By: Notmania
Duchesses Melissa and Fiona were on a trip to the country’s shore for their annual vacation at the beach, excited to spend a whole week in a sunny paradise, relaxing and partaking in various beachside activities. Their newly hired carriage driver Vincent was a bit less excited however, as the long distance drive was a rather daunting task for someone as young and inexperienced as him. Regardless, he was up to the task, having a lot to prove.
After several hours of riding through the country, the sun set, which meant that Vincent had to stop at an inn for the night, both because he was getting kind of tired and because it would be dangerous to continue driving at night.
Unfortunately, the inn they stopped at only had one room available, and said room only had one bed. It was admittedly a large bed, having at least enough room for the two plump young duchesses, but Vincent doubted that there’d be any room for him.
“Only one bed, huh? Well it might be a bit of a tight squeeze, but I’m sure all of us could fit.” Fiona said as she looked at the bed.
“No it’s fine, I can sleep on the floor.” Vincent offered wholeheartedly, fine with sacrificing his comfort for the two duchesses.
“Nonsense! We can’t have you sleeping on the floor! That would be way too uncomfortable!” Melissa replied in disagreement, not wanting to leave Vincent sleeping on the hard wooden floor for the night.
“Besides, you’re so tiny that it would hardly make a difference.” Fiona added in a teasing tone, taking note of how much smaller the boy was than either her or her sister.
“No, please. It’s fine.” Vincent insisted, a bit uncomfortable with the idea of sharing a bed with two girls.
“But how would I sleep knowing my loyal servant is sleeping on the hard floor though?” Melissa asked, with her kind hearted nature not letting her take no for an answer, regardless of how much the boy insisted on arguing.
“I- yes ma'am.” the boy caved, crawling into the bed, with the two women immediately following by laying beside him. Both ended up facing away from him, which resulted in his body getting squished between both of their large rears, a position that was just as uncomfortable as he imagined.
“See, this isn’t so bad, is it?” Fiona commented, not realizing that she was partially crushing her servant with her body. However with Vincent being too shy to speak up, he decided that he just had to deal with it.
After getting a bit comfortable, Melissa reached for the lamp to turn out the light, followed by her pulling up the covers. As she couldn’t really see what she was doing however, she accidentally pulled the blanket over Vincent’s face as his shorter body placed him a bit lower on the bed, and as his arms were both stuck under the two women and he was still a bit too shy to comment on this issue, he wasn’t quite able to fix his position, and instead had no choice but to hope for the best.
The two duchesses fell asleep in a matter of minutes, but Vincent didn’t have this luxury as he was stuck in a rather uncomfortable situation that made sleeping a bit more difficult for him. He knew something like this would have happened the moment the idea was suggested, and immediately he longed for the floor, which somehow seemed more comfortable than the bed he was stuck in.
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Suddenly one of the ladies farted, instantly filling the covers with her gas. Vincent wanted to scream as his airspace was filled with stink, but he figured it would be rude to wake the women up, so like usual he stayed silent, desperately hoping that this wouldn’t be a common occurrence throughout the night.
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Unfortunately, Vincent was quickly proven wrong as the two women continued letting out their gas as they blissfully slept, completely unaware of the suffering they were accidentally putting their servant through during their slumber. Still, Vincent tried to stay composed and did his best to endure the smell.
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On top of near constant gas, the pair of ladies shuffled around quite a bit during their sleep, which mostly consisted of them pushing their backsides further up against the young man as well as nearly rolling onto him. His one saving grace from getting completely trapped under one of their bodies being the fact that any time one of the girls got close to rolling over him, the other girl’s body would end up blocking it.
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As their shuffling continued, Vincent eventually found his body slowly getting pushed deeper and deeper into the covers somehow, with his face approaching their fat, smelly asses. Once again, the young servant wanted to panic, but his manners of course got the best of him, so rather than struggle, all he could do was accept his fate as his head ended up trapped between their massive cheeks. Admittedly, the fabric of the two duchesses’ gowns were quite soft, and their backsides were both pretty plush, but the smell down there was unbearable and the smothering weight of the two bodies just made things worse.
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Naturally, the constant bursts of gas continued, and with his face now at level with the pair of asses, poor Vincent was now in the worst possible position to deal with their gassy butts. Worse still, his face was completely sandwiched between two plump cheeks, so at this point he couldn’t even scream if he wanted to. Instead, all he could do was cry to himself and hope to eventually pass out for the night.
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Several smothering, gas-filled hours passed by, but eventually Vincent somehow managed to fall asleep. Unfortunately, most of the night had already passed by the time he did so, and his sleeping was cut off by the two duchesses once morning came, who were completely both unaware of just how rough the night was for him.
“Oh my, were you down there all night? How’d you even get down there anyways?” Melissa asked Vincent as she noticed him buried beneath the covers, quite amused to find his face pressed into both her and her sister’s backsides.
“Well I hope it was comfy down there! I mean you did have quite a lot of cushioning at least!” Fiona added as she playfully wiggled her rear in Vincent’s face, unintentionally wafting a bit of leftover fart smell onto him.
Vincent was far too embarrassed and disgusted to even respond to the two ladies’ comments, instead taking the opportunity to crawl out of the bed and wash his face off in the room’s bathroom, trying to clean off the stink of a night’s worth of farts before they hit the road, hoping that he’d eventually end up forgetting this whole night happened.