Erin's New Gaming Chair
by 101isverycool

Peering in to the dark abyss, I saw a hunched figure. A figure that I previously knew as my roommate, Erin. She sat with a hoodie and a blanket on, and her feet crossed in the chair. The uninitiated would have assumed it was just a pile of fuzzy blankets stacked in the chair, but I knew better.

“Hey Erin… you good?”

 

In response a thumbs up shot out from under the fuzzy blanket, I guess I got my answer…

——————————

Living in a small off-campus apartment was normally an adjustment for most folks. MOST, I was not most, life had been easy since moving away. I was blessed with Erin, a relatively shy and reserved bio-med student. She kept the sink clean, the rent payed, and most importantly, never invited annoying friends, what more could I ask for? We were pretty tight knit, as far as shy college roommates goes. We had weekly movie nights with some of her friends, she would help me with any science homework and I with any of her English homework. Acquaintances going on friends was probably the title I would use. Although she would rub up against me during the tutoring sessions… and the movies, but that’s just normal college kid stuff I’m sure.

 

However the past month had been… weird… to say the least. Erin left her room maybe 2 or 3 times the entire week, and those were only to go to class and the other to throw confetti when the New Year rolled around. The formerly clean apartment had slowly started deteriorating at the seams. It started with the dishes, then it moved to the grimy floors, and finally, an odd, funky odor leaking its way out of Erin’s, always shut door.

 

I had heard her yell late into the evenings about something missing or whatever, but it was normally far past my bedtime when she did this. Erin had been a pretty excellent roommate so far, to the point her absence was sorely noticed, so I figured she had earned some time off with her new winter break obsession.

 

It was only when she missed our 3rd scheduled movie night did things start to infuriate me. From there the decent was rapid. It started with me leaving dust piles outside of her door as retribution for all the missed cleaning, and even escalated into a screaming match through the door. It was this match that brings me to the present day, and my genius plan.

 

I knew my roommate had a weakness, one I was going to exploit. Using the trusty microwave, I heated up two of her favorite spicy breakfast burritos (despite it being nearly nine at night) in an attempt to lure her out of her sanctum.

 

——-

 

“Erin! I made some burritos, wanna split em?”

 

A grunt, a groan, and then finally a sigh of acceptance filled my ears as I heard the sound of Erin arising from her catatonic state. I watched the door to her room fly open, allowing me a peek at the carnage left in her wake. Empty takeout boxes scattered the floor, alongside a massive pile of dirty clothes on the floor. There were way more days she has spent encamped than clothes on the floor which meant many of these had pulled double, triple, and even quadruple shifts.

 

However the more pressing sight was Erin. Large bags hung under her eyes as she rubbed them from the harsh florescent kitchen lights. My roommate had always been a little chubby in all the right places, a fact pretty much everyone but me had noticed until now. Her wide hips filled out a pair of loosely fitting cotton running shorts. The curves continued all the way up to her slightly distended belly and her above average bosom that was fighting hard against a stained white tank top.

 

She barely even acknowledged my presence and moved past me to acquire herself dinner (or breakfast?) and move back to her room. But I was quicker than her, by the time she had closed the door and locked it I was already sat on her bed, giving her quite the surprise.

 

“Erin, we need to talk. It’s serious”

 

She looked at me quizzically

 

“Talk? Talk about what…”

 

“You know…”

 

I motion to the room around her, it’s a disaster. And it reeks…

 

“…Erin you haven’t done a single chore in weeks. This is getting kinda absurd.”

 

“I’m on break Alex, I can do whatever I want”

 

I looked a little miffed to be honest, how could she say that to my face knowing the chores she had dumped on me?

 

“All im asking Erin is a few minutes for you just to pick up some slack before the semester begins”

 

She looked wholly unimpressed

 

“Please? Just the dishes at least?”

 

I watch Erin flip her blonde hair back and sit down wordlessly on her chair. The chair creaks for a moment under the weight, or more likely the stress of constant use. The longer I stay in her room the worse the smell gets. My nose starts to detect the subtle hints of foot funk mixed with day old BO, and leftover Indian takeout food.

