By: Spam314314
PART 1
I walked through the doors to see a mostly full classroom. There was barely an empty seat left. It was the first day; I imagined it probably wouldn’t be this full most weeks. Still though, this class ran from 6:00 to 9:00. I thought some people might have given up before making it to the end of today. It took a second to find an empty seat right at the back, but once I did, I scurried over to it and claimed it for my own. I was five minutes early and there were almost no spaces left. You’d think that after we paid them thousands of dollars for the semester, college campuses could at least make sure there were enough seats for everybody enrolled.
A few minutes later, one of the girls coming in drew my eye. She was goth. Like, super goth. She had a black shirt with some band I didn’t recognize on as well as a short black skirt that I would be afraid to walk up a set of stairs in. She was pale as the moon with raven-black hair and lipstick. She looked around the room, noticed no empty seats and her brow creased in annoyance. Then she spotted me gawking at her. She smiled at me, but not in a kind way. There was something sinister about her that unsettled me. I just chalked it up to being judgmental about the goth look and tried to smile back in a friendly way.
---
Fuck!
Megan scanned around, desperately looking for even one empty seat. They were all completely full. Worse, she wasn’t the only one who’d come to that conclusion. About a dozen of the other students were standing at the back, all with nonplussed expressions on their faces.
I’m not even late! What the hell is wrong with this damn campus.
Megan grumbled to herself. The fact that the class she paid for didn’t even have enough room for her, especially for her evening class, left her livid.
Then she saw her. A small blonde girl sitting right in the back. So small that her little legs didn’t even touch the floor from her chair. Megan estimated that she’d be lucky to clear 5 feet. And she was fucking gawking at her like a freakshow. Megan thought about snarling back, but a better idea came to mind. Why not kill two birds with one stone? The blonde girl looked tiny; Megan probably had about 40 pounds on her. Would she be able to fight her off if she decided to use her as a seat? She couldn’t help but grin at the idea. With confidence, she stepped forward, closing the distance.
---
The goth girl was coming towards me! I wriggled in my seat nervously, not ready for a confrontation. I smiled weakly when our eyes met. There was something intense in the deep brown of her gaze. The way she was marching towards me didn’t help my anxiety either.
“This is my seat now. I’m giving you one chance to move.”
I hesitated. She towered over me. If I had to guess, she was probably somewhere around 5’10. Definitely much bigger than me. More filled out to. Her huge boobs were right in my face now, and her wide hips made me think her ass probably wasn’t petite either.
“But I don’t want to stand either.”
I said it meekly, expecting her to get upset and make a scene. Instead, she smiled, then shrugged. She moved her shoulders out of her backpack so that she could set it down in front of the desk I was using. When she bent over in the process, I couldn’t help but think that if any of the guys were looking this way, her short skirt would be giving them a free show.
“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”
Once her backpack was set, she pulled my chair away from my desk. The wheels pushed me back easily. It looked like it took no effort; my small from just glided effortlessly until she decided I was placed correctly. I stared up at the still grinning woman.
WHUMPF!
Was the sound the chair made when her weight suddenly came down on me. She gave no hesitation, just letting her full weight settle onto me. Her wide butt flattened out on top of my scrawny legs. Although she wasn’t fat by any means, it felt like my 5-foot body was getting turned into a pancake under this larger woman. I couldn’t see anything but the raven-black hair and the back of her t-shirt. There’s no way I could handle three hours of this, much less learn while doing it.
“Fine. You can have the seat, just let me get up.”
She twisted on my lap, clearly entertained by me. Her dark eyes twinkled, and her pale face was turned in an incredibly
“No. I don’t think I will. Nobody tells me what to do. If you say one more word, I promise you’ll regret it.”
I just stared at her incredulously. The look she was giving me was so condescending. Just because I was small didn’t mean I didn’t deserve respect. If I’d known at that time what her cruel mind was capable of, I would have just shut up and took it.
