By: DeepDesiresFulfilled
Life on a downward spiral, Lisa keeps getting pushed further down. Everytime she thinks she’s reached rock bottom, she just slams through said floor. Last job fell through and her previous partner ran off with some rich chick. Nearly out of money and falling behind on rent, Lisa is the walking definition of screwed.
Last ray of hope was the job interview she is currently walking to. She has not even the slightest clue as to what the position is for but she doesn’t have the time or money to question it. Given the site she found the listing, it seemed like something akin to an office job but even that was just a guess.
Pushing open the two glass doors to the massive building, Lisa gingerly approaches the front desk.
“Uhm excuse me, I am here for an interview with Blake Brown.”
The woman looks up from her computer and with a warm smile says,
“Okay, just let me look it up and her schedule to make sure nothing has changed. Go ahead and have a seat over there and I’ll get back to you shortly.”
Lisa sweating bullets, nods and sits where directed. Unable to settle her mind even for a second, her leg restlessly bounces as her palms grow sweaty (knees weak, arms are heavy, vomit on her sweater already).
“Excuse me ma’am. I don’t see an interview anywhere on her schedule for today.”
Quickly standing to her feet, Lisa nervously says,
“I spoke with her on the phone yesterday and was told to come in around eleven in the morning. Could you check with her please?”
“Huh, normally she is very good about getting all her meetings onto her schedule. I’ll give her a call to double check.”
Lisa idly stands by as the call is being made. Not being able to hear either side of the conversation isn’t helping her ever climbing nervousness. The call lasting less than thirty seconds, the woman turns back and says,
“Take the elevator up to floor six, she will be waiting for you. She just forgot to add it to the list for today. Good luck up there.”
She gives the woman a nod and walks off to the elevator. Pressing the button for the sixth floor, Lisa lets out a long sigh of relief as the doors close. Still not out of the woods yet, she calms a little bit knowing she at least still has the interview. The elevator slowly creeps up the building and with each floor passed the nervousness pushes back in a full force.
With a soft ding the doors slide apart to reveal a tall thick woman wearing a suit that is way too small. One wrong move and if logic resided here, the entire suit pants and all would explode off her. Since this isn’t a setting with an abundance of logic, the seemingly painted on clothes hold strong.
An uneasy silence settles around them as neither elects to speak. Blake just looks Lisa up and down as a lion would its meal, examining every last one of her details. More focused on the fact that she hasn’t spoken and the previous anxiousness, Lisa fails to notice the wolf in incredibly tight clothing. Realizing she has just been staring for too long, Blake smiles wide and says,
“Sorry about that! Brain short circuited for a moment there. Welcome and follow me to my office. How was the walk over here?”
As she turns and begins walking away, Lisa is given one hell of a view. Blake’s pants are tight and form fitting, they could easily be mistaken for yoga pants. She isn’t into women but can’t stop staring at the somehow concealed massive cheeks bouncing with her every step. Lisa’s brain is no longer worried in the slightest, it is all now focused on how in the hell those pants aren’t in two pieces after every step. It takes every ounce of her willpower to yank her eyes away as Blake stops at a door and begins to turn.
“Come on in and have a seat then we can get started.”
Lisa is now very aware of the height difference as she must squeeze past Blake in the doorway. She is in prime standing motorboating height. Not that Lisa thought too much about that but she is being written by a guy and I would have been so I point it out. Due to the proximity of Blake during the interaction, Lisa could feel the heat radiating from the wonderfully placed breasts. This does give her a closer look at Blake’s clothes and she now genuinely believes her clothes are painted on. Over here looking like Mystique but the business woman version, not a bad version but not what anybody expected.
Blake follows her in and locks the door on the way in. Lisa is far too busy contemplating having thoughts not of her own creation to notice the click of the lock. With a half smile, Blake walks to her chair and plops down unnecessarily hard.
“It’s very nice to meet you Miss uhmm…”
She gives a casual smile that doesn’t remotely match the situation and begins looking through papers on her desk. For the entirety Lisa is tapping her foot and trying not to blurt her last name. Making her interviewer feel foolish definitely wouldn’t do her any favors.