 

“The doors that way Alex, we can chat about this later.”

 

I was stunned, I watched her boot up her PC with my jaw dropped nearly to the floor. The sounds of a game loading caught me off guard. I watched her select some weird game with a 3 in it and put her headphones on once more without a care in the world.

 

I watched for a moment as she clicked around on her screen, each click increasing my blood pressure. After only a few minutes I was furious. This? THIS is what she had been doing for 4 weeks? She ditched all the chores for some point and click bullshit?

 

Inconsolable and enraged, I stood up and put both my hands on her shoulders, rolling her chair as far back as possible

 

“AH! What the fuck!??”

 

I ignored her panicked yells and dove under the desk, and hit the small clear switch on the power strip. In an instant her room went dark, everything from her LED strips to the monitor was snuffed out in a single moment.

 

Dusting my hands, I walked past the stunned Erin, the look on her face perfectly mimicking what I looked like moments prior. An open jar, frozen in place arms, and a slight trembling of her legs as she tried to process what the fuck just happened…

 

“Here’s your broom. Get to work”

 

The trance wasn’t even interrupted by me throwing the broom on her floor, it landing with a soft thud on the carpet.

 

Cracking a small smile, I went back to my bedroom and locked the door, completely content with my decision. This was good, this was right, finally my roomate could get a wake up call. Just like a parent flipping on and off a TV or something.

 

I snuggled into my bed with a smile on my face, this was well earned revenge for movie nights 2, 3 and 4 she missed. My sleep was so quick and so deserved that I even missed the soft whines and cries from only one door over…

 

——-

 

“MPPP??”

 

Jolted awake I felt a searing pain in my jaw…

 

I roll on my back to face the home intruder. I put my arms on anything I can grab, still started and blinded by my sudden and rude awakening. Before I knew it, my hearing was out, I felt like two massive earmuffs had just blocked me out.

 

Then the pressure increased, and increased, until my head felt like it was going to literally pop. My arms shot up to the two firm tree trunks keeping my head enfeebled. It was only then did I realize what I was under attack by…

 

“HRRRGGG!”

 

I heard Erin grunt, and the lock tightened further, she wasn’t even choking me out, just literally crushing my skull. Her legs crossed at the ankles in an inescapable lock. The pressure was unbearable, my eyes felt like they were moments away from popping out of my skull, I even started to get spots in my vision from the pain. She was literally crushing me to death, even Giles Corey had it easier!

 

Her legs finally opened for a moment, allowing me to mutter a few useless words…

 

“E-eernrn wooat?”

 

I was shellshocked from the violent assault. My ears still rung from the pressing, and my arms crawled along the bed trying desperately to get away from this monster! I was moving like a septuagenarian thanks to the surprise attack I had just endured.

 

“Oh no you don’t.”

 

Erin was swift, and merciless in her judgment, the guillotine dropped again, but this time hitting its intended target, my throat. But thanks to the angle I could finally see my attacker…

 

Erin’s disheveled hair covered one of her eyes, but the other one had deep marks from where she had just cried. She looked even worse, but more worryingly, she looked pissed. Her teeth gritted and strained as she milked every last ounce of power out of her thunder thighs. It wasn’t even like she was trying to choke me anymore, it was like she was trying to pop my head off like a cheap Barbie. She locked her feet once more, and it was at this point I stopped struggling. All I could do was look into her eyes and beg for any trace of the old Erin. I kept staring, and kept staring, and kept staring, and kept stare——

 

—————

 

“Wakey Wakey”

 

And there were those same eyes, this time looming far above me. My place in this moment was clear, I was no longer her aqatence, or her roommate, I was her prey…

 

“…142 hours. 142 hours Alex”

 

I tried to jiggle my hands, but she had clearly restrained them well, the same went for my outstretched legs.

 

“Your little action hero move to dive under the table cost me 142 hours.”