But I didn’t.
“I’m not going to regret anything. You’re going to get off me and go stand in back with the other people. It’s not my fault you didn’t get here early enough to get a chair.”
There wasn’t even a hint of anger or annoyance on her face. In fact, she only looked happier than before.
“I’m Megan.”
That threw me for a loop. I wasn’t exactly expecting her to introduce herself to me. I was about to respond to her, but she continued, talking before I could open my mouth.
“Just thought you should know the name of the girl who will be sitting on your face for the next three hours.”
I wish I could say there was a real struggle, but everything happened within a matter of second. Megan stood up, grabbed my legs and pulled me so that my ass landed painfully against the ground. Her hand came to my mouth to stop any sound coming out. She turned around then, leaving me staring up at her. She turned around quickly, giving me my first view of her ass. It was even bigger than I’d guessed, and the black panties that she was wearing under her too-short skirt left me staring up at plenty of round pale-white flesh.
Just like when she’d sat on my lap, she didn’t hesitate here. Her butt crashed down engulfing my face in her big, meaty cheeks. The ripe smell of sweaty ass was immediate. Her thin panties were barely an obstacle to my poor nose cramming itself deep in her feminine flesh. The odor was straight-up nose-burning.
“I hope you like being my chair little girl, because I’ve decided your face is quite comfy.”
Megan wiggled to get comfortable, somehow wedging my deeper into the abyss of her ass crack.
“What the fuck are you looking at. Are you volunteering to take her place?’
“No! Sorry!”
It didn’t even occur to me that people might be watching! And all those students in the back? I could feel my cheeks flushing from the embarrassment. Not that anyone could see them from under Megan’s colossal ass anyway. I didn’t even make it through my first day of college without getting humiliated.
Lifting Megan off me clearly wouldn’t be an option. I scratched and clawed at her legs. It got her to squirm off me a little bit, but she readjusted herself and then grabbed my arms. She folded them into her lap with little effort. That, of course, only added to my embarrassment.
“That’s enough of that.”
Megan leaned forward. Her soft cheeks spreading over my face made me shudder. I was literally nose-deep in another person’s ass. Megan managed to hold my arms with one hand while she wrapped them with some sort of soft fabric with the other. Probably a hoodie she had in her backpack or something like that. All the while, her butt jiggled with each small movement she made.
“Now shut up, class is about to start.”
---
Dr. Gonzales walked into the room a little later than she’d liked, and she’d only have a minute or two to get set up. Well, no big deal, she’d just start a quick chat with her students to buy time while she pulled everything up.
Of course, walking along the back row, she couldn’t help but notice the scene. She’d have to be oblivious to miss it, half of her class was staring, and she couldn’t really blame them. Right there in the back row, a curvy goth girl was sitting on the face of what she could only guess was another of her students. What was wrong with this generation.
She considered stepping in but shrugged. She didn’t want to know, and didn’t want to have a confrontation on the first day. As she walked to the front desk, her mind started whirring. A psychology teacher couldn’t see something like that and not be curious.
There were a few natural questions to ask here. More importantly, there might be funding to secure. There might be some novel bullshit that could lead to a research grant. She’d think about it while she taught.
---
I listened to my professor speak. I couldn’t see her of course, considering, well, the big smelly butt that was engulfing my entire face. I tried to keep up with the lecture, but only being able to hear it while all my other senses were being assaulted wasn’t exactly conducive to learning. But trying to listen to the teacher had been a better use of the past ten minutes than stewing in self-pity.
The scratching of pen against paper told me Megan was taking notes. Maybe she would take the smallest amount of mercy on me and let me at least copy them. Probably shouldn’t get my hopes up though. I was getting behind in my class and inhaling the eggy scent of my bully’s behind.
Grrrrrr.
First, Megan’s stomach rumbled. Next, her hand swished across her belly, rubbing it. Then, her weight redistributed, and she leaned down to whisper to me.