“... ah Miss Downunda!”
Blake said with a slight laugh at the ironic last name given what's coming. Stifling the giggles to the best of her ability, Blake once collected looks up to Lisa and says,
“So tell me a bit about yourself, Miss Downunda.”
After ten or so minutes of normal interview questions, Blake then begins asking some odd and seemingly out of place ones.
“So Miss Downunda, you had mentioned that you were having issues with your rent, could you tell me a bit about that situation?”
Not wanting to answer the personal probing question but Lisa doesn’t have the luxury of not responding.
“I uhmm have been having a hard time keeping up with rent after my partner left me. So it has been a bit of a struggle lately for me.”
“Ah, that’s terrible. Are you close with your family or anyone that would notice you missing? Hypothetical of course. Hours can… range and go on for a while and that can cause some to think you have up and vanished.”
“I am not close with my family as of late. I don’t really have too many friends that would notice long stints of inactivity.”
Blake smiles wide as she hears everything just the way she had hoped and opens up a folder to reveal a thick stack of papers. She keeps smiling and sets a pen on top of them then says,
“Everything seems to be in order, now all you need to do is sign the dotted line and we can get started! You’ll… fit right in around here!”
With little to no thought aside from amazement at the speed this all happened, Lisa reaches for the pen immediately. Wasting no time, she clicks the pen open and rapidly signs her name at the bottom of the top page. The more ink that hits the paper, Blake gets more and more excited. Right when the final letter soaks into the paper the pen falls from her grasp and her signature briefly glows red. Blake starts laughing, nearly reaching a near demonic cackle as her newest ‘employee’ disappears from sight.
Blake reaches under her desk and grabs out a duffle bag. She walks over to the pile of clothes with a very pissed tiny Lisa atop them. Smile still plastered across her now gigantic face, Blake picks her up between her index finger and thumb. Quickly stuffing the forcefully discarded clothes and shoes into the duffle bag, she lifts her up to her eye line and says,
“It is amazing to me how nobody ever reads the contracts. I was a little nervous that you may read, even by mistake, a single word on the page. Desperate people never think twice before signing, it literally says right above your signature “...will be shrunken down for Blake Brown’s pleasure indefinitely”!”
As pointless as it is, Lisa struggles against the vice-like grip of Blake’s fingers. She is honestly more pissed at herself for running head first and blindly into a massive contract. In her defense, who in the hell would have expected this as a possible outcome. Maybe locked into a job with horrible pay for a few years but being shrunken down amazingly wasn’t one of her concerns.
Blake licks her lips and takes uneven deep long breaths as she watches her newest toy wriggle around between her fingers. The struggle keeps going for several minutes and Blake is loving every last second of it. She is having a hard time not just playing with her immediately but she holds it together long enough to see Lisa wear herself out. She just goes limp as she realizes she has made zero ground with her escape. Like the person writing this story eyeing down a cheeseburger, Blake’s gaze lustfully stares at the panting tiny woman and sadistically says,
“Are you done acting like a monkey on crack? As much as I love watching your struggles, I need you to process the words that are about to exit my mouth thoroughly and completely. First things first, you need to get to work!”
Blake drops the tiny Lisa onto her desk chair and right as she impacts, two gigantic fleshy globes follow closely behind. Lisa attempts to scramble to her feet and get out of dodge but it ends up being a pointless endeavor. The titanic cheeks of Blake come crashing down, mashing Lisa somewhere under her immense weight.
Blake spends a good minute grinding and wiggling her ass into the seat cushion. The weight bearing down on top of Lisa is a kin to having a semi truck balancing solely on her body. Completely immoble, she is feeling more like a sticker stuck to the ass of female satan. The fact that she isn’t dead is equally a surprise and a disappointment to the smashed tiny below. Each and every breath is scarce and nowhere near enough to survive off of.