 

“B-but all I did was turn it off?”

 

I asked in a desperate plea for understanding, and more importantly mercy.

 

“You corrupted my save file you cunt! And I lost my honor playthrough! I can’t even reload a checkpoint! I was at the final fucking battle!”

 

That explained the shock when I turned off the power strip…

 

“…I was 1 hour away from killing the elder brain… and you just had to nuke my progress? All you had to do was let me clean tomorrow!”

 

“But Erin! You’ve been… well…”

 

I ponder… do I want to cross this Rubicon right now…

 

“You’ve been a pig! You haven’t touched a single chore in—“

 

Before I can finish she stuffed a single fuzzy sock in my mouth. It’s like a burst of flavor in my mouth, every taste is the equivalent of hitting a note on an out of tune piano. Before I can even spit it out she clamps down on my jaw with her hand and tapes it.

 

“Taste is gone. The more you struggle the more senses you lose… understood?”

 

My head moves almost automatically as my brain still tries to comprehend what the hell was just crammed into my maw.

 

“Now… I was thinking of a good way to punish you for fucking up my entire winter break. Originally i thought about just smashing your laptop or something, but an eye for an eye is boring. So instead, you’ll be playing the game with me”

 

I shoot her a puzzled look, and soft muffle into the sock gag

 

“Oh of course not in the way you think. You would never play this game with me normally since you’re always making fun of my gaming habits, so instead I’ll be forcing you to play, or um, support me. That’s the better term for your new role in this house. Support”

 

Still confused, I wriggle in my binds.

 

“You will be supporting me as my new gaming chair. And I’ve gotta be honest, it’s quite the demotion for you, because I fucking reek. I was going to take a shower today, but you fucked that up along with everything else I wanted to do tomorrow. So think about that when I plant my dump truck right on your fucking face.”

 

She ended the threat with a meaty slap of her chubby asscheeks. Each globe of flesh rippled from the impact. Her grey cotton booty shorts looked like they were in worse shape than the chair I was tied to. Clearly she had dug around the discard pile for her “favorites”…

 

“Alright, I need to get started, I’ll talk to you again in a few hours”

 

With no fanfare she immediately plopped her rear down on my face. There was no build up, no slow lowering, just a forceful plop… the same plop someone would do into a normal chair… which is all I was to her at this point.

 

My face vanished under her, completely swallowed by her cotton shorts. There was absolutely no air available to my lungs. A few seconds passed, then a few more, and no reprieve.

 

“Drow… or High Half-Elf… what does the wiki say again?”

 

She didn’t even know I was literally dying under her. I started to tug on the binds, letting them dig into my skin slightly.

 

“Stop… you can go longer.”

 

Her words froze me for a moment. She did know she was suffocating me?? What the hell! I renewed my struggle and started to try to kick around.

 

“Fine, if you are that desperate for air…”

 

She leaned up ever so slightly, allowing me to take a massive hit of her butt BO straight from the source. It was like taking a sledgehammer to the senses, I filled my lungs to the brim with her musky air, only to cough it all back out in a vain attempt to save my lungs.

 

…and she plopped down again, completely covering my nose. I felt the tip bend slightly under her weight, it felt like having my cheekbones and nose put into a hydrologic press. 10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds, I start to flair, 45 seconds, I start to thrash, 50 seconds: air! Stinky ass air, but air nonetheless.

 

10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds, struggle, 45 seconds, flailing, 1 minute, and air!

 

10 seconds…

20

30

45

1 minute

1:15, air! My lungs were on fire by this point. Her pattern was precise, I felt her trying to push me, test my limits and pull me back from the brink at what she believe to be the last moment. Knowing her pattern meant…

 

10 seconds

20

30

45

55

1:15 struggling, thrashing

1:20, lungs hurting, only a few more seconds and freedom!

1:30, thrashing, flailing, lungs on fire, vision fading,

1:35, air! Oh my god! She’s trying to fucking kill me! What the hell was that??