“The tacos I had for dinner are not agreeing with my stomach. Since you’re already down there, I think you should sniff up all my gas so that I can soothe my belly and no one else has to smell it.”
I shook my head furiously and let out a quiet squeak of protest. Or tried to, at least. All I really did was wriggle my nose deeper between Megan’s cheeks. Although I hadn’t said anything, she whispered back to me anyway.
“Because if you don’t, I’m slipping my panties to the side and use your nose to plug up the hole completely. Got it?”
I didn’t know if that logistically worked or not, but the last thing I wanted was to find myself deep in Megan’s asshole. I nodded the little that I could, and she looked back up, returning to her normal seated position.
Prrbbt.
Megan let out a small, eggy fart loose right on my nose. It was quiet; surely I was the only one who had heard it. I reluctantly did my job, inhaling the vile odor. Considering how brutal she’d already been, I didn’t want to doubt how far Megan would go now.
But holy fuck it smelled awful. I just hoped she wasn’t that gassy.
Pbttthh.
Another quick, nearly silent one. The hot gas shot right up my nostrils. The stench nearly made me gag, but I managed to hold that back. Megan moved slightly, smearing her soft, heavy cheeks across my face while I sniffed up her gas.
Ffffft
I didn’t even hear the next one; I only felt the hot fart join the last two in my poor nose. As much as it pained me, I sniffed that one too to make sure it didn’t reach my bully. I tapped the ground under me, making my body do something at least. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself though. So instead, I just lay there while Megan continued her smelly barrage on my poor nose.
Pbbthh
--- (60 minutes later)
Good, so the dumb slut can take a hint.
Megan crossed her legs. She wasn’t really restless; she just really liked the way Lacy’s face felt sliding in her ass crack. And the way it tickled when she sucked in from her poor little nose? Wonderful. She could also feel the poor girl’s energy draining away as she endured Megan’s full weight and continuous gas. She’d gone from being scrappy and fighting her, to being mildly energetic in displaying her disdain for her position, to finally just laying there and taking Megan’s ass. It was warm, she could tell. Her ass was starting to sweat.
She squeezed out a tiny bit more of the gas she felt rumbling in her belly. The weird taco truck outside of campus looked kind of suspicious, but she’d been starving, and every other place had a line that was way too long. But now that was her little butt-slut’s problem. Megan just imagined what her little captive’s face might look like.
She had to know. She brought her head down and hovered a few inches to get a look at the petite girl’s little face. Her pretty makeup was all smeared, her cheeks were cherry red, and, were those tear stains down her cheeks? Or was it just Megan’s ass sweat? Either way, it was hilarious.
She didn’t know if eyes could look more pleading than the angelic blue ones meeting hers. Please get your massive ass off my tiny little face, they practically screamed. I can’t take another two hours of this.
Plop!
Well, she would have to.
--- (The end of class, almost two hours later)
Sssst
I just didn’t understand how one person could have so much gas. At most, a few minutes would pass between Megan’s releases. And when I wasn’t sniffing one of her farts, I was still huffing in air from the panties she’d warn all day. My face and Megan’s ass were both drenched in sweat at this point. It wasn’t too hot in the room, but the exchange of body heat under Megan’s skirt made sure her already gross panties were damp now that class was almost over. What caught my attention was the professor talking about the plan for next class. Finally, at least my torment would be over. Megan leaned back, making me learn something about her huge butt.
It could smother me.
I tried to pull in air, but just pulled ass fat into my nostrils instead. When I tried to open my mouth, Megan’s full weight kept my jaw clamped shut. Did she know I couldn’t breathe?
Pffrt.
Probably not considering she was still farting on me. I felt the rancid air go up my nose, but couldn’t smell anything with my breathing stopped. Uh oh.
“Oh!”
I heard my teacher call out.
“Could you and your…um…friend, stick around for a few minutes after class?”
