By: Story-Anon
PART 1 - Kidnapping
Erica was the sweetest girlfriend a guy could ask for. She was on the wider side of thick (not fat but close) which I was quite the fan of. She was always the happiest when she saw me and she was the cuddliest person ever. We often sat together and gazed at the sky. Her natural musk was always there in about a 3-inch radius. I never minded it though, except for one time when her house's plumbing got messed up and she couldn't shower for a week or two. Her B.O. got overwhelming fast.
Her family, on the other hand, weren't the most dainty of people, and were somewhat crazy. Her dad had left her at a young age so the house was just her, her mom, and her two sisters. I heard multiple times threats to kill me if I ever broke up with her, hurt her, or anything. I didn't take them 100% seriously, but I knew they could do some damage. They had shady connections.
Eventually I made the decision to break it off, because I knew that if I didn't free myself from those toxic people it would only get worse. That combined with her tendency to get super overprotective (she had once snarled at someone she viewed as competition) made me eventually break up with her.
-STORY BEGIN-
A month post-breakup, things had been fine. I figured I might have to get in a fight with some people that Erica's family knew or duck out of school to avoid them early, but so far nothing had come of it. She was acting friendly and it seemed like she cared enough about me to convince them to leave me alone.
After school one day, her big sister Ella walked up to me. Both of her sisters were older than her. Ella was thinner than Erica, being thick but not chubby. We were behind the gym as I had just finished gym class, my last of the day. She had a rag.
"Hey, remember the drawing you showed me a week ago?" Ella asked.
I vaguely did. "Yeah, I guess so," I told her.
"Well I found this rag and there's a faint marking that looks just like it." She held it out to me.
I looked but it seemed to be blank. "I don't see anyth-HMMM MMM!" I was cut off as she clamped it over my nose and mouth, grabbing my arm with her other hand. I smelled chloroform and then it was dark.
I awoke lying, to a steady mechanical hum. I tried to sit up before realizing I was strapped into the back seat of a car, on my side. I could see Ella driving. I tried to speak but duct tape was stuck over my mouth. All that came out was "Mmmm mmph hmm".
She wordlessly shifted position, one of her thick buttcheeks lifting from the car seat, her yoga pants softly clinging to it. She held the position for five seconds and sighed orgasmically, putting the cheek back down on the car seat. About a second later, a powerful stink attacked my nostrils. It was intense, and smelled foul. I thrashed around in my bonds and tried to yell but everything held strong.
"Oh my god that's bad," she said, "I knew it was gonna be rank but not this rank. God, that was a bad one. Ohhhh that must be torturous for you," she said slowly, half evil and half surprised. "Stew in it," she demanded. I had no other choice as it wasn't going away and the car was filled with it like a giant dutch oven. The stench stayed and remained assaulting my senses. I could barely take it, and then she rolled down the windows, letting the air stream in. I was confused but grateful, as I couldn't take much more of her nasty fart air as she drove.
"Ah, fresh air," she said, relieved, when all the stink was gone. She then rolled the windows back up, and as soon as they were fully up-
PLURRPLTRPT
She let out a bubbling ripper into her car seat, which tainted the clean air once more, and the stink filled up the back of the car again. I dry retched behind my duct tape because the foul stench drove into my nose again. Dear god it was bad. I was thrashing around as hard as I could but I was held fast.
PLRT PLRRRT PLT PLP PL PL PL PL
She let out a machine gun of a fart, firing off hot rank rounds from her big butt into the seat and the car. The stink doubled and even she coughed from the foul intensity of her farty air.
BLAP
Her last bubble was extra wet and only added to the horrible torture my nostrils were experiencing. She let it steam, the whole car full of her noxious emissions, before lowering the window again. It took longer but it all streamed away, and she rolled them back up so she could taint the air again.
PLRRRRRORPOPOPORGLUPLURPLURPT
What had been clean air filled with a stink that was somehow worse than her previous emissions. She didn't want a constant barrage. She wanted her gas to be horrible compared to the previous air, so she'd siphon out the fart air for clean air she could fart in again to mess up. And boy was it working. The stink overwhelmed me, pushing in my nostrils and infecting my lungs. I tried to cough but couldn't.
Ella repeated the same process twice more: wait a minute, roll down her windows, wait for the air to get clean, roll 'em back up, and fart a nasty burst again. I was dying, the fart torture being unbearable to experience.
