Trapped
by Many Sides to Me

Many woke up in a strange room, hands tied behind his back and lying on a bed. He knew immediately what was going on, and what would soon happen. Melissa, the girl who had a crush on him, wanted to spend some time with him, and had once again, kidnapped him to do it. It's not that he didn't like her, but she wanted to go out with him, and Many loved Rachel, and Melissa couldn't accept that, she wouldn't settle for friends.

"Well, you're finally awake," Melissa asked as she thudded into the room. She weighed nearly 400 pounds, had a big belly sticking out, a huge butt, and large boobs. She was clad only in a dark green bra and green panties. Her hair went down past her shoulders, was straight and brunette, and her eyes were green. "It's good to see you again, Many," she said, flashing him a seductive smile.

"It'd be good to see you too, if you hadn't tied me up and kidnapped me," Many said back. "Still as funny as ever, huh Many, acting like you aren't glad to be with me, alone in my apartment," she said, placing a hand under her belly, raising it. "I'm going to say this again, Melissa. I love Rachel. Therefore, I will not date you, but I will be your friend," he said, slowly and clearly.

Melissa's eyes narrowed, but she kept smiling and said, "I know you don't mean that. But let's not get into that subject; I brought you over so we could play a few games." Many let out a groan, Melissa's games weren't very fun on his end, and asked, "Which ones are you forcing on me this time?" "Since I know you love them, 'Guess what I ate', wrestling, panty judge, and maybe some roleplaying," Melissa said, and Many cursed under his breath. 

"First though, we'll warm up with some body worship," Melissa said, and put her belly on top of Many. "Start kissing," she said, and Many was forced to kiss Melissa's belly all over for a few minutes while she moaned with pleasure. She then stood up and turned around, and held her butt at his head. He started to kiss her cheeks, and she moaned more, jiggling them slightly, making kissing them harder.

"Mmm. You haven't lost your touch. Ok, let me go get my lunch," Melissa said finally, and left the room. When she came back, she was walking backwards, and sat down on Many's face so he couldn't see the food she brought. She started to eat, he could tell because she was sitting forward more, and unfortunately, that meant he could breathe in the gas now coming out of her backside. This wasn't even part of the game; she was just farting to make sure he couldn't smell what she was eating.

After ten minutes of this, Melissa got up and turned around to face Many, and let the space air out around him. She sat down on his lap, and put her face right in his. "You remember how this works right? If you don't guess the food before I run out of burps, you worship inside my crack," she said. "Yeah, just get it over with," Many said, shaking his head, feeling sick even though the burps hadn't come yet.

"Bbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrpppppppp," Melissa belched, right into Many's face, and he felt the urge to be sick, and was forced to smell it completely. "Any guesses yet," Melissa asked. "I ate three things, so keep that in mind." "Nachos," Many let out, trying not to be sick. "Yep, two more left. Second burp," Melissa said.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppppp," she let out, again right in his face. Many thought for a little while, and shook his head. "Bbbbbrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaappppp," she ushered from her belly, and Many said after a few moments, "Pork chops." "Good, you got one more food to guess, but I don't think you'll get it. She burped about three more times, all horrible, and Many finally gave his last guess.

"Cabbage," he said, and Melissa nodded and smothered him into her body. "You're still good, the last guy I played this with actually fainted. He did worship my ass very well though," she said. She let Many go, and got up, untying his hands. "Let's get to wrestling then," she said, and Many made a run to the door, but Melissa grabbed his arm and pulled him over to her. "I didn't say start yet," she said.

The big beautiful woman pushed Many away, and she jumped toward him, pinning him down under her with her belly, then positioned his head in between her thighs, and pressed them together. She released him after a few minutes and let him catch his breath, before putting his neck under her arm, and closing it around his head, using her free hand to keep him there, forcing him to smell her b.o.

After a few minutes, she released him, and he fell to the floor, panting. Melissa climbed onto her bed, jumped once or twice in place, then off the bed into a body slam, crashing into Many and knocking the air out of him. She stayed that way for ten seconds, and then declared herself the winner. "It's always fun to wrestle with you," Melissa said as she looked down at Many. She grabbed him and tied his hands back together, and put him lying down on the bed.