I was surprised to find it was Megan who answered. For once, she seemed taken aback.
“Uh…yeah.”
And my humiliation deepened even more. Surely everyone was looking at me now. I had to drop this class and get into another one before my reputation was torn to shreds. Megan kept her fat booty planted on me, but did move so I was able to breathe again. At least that was a minor crisis averted.
Ppppt!
Although, only to be replaced by another one. I sniffed it all up right from Megan’s crack while the students got up. Conversation broke out and the doors opened, loud noise echoing all across the walls. Which gave Megan her chance. She leaned down with a normal speaking voice this time.
"Oh, you're not going to like this."
PPPPPBBBTTTHHHH!
This wasn’t a petite little toot. I had to cough as the rotten odor from a real fart from Megan’s ass assaulted me. The noise was completely covered up in the chaos, but I could feel my bully’s giggles as I thrashed against the horrendous smell. Apparently, my renewed vigor was entertaining.
Finally, everything quieted down, and the last of the students left the room. My professor’s high heels clicked across the tile floor of our room. I think at a physical gesture from our professor, Megan got off me, moving one chair over. I sat up, woozily using what little strength I had in my arms to pull me up. Dr. Gonzales was a beautiful Latina woman, with curly brown hair and clear, dark brown eyes.
“I don’t know what…this situation is, but it got me curious. I’ll be blunt. I could get the both of you kicked out for indecent behavior.”
Even Megan’s eyes went wide at that. And she somehow turned even paler.
“I think there could be an interesting research project here about how being ‘under pressure’ and in ‘unique circumstances’ can affect one’s ability to study. I don’t honestly believe there will be any positive outcomes here, but I think I can spin it in a way to get research funding.”
She sighed.
“You don’t care about that though, I’m sure. So here’s the deal. You both continue…this for the rest of the semester. Once a week, you will report to me, and I will check your progress on how you’re doing in the class. Tell me, what are your names?”
We recited them to her, she hastily took an index card from the backpack she’d carried and jotted them down.
“Good. Good. You can go now.”
She looked at Megan, who did as she was told. She grabbed her things and simply exited. Dr. Gonzales turned her attention to me now.
“I imagine this arrangement will have a negative effect on your learning. I will give you an A for the term, but I do want you to give me the best explanation of the material you can when you meet with me so that I can accurately try to judge how you’re doing.”
I nodded. She smiled at me.
Good. I will send you an email so that we can set up a regular meeting time. I will see you then!”
She grabbed her own backpack and then walked briskly away leaving me alone. My professor had just subjected me to 13 more weeks of being under Megan’s big butt for this 3-hour class. But I couldn’t drop now, she had me in a bind.
PART 2
Gabriela Gonzales, Gabby to most, looked over to see the first of the two students she’d be meeting with this week. After a little effort, she remembered Megan was her name. She was dressed about the same as the last time she’d seen her. Questionably short black skirt, black shirt. Black hair. Heavy dark makeup.
But if asked, she would claim she wasn’t looking for attention. Gabby knew the type.
“Good morning, Megan. Please have a seat right across from me.”
She had to hold off a grimace as she watched Megan’s skirt flare up. She’d have to wipe off the chair after it’s prolonged contact with her students nearly bare ass. Megan sat nonchalantly in her seat, leaning back and draping an arm over the back, a clear change from their last confrontation. She’d apparently quickly gotten comfortable with the idea of talking with her professor or at the very least was trying to fake it. For Megan’s meeting, they’d talk about the conditions she’d…subjected Lacy to the week before. It was pretty much just bookkeeping.
“Let’s get started shall we. Firstly, can you tell me how the incident between you and Lacy started last week.”
The goth girl straightened up a smidge before answering. Her lips curled up in a catlike smile and she recalled the incident with no embarrassment or modesty.