“It wasn’t all lies that I said, I was really looking to fill a position, just not for my company. I have been looking for quite a while for the perfect person and that is you, my personal tiny! Your job is extremely simple, all you need to do is stay still and snort in my farts while being a comfy addition to my seats! Speaking of which…”
Exiting her ass with the force of a hurricane, the gas punches through the thin clothing and right into Lisa's face. The rumble it sends throughout the chair feels like an earthquake to the misfortunate tiny between her cheeks. Saying it smelled horrendous would be an understatement, it was meaty and had to have come from the depths of hell. Lisa spends the entirety of the fart attempting and utterly failing to defend her upturned face from the onslaught flooding into it. About half of the thick toxic brown cloud entered her nose and the rest hangs in the air between Blake’s cheeks. Lisa is caught in a constant cycle of gagging, coughing, taking a deep breath, and gagging once more.
As the blast finally comes to an end, Blake busts out laughing whilst feeling Lisa twitch beneath her. A majority of the sound of said laughter is muffled by the mountain of fat she is buried under but she does feel every last giggle jiggle throughout her cheeks. The pair of yoga balls momentarily lift up off her, birthing hope that is rapidly smothered, alongside Lisa.
Like flipping a light switch off and on, Lisa is quickly sent back into the darkness of Blake’s all encompassing ass. With a sadistic and lustful look across her face, Blake proceeds to steam press the tiny time after time purely to fulfill her own deep twisted desires. The brown gas from the latest fart being ejected in every direction with every monumental strike. White hot pain fires through Lisa’s body as the anvil that is Blake’s ass pummels ceaselessly onto her for the next minute straight. The only benefit to Lisa in this minute of hell is that it aired out Blake’s crack.
With a final little bounce, Blake settles into place with a shit eating grin. Lisa, still reeling from the assault she endured, fails to notice where her face is now deeply pressed. The only ray of sunshine in Lisa’s current situation is that she isn’t being painfully crushed at the moment. It’s too bad that the same ray is a double agent and is just Blake’s asshole centered right on her face, ready to show its true colors with a bang.
“This isn’t all bad for you, there are some benefits with this position. The biggest and best among them being that you’ll be spending a large majority of your days buried between my big beautiful cheeks! If my sexiness isn’t enough for you, there is the second benefit that goes hand and hand with the first. You said you were having issues with rent and would’ve been homeless in the near future. That will never happen now that my ass is your permanent home! Not that you are being paid but in a manner of speaking, you are almost always going to be on the clock. Speaking of, here is your next ‘project’ to work through.”
The millisecond before the second hurricane was poised to strike, Lisa figured out exactly where her face was placed. Feeling Blake’s asshole attempting to swallow her head right before the fart was a pretty big eye opener. She screams as her nose is subjected to the most thunderous eggy blast. Every last hair in her nose burnt off as if Blake’s asshole was a flamethrower.
The dense dark yellow gas assaults her senses in ways she never thought could be possible. The smell is ten times worse than the previous one was, making it seem pleasant by comparison. Lisa and the mountains of ass above her rumble and jiggle throughout the gaseous eruption.
“So, unless you are drop dead stupid or just dead, you should have noticed some of the other ‘benefits’. You’re lucky I like monologuing! I did add some… features to your tiny form. Your sense of smell has been dialed up as much as I can without killing you. Okay that one may just be for my enjoyment but a feature nevertheless.”
Blake gleefully grinds her ass into the cushion, washboarding Lisa’s face against her musky crack. She carries on grinding harder and harder, loving every second of her fart sniffer’s misery and slight twitching. Biting her lip, Blake falls into a lust fueled haze while performing the most effective stinkface on Lisa.
Equally lucky and unlucky, the stinkface comes to an end due to the loud meaty fart that trumpets out. Once again, Lisa begins screaming as the fart plows its way into her face. And once again every last bit of breathable air is tainted with dark thick green smog emanating from the giantess’s unforgiving asshole.
“Oh, I got a little distracted there. Your face is just so versatile and pressed in the best damn spot it could possibly be! The grinding really gave me a good segway into the last benefit, you are pretty much indestructible as my tiny and have no need for food! So I can play as rough as I want for as long as I want and you’ll be just fine, physically at least. Now be a good fart sniffer and snort my filth, not that you have anywhere else to be!”