"Well, time for one of my favorites, the panty sniffing contest. I got a bunch of dirty panties, and you're going to judge which one smells the best," she said, walking to the other side of the room and picking up about five panties, a blue cotton pair, a red thong, polka-dot, pink lace, and a plain white pair. "First up, we have the blue cotton panties," she said, and put the pair over Many's head, forcing him to breathe in their stench.

Many tried not to breathe it in, but it honestly wasn't that bad, he could tolerate it for a little while, and Melissa took them off after a minute. "Ok, next, my red thong," she announced, and placed it over his head, and it was quite big, despite having so little material. The part there was did stink, but he had smelled worse, and was able to breathe without too much problem.

"The third pair, red-and-white polka-dots," Melissa said, and put them over his head. These pair smelled like she had just farted in them, and it was rank. Many gagged on them until Melissa took them off him, giggling. "We might have a winner, but let's see about the last two. Next, the pink lace." This time, he really didn't smell anything, it was just faint, though he could tell they had been used a lot.

"Hmm... well, the last pair, just a plain pair of white panties," Melissa said, and they went over Many's head. Many thrashed around; this was the worst pair of panties he ever smelled. He couldn't breathe at all, the stench clouded him, and he wondered what she possibly could have done to these panties to make them smell so bad.

"Well, that's our winner then. I constantly farted in them and used them to wipe after using the bathroom, so they'd smell extra good for you," Melissa said, laughing hysterically, while Many tried to get the smell out of his nose. "Hmm... I know exactly what role-play I want to do. You're a prisoner, and I'm your interrogator, trying to get the location of your hidden bases," she said excitedly.

She sat Many up and tied him to a chair, and stood in front of him, crossing her arms. "So, little man, you going to tell me what I want to know, or do I gotta use force," she asked, placing a hand on her hip. "I don't want to do this," Many said, and Melissa shook her head. "So we're going to do this the hard way," she said, and moved closer to him, putting her belly in front of him. "Last chance before you're submerged in belly fat," she said, swaying it ominously in front of him.

"Please don't do this," Many said, and Melissa sighed. "Ok, have it your way," she said, and smothered his face in her belly fat. After a minute, she let him breathe, then put it back in place, and jiggled it around, and backed up, leaving Many to gasp for air. "So, you feel like talking now," Melissa asked, crossing her arms again. "Ok, we have four in Paris, two in Rome, and one in Anchorage, Alaska," Many said, coming up with the first locations he could think of.

"LIAR," she yelled, and slapped his face. "Well, I guess I'll just have to submerge you in fat again," Melissa said, and lowered herself, putting her breasts in his face. She smothered him for a good five minutes, moving her boobs around, and then let him breathe, to find him purple in the face. "You look horrible," she said. "Give me the real locations." "Please... please..." Many said, gasping for breath between words. Melissa shook her head, and turned around. "I guess I have to resort to my gas torture," she said, and put her butt in Many's face.

"Fire in the hole," Melissa shouted, and let a fart explode out of her crack. Many coughed and gagged on the fumes, and Melissa giggled as she felt the heat dissipate. "Mmm, nice one," she said, and slapped her ass again. "Fire two," she yelled, and let out another loud, horrendous fart in Many's face. He thrashed about, and tried to get a breath of fresh air.

"Sounds like you're ready to talk," Melissa said, and Many nodded vigorously. "Well, just to make sure you do," she said, and farted three loud big ones, bigger than the last, and filled the room with her foul stench. She laughed as Many thrashed around a lot, and finally fainted, his head still in her butt. She pulled away and looked at him, and sighed. "I'll make him mine one day," she said, and placed him on the bed. She would let him go once he woke up.

She then climbed up on the bed and sat on his face, wiggling around a little. Until then, he could be her little cushion; she really loved the feeling of his face underneath her big cheeks, and wanted him to stay there as long as possible.