By: Facesitking
“Do not watch huh,” I sat staring at my TV screen, head tilted quizzically as I read the title of a new upload on my on-demand. Looking closer, I was shocked to see that there wasn't a description. Do Not Watch. That's all it said, there wasn't an option for a trailer, nothing. Well, only one thing to do in that situation really wasn't there.
My curiosity piqued, I clicked on the mysterious movie? Show? Whatever the hell it is.
I was greeted by a wave of static, after a few seconds I was left wondering if my TV had blown a fuse or something. Just as I slid forward to investigate, the screen suddenly flickered, a pair of red eyes appeared for a split second before the static came back, this time though it wasn't alone. Between the crackling sound, I could faintly hear an ominous feminine laugh echo throughout the room.
Suddenly the screen burst into focus of what appeared to be a graveyard. In the centre was an open grave, the picture fell silent, and the living room suddenly felt as if it was closing in around me, every shadow deeper and darker than it had been a moment before.
Then, a woman appeared, rising out of the grave as if carried by invisible strings. She slowly lifted and then lowered, her bare feet landing in the dirt. Examining the screen, I took the mysterious figure in. She was completely naked and very curvy.
Her enormous boobs and wide hips demanded attention as she lifted her head, her long black hair falling away to reveal a pretty face, her eyes were a deep crimson red and surrounded by thick smudged black eyeliner. Her lips were equally as dark, covered in a sloppy black lipstick, those lips spread into a wide smile, revealing her pearly white teeth and… fangs. All of this mixed with her grey skin and the fact she just floated out of a grave gave the impression that whoever she was, she wasn't exactly alive.
Despite that fact, she began sauntering forwards with plenty of pep in her step. I have to admit the CGI was frankly incredible, she looked very real as she closed in on the screen.
Just as it seemed she was about to bypass the camera, she placed her hand on what should have been a camera lense, and phased straight through. I had to check my eyes to double check I wasn't wearing 3D glasses. I wasn't.
The mysterious woman brought her other hand up and repeated the trick. I was stunned and confused, unable to make sense of what was happening. And then her hands fell and landed on my carpet and it became clear. This wasn't some amazing filming trick, this creepy woman was actually crawling out of my TV. Her head soon followed, her red eyes pinning me to my sofa in absolute terror.
“Hello,” the terrifying TV woman said in a low, seductive voice. “I've been waiting oh so long for someone to watch me again.”
I trembled in place as the rest of her body emerged from my screen, her knees joining her hands on my grey carpet, almost blending in as her skin tone pretty much matched with it.
She silently crawled her way over to me, rising up like some kind of demented spirit and hovering over me as I shrunk down into my cushions below her.
Raising a single hand, fingernails painted black, she reached down and pulled away the blanket I was busy hiding beneath and smiled at me. And then she turned around, leaving me to stare at 2 massive globes of soft, grey flesh. Before I could even think to say anything or react, she dropped back, her huge ass consuming my face between her ample butt cheeks. And then…
Pfffffffffffffbbbbbrrrrrttttt!
I was knocked out of my terror induced paralysis as the creepy woman unleashed a truly toxic fart directly on my face. I felt as if my head had been plunged into an abandoned meat locker where the contents had spent a decade rotting away. I desperately began to struggle but the woman was simply too big for me to move.
She let out a huge sigh of relief before grinding herself against my face, pulling my burning nose through her thick, meaty cheeks again and again.
“I've been holding that in for 2 years, you know. 2 years stuck in that grave without a soul to smell my farts. Well, now I've got you, and I have a lot saved up. So enjoy it, I know I will.”
The weight on my face shifted for a moment as the undead woman reached forwards and grabbed my bag of chips before settling back down, wiggling her hips side to side and burying me deep in her noxious ass crack. I continued beating against her thighs and desperately trying to lift her off of me, to now avail.
Brrrrrrrrrppt.
A second scorching blast knocks my struggles into overdrive, the scent of raw sewage and boiled cabbage burning my nostrils and leaving me a coughing mess beneath her. My struggles intensified, and that only seemed to entertain the woman relaxing on my face as she munched my snacks.