Right as she finishes speaking, Lisa in Blake’s mind at least, is now nothing more than an effective fart absorber. She lets out a long sigh and begins typing at her computer as if there isn’t a tiny human sucking her dialed up vileness. Lisa in no way is enjoying her so-called benefits, all of them just make her terrible situation even worse. She can’t help but to fixate on the fact that all of this could've been avoided if she read a single word of the contract. Lesson well learned not that it matters in the slightest now.
~~~ Several Hours of Sitting Later ~~~
Those long hours for Lisa dragged as if every minute of that hour was an hour itself. The farts may have slowed but that means nothing when every last one leaves a massive dense cloud behind, tainting every single breath after. Each time the fart is close to being filtered away another swoops in to keep it all topped up. Blake after the first few farts completely began to ignore and then forget all together about her tiny crack huffer.
Another rumble sounds from Blake’s stomach and Lisa mentally prepares as much as one could. To her surprise instead of a new toxic cloud to snort through there is a rush of light. Laying in the center of a multi-colored cloud of foulness, Lisa no longer gags as it enters her tiny lungs. Looking down at her partly obscured toy, Blake giggles a bit at her state and says,
“I am going to grab some lunch. I am not an evil boss and was going to offer you a meal but you don’t need to eat anymore! So you be a good little fart sniffer and I’ll be right back for you.”
Lisa lays limply in the slowly dissipating cloud of gas defeated and with thoughts of escape. Given that what she just went through was from a happy Blake Brown, she’d not want to piss her off with what would probably end up being a failed attempt. Being so lightheaded that she can’t sit up isn’t doing ideas of grand escape any favors. Just as the cloud around her dissipates enough to see fully through it reveals just how short of a break it would end up being.
Blake’s ass shoves through the cloud and plops down into the office chair, causing it to creak loudly under the sudden impact. Wordlessly she grinds her ass around until Lisa is back into prime sniffing position. No clue as to what she could be eating, Lisa just knows it isn’t going to go in her favor. No point in lying to herself, this is going to be an even more awful time and both of them know it.
“Tuna and egg sandwich! I was hoping one of those dumbasses packed something like this! They never pack anything good but today we are in luck! I would share some with you but… well you know. Don’t worry little sniffer, you’ll get a ‘taste’ of it here soon! Ah here it comes, I hope you enjoy it as much as I am!”
A thick hot cloud of pink and yellow toxic ‘air’ invades Lisa’s perfectly positioned face. Somehow and against all odds, it is far far worse than anything before it. She returns to heavily gagging as the blended dense gas cloud makes its way into her lodged nose, filling and defiling her lungs.
“Oh don’t be such a little baby about it! You quite literally signed up for this among a few other things as well.”
Blake undoes her belt and leans back with a long sigh. Eating the last few bites, Lisa’s fate is sealed and bound to only get worse. What little thought is currently possible whilst huffing toxic waste is based around who or what she had to have pissed off to earn this treatment. Not having a single clue who or what that could be, Lisa would do just about anything to get out of this hell.
Cutting off that thought is another earth shaking blast that jiggles Blake’s thick cheeks more than ever before. Lisa wasn’t even a quarter of the way done huffing the first one, causing most of this one to blast out and into the room. Blake waves her hand in front of her face to rid the pink yellow cloud leaking from between her massive cheeks.
“Ooo that smells awful! Did you forget your title or something? You already were doing a terrible job but this is just pathetic! Looks like you need a bit of training!”
Blake retightens her belt and stands up off her chair, making sure to snatch up tiny Lisa. Dangling her just in front of her face, Blake smiles wide at the near unconscious fart sniffer. With some fresh air reaching her lungs now, Lisa is waking up to the terror of what ‘training’ could possibly entail. Not even a moment later she is whisked down and behind Blake. Rubbing her between her cheeks for a moment until Lisa’s face finds her crack. With one hard push her face is sealed perfectly and held tightly in place.
“Okay tiny sniffer, I want long deep sniffs once I begin letting it out! Brace yourself, you are about to learn why I am Ms. BROWN!”
Pointlessly Lisa attempts to remove her face but it’s like trying to beat a bear in a bare knuckle fist fight. Hopeful thoughts are nice but aren’t going to win you or Lisa your fights. All of the fight leaves within seconds as the worst gas since world war one enters the scene.