 

I suck down as much of the musky air as I can, panting from the extreme smothering. Each breath hurt, and brought in more of her earthy and sweaty stink. It has been weeks since she last took a proper shower, and my nose was painfully aware. I could even see the faintest line of sweat forming on her crack.

 

“Paladin… or Sorlock?”

 

How was she so nonchalant about this?? She was sitting on someone! More importantly it was me! Her friend!

 

And back she slid, covering my face once more. My nose fit in her crack like a coin in a vending machine, there was absolutely no escape from this.

 

The pattern repeated for what felt like an hour, she never did the same amount of time twice, it was remarkable. She was both playin the game and timing her smothers to keep me miserable.

 

“Oh thank god… I’ve made my character”

 

????

Huh??? That was only the start? What the hell was I in for…

 

“I hope you enjoyed your little smother survival session down there, because the games about to get a lot harder so I need to pay attention.”

 

Erin held a strange object over her shoulder for me to see, as soon as her ass peeled itself off my face I realized what it was… and extra spicy breakfast burrito…

 

“Remember this? This is my plan to keep you interested down there. After all mental stimulation is a huge part of training a puppy…”

 

The sounds of her grossly eating the burrito were all I could concentrate on. Of course the sounds of her ripping open an XXX packet of hot sauce filled my ears next, then finally the angry growl of her stomach a few moments later. She was orchestrating the symphony of my doom, each bite of the extra spicy, poorly microwaved breakfast burrito filled her with glee.

 

My nostrils puffed warm air on her pants to show my discontent. It was little more than a petulant tantrum and was met with her wiggling her titanic rear all over my face, smearing me in its stink. My pouting continued with some wiggles and puffs of discontent before it was finally snuffed out with the terrifying sight. All Erin had to do to shatter my hope was hook a thumb in her waistband, showing off the top of a pink thong, a clear warning as to what was waiting for me if I misbehaved.

 

“Good puppy”

 

Erin lifted for a moment and ruffled my hair, I was quickly learning she loved showing off her dominance.

 

“Time to start the tutorial, and the timer on your sentence down there…”

 

“MPPP??”

 

I groaned into her sex, she just now started?? What the fuck??

 

The sinking feeling in my chest returned, I had only just started atoning for my sins. It seemed she was content to let her ass grind me into a thin powder to get her point across. It had only been an hour or less and my cheekbones were already emanating a dull soreness from the weight.

 

As I was contemplating the pain on my face, Erin spread her cheeks, lifted, and crushed. My face was swallowed once more by my former friend. I few seconds of no air and I even started to yearn for her musky stench. Thankfully, she scooted up giving me the air I so desperately needed, all contained within the crack of her cotton shorts, what a good owner…

 

The next half an hour was mind numbing. Aside from a few moments of grinding or bounces, Erin refused to acknowledge me. All I could do was sit, and suffer. Her cheeks were starting to break my spirit, I never considered Erin “overweight” or anything of the sort, but having her dump truck on my face was certainly enlightening as to her true figure.

 

The way her cheeks sat on my face felt like someone was slowly pulling my cheeks off my face. My skin was taught from the pressure of her cheeks trying to slide down my face and entomb me further.

 

And of course worse of all was the raw earthy stench. Even with a shower asses always have a certain smell to them, but add in a few days (or weeks?) without showering and you have a whole new beast. The heat from my face and breaths had created a dark wet stain down her crotch. My nose was in a swamp of my own creation. Her ass glad to remind me of how badly I fucked up.

 

!!!!!——!!!!!

 

“FUCK! How the hell did you miss that Shadowheart???”

 

Erin yelled above me, for what must have been the third time in 5 minutes. It had taken awhile, but I finally managed to settle in, as much as one can under an ass that is. The smell and dull soreness remained, but at least my breathing had stabilized, and so had her movements above me.