“There were no empty seats, and she was gawking at me. I thought I’d teach her a lesson and find a place to sit at the same time. I sat in her lap at first, and when she wouldn’t shut up, I decided to move to a position where she’d have to be quieter. My ass muffled her annoying voice very nicely.”
Something was definitely wrong with this young woman, but that wasn’t what she was here for. Gabby gave her a patient smile and coaxed her into continuing.
“And how would you say you felt during class, sitting on Lacy’s face?”
Megan smiled at this. As Gabby expected, she’d taken great joy in subjugating another student to her ass.
“It was pretty comfy. Her breathing tickled me. She makes a great fart sniffer too; I didn’t have to smell a thing. I’m excited to get to do it every week, right in front of everybody. I think I might need someone to keep around my apartment just like her.”
She smirked at this, as if her mistreatment of her peer was the most entertaining thing she could think of. This was going to be an…interesting interview.
“And is there anything in particular that you did during that last class besides simply sitting on Lacy’s face.”
The raven-haired girl considered the question for a second, pouting thoughtfully. Her evil grin returned though, and somehow Gabby knew her answer would be unorthodox.
“I pretty much never stopped ripping ass on her face. I was real worried when my dinner hit wrong, but it was so worth it! You should have seen the way she squirmed every time I farted. It was hilarious!”
The interview continued with Megan not being shy at all about going into intricate detail. Gabby made many notes, making sure she could write a detailed report. For her study, and because this girl clearly needed help. But she didn’t signal that to her; instead, she let her speak at her own pace and answer her questions. Finally, Gabby had heard enough and elected to try to end her little interview.
“Are there any other comments you’d like to make?”
Megan’s dark eyes glided up to the ceiling as she thought about it. A few slow seconds passed, but a smug smile twisted her lips, and she did finally decide to share a thought.
“You’re the psychology professor. Do you think Lacy will be able to think about this class without thinking about the smell of my ass and my weight crushing her face?”
Gabby gave her student a nonplussed look. She didn’t revise it when she considered that the question might not be a bad one. Or maybe the reverse was more interesting. That was something to consider. But she’d had enough of Megan for one day; at this point, the goth girl was scaring her.
“I think she’ll manage. Now, I’d like you to sign a few things for me, just to make sure you are still okay with being a part of this study.”
Megan didn’t bother to make a move. Probably trying to assert dominance. Gabby didn’t have time for it.
“The other option is that I set up a required meeting with a council with the…scary perspective you have about the way you think about and treat your peers. Between your actions last week and the anecdotes you’ve given me today, I’ve got enough of your own words here to have you locked in a counselor’s office for a good number of hours each week.”
Now it was Gabby’s turn to appear nonchalant. She grabbed a few papers on her desk and shuffled them in her hands. The war in Megan’s eyes was fun. The girl had thought she was disturbing her professor and making an impression when in reality she’d just been giving her more ammo for what was essentially blackmail.
Megan tried to hold up her dignity, but Gabby knew she had clearly won as she signed each form with an annoyed flick of her wrist. Gabby turned back to her computer and got to work. After all, there was always something to do. But her conversation with Megan got her thinking. Maybe there was some interesting research to be done here.
--- (The next day)
Here I was, in front of my professor’s office door. I’m not sure why I was so nervous about this meeting. She already told me she’d pass me no matter how much knowledge I displayed. But still, I couldn’t help but feel like she was going to judge me anyway. I tapped on the open door, getting my professor’s attention. She smiled at me and then beckoned me in.
“Good morning, Dr. Gonzales,” I greeted her respectfully. She looked at me for a moment, but turned her attention to something on her desk, shuffling papers. Her dark brown hair was in a messy bun, and her curvy body was stuffed into a tight red blouse. As I walked past her chair, I saw she had on a short black skirt. It hugged tightly to her legs, which even from here I could tell were well-toned.
“We’re going to be doing a lot of talking. You might as well call me Gabby. As long as we’re not in class at least. Now. I’ve made a short little assessment from the first day’s class. I’ll ask you some questions from it and I want you to give me the best answer you can. No pressure, okay.”