She stopped the car. "We're here, bitch," she said harshly, and opened her door. She walked over to mine and opened it. I expected her to untie me and take me wherever I was going, but she instead planted her yoga-panted, huge, soft, fuming ass on my face. Her ass smelled like her farts, mixed with shit smell. She pulled them down slightly so to reveal skidmarked panties, and placed the skidmark on my nose. Her ass stench was drifting into my nose and I couldn't do anything.
BLRRRRBLRRRRPLRRORORPLORPLORRRR-
She started pushing out a super long, seemingly endless blast onto my face.
-TLRRRPKRRRPLRRGLROPRLGRRORLPRRRPLRRR-
Its horrid stench pervaded right through my nose. I thrashed but she stayed seated, keeping farting like there was no tomorrow.
-BLORRRPLOORPLORRRRRRRRPRRRR-
I smelt no more and passed out.
I awoke face-down, spread-eagled, with a bad scent in my nose. My face was pressed against fabric and I was horrified to see that I'd been nuzzling a faded pink pair of dirty panties. I immediately tried to get up but I couldn't move. The duct tape over my mouth was still there and I could only sniff the rank ass-stench. I rotated my head to see piles of dirty clothes on the floor, posters of punk rock and heavy metal bands on the walls, and a bunk bed. A sinking feeling hit me when I realized I was in Erica's room, shackled to the floor. The door creaked open.
I heard footsteps behind me, and slowly Erica walked into my field of view, stepping close to my head where I could smell her feet. It wasn't a pleasant smell to say the least, and her shoes were still on.
"Haha," she laughed, "you still stink from Ella. Whoo!" She noticed my struggles and pulled the used panties from beneath my head, taking a tentative sniff. "Jeez Annah, you said you only wore these for a few days," she marveled to no one in particular before tossing the panties into one of the piles of dirty clothes. I looked around to see if Annah, her older sister, actually was in the room, but we were alone. She then remarked "Well, I guess it's time for you to see if I stink worse than Annah." I started squirming and trying to say the word "No", but I couldn't. She understood and simply replied "You should have thought about this before you broke up with me," and sat down where my neck met my back.
Her weight immediately pushed down on me causing pain, the fabric of her blue jeans rubbing on my back. There was no way she hadn't gained weight since we dated. The cushion of her extra chub didn't help much. I was also in the position of having her not-very-nice feet on either side of my head, but those didn't bother me as much as her ambient sweat and ass smell did. It was as bad as the time her plumbing broke. What had she been doing?
"Ah, so how's it smell down there?" she asked in a casual-dominant voice that would drive me wild in a different situation. I tried to answer but all that came out was mmphs. "How about... now?" she said, straining on the word "now".
BRRRRRP
A fairly sizeable fart ejected from her large rear, and warmed my back before the smell drifted to my face. It was horrible, as bad as Ella's larger farts, and I tried to cough but all I could do was through my nose. Jesus! I tried to move around but she stayed on my back and I couldn't budge her.
Her gas had, for as long as I remember, been a force to be reckoned with. Even when I was eight and she was nine and we went to the same sleepover at a friend's house, I vividly remember her farting multiple times, taking pleasure in letting them out near people and watching their disgusted reactions to her farts, which were bad even then. I had the later displeasure of sharing in multiple gassy moments when we had middle school classes together, and she turned off her filter when we'd been dating for a while. Her tendency to fart on people rather than near them had me in quite a few situations where she'd fart at me or hug me and fart so I couldn't escape, all in the name of fun. Well, fun for her at least, but I hated sniffing her bound-to-be-rank gas. But I digress. Those are stories for a different time.
PRT
She let out another smaller warm pop onto my back, which ended up as rank as the one before it. Rotten egg mixed with sulphur and shit smell. I felt like retching. Her feet didn't help considering they smelled like a runner's even with shoes.
PRT PRRRT PLRT
It was about twenty seconds later but she fired off three more rounds from her loaded cannon, and forget about what it felt like, I WAS retching. Holy shit, literally! These were bad even for her!
She turned around, so her front was facing my back and her big butt was pressing against my neck, presenting a new pain.