Firing out like a chaingun was the longest and nastiest fart to have ever exited Blake Brown’s asshole or to have entered Lisa’s poor nose. Arms and legs flailing as the dark brown monster forcefully punches around her face. Its foulness is well beyond any sort of scaling system made to this date. That is just for the average human nose, Lisa’s enhanced sense of smell makes this even more amazing in the worst sort of way.
Aside from the gas that forced its way inside, she only managed a small sniff before falling into an intense gagging and coughing fit. Lisa never even had a shot at completing what was demanded of her. Too much gas for such tiny lungs to fully handle.
“What the fuck was that? Did you even try at all? Worry not my tiny sniffer, there is plenty more to help you learn the ropes! Speaking of, snort this one!”
Lisa’s limp body is once again made to flail about from the incurring onslaught of vileness that is screaming out of Blake Brown’s asshole. Once again Lisa is only able to inhale a small bit before returning to another gagging and coughing fit. With most of it entering the air and not her sniffer’s lungs, Blake keeps dropping bomb after bomb after each failed attempt.
After twenty straight minutes of failed attempts and a room full of toxic brown filth, Blake lets out a long sigh and says,
“Well I thought you’d learn faster than this, my legs are getting tired. Whelp, the benefit of having a personal office is me being able to do whatever I want and no one else will ever know!”
Blake sweeps everything off her desk and lays down with her ass up in the air. She then shoves Lisa as deep as her clothes allow, making sure that her tiny face is smashed to her crack. Flexing her massive mounds, Blake traps and seals her sniffer between them. Then Blake lets out the longest and most vile fart she could muster up. This time around the path of least resistance is Lisa’s mouth and nose. The first few seconds of the near black fart flows right inside of her tiny sniffer’s lungs but is quickly overwhelmed. Lisa passes out from the smell and shear force behind its ejection a few seconds later.
Feeling a twitching between her cheeks come to a screeching halt, Blake releases the vice-like grip. The remainder of the fart acts as an ejector seat and yeets Lisa’s unconscious body across the office. With a soft thump, her limp body smacks the far wall, sticking to it from all the damp farts and sweat.
“Oops, where did my little fart sniffer go? Sure were in a hurry to leave your new home, my big sexy cheeks. We can’t have you going homeless! That would be terrible!”
She slides off her desk and scans the far end of the room for Lisa. Spending a few minutes searching behind furniture and along the wall, Blake, much to her aggravation comes up empty handed.
“What the hell, there is no way that little shit is awake already! There are only so many places for her to be! Fart sniffer, if you are awake and hiding I’ll…”
As she was speaking, Lisa was slowly peeling off the wall and fell into a trashcan. In the silent office the sound of her tiny body impacting the crumpled papers really stood out. Blake stops talking as she hears the little body land into the trash can. Laughing pretty hard at this revelation, Blake says,
“Well come on now Lisa, you're not trash! Pretty close to being it, but not quite. Come to momma, my tiny ‘friend’.”
After a few seconds of sifting through the piles of paper and the wrapping from the sandwich she ate, Blake pulls out the tiny and very dirty body of Lisa. Still very much unconscious, Lisa is covered in quite a few things at this point. Most of which is fart soaked sweat and sandwich crumbs.
“Had me scared there for a second. I thought my newest toy had escaped but you would never do that to me. Given that I don’t hear otherwise I’ll take that as fact. I’ll keep you a lot closer until I get home.”
She plops Lisa’s tiny body onto her desk with a wet splat, causing her ‘momma’ to wince with disgust. Undoing her belt, Blake pulls on the back of both her pants and panties. Wearing the same look of disgust, she peels the sticker that is her tiny off her desk and drops her limp body into her pants. After a bit of wiggling and giving herself a wedgie, Lisa is tightly pressed to Blake’s oily and sweaty crack.
“Alright little one, let’s get out of here,” she looks down at the massive mess she made and says, “Ah I’ll get one of the interns to clean that up.”
With a hard smack of her own ass, Blake makes her way out of her office and points at the nearest unlucky victim.