I nodded quietly, still nervous. Dr. Gonzales, err, Gabby, quizzed me on some of the concepts from the first day. I had a fuzzy level of familiarity with them, but quickly ran from decently confident in my answers to giving vague ideas on what should be right. Gabby didn’t visibly react to my stumbling, but I could only guess that she wasn’t impressed.
---
Yeah. That’s about what I expected, Gabby thought to herself as she watched Lacy sit in the chair with a frustrated scowl tightening her slim face. Not that she blamed her; she would have been shocked to discover having your face sat on was conducive to learning. But the university would like the ‘novel’ research. She had a much more interesting question in mind. She was going to mimic Lacy’s class experience as much as she could. She’d put on yesterday’s panties to simulate a full day’s wear and drank an extra protein shake with her breakfast. Those usually made her a little gassy.
Would Lacy remember more if she was experiencing similar stimulus to what she had in class? Well, it was too interesting of an idea not to pursue. She had already told Lacy she’d get an A for her participation. It wasn’t wrong of her to make her work for it.
Gabby stood up to close the door. While she was sure the signed compliance agreements meant she had wouldn’t get her in trouble, she didn’t exactly want any passers-by to happen to catch a glimpse of what was about to happen. Lacy watched her, at first curious, then confused. The door swung shut and worry shone clear in Lacy’s blue eyes. This wasn’t going to be easy for her, but sacrifices had to be made for the sake of progress.
“Now, I’d like to try a similar experiment where you experience similar stimulus as you do in the classroom to see if there is any association there.”
---
My face went white at her professor’s words. I simply must not have understood what she meant. There was no way her professor was implying that she wanted to plant her ass on my face. Gabby’s dark eyes met mine. There was a slight bit of sympathy in them, but ultimately this was a woman who was tempted to get to work.
“I know this might seem unconventional, and that it will be unpleasant for you, but you didn’t think you would get your grade without doing serious work, did you?”
Reminding me of our deal made the upcoming situation a slight bit more palatable, but only slightly. I’d already subjected myself to being buried in another woman’s ass once each week, I wasn’t in a hurry to double that.
“Now, I’d like you to lay down under my desk with your head on my chair so that I can quiz you again while you’re being sat on. We’ll see if there are any differences between your two quizzes.”
She waited politely for me to move, but I couldn’t help but gawk at her. Finally, I sighed, hating how pathetic I was. Reticently, I stood up and walked to the back of her desk, sitting on the floor under her desk. I was annoyed with myself as I did it, but I did obey Gabby and laid my head on her well-cushioned chair.
Gabby walked over to me with a soft smile on her face. Her long, dark-brown hair framed her mature face. She shifted so that she was standing over me. Unlike Megan, who seemed to revel in dominating and standing over me, Gabby seemed more tepid. Like a person with any amount of modesty or humanity would do.
But those things weren’t going to stop her from using me in her experiment. Her hand went down to her skirt, but she paused once again. Slowly, she steeled herself and shifted her skirt up slightly, revealing the bottom of two round, brown cheeks. I gazed up at her face to see a slight blush. At least l wasn’t the only one who was embarrassed.
Gabby leaned back and her skirt naturally rose up now that she’d started lifting it. Her huge, tanned ass escaped from the garment as it came closer to my face. It was covered by a pair of thin red panties, forming a v-shape on her behind. Her ass’s descent slowed the closer it got to my face. I think it was because she was nervous, but it had the unintended side-effect of torturing me even more. Her butt hovered above my face, threatening to smush me at any moment. A stale, earthy odor wafted into my nose from above, making me crinkle my nose. My best prayer was that there might be a chance that she couldn’t go through with this.
WHUMPF!