PRRRRRRTRRTRRTRTRPRPRPRP
She farted a long one that split into a rapid-fire burst of gassy air against my neck and assaulting my nose. I thrashed but her wide weight on my back was unmovable, like a boulder.
She waited and let her stink drift into my nose for about a minute wordlessly before she stood up. She kicked off her sneakers and shimmied out of her jeans, her proportions expanding out of the fabric they'd been pressed into. I noticed a very strange color change on her big backside before she turned, walked over to me, and unshackled my hands, then moving to my feet. I scrambled to get up and run for it but she grabbed me by the leg and I fell into one of the piles of her and Annah's clothes ripe with B.O. and other stinks. She grabbed me out, pushed me to the ground on my back, and sat roughly on my chest, eliciting the closest to a cry of pain I could manage. "Don't try that again," she breathed.
Her smell had intensified tenfold and I was forced to stare into her crotch, covered by white panties with chibi anime characters on them. The view wasn't there for long as she slammed together her thick legs and brought her socked feet up into my face, wiggling her toes. The cheesy foot smell was ten times worse, not to say that her sweat, ass, and fart stink wasn't. She shoved their sweaty surfaces into my nose and I was forced to sniff in her rancid feet. She kept violently smearing them on my face for about a minute before she got bored and turned around.
"Now for the main attraction," she announced, plunking her plump ass onto my chest. The smell was out of this world and there was a pronounced brown skidmark down the back. It was horrid and stunk of pure shit. "How do you like it?" she said, and I realized that at some point during the feet smearing she had removed her shirt, causing her rank body odor to spread through the room. "I've been working on this baby for a month now." she bragged. "No shower, no wash, no wipe, no change, thirty days," she said, scooting back. "Even I haven't been able to stand my own smell these past few days." I could hazard a guess why, as just the thought made me sick. The smell itself made me retch again and again, nothing coming up but my body involuntarily rejecting the horrible body and ass odor Erica was exuding. She moved back again, pressing my face into her browned panties as she transitioned to sitting on my face. I thrashed with all my might but I couldn't do anything but move the skidmark on my face, the shitty smell being all I could take.
She said "Here, let me help you with that", and started rubbing her ass all over my face, the warm mark undoubtedly dyeing it darker. She kept rubbing even through my squirming, and then suddenly stopped. "Ooh wait-" she started, and then BRRRAPT right into my nose. I tried to scream but couldn't and she released another fart.
BRALPT
The unendurable stench was ten, no thirty, a hundred times worse this close up through her sweaty shitty ass and skidmarked panties. I couldn't stop moving even though it would be better to be still. I thrashed but her chubby body wasn't affected at all.
BLLLRRRRT
Oh god it was like the last one but worse, wet! I swear I could see a few dots added to the outskirts of the big brown mark that was in my face. I retched over and over but she only let out another-
BLARPLRLPT
-that definitely added something.
"All right, it's about time you got to the source," she said, standing up over me and letting her footsmell take over. "I ran twice around the block for this, by the way." As disgusting as it was it was still a damn sight better than the nuclear shit reactor of her ass. Unfortunately as she dropped her shitty panties down onto my face, stepping out oF them and leaving another imprint of their scent on my nose I came face to face with Chernobyl. Now wearing only a bra, she plunged her shit-covered ass down onto my face, and I was confronted with the remnants of every shit she'd taken over the last thirty days. Her ass was hairless naturally. I remember it came up in a conversation once that she was naturally pubically bald, which I was fine with despite the resulting swamp ass. Too bad her swamp of an ass was now in my face. I tried moving but she just said "Ahhhh, smell my ass," as she rubbed her filthy asshole across my nose.
PRRRPT
She farted a horrible small ripper that dislocated some errant chunks of shit and stuck them to my cheeks. I screamed through my nose and thrashed but she wasn't going anywhere.
PRRRRRBLRRPLRT
Another wet one! I was forced to watch as shit bubbled out in small drops that stuck to my face. She made a sudden motion and tried to stand up to run to the bathroom but my face was stuck and I went up with her huge butt. She grabbed the back of my head, I thought to pull me out but she pushed me deeper in-
BLARPLARPT
She let loose another wetter and shittier fart before pulling my head back with a sickening squelch and running out into the hallway. I passed out to the violent sound of her painting the bowl with the power sprayer in her ass.