 

Then I felt something kiss the tip of my nose, nothing more than a child’s first new years kiss. The air temperature in my cavern increased rapidly, and a new, fresh smell assaulted my senses. The musky sent was gone, now a new sulfuric stench took its place. I coughed for a moment, and tried my hardest to not think about what just happened.

 

Then I heard it, her belly rumbled, loud. It sounded like there was a kraken in there. She even took a her hand off of her computer for a rare moment to rub her stomach. That was a bad omen…

 

PFFFT!

 


 

She didn’t.

 

Oh god! The sound startles me more than anything. My fucking roommate just ripped ass on my face! What the hell!

 

“MMMMPP!!”

 

I yelled angrily into my gag, infuriated she would stoop this low. My yell only caused me to suck up more of her anal air like a vacuum.

 

BRRRTT!

 

I sputtered and coughed as a fresh blast hammered me, she wasn’t even acknowledging her defiling of my sinuses. As if this was the most normal thing in the world for roommates.

 

PSSSTT!

 

The air was thick with a rich and lethal eggy stench. Those breakfast burritos were coming back with a vengeance. The puffs of air swirled around the pocket of air I had. Each noxious blast tainted what dignity I had left as my lungs filled with her shit air.

 

BRRRRRPPPT

 

“That was loud”

 

The first acknowledgment of her gas, at least she knew she was literally torturing me I guess? The nonchalant nature of her torture was infuriating. It was like I was literally nothing to her.

 

PPPTTTSST!

 

Nothing… but a chair…

 

BRRTTP!

 

Another one, she was relentless, her ass was like a volcano spewing molten hot sulfuric gas. The mixture of rotten eggs, spoiled beef, and spicy hot sauce was making my nose actually burn. Everything was on fire, from my lungs to her rosebud.

 

“Fuck… I failed the roll again!”

 

Erin’s hand slammed down on her desk, shaking her entire body slightly. At least both of us were having a bad time…

 

BRRTTP!

 

…mine being significantly worse obviously.

 

———

 

“GODDAMIT! Why the fuck does the AI always shove me off cliffs??”

 

Her outburst made her slide backwards, grinding the filthy seam of her cotton shorts across my nose like sandpaper. That was gonna leave a mark. As she slid I felt some pressure moving off of me, and some light!

 

SMACK

 

“Mhppa mptah?”

 

I yelled into my gag a vague “what was that?” as my world was brought back into focus by a meaty slap across my face. The red LED lights strung across her room gave me just enough to be able to see her face. Erin was pissed, her eyes pierced my soul from behind her circular glasses. The next thing I knew her mouth was open… and dangling a long goopy droplet of spit down her lips. It hit the tip of my nose and began to roll off before Erin wadded up the sleeve of her XL hoodie to rub it in my face.

 

“You’ll thank me for the lube in a moment.”

 

Erin spread, and back down she sat. Crushing my face under her bubble butt once more. But why the hell did she even say anything about lube…?

 

I felt her body pull forward like a rower as she used the desk to pull herself forward, rubbing the seam of her cotton shorts across my face. Then she pushed back on the desk, and it all clicked.

 

A pull, a push, a pull, and push. She was grinding her rank ass into my face. He time the thickly stitched seam hit my face, it bent my nose back in a terrible position and scraped it like sandpaper. Then again, and again. This was her vengeance for whatever trivial game mechanic she had just fallen victim to. I started to grunt and grit in pain. She knew exactly what she was doing, and the spit did little to decrease the friction burn she was creating.

 

Push… pull. It had to have been 5 minutes since she started, but it felt like 5 days. Each push and pull of her rear felt like a nail file was being dragged across my nose. I gritted my teeth and denied her the pleasure of hearing my grunts of pain, but it was still extremely unpleasant. The pain was more in the humiliation of the cosmetic effects. My nose was going to be bright red for days after this shit.

 

The final few pushes and pulls came with the added flair of her lifting her legs off the ground to increase the pressure. But by that point, I was mentally tapped out. Just trying to focus on anything but her ass. Thankfully, after a movement akin to a dog dragging its ass, Erin jumped back up to face me once more.