No luck. My teacher’s ass jiggled as it settled over me, engulfing my nose in her smelly panties. The soft cotton wrapped around my nostrils. My nose was covered, and it was difficult to breathe. The smell was absolutely awful up close. I couldn’t believe she’d really done it. My professor’s butt was planted firmly on my face, feminine flesh completely encasing me.
“Okay. Let’s try this second assessment. Here’s the first question.”
Gabby recited the first question on the quiz she brought. I thought my overloaded sense of smell would be a major distraction, but to my surprise, I knew the answer. Trying to get this over with, I gave the answer.
“Mmmph.”
Or tried to. Dr. Gonzales jumped as my muffled words vibrated against her pussy, which was currently clamping my mouth shut. Another thing I didn’t want to think about.
“Oh, sorry. I hadn’t considered something like that might happen. Please. Try again.”
She sidled back, freeing my mouth but entombing the top half of my face even deeper. My nose was scrunched upwards, opening my nose even more to the heinous stench of smelly ass. With a plugged-up voice, I answered the first question, fairly certain I’d gotten it correct.
“Very good, that’s exactly right. Let’s keep going.”
Gabby remained seated on top of me as she continued her quizzing. Her juicy cheeks smushed against my face with the small movements she made. Her musty panties made it hard to focus, but to my surprise, I felt more confident with my answers this go around. She seemed to be very interested in this. Her trepidation from early seemed to disappear as we continued our weird meeting.15 minutes in, she gave me a question that I wasn’t so sure of. I gave an answer, but hesitantly and unsurely.
“Hmm. Not quite what I’m looking for.”
She shifted slightly, forcing my neck to follow. Then she muttered something under her breath, talking to herself.
“Maybe more stimulus would help? It doesn’t hurt to try.”
Two things happened in the next few seconds. First, Gabby’s hand moved down to my mouth. Next, she leaned forward, spreading her cheeks and making the smell even worse. I muffled out a surprised complaint. I should have saved it, because what she had in store was even worse.
Pbbbbthhh!
The eggy odor slammed me. I coughed against my teacher’s hand, but she remained in position and forced me to take in the awful stench. What the hell had gone wrong in my life for me to deserve this? For the second time this week, I was forced into smelling another woman’s gas from point blank. Her hand left my mouth, and I coughed out to try to empty out the air from my disgusted lungs.
“Now please try again.”
And, for some reason, the answer to her query came to my mind. I called it out, assuming that the quicker I answered her questions, the sooner she would remove her meaty ass from my face.
“Interesting. Yes, that is the right answer.”
She slid forward to get closer to her desk and take notes, though this had the side-effect of covering my mouth again. Her pen scratched against paper, and I could only imagine what she could possibly be writing down. Nothing flattering, that’s for sure. She shifted again, smearing her squishy cheeks across my face.
“Let’s move on to a harder one. But first…”
Bbbrrppt!
Another smelly release devastated my nose. I craned my neck back, trying to get away from the horrifying odor, but considering there was a grown woman’s full weight smushing my head into the chair, that didn’t exactly go well. When Gabby moved back again a few seconds later, I took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths through my mouth. To my horror, I could taste her gas as I sucked in the air that she’d tainted. Desperate for my reprieve, I answered the question to the best of my ability.
“That’s not precisely right, but it’s pretty close. You’re doing a lot better than the first go around; there might actually be interesting experiments to be done here. I think we’ve gotten as far as we can with these assessments for today.”
Thank God. I gave a strong sigh of relief at the fact that my torment would be over and that my professor should be getting up any second.
That hope was dashed when she leaned forward, settling her full weight on me and smushing my head deep into her cushioned chair. My nose was still planted firmly in her crack, and her mighty cheeks squished against my small face, completely overwhelming me.
“MMMMPHHHH!”
I groaned my discomfort into my professor’s ass, but she simply admonished me and started typing.”
“Not now Lacy. I really need to write down my thoughts while they’re fresh in my mind. I’ll let you up in just a few minutes I promise.”