PART 2 - Trapped
I awoke on a couch, my head spinning. I felt clear and not sticky. Someone must have cleaned off my face when I passed out. I didn't have time to think of much more before my vision cleared and I realized I was lying on the couch in Erica's living room, and descending upon me was a huge butt in sweatpants. It smashed into my face, pushing me against the back of the couch. I immediately started squirming to try and get the massive cheeks off me, but my efforts sunk into the soft fleshy ass. There was still duct tape over my mouth.
"You won't be getting out from under there," laughed the voice of Annah, Erica's older sister. "I'm a bit too heavy for that." She formed the final tier of fat. While Erica was just soft and chubby, Annah was round and layered, with a huge ass to boot. I could tell it hadn't had a good cleaning recently, as its stink and sweat smell permeated into the little air I had under her. She was sitting facing the TV while I was on my side, so she was less sitting on me as she was sitting against me. In regards to breathing though, there wasn't much of a difference. All my air was from inside her cavernous crack, and my nose understood more than anyone.
She stayed like this for a good while, crushing me into the couch while watching whatever show she was binging. Suddenly she proclaimed "Ohhhh, I reeeeally shouldn't have had those nachos," probably for my benefit, but I heard her massive stomach bubble and growl right after. She leaned forward and grunted, but nothing came out. She tried again, grunting harder, and-
BRRRBRRPT!
-a hard, slightly wet fart forced out of her. "Oh god, that might have stained a bit," she groaned, but I was having bigger problems with the rancid, cheesy stink forced into my nose. It was terrible and stuck inside my lungs like rotten emissions from a factory, but a shit factory. She grunted again-
BRRRPT
-which smelled like hell, but she wasn't done, grunting more-
BLRRAPLTrrrrr
"Ohhh yeah, that got it," Annah sighed. The fart sounded like it had gone from forced to easy, and something lurched out at my face from her sweats, the smell increasing immensely, to my torture and displeasure. Did she just shit? I had no time to worry about it, as what was bad was the cheesy shitty stench in my face and nose.
"Jesus, that had to have been some bad cheese, hur-" she grunted, leaning back and enveloping me in her huge, soft ass.
PRRRARRRRARRRPLRPLRRRBLRGT
A huge fart exited her, forcing itself into me. The smell intensified terribly, the wetness of the sound making implications I didn't like.
Annah moved forward, moving my face up her ass, and pulled down her sweats somewhat to the point where my nose was going into her crack. It immediately smelled three times worse without the sweats containing most of it, and the shitty cheesy stench steaming out of her ass was like a punch to the face. She grunted again.
BRRRLRRRRPRRRRGRRT
Right into my nose! God! I felt the heat get stronger as the ass stench got worse. I started bucking again from the sulfuric fart fumes entering my lungs. I tried to cough but couldn't.
She stayed like this, keeping my nose at the top of her crack, for about five more minutes. Then she stood up as she lowered her sweats down. A small chunk of her shit fell out, hitting my face. The raw stink from her unshielded ass was corrosive. She rotated me so I was looking directly up and lowered her mammoth butt onto my face, squishing my cheeks between hers, my face becoming acquainted with her shit-coated asshole. I could only feel it, not see it, because her huge crack was like a lightless and soapless place. I tried to struggle with all my might but her BBW weight absorbed it all like it was nothing as her devilish asshole melted my face with its stink.
She stayed on my face like that, committing crimes against my nostrils, for about twenty minutes. Her stomach rumbled a lot during that time but she curiously didn't fart at all. Then suddenly-
BRRRRAAAARRRPLLLLRRRRPLORPLGRLLRRRRRRRRRAAAAAATTTTTTPPPPPP
She unleashed point blank from her asshole a long, wet fart that put to shame all the others so far with its stink. I felt like I could actually be harmed by it, if she had cupped a flower to her hole and released that weapon on it it would no doubt be dead and wilted when she pulled it back out. At the climax of her fart the front door opened and I heard Erica's voice.
"I'm back!" she yelled into the house. "Oh hey, didn't see you there," she said as Annah turned towards her. I was completely invisible from Erica's perspective.
"Yeah, just, ugh-" Annah started.
BLAPPPT
"-Letting loose on this ex of yours," she finished with a shitty, eggy blast before lifting herself off of me. I tried to squirm but her huge legs on either side of me prevented me from moving. She sat back down, encasing me in her rancid ass again. "And just between you and me, I really have to GO," she added, not at all trying to hide it from me. I tried to move more but I was still stuck. Both laughed at my efforts.