“You have the honor of cleaning up my office for me! Step to it and get it done fast!”
“Yes ma’am, right away!”
They quickly stand up and rush into her office. Their hand quickly shoots to cover their nose and they try to back out of the room.
“Nope, get your ass in there!”
She shoves them back inside, sending them back into the gas chamber of her office. Although most of the clouds of filth have dissipated, there still is a light fog throughout.
“Oh dear god!”
“Have fun! Make sure it all is perfect or I’ll see to it that you never get hired!”
“Yes *gag* ma’am *gag*!”
With the most sadistic smile stretched across her face, Blake walks away from her office quite satisfied with herself. Lisa remains unconscious deep between her bare sweaty cheeks, being squished around with every step. Right as she reaches her car, Blake feels slight wiggling against her asshole. She plops her ass down hard on the seat and says,
“Nope, you had your chance to please me and you failed miserably. Get back to your nap!”
Making sure to roll the windows down first, Blake then lets out fifteen seconds of wet eggy fart right into Lisa’s half conscious face. The first five seconds was more than enough to knock her back out and the rest was purely for her own enjoyment.
“Enjoy your nap! I still have some things that need doing and I don’t want to hear your tiny bitching the whole time.”
~~~ A Few Hours Later ~~~
Feeling her naked body laying on a wooden surface, Lisa’s eyes slowly open up. She is laying on top of what she guesses is a night stand inside a bedroom. The lights are off and it is dead silent throughout the room. Much to her dismay, Lisa’s entire body is covered in a stinking layer of sticky sweat. She peels her body off of the surface after a few seconds of great effort. She looks to her right and all of her hope is quickly dashed across the rocks.
“Enjoy your nap, my little sniffer? What’s wrong, did you really think you’d dodge your punishment for failing to snort up all those farts? I wasn’t going to give you this responsibility this soon but you earned it for being a bad sniffer.”
Her massive hand comes down and crushes Lisa back to the surface. She is then drug across it and in between her fingers. The opposite hand whips up her blankets and Lisa rockets towards the bare ass of Blake. Her screams are quickly silenced as she slips between the two massive sweaty flesh mounds. Blake’s middle finger begins rubbing Lisa’s face across her sweaty and oily crack.
She gets back under the covers and lets out a long eggy blast all while her finger grinds up and down. The farts were bad enough but now they have nowhere to go aside from her nose. Dutch oven in full swing, Blake begins moaning as the fingers of her opposite hand begin diving into her pussy. Both hands rapidly do their jobs faster and faster by the second. Lisa’s ego was already fractured from earlier but with every pass her face makes of her crack it breaks a little more.
A few minutes into the nastier version of being washboarded, Lisa begins to get as used to it as she can. As if Blake somehow knew, she soon kicks it up a notch. With one last act of humiliation, Lisa is thrust ankles deep into Blake’s slimy asshole. She doesn’t even bother screaming as she knows it will only make her have to taste what she is forced to smell already. Ego beyond recovery, she just lays still as Blake’s enjoyment rapidly climbs as her fingers delve deeper in her now dripping pussy.
Blake’s moans get louder than before and Lisa can now feel them vibrating through her asshole. As if this all wasn’t enough, the moaning begins to climb to a deafening degree for the sniffer turned butt plug.
“Holy shit! You are jjjjust the ppperfect size! Ohhh my ggg…”
She then lets out several small farts in rapid succession to match the beat of her finger’s wiggles. This by far is the greatest orgasm she has ever had, it is taking a lot out of both ladies for very different reasons. Fingers limply fall out of her soaked pussy and as if as a reward, Blake lets out one loud trumpeting fart. They were loud before but being lodged inside the source really dials up the volume to that of a gun going off. Most of the eggy blast leaks out and around Lisa’s poorly or perfectly positioned body depending on who you ask of course.
Once the fart fully passes through and the gags and coughs slowly settle, Lisa hears the one other sound she feared, snoring. Blake’s pleasure was too great and just forced her into a very deep and wonderful sleep. Lisa on the other hand has given up on trying to do anything about her position and is now just thinking,
“And this was only day one of my corporate sniffer career…”