 

“I hope you enjoyed, just know anytime a member of my party dies you’ll be getting a randomly assigned punishment”

 

My eyes read hate. She can tell I’m pissed, and her response is simply to giggle at my bright red irritated nose. She boops it with her index finger.

 

“And next time I’ll be wearing some nice and starchy jeans. I’ll give you one hell of a carpet burn you disrespectful little chair.”

 

I rolled my eyes, but eventually aquessed to her will and nodded.

 

“Good, now I’m gonna heat up this burrito and you can get back to work down there. I have a fun game for you to play”

 

——-

 

BRRTTP

 

The barrage resumed with little fanfare from Erin. She had casually plopped her ass on my face a moment ago without so much as a word of sympathy, let alone offering to wipe the dried spit off my face, she wasn’t really in a mood for mercy I sensed.

 

PSSTTT

 

The fetid blast were just as toxic as I remembered. She ripped ass into my face without a care in the world. Nothing brought her more pleasure than desecrating my sinuses with her brain melting emissions.

 

“Listen up down there. This game is simple, I need you to filter my farts, if I catch even a hint of my own gas, these shorts are coming off. Got it?”

 

I mumbled an “ok” into the gag and tried to steel my nerves. I could absolutely not afford to lose the cotton sponge above me. Sure it was sweaty and caked in her BO, but the thickness of it prevented a lot of gas from getting through!

 

BRRTTT

 

The first one, I took a big inhale, trying to get as much of the harmful substance into my poor nose as possible. It burned going in, I felt like I had just been punched as my body struggled to keep the cloud in.

 

PSSSTTTTSSTT!

 

Oh…

 

Oh no.

 

A 5 second long SBD exited her asshole like an angry spirit. The heat was the first thing i noticed, it felt like someone had opened and oven and held my face in it for a moment. No hairdryer compared to this heat. Then the stench, even the slight hit of eggy nuke I took in was enough to literally force my body to disobey me. My fight or flight activated and my body simply refused to take another sinus-razing inhale of her noxious cloud. My coughing returned as my lungs tried desperately to vacate the small amount of ass air they had inhaled. Noting was working, my body was shutting down. All the alarms in my head were screaming at me, I was so desperate for escape from this… this biohazard of a fart. I literally couldn’t comprehend what I was suffering through.

 

“Fuck… god! Puppy what the fuck! It smells so bad holy shit!”

 

I heard Erin gag above me, a validating feeling if I wasn’t currently suffering through homemade mustard gas.

 

“Ew ew ew!! I’ve gotta go!”

 

My eyes pleaded with her for mercy as she ran off with her shirt covering her nose. She had literally gassed herself out. I was left in her room with a lingering cloud of death. Even after a whole minute of her behind gone I was still struggling to breathe. This fart was thick, it would never dissipate on its own at this rate. I had to start sniffing…

 

After a few painstaking minutes, my lungs finally scrubbed the last hints of her eggy SBD away, leaving me to pant for fresh air. I looked up at the ceiling, and took a moment to think where it all went wrong…

 

Why the hell did I not just turn it off or—

 

“Bad Puppy!!”

 

My trance was broken by Erin throwing some of her crusty laundry on me. The smell was nothing compared to what she had just subjected me to, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant to be smacked in the face by crusted underwear.

 

And then something heavier smacked my face. In the moment I had before impact, I identified the projectile. It was her cotton shorts. Uh oh…

 

Erin strutted to the side of her gaming chair (me at this point?) and spread her legs for a moment. For the first time I got to see them in all their glory. Her nice calves, the thunder thighs that nearly ended my life earlier, and finally two massive globes of flesh: her ass. Under the red LED lights I could see every inch of her curves as they swallowed her poor pink thong. She noticed my terrified/entranced ogling and replied by sticking her fingers below the two perfectly formed mounds and jiggling them. She leaned down to touch the floor in front of her and wiggled for a moment, her booty moved like ripples in the ocean. I was mesmerized. Her ass was just as beautiful as it was dangerous, every hint of her legs oozed power.