"I mean, you could just... go," Erica suggested. "I wouldn't mind it myself."
"Hmm, maybe..." Annah considered the idea, and I felt her butthole purse, making contact with my nose. I squirmed wildly but was kept in place. "Nah, I'll save that for later."
"Well give me a turn then!" Erica gleefully asked.
"Sure, why not?" Annah answered, elevating herself off. It still smelled terrible but not quite as terrible now. She got off of me and pulled up her pants, moving to my crotch. Her heavy weight pushed down on me painfully, but the pressure on my dick started to make it stir. My pants slowly grew and I hoped she wouldn't mention it. My eyes were wide in fear but she didn't act like she noticed.
BBBRRRT
She farted on my dick, and the vibration didn't help my hard-on disappear, in fact it made me almost forget about the stink until Erica's now pantied bottom came down on my face. I realized she had reapplied the stained ones, and there was a visceral reaction from deep in me as the burning, terrifying stench overcame my nostrils. I tried to retch and thrash but there was nothing I could do. I was more restricted now than ever before.
"Jesus Erica, you stink!" Annah complained from above me.
"Yeah well don't complain or I'll rub my pit in your face," Erica shot back.
"No, I'm too young to die!" Annah exclaimed in mock terror, then tensed up and
BRRRPRT
again on my dick. My body was confused, it was torture on my face and bliss on my cock.
"You aren't the best smelling yourself," Erica said. "But I can fix that." I felt her ass get softer, spreading a bit as she pushed out her hole.
GLRAAAPPPP
She let out a ripping wet flapper, pushing a large amount of acrid sulfuric stench into my unwilling face, assaulting me with the smell of rotting meat. It was worse than my nightmares, it smelled so bad.
"Sweet Jesus Erica, that's terrible!" Annah cried. "I don't even think I could do worse than that!" She was right.
BRRBT
She farted on my dick again, a smaller one, but enough to keep my hard-on going.
PRRRLAAARPLRP
Erica returned fire and it was as horrid as before, but now it was even more intense.
They fought in that manner for about ten minutes, Erica releasing passionately rancid bursts of butt gas into my face and Annah delivering her hard, powerful, loud vibrations onto my lost dick. Every second was hell, every. Second. Both of their farts got stronger and stronger each time, and I was almost knocked out. It was set to continue until-
PRRRAAAARLLLRRAAAAAGLRORPLRT-
Erica pushed a dominating bubbly blast out onto my face, her terrible gaseous emission torturing my nose, but then it took a turn for the wetter and she stood up quickly. The stench increased tenfold and I almost screamed through the duct tape, retching.
"Oh god Erica, holy shit!" Annah cried out, holding her hands over her nose. "You shit your pants!" she yelled after her younger sister, who was retreating to the bathroom. A second later she tensed up and-
BRRRRLRRRPRTRTTTRRLRRRR
-let out a super long fart onto my dick. It didn't add much to the terrible smell, but I'd remained erect the whole time, a testament to Annah's power.
"Now, how about that?" she said. "Someone's a bit excited." She leaned over to me, tearing the tape painfully off my mouth. "Wouldn't want Erica to know you were rock hard this whole time, would you?"
"No," I answered, and she swung her huge weapon of mass destruction around, planting it on my face. She scooted down her sweats and my head disappeared within her canyon crack before I could say anything else.
"Then you'll go along with this," she commanded, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. She pulled down my underwear and my cock sprang to attention, still going strong. "Hmm, not bad," she assessed, sizing me up. I prepared mentally and physically to be hit or bit or something terribly painful as she leaned towards it, and then I was awash in a sea of pleasure as her mouth wrapped around my dick, moving up and down. Her tongue swirled. Good god this was great.
BRRRRRRBRRLRT
Her asshole spit out another eggy blast onto my face. What the hell did nachos do to her? I was more conflicted than ever now, as she kept moving up and down on my dick. I felt pressure on my face and-
BRRRRPTRR
she farted again, the horrid stink distracting me from the pleasure. Nevertheless she kept going, and I felt a building in my nethers before I came amazingly, and she kept going! I was thrashing not in pain but brilliant release as the rush ended.
