 or so minutes. "Sorry about this kiddo", she apologises while looking at me over her shoulder; lowering down untill her ripe ass is hovering above me. Ignoring the kiddo remark, I come to terms with the more pressing matter that is her butt. So much worse up close, the steamy no man's land is so pungent that I can almost see stench lines coming from it. But then she pulls her damp thong to side; releasing the true horror of her ass.

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Seeing the state her rotten anus is in, a shiver goes down my spine. Easily a hundred shades darker then her ass cheeks, it's like she hasn't washed or wiped in months. But I don't get long to contemplate my potential demise as it comes crashing down a moment later. Being so bad that I actually groan in displeasure, my sounds get ignored and the brunette grabs a fistful of my hair. Exhaling pleasurably, she rubs her foul backside up and down my face like she's scratching a month old itch. Then she lets go and spreads her cheeks. Zeroing in on my nasal cavity, she firmly scrubs her nasty butthole against it; sighing in relief when an extremely potent sbd makes it bulge and swallow my nose. Which I don't get a break from, because she slowly sits down halfway through, ensuring that my sniffer slides inside her poop chute like a buttplug.

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Getting comfortable and settling her entire weight, her bum meat actually touching the bench, she leans back slightly and uncovers her musky vagina; her neat and tidy pubic hair tickling my chin as she fills my breathing mouth with her sweaty lips. Happy with her placement, she leans forward and picks up the bag; a bubbly fart popping around my nose while she does so. Grabbing her meal and drink, she passes it to the blonde that just stained her panties with a wet fart. "Still got the shits", the female in the dress comments, after a juicy fart vibrates my face. "Yeah", my new user responds, taking a sip from her bottle as she starts peeing in my mouth. "My new diet still isn't agreeing with me. But I'll get used to it eventually", the brunette says, farting loudly around her fleshy ass friend, before rambling on about something.

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Choking down her vile piss one mouthful at a time, while being forced to inhale her reeking gas; the pair above me continue to chow down and chat for another two hours. The only form of acknowledgement coming as an order to lick the pussy in my mouth, after it stopped expelling liquid waste. Not to lick it clean. Just to lick it and keep licking untill she's satisfied. "We should probably get going", the blonde says after checking the time. "I guess so", the brunette replies after doing the same. "But first I gotta take of something", she then says, gesturing to the public toilets near by.

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Dragging me into an empty stall and gently forcing me onto the floor, my current tormentor removes all her clothes and pushes my head against the seat; straddling it like her blonde friend did when she had to go. Not that she knew that. "It's gonna come out quick, so keep your throat open and try not to gag", she tells me, before a greasy shart echos down that very organ. Angling her shithole so her filth has a oneway street to my stomach, she starts relaxing her muscles. A choir of toilet breaking sharts lubing up my mouth and esophagus, before a wave of sloppy mush shoots out of her rectum.

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Overwhelmed by the taste alone, I instinctively put my hands on her glutes and try to push her off. But she just grabs them and pulls them to her chest; covering her horny nipples with them and folding her arms tightly, so all I can do to protest is give her more pleasure. Applying more weight, the excited female continues to fills my stomach with hot blasts of ass soup. Her dripping pussy coating my sinuses with a different bodily fluid. Grunting painfully after a minute break, puke inducing tsunamis of splattering sharts and sludge rush into my mouth and down my throat for at least twenty minutes; my shit filled stomach close to bursting afterwards.

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Recovering from the pleasure of orgasiming on my face multiple times, while I recover from almost dying multiple times, I slowly and gradually lick the womans used asshole so she'll get off me. Which she eventually does. And as soon as she leaves the restroom, I turn and use the real toilet; evacuating everything in my stomach back out the way it came. "I might have to rethink this plan of mine", I say to myself as I crawl out of the stall and rinse my mouth out; getting a pretty shitty surprise afterwards, when a cute girl runs in holding her stomach, before stopping dead in her tracks when she sees me.

 

 

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?

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.

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 (?)

 

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.

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.

 

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“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.