Chloe's eyes widened in horror. The giant redhead was going to sit on the box and fart with them inside of it. Her gelatinous ass grew enormous as it approached, nearly blocking out the overhead lights. Amy's hands gripped her two underwear-clad cheeks, spreading them apart as she explained the game.
"The rules are really simple: First one to throw up loses."
She finished sitting on the box, pressing her ass directly against the lid. After that she shimmied her butt around to get comfortable, shaking the contents inside as she wedged the surface between her cheeks. Her hands tugged at her thick globes some more, making sure to really spread that booty so that the only thing standing between the lid and her asshole was her cute panties. One of the girls screamed in terror as the continental ass leaned in. Amy's hips were so wide and plump that most of her butt was hanging off the sides of the box. The plastic shelter was dimly lit beneath her butt, but Trish used the light on her phone to show to the camera the poor shrunken people inside.
Amy felt a pressurized gas bubble gurgle inside her. She grinned and cheerfully warned the trapped contestants about the hell she was about to unleash.
"I feel a good one coming! Get ready! Three... Two... On-"
The fart interrupted her countdown before it was finished. Blaring hot swirling fumes filled the box, fresh from her colon. Amy's ass rumbled as the fart blasted out, vibrating the plastic box it was sitting on. All the contestants ears hurt from how loud it was. The gruesome gas surrounded them, heating up the small chamber with its sweltering odor. Amy's shoulders dropped in relief from letting that monster out.
"Mmmmm... That feels really good. Make sure you all breath it in deeply."
After the noxious bomb tapered off she got off the box and Trish covered the air holes with duct tape. The atrocious smell was trapped inside with Chloe and the rest of them, and it was only a matter of time until someone threw up. As hard as any of them tried to initially hold their breath, the starting blast that Amy let out was such an Earth-shaking ordeal that all of them were knocked off their feet. Everyone was now coughing and spitting, trying anything to get the wretched stink out of their lungs. Chloe gasped for fresh air that wouldn't come, the only thing she could breathe was Amy's rank ass fart. Tears watered up from her eyes, even in the worst of times the girl had never smelled anything so bad. Just what the hell did this girl eat to make her farts stink so much?!
The thick shit-smelling atmosphere wouldn't let up. Trish held the camera close, making sure to capture every moment of torment. A few people were rolling around, some screamed, but one guy just couldn't take it. He was a large man with glasses, but he always had a weak stomach. He tried covering his mouth with both hands but the vomit still found its way out.
"Oh! One of them popped!" Trish cheered.
"Already? Jeez, talk about weak." Amy commented. "Well, open it up I guess."
"Roger!" Trish said, lifting the lid off the box.
The stuffy fumes rose up, lifting off the people inside like a great weight off their shoulders. Everyone breathed their first breath of fresh air in minutes. It still smelled horrible and like farts, but it wasn't the concentrated miasma they had to deal with beforehand. Everyone was relieved but one, the guy who threw up. He was still on his knees and shaking with dread.
A giant pair of fingers came down and plucked him off the floor. Amy clutched him with a grin and pulled back her panties. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, pleading for someone to save him.
"Sorry, but you lost" the redhead taunted, her ass crack growing in his view. "Which means you're the first one who gets punished!"
Her forefinger and thumb separated, dropping the tiny man into her underwear. His screams grew more distant as he fell into her bountiful backside, tickling Amy as he went down. The other contestants, terrified as they were, couldn't look away. For all they knew they could be next. Amy grabbed her butt with her hands and poked her fingers around the middle. Soon they locked on to the guy and pushed him deeper. Through the panties her powerful fingers pressed down on his body, driving him into the sweltering hell of her buttocks. On the outside, Chloe couldn't see or hear him anymore. Without warning Amy's asshole let out a huge fart, presumably directly on the tiny man. Chloe and the others flinched in unison, the boisterous noise sounded wet. The back of Amy's panties got a little stain on them, but the majority of the filth was absorbed by the guy in her ass. When she pulled him out everyone could see, he was dripping with anal slime and limp from exhaustion. Amy handed the poor person over to Trish who was waiting for him.
"Your punishment isn't over yet! You're staying in here now." she said, presenting her bare butt.
Weakly the guy struggled, wriggling around in her hand, but it was useless. Unceremoniously Trish stuffed his face into her asshole, rubbing him around in good before pushing him all the way inside. Her index finger went with him, making sure he was packed deep into her tight sloppy tunnel. Within seconds the guy had been devoured by her ass, and was out of the game. Chloe was fixed on the monumental butt moving in front of her. It had eaten the man so easily, if that was her she would be stuck in there. Trish's tight pucker flexed like a giant pair of lips smacking themselves clean.
"Did you see that everyone? That's what will happen to you if you don't win the game. Anyone who doesn't participate or tries to leave will also be punished too. Let's all do our best okay?" Amy said.
"Yeah, you don't wanna get sent up my ass." Trish added. "If I have to fart I'm gonna hold it in."
Collectively the group understood. They were all fucked. Somehow they ended up in this bizarre situation, and the only way out was endure the brutal asses of these hot girls. An icy cold chill was creeping into Chloe's heart. One wrong move and that screaming man will be her next. She clenched her fists, both in determination and fear. She had to keep herself from losing, no matter what.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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