She sat back up on my face. I was still twitching, I hadn't had it that good for months. "I gave you that, now you'll do this for me." My high was cut short as she moved forward, her hole moving over my mouth. It flexed and started crackling. I realized what was going on and screamed into her ass but it didn't stop. Her hole expanded even more and a massively thick log started sliding into my mouth. It tasted bitter and sour, and smelled worse. I almost threw up but there wasn't anything in my stomach. It kept moving and kept going and I realized I would choke if I didn't do something quick. Left with no other option, I bit and chewed, swallowing the shit as it came in. Ten inches later it was finally finished, but my torture wasn't. Her hole opened again and farted a disgusting sloppy blast onto me, and yet another huge turd worked its way out and pushed into my mouth. It was even longer tham before and after what seemed like a quarter hour but was probably closer to three minutes it was finished.
"That's why my farts have been so bad." She cupped my balls in one hand and demanded "Clean me." Terrified of the pain she could inflict, I started licking the shit off of her hole. When I finished she stood up and pointed to the bathroom.
"Go clean yourself off," she commanded, and sat back down after I got up to leave.
PART 3 – Bathroom
I stumbled forwards down the hallway towards the bathroom, my head spinning. I was going to throw up at any moment. I pushed past the half-open door, barely able to keep my eyes open, and collapsed at the base of the toilet. My stomach churned and turned, but as I kneeled I found it settling, rather than heaving forward. As my head slowly began to steady itself and I found myself able to concentrate again, I noticed immediately that the toilet in front of me was filled with soupy brown shit. I noticed, directly afterwards, the horrendous smell.
Click.
I turned to see Erica locking the door she had closed behind me. She'd been in here waiting.
"It's very, very rude to barge in on someone like that." She was wearing only a shirt, her shorts and panties discarded on the floor. "How do you like the pills? I force-fed them to you after Ella knocked you out." She smirked. "You won't be able to vomit, not unless you really, really have to."
Erica walked over to where I was on the ground. She turned, exposing her large butt to me. "Clean me up."
"W-what?" I stammered out.
"You heard me," she stated matter-of-factly. "Clean me up."
I looked around for toilet paper, and began to go to the cabinet under the sink. As I reached for it, Erica's hand grabbed my wrist intensely.
"No, no, honey. There's no toilet paper here."
"Then wh-"
"Do I have to spell it out for you?" she asked, annoyed. "Open your mouth and put your tongue to work."
"No, please! No more of this!" I exclaimed, almost shouting.
"Okay," she sighed, putting her hand on top of my head. She backed up, such that the back of my neck was now pressed against the toilet bowl full of her waste. She removed her hand, leaving me pinned by her legs and butt. "We'll do this the hard way." She grunted.
SHPLITCH
She pushed out a shart, coating her ass and spattering my face with shit.
"Ew, that's disgusting!" I yelled.
"Clean up my ass then."
"No!"
"Okay."
SHHPPLLLAAATCH
A longer shart pushed shit onto my face. The smell of the room was horrendous.
"Look my ass is just gonna get more disgusting, you're gonna wanna get licking soon."
"No, I'm not licking your shitty fucking ass!" I shouted.
"Okay."
SHGLOBTCHHHAAAAAP
BLAPBRAAGLLLAPPPPPPP
SHHGLLRRRRGLROOOUUUUP
So she kept sharting, and sharting, and sharting.
She pushed out another one, and my nose was completely blocked. I opened my mouth a crack to breathe, but she pushed down her ass, suffocating me. Her asscheeks covered my eyes and my whole head. Her ass was big enough to envelop my whole head. It shoved my neck into the seat. I suddenly realized there was some sort of cushion or pillow under my neck, and it didn't hurt me. Was that there before? Her poop spread across my entire face, squishing up to the top of my cheeks under my eyes and dripping off of my jaw into the stew below.
I couldn't breathe.
"Wanna breathe?" she asked. "Wanna breathe?"
I tried to beg. "Please, please, get up! I want to breathe!" But it just came out as muffled cries.
"Sniff my shit up."
BRGGLAAAP. More disgusting shit on my face.
"Sniff it through your nose. Get it in your lungs. That'll make sure you never stop smelling me." BGLRRRRPL.
I tried to protest more, but it was still muffled.