And with that, Gabby made it quite clear to me that that she found her research significantly more important than my suffering. She remained seated on me while she typed up her thoughts, not at all caring that I was still forced to sniff the depths of her disgusting ass crack while she typed away on her computer. After a few minutes had passed, I had become fairly certain she’d forgotten about me. The keystrokes from above had shown no sign of stopping and she made no effort to even acknowledge my existence.
Ssssssstt!
This release was near silent, but the hot air felt like it might singe my nose hairs. This was by far the vilest attack on my sense of smell so far. I tried once more at a desperate plea, but it fell on deaf ears. She was just too engrossed in what she was doing to be worried about me being too grossed out to be reasonable.
“Oh, that’s important to note too.”
She was practically in a trance, trying to jot down as many thoughts as possible. I called out to her, but either she didn’t hear me, or she did and just didn’t care. Either way, she continued to use me as a cushion while she recorded every teeny thought in her brain.
Booorpt.
Another disgusting fart whooshed directly up my nose. My eyes were tearing up now. This torment couldn’t be over soon enough. I lost track of time under my teacher. Luckily, her gas slowed down, although only a little. She shifted excitedly while she typed, dragging my face across fleshy ass cheeks and constantly stuffing my nose deep in a crimson valley.
I was barely conscious when she next spoke to me, too battered by her butt and farts to have any energy. At some point, my phone buzzed in my pocket, signaling when our meeting was supposed to end. This too, didn’t stop my professor in her crazed work. It had to be at least a half-hour after our agreed meeting should have finished.
“Whew. You’ve done a great job today, Lacy; I had a lot to write about.”
“mmph.”
“Oh wow! I didn’t realize that much time had passed. I’m sorry to keep you so long.”
Finally, Dr. Gonzales stood up, removing her ass from my face. I stared up at the smooth, big brown behind that had been the source of my torment for at least an hour. I stumbled up to my feet with the help of her desk while she talked to me.
“I think we’ll have to budget in some extra time for our weekly meetings. At first, I thought there might be nothing to learn, but now I’m not so sure. I’m excited to see what kind of studies we could get approved.”
I turned to give her a pleading pout, but she didn’t register me at all. Just wanting to be done, I opened her door and walked out. My steps exiting Gabby’s office were a little unsteady, but I kept trudging. All I wanted to do right now was get home. I checked my phone; it was only10:30 and my day was already ruined. I slowly walked down one empty hall and into another, solely focused on finding the elevator and getting on with the rest of my day.
I didn’t hear her until she was upon me. In an instant, there was a hand around my mouth, and I was being pulled away by a much stronger person. I screamed into the soft hand and twisted in their arms, but I wasn’t nearly strong enough to budge them. My assailant half dragged, half carried me down a few hallways, ignoring my feeble attempts at a protest. Finally, I was pulled through a door into a dark room. I gave another useless muffled yell as the light was turned on to reveal a familiar curvy figure. Megan. The pure malice that oozed out of her smile made me shake with fear.
“Now don’t be like that La-seat. I couldn’t help but put my ear to the door and eavesdrop on your meeting with the professor. She couldn’t believe how much better you did with an ass in your face. I thought that sounded interesting too, so I booked us this nice soundproof study room for a few hours so that we could both get really acquainted with the material.”
She laughed and easily wrestled me down into a position I was getting far too familiar with, my head laying on a cushioned seat. Megan didn’t make much of a show out of the rest. She adjusted and lined herself up so that she’d land right where she wanted. For a few seconds, I looked up her skirt to see her pale, massive ass sticking out of her tiny white panties. Then her cheeks spread and my world went dark, soft globes parting to let my nose go as deep between them as possible. Megan’s horrid stench hit me like a punch in the face.
“Do you remember that taco place I told you about last week?”
PPBBBBBRRRTT!!
“It turns out, they serve breakfast burritos too!”