 

In that moment I even felt a hint of excitement, still terror, still disdain, but excitement for the idea of that booty being anywhere near me. Maybe it was the nerve agent farts getting to me, or maybe it was me realizing what Erin had hoped I would realize all along. She was hot…

 

——-

 

BRTTTP!

 

In only a few minutes I had been brought down to earth. Her ass in nothing but a thong was a nightmare in every way. The faded pink pattern around her puffy rosebud was all the conformation I needed. Even her underwear couldn’t survive her farts.

 

“GALE! How did you miss that jump 15 minutes ago??”

 

Erin wiggled, as to rub in the games failure as my own.

 

PSST!

 

And she’s started her regular rhythm again. Her soft doughy belly was a factory for these blast. Each one was unique, meaning I could never even brace for them. One would reek of sulfur, the next of hot sauce. This was truly the worst thing I had ever experienced…

 

———

 

“Hey puppy… we’re having a party in the game tonight, I think we should celebrate!”

 

I was barely awake by this point, my eyes heavy from gas, my lungs hurting from gas, and my head hurting from, well, ass and gas.

 

“I really really need to relieve myself of those breakfast burritos, but let’s see if I can squeeze out a few extra pre-poop farts before the party ends”

 

And the fire was back. I pulled hard on my restraints, hoping they had magically come loose in the past few hours. Nothing.

 

I had been around Erin in a car ride back from a restaurant during an “emergency” I knew what she was capable of in this department. Clearing a car for one, this is about to be bad.

 

PSSSTT!

 

Oh no, and SBD…

 

My eyes shot open, it was like someone had just injected red hot lava into my lungs. My thrashes bore not fruit. I was fucked.

 

“GLLUH”

 

I gaged so hard into my gag even Erin noticed, not that she felt bad of course.

 

“Choke on it bitch”

 

PSSST!

 

Straight. Shit.

 

This fart was another Erin classic, a hot puff of air, then a pepper spray like reaction from me. It felt like she was coating my lungs in a thick radioactive tar. I hadn’t even gotten a tenth of a way through filtering the previous fart before she unleashed the second.

 

This was true despair, true hopelessness. I pulled and thrashed hard against my binds, even rubbing my arms raw, but nothing. Erin has prepared for things to get this bad apparently.

 

PSSSSSSSSTTTT

 

Longer, thicker, this one was like actual smog getting injected down my nose. No wonder her panties had lost their color. Erin had literally burnt it off. All I could do was suffer, and Erin made sure there was no shortage of suffering.

 

PSSSTTPTSSSPTT

 

“Oh… that’s a little wet. This is about to go south.”

 

I gagged hard again on the stench, all I wanted was my freedom. A stench like this shouldn’t be humanely possible. How could my cute nerdy roommate be capable of producing WMDs and injecting them via my sinuses. My eyes grew heavy, this was more than normal gas. The shit stench was strong, and it was literally shutting me down.

 

PSSSSSTTTTTTTSSSSSTTTT!

 

A 9 second long rip…

 

“Night night back there puppy.”

 

———

 

My body jolted awake. Shaking the chair I was bound to. I took a long deep breath through my nose, inhaling the stale fart air of the room. Better than the gas that knocked me out at least…

 

My few moments of recovery were stripped away by the sound of a toilet flushing and a door closing. Erin.

 

“Hey! You’re alive! Yay! I was a little worried I fried your brain or something.”

 

I panted hard, I was definitely exited about her untying me so I could run for the hills. Or maybe even the police. I don’t think I could live with this madwoman anymore. All I needed to do was apologize to her now, and then run like hell to escape the second she undid me. This had been the single worse thing to ever happen to me…

 

“Ahh… Act One is done. Only took me about 18 or so hours since I skipped a bunch of stuff.”

 

…what?

 

“Time for act two, sorry if I didn’t wipe super super well back there…”

 

Fuck.