"Go on," she said. "Snort it like it's fucking cocaine."
I'd done a marvelous job of not gagging so far (probably because of the pills), but the thought of sniffing her feces into my lungs got me going again.
"No? Don't want to?" she taunted me. She raised her ass off me. "Then lick my fucking ass."
She was back to her original position. Her enormous butt seemed to tower above me, ready to spit out more shit, like it had defeated me. And it had.
Reluctantly, I stuck out my tongue and started to lick.
She laughed, triumphant. "I knew I'd 'crack' you. Get it? Crack?" she laughed, pushing her ass down with every phrase. Her asshole slammed my tongue in. I inadvertently rimmed her. I retched.
"Damn, I'm gonna need to find better pills," she said. "Keep fucking licking."
I got to work then, lapping the shit from around her hole. I couldn't believe how disgusted I was. She moaned in pleasure. I remembered back when I used to make her moan and it was the most incredible sound I'd ever heard. Now it just made me feel even more revolted.
"Swallow it down," she said. "Ever swallowed shit before?" She didn't know that Annah had just shit in my mouth minutes prior.
I kept going, trying to block out what I was doing. To look at it from a glass half full of diarrhea perspective, at least her disgusting sharts had blocked up my nose and I couldn't taste what I was gulping down. She laughed and laughed the whole time, at least when she wasn't moaning like she was getting some fucked up pleasure out of this. Who knows. Maybe she was.
Eventually I had it. Her ass started out smeared with shit everywhere and ended completely clean. I'd been going for at least ten minutes straight. My face was covered in shit, but at least I was done. She'd let me go now.
"I'm done," I said.
She reached a finger back and dragged it across her hairless asshole. She looked at it. As clean as if she'd just had a bath. Ironic, as if she didn't have a bath sitting right next to her.
"Good job," she said, actually seeming somewhat satisfied. "You really got me clean."
She started to rise up off me, finally removing her heavy body from my face-
BLLLGRRRRBRBLLLLRRRRRGGRRRLLLLLRBT
The shit dripped onto my chest.
"No! Why did you-" I started.
"Hold on, wait..." she cut me off.
GLRRRRBLRLRLRRGBRLLLRRRRRRTTTTTTT
PPPTTTTTTTTT-T-T-T-T-T-T
Her last shart almost sounded dry, but it wasn't. Every little pop shoved out another bit of poop. It was turning from soft liquid to little bits of solid shit.
"Whoooooops," she carelessly called. "Guess you have to do it again."
"You fucking b-" I started, before she lowered her ass all the way back down, squishing her shit all over my face again.
PART 4 – Tub
Licking her sharting ass for minutes on end was hell beyond comprehension. Eventually I found myself coughing and gagging, kneeling on the bathroom floor. Erica ignored me entirely and flushed the toilet. Three times in a row I licked her butt clean of sharts and every time I finished she'd just let them loose again with not a care in the world but an evident smirk of amusement. Sitting there on the floor, I began to think she was finally done.
She briskly walked over to the bathtub and cranked the knob, sending a stream of water from the shower head to the bottom of the tub.
"Take off your clothes," she demanded. "Get in and wash off your face."
I didn't have it in me to do anything but obey. Shaking, I stumbled to my feet, took off my clothes, and clambered into the shower. The freezing water made me recoil, but I was able to recover and I rinsed the shit off of my face slowly. There was a pillow in the bathtub. Huh. As it all went down the drain, Erica reached over and switched it from showerhead to faucet, set the water to hot, and plugged the tub.
"Lie down," she told me. "Now."
I did so slowly. What was next?
Erica lifted up her leg like she was cocking a gun, and spurted out a long, wet ass blast into the room.
SPRKKKRKKKRRRRERRUURT
It already smelled like the depths of hell, but that rank fart would have killed a field of roses had one been around. She looked down at me and stepped into the bathtub, standing over me. Before I could react, she pivoted and shoved her entire body onto my face. While I fit easily into the tub, her body rubbed together with the sides of it. Without the pillow for a cushion, I felt like I might have been crushed entirely by her. Her overfilled cheeks slid down the sides of my head, ensnaring my face in a buttcrack that should legally have been considered a weapon of mass destruction. She slid around on my face, the sweat and ass juice smearing all over, until my mouth was flush with her butthole.
