"I've got one," Kim thought in elation, "I've finally got one!"
Kimiko, or Kim, had always wanted a man all to herself. Unfortunately, they were incredibly rare around these parts, and the few that managed to stumble into their mansion were quickly scooped up by other women and subjugated to whatever deviant desire popped into their heads. Those girls were so greedy too. They never shared their prizes. In the 35 years she'd lived here, she'd never encountered a man. But now she had one all to herself, she could see why! To have something so weak and pathetic all to herself was ecstasy! And now he was squirming, deep within her bowels. And to think the poor little fool had just barged right into her home?
Though muffled by her layers of fat, Kim was still able to hear your pitiful cries for mercy.
"Please! Please let me out!"
"What's the matter?" Kim asked, smiling. "Do you need some fresh air? Don't worry, I can make you all the air you'll ever need!" Kim's belly gurgled just before she released a mighty fart.
PPPPPFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRTTTTTTT!
Kim laughed and clapped her hands as she felt her new toy writhe in horror inside her rectum.
"I hope you like it, because that's the only air you'll ever breathe again."
"Please... Let me go..."
"Hmmmm," Kim said as she faked thinking it over. "Nah!"
PFFFT!
Kim giggled as your struggles increased. She got dressed, putting back on her black tank top and grabbing a gray pair of XXXXXX-tra large sweatpants. She plopped down in an enormous recliner capable of withstanding her girth and kicked up her feet up. She sighed contentedly, letting loose fart after fart as you tried in vain to free yourself. It was just as great as she imagined!
"You know something, slave?" she asked. "Ever since I could remember, my deepest desire was to find a pathetic little worm of a man--like you--and shove him deep inside my ass. I'd spend my days going to work, going to the club and the gym, hanging out with friends, watching TV, sleeping, and all the while I'd feel him trapped helplessly within me. Everywhere I'd go, he'd be with me, forced to breath my farts for his air, forced to eat my... well, you know, for food. He would live inside me... forever."
"Forever?!" you sobbed.
"It's a silly dream, I know," she sighed. "A person can't survive in another's ass. You'll probably be dead in a couple of days. But at least those days will be the happiest of my life."
You were terrified! She just admitted that she'd leave you to die within her ass and she said it so casually! You weren't a person to her, you were a toy, and when she broke you, she wouldn't even feel guilty about it! This realization filled you with new terror, and you tried harder and harder to escape, your arms and legs still bounded, your body still embedded in her rectal walls. Your new struggles set Kim to moaning, and she let loose more farts in response, each one more retched to you than the last.
Kim laid back completely in the chair, and closed her eyes, smiling.
Her last thought before she drifted off to sleep was, "I wish this could last forever."
Amazingly, it did not end there. The next day Kim awoke and went about her daily routine. She'd hang out with friend and tell them all about you. They'd eat and pass gas, and she enjoyed your feeble attempts to break free. Days past. Then a week. Then a month. And you were still alive! Kim couldn't believe it! Her dream had come true! However impossible it seemed, you were able to survive inside her! After realizing this, Kim was walking on cloud nine. She had never been so happy in her entire life!
Meanwhile, you had never been so miserable. It was just as she said. You lived within her as she went through her daily life, causing immeasurable happiness as she passed fart after fart onto you. The air was pungent and foul. Darkness encompassed you. You could hear Kim happily going about her business, and even though you screamed for help, Kim and the women outside would merely laugh at your screams and compliment Kim on her luck in finding you. The ropes she had tied your arms and legs with had eroded, you were still trapped just as securely within her rectum as you had been the first moment she had plunged you into her dark abyss. You had even before forced to eat her waste to survive, just as she predicted. It was pure, unending, hell.
And on this treatment went, until one day...
A bassy fart awoken you from your fitful slumber. You hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in who knows how long. Time had lost all meaning to you. Suddenly, you heard Kim's voice outside, and she was talking directly to you.
"Happy Ass-iversary!" she said in a sing-song voice.
"What?" you asked, your voice hoarse.
"Our Ass-iversary! It's been one year today that you and I became BFFs! Butt Friends Forever!"
"An entire year," you said in disbelief.
"Yup!" she said. "One whole year and still going strong! To think, your friends, your family, they've probably all moved on with their lives by now. Sure they probably felt sad at first, but now they just think you're dead! They'll never know you'll be spending eternity within my bowels! It's kinda funny when you think about it," she said.
"Funny... Funny?!"
Your friends, your family, everyone you loved, they would never see you again, never know what happened to you. You'd be stuck within the titatnic ass of this monstrous bitch forever! And to think, it never would've happened if you hadn't accepted that stupid dare from your friend. As you had done countless times over the past year, you began to sob inconsolably.
Kim giggled as she heard you. Your misery meant everything to her. She decided to respond in her accustomed manner.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
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