From your spot taped to the wall, you watched your giantess Boss sat across the room on the couch, drinking coffee as she watched TV, feet up on the coffee table. She wasn't paying a single bit of attention to you, as you had no choice but to just languish in your tape restraint. Despite your best efforts, you were simply too small and weak to shift the tape binding you to the wall a single inch.
Why did you have to bite her last night? All you had to do was endure a little bit more time used as the cruel woman's sex toy, and then you wouldn't be in the deplorable situation you found yourself in.
The blue-haired woman stood up from the couch, her glare laser-focused on you as she swaggered over to you, a sneer curling her lips.
"P-please Boss," you gasped weakly, begging for her not to do what you knew she had in mind.
Instead of answering, she reached you and turned around, presenting her giant, thick ass clad in tightly-clinging black leggings, accentuating her toned, curvy figure.
'Here we go again,' you thought. There was a reason she'd taped you at ass height.
She thrusted her booty back into the wall, her monstrous rear engulfing your tiny, shrunken figure, compressing you tighter as she smothered you in darkness. It didn't take long for an ominous rumble you knew far too well by this point to start up.
BBBBBWWWWWWPPPPBBTTTTTTTT
You screamed as the thick fog of her fart boomed out of her juicy rear to envelop you in her reeking butt fumes. Outside of your gassy ass prison, you could hear the distant echoes of Sasha cackling, sneering for you to "choke on that, bitch."
As she kept her smelly ass pressed against the wall and preventing you from clearing your lungs with clean air, you had no choice but to inhale the rotten air from her butt. Like all the ones that had come before it, the gas was raunchy. Worse still, the Boss shook her hips, rubbing her stinking rear and the smell it had produced harder into your tiny body.
She finally stopped and pushed off the wall, going right back to ignoring you as she sauntered off to the adjacent kitchen, that terrifying rear shaking and jiggling with every step. You coughed the fetid butt belch back out of your lungs, your eyes watering from the toxic stench hanging around the area like a malevolent gas cloud.
That was how your whole day had gone so far. Any time Sasha had needed to pass gas, she'd gotten up and pushed her booty up against you before unleashing hell in the form of rotten wind upon you. It had felt like you'd been taped to the wall for an eternity of torment, as penance for daring to rebel against your Boss. You already felt you had paid for it dearly, pleading with Sasha to untape you, promising that you'd learned your lesson. Yet, the evil Blueprint was having none of it, yelling at you to stop whining "like a little bitch," telling you that you were going to suffer in her gas for a whole day, no matter how many times you begged.
It had surely been hours by this point. Your nose burned from all the spicy gas you had unhappily inhaled, and your muscles were aching to be stretched. Whenever your Boss had decided you'd served your punishment, you were going to do whatever she demanded of you, and not dare fight back again.
You were surprised to hear footsteps approaching you again. Your glassy eyes refocused to see your sadistic owner crouching down to be eye level, her nose scrunching up on the smell of her own farts still surrounding you.
"Boss....please...I don't think I can take any more...." you pleaded weakly. To your surprise, you watched a little smile curve your lips.
"Aww, had enough, my pathetic little toy?" she asked, her voice suspiciously sweet. You watched her tuck a strand of blue hair behind her ear, before her expression shifted into a fierce sneer and she opened her gaping maw of a mouth, leaning in closer towards you.
BBBBBUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!
You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and turning your head as the monstrous belch continued to buffet into you, the force whipping your hair around, as the rotten air washed over you like a tidal wave of rancidity.
Once she was finished burping at you, the evil blue-haired woman exhaled forcefully like blowing smoke from a recently-fired gun before grinning.
"Oh man, that feels better," she exclaimed with a pat of her bloated stomach. "But its all worth it to put you in your place."
As you expected, she straightened back up and sauntered away, leaving you to stew in the insidious stench surrounding you.
The smell torture was really leaving you weak by this point. If Sasha wasn't farting on you, she was burping on you. You had no idea such a physically gorgeous woman could be so gross, much less revel in how she was using her gas as a weapon to make you suffer.
With any luck, this would be the one and only session you'd endure.
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Several hours later, you'd taken plenty more gas blasts from both ends. By this point, you were barely hanging on, feeling incredibly groggy, your head swimming, your brow covered in sweat.
As you heard the depraved giantess step closer to you once again, you readied yourself to take yet another giant fart or belch, not bothering to even try begging for her to stop by this point.
You were taken completely by surprise as Sasha instead peeled the tape off the wall and yourself, holding out her other hand to let you fall into. As much as you wanted to fall asleep from your exhausting ordeal, you forced yourself to stay awake as your owner brought her palm up and sneered down at you.
"You better have learned your lesson, little bitch," she snapped.
"I have, Boss," you wheezed pitifully weakly. "I promise."
"Good. About time I broke you in. Now you know to never disobey your Boss, unless you want a repeat of today. Hell, next time I'll get Bayley involved." She paused to grin at the way your face widened in terror. "Oh, you really don't like that idea, do you?"
You really did not. If Sasha's thick but much smaller ass could produce such horrendous smells, you didn't want to find out what Bayley's colossal booty was capable of.
"No, Boss," you shook your head frantically.
"Then don't fucking give me a reason to, you got it? Do I make myself clear?!" she snapped.
"Yes, Boss," you nodded submissively.
"Good," she grinned. "Now, I'm going to take you for a shower, where I'm going to use you to fuck myself. And if I hear any whining or you dare fucking bite me again, I'll change our plans to a gym session where I'll use you as my sweat rag. It's your choice."
Without waiting for you to respond, she started off in the direction of the bathroom. She'd made her threat perfectly clear, now your fate was in her uncaring hands.
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