BRRRRRBLLLRLLLRT
As soon as it was, she unleashed a demonic fart into my mouth. I coughed and twisted, but couldn't even close to escape. She lifted up her legs a bit, letting all of her weight fall onto my head, punishing me for moving. I tried to scream, but she only positioned her butthole over my open mouth.
Then the water rose past my head.
My body instantly went into panic mode. I struggled and bucked. Her enormous girth kept me steadily in place, though, forcing me to stay still. And I was operating off full survival instincts. My monkey brain was screaming at me that I was underwater and not in control of my own breathing, and would drown soon. The water pushing against my nose wasn't helping. But still she sat, and soon my struggles waned once more.
It was undeniable at this point that she'd gained weight, a lot more than I'd thought she had during the earlier torture, enough to keep me down despite a fight for survival. I was once again subject to her body; her lowest and most disgusting part subjugating my vital breathing organs, her digestive system commanding my respiratory system. And oh, it was a system she certainly planned to abuse. As if to remind me, her bowels jumped and churned above me. The rumble sound gained a unique timbre as it was conducted by not air but water, pulsing in my ears to herald the arrival of her next assault.
The gurgle reached its apex with the trademark muffled "ouubb" of gas filling a rectum, from her the sound of a reload, and she fired her deadly machine gun.
PPPB-PPB-BP-PT-TP-TRT-PRT-P-P-P-P
She let loose a thick, juicy, ripping fart into my open mouth, assaulting my tongue with her vile stench. With no other air available to me, I had no choice but to suck it down my throat like it was keeping me alive - which, from a certain perspective, it may just have been.
She started saying something to me, but all her words were wasted. Though I was preoccupied with my fight for survival with her enormous behind as my lungs filled with her toxic gases, she had overestimated the acuity of sound to travel through even the calmest of waters. Assumedly it was something to the effect of what I had realized well enough on my own - her farts were my only air.
Left with no other choice, I breathed out through my nose. The carbon dioxide bubbled up through the bathtub and burst onto the water's surface, causing Erica to start laughing and laughing at my predicament. The motion caused her to bounce up and down on my face, which wasn't the most pleasant of additions to my predicament, and it caused her to start uncontrollably spitting out hot farts into my mouth. The sulfuric, fecal taste was torturous, but I was terrified to think what would happen if I gagged. Did she still care about me enough to keep me from drowning, or had our breakup sapped what emotions she had for me to the point that she'd let me experience the world's most humiliating death: drowning under a fat girl's huge butt in a bathtub, lungs filled with fart air? It chilled me to know that, seeing how she'd been treating me so far, she really might not care. At one point in time I'd adored the ass above me, now it was an instrument of my torment.
BRRRBRMMBBMBRPPBRMBPPPRPPRP
She cut another huge one, a several-second ripper starting out low and rumbly and ending sharp and spitting. I sucked it in greedily despite its foul taste, as even with the ample air she was providing me from her digestive tract, the oxygen wasn't cutting it.
But she certainly was cutting it - several in fact. She loosed more and more gross bombs into my unwillingly waiting receptacle of a mouth as the minutes ran together, bleeding into each other. I kept breathing out through my nose as, independent of the water, my head began to swim.
She dropped fart after fart, little pffts and purts, one after the other, feeding me what little oxygen I could take from them. Their gross taste stuck on my tongue, disgusting my senses. Finally, I was certain that this was my end. Oxygen deprivation would take me out real soon, and after that there was no way I'd be able to keep from breathing in the water and drowning. Goodbye, cruel world. What a way to go.
And then, with all the frivolity and flippant manner of one taking a regular bath with nothing abnormal about it, she was off my head. Acting entirely on instinct, my body propelled itself up on its own and gasped in air.
"Alright, I think I'm out of gas," she said, before another big gurgle slammed down in her lower body. "Ooh, god, nevermind," she amended, slamming down her big dripping butt onto the toilet and letting out a crackling messy blast, before starting to push out the enormous turd that had no doubt been brewing in her belly this whole time.
"Be glad I'm not making you sniff this up," she remarked to me as I gaped at her, unable to comprehend how superficially she'd just treated my torture. But that was all she had time to say, as hyperventilating after having been deprived of air was all my conscious brain had left in it to do. Yet again, I fainted.
I was unconscious before I hit the floor.