To your horror, Samantha lowered you back down to her massive butt. What’s wore is that her other hand came down and worked its way into the top of her crack until she was able to pull out her stringy thong, the white fabric looking stained yellow and brown the deeper down it went.
“You’re going to learn to love every part of me, even more then your precious Emma. Sense you are already acquainted with my beautiful butt, I think you should spend some more time getting to know it even better; I’m sure you two will become absolutely inseparable friends. And once you’ve become good enough friends, maybe I’ll introduce you to another friend later.” Her suggestive tone terrified you.
This was worse than anything you had gone through before. Sure, there were some close calls, but nobody had ever gone so far as to actually kidnap you! And you had been extremely lucky not to be used in the way that Samantha was no doubt planning!
You scream as you are slowly brought down to her butt, a faint smell reminding you of earlier when she had first sat on you. “Ugg! How dare you scream like that when I’m letting you cop-a-feel like this. You should be grateful to have unlimited access to something so fine. So just shup up!!!” with that, you are jammed headfirst into her booty without the slightest care.
Her manicured fingers stuff you down like a stubborn hanky, poking and prodding at you incessantly as you were pressed ever deeper into her clenched crack. It wasn’t so bad at the top, just crushingly tight thanks to her anger and frustration. But soon it grew increasingly hot and smelly, droplets of sweat from a long day becoming more numerus. Samantha didn’t stop until she felt your face hit the most sensitive part of her booty.
The stench was a an all time high, and you weren’t sure the wetness around you was all just sweat. Your face was shoved up against a slimy, wrinkled wall that seemed to ooze foulness, an insistent finger smothering you into a particularly large and greasy fold. The darkness became absolute as the hand left, the still clenched cheeks collapsing inward to pin you in place.
Then came the thong. Though it was mostly just some string and a bit of fabric, it was more than enough to slide in and cover your whole body. You realized with horror, that the fabric was made of white latex, not only hiding you from sight even if someone were to look, but also stretching and conforming around your partially flattened form. And it didn’t breathe at all.
A thoughtful hum resonated from above, the wrinkles around your face vibrating ever so slightly from the sound. “you feel good in there, better than I was expecting.” Everything moved and became even tighter when Samantha turned and bent down almost in half as she looked back in the dressing room mirror. “Ha! I can’t even tell that your there from the outside.” Her eyes locked on that little strip of white that was just visible between her somewhat spread cheeks.
Then she frowned a little, standing back up. “But I forgot that I wore latex today. Thought I was going to have some fun later, but my date stood me up, said she wasn’t ready for the level of commitment going to a wedding suggested. Whatever, now I have a new date!” she clenched her glutes to punctuate her claim, squashing you against her horrendous hole.
“But I’m still wearing latex and that doesn’t let in a lot of air… Are you even breathing down there?” she asked in curiosity, not concern. You didn’t move. You hoped that if she thought you were suffocating, then she’d let you out again. You were actually in some danger, you could go a long while with minimal air, years of unfortunate experience had taught you that, but this latex really limited the amount of air you had access to and it would eventually run out. This really was one of the worst ways you had thought you might die; you’d had nightmares about this sort of thing all your life.
“Oh, I know!” then everything clenched up again, crushing you into the oily hole as it stated to quiver ominously. You tried to squirm away, but you were completely trapped, face practically buried into the fowl orphic. Then it bulged outward a bit, and you knew what was coming, tears streaming through your already ruined make-up.
A blast of scorching hot air burst through, the wrinkled wall opening up to release the thundering torrents directly onto your poor body. Your dress rippled and tore, exposed skin baked under the burning on slot. Your styled hair came apart and fluttered behind your head, eyes closed tight against the buffeting winds. Then there was the smell, it was an indescribable wall of something from hell itself. The grotesque air forced its way into your nose, past your mouth, and down your throat to fill your lungs and stomach past the braking point.
When it all finally stopped, just a minute or so later, you were left stunned, mind a little hazy for a few seconds. Samantha on the other hand, felt quite satisfied. She was surprised that she didn’t hear that little toot at all, sure she’d clenched her cheeks to help muffle it, but there was nothing! She realized that you made a great fart muffler, how convenient! She also noticed that there seemed to be a more noticeable bulge between her cheeks. It wasn’t noticeable visibly, but she definitely felt a slight difference. Figuring it was some sort of air bubble and that she’d succeeded in giving you air, Samantha decided to head back to the others.
Little did she know, but you were that air bubble she felt. The fumes that had forced their way inside you were now trapped, causing your body to become slightly inflated. You still looked normal, just stockier and less curvy. But, because of you couldn’t be flattened like before, your already limited space became even more so. Your face was completely wedged into her wrinkled hole, right at the center, preventing you from possibly releasing the pent-up gas inside you.
You wanted to scream at this horrifying indignity, but you couldn’t open your mouth, couldn’t move, technically couldn’t even breath! But, thanks to the disgusting air trapped inside you, you wouldn’t suffocate any time soon. Your hyper-efficient body was slowly working to process that barely breathable air, keeping you alive even under the worst circumstances.
As Samantha started walking, her flexing glutes pushed and pummeled your little body. Every step squashed you from side to side, but not enough to really move you, not enough to give you any hope at freedom. You could hear as Samantha rejoined the others, talking to your beloved Emma. Consoling her as if she wasn’t the one responsible for all her misery. All you could do was join Emma in her weeping. You were so close, but you might as well be a world away.
The humiliation of your situation got even worse as, while Samantha was shifting in the hard seat she’d taken, the odorous air she’d blasted into you started working its way out of your system. Each time Samantha would cross and uncross her legs, the sifting pressure on you would cause your body to squeeze out a tinny fart of your own. Little by little, your body deflated. Samantha’s farts were being reused by you; you had become nothing but an extra step in her bodily functions. And when Samantha felt the little air bubble disappear from her butt, when you could finally pull your face out of the outer entrance to her horrid hole, she quickly pushed out another toot to refill your air supply. You don’t know how long this prosses repeated itself, but Samantha never let you stay deflated long; at least she was attentive to you…. Right?
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