“Oh, I get it,” she said with a demonic giggle. “You're one of the weirdos huh? You wanna fight, and struggle, pretend you don't like it. Well, that's fine, it feels pretty good so keep it up. In fact, how about I motivate you a little.”
PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT.
I cried out in disgust as another airy blast of rancid gas shot directly up my nose, made all the worse by her repeated grinding. She pulled my nose across her greasy asshole again and again, forcing me to sniff her fart straight from the source.
“Damn, your food is really messing with me. I always forget I can't process food anymore, but it tastes so good. I'm sure you don't mind anyways, it's just more for you to enjoy.”
Sssssssssssss.
A hiss of red hot air with all the potency of a skunk suffering from IBS hit me in the face, causing me to retch violently into her crack. To my added horror, she then tossed the blanket she stole over her lap and sealed me in a dutch oven of steamy death.
There was no question as the her status as a living corpse, even without her horrifically potent gas, the woman smelt like death, a ungodly powerful earthy musk emanated from her crack, and with the blankets sealing me in, the only place for the stench to go was directly into my lungs.
Prrrrrbbbbbbtt.
I could also tell she had been holding this in for an immensely long time. It just kept coming. Fart after noxious fart filled the space around my face in a thick, smoggy cloud, hovering in place as it waited to be sucked up my nose. She also never stopped moving, grinding and wiggling on my face, smearing her rancid gas across me again and again as she lounged on me and kept eating. The knowledge of what those chips were doing to her stomach only served to make my stay under her ass that much more unpleasant.
“Honestly, tonight was so worth the wait. These are delicious and they are really messing me up. It must be so damn toxic under there, I bet this is a dream come through for you huh, you little pervert? Although, I will tell you one thing, most freaks aren't this comfortable. I could relax here all night. Would you like that? To spend all night as my comfy little cushion, sniffing up all my gas? You guys are so weird. Imagine summoning me just to fart on you.”
I cried out a muffled response that I most definitely did not summon her to do this to me. I'm not a freak or a perv or anything else of that nature, I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to endure this torture. It's fucking vile.
Pfffffffffttt.
And it seemed to never end, I had long since given in to the fact I wasn't able to move her. Just lying under her and sniffing up her endless supply of rancid, eggy gas. Doing all I could to clear it out and breathe something not tainted by her farts, even if it was only gonna be her ass crack. My efforts were in vain however as she just kept unleashing more vile ass blasts straight up my nostrils.
Minutes became hours as the creepy woman flicked on a movie and left me to inhale her stench. Time moved at a snail's pace as she hit me with one fart after another, never moving off of me and only moving to grind my face beneath her and slide my face between her cheeks.
I eventually accepted my place for the night, sniffing deeply every fart that ripped out of her asshole and snorting it up, hoping that some show of broken obedience might get her to release me. I had no such luck, if anything it seemed to encourage her to unleash more and more vile farts up my nose.
Eventually, after an undetermined amount of time, the weird woman finally stands up and tosses the blanket aside, giving me my first untainted breath in hours.
Glancing over her shoulder, she laughed at the state of me. I'd basically sunk into the sofa and my face probably had a green tinge to it following hours of sucking her tori's emissions.
“Well, it's almost dawn, so I should get going. You've honestly been the most comfortable seat I've ever had. But, before I go, one question. Did you summon me by mistake?”
I glanced up at the demon who had gleefully spent 10 hours gassing me and then to the TV, which showed the same Do Not Watch from earlier. I nodded my head, not trusting myself to speak in my state.
“Soooo, you probably haven't been having fun down there huh?” She asked, a half smile on her face as if the whole fucked up situation was somehow funny.
I shook my head, a little more vigorously to show I wasn't amused by the whole mistake.
Her face dropped a little at my answer, a mask of disappointment painting her features.
“Oh, that's a shame… you were so comfortable. In was hoping you'd summon me again.”
Again I shook my head, not in a million years was I gonna summon her again. In fact I'm forever going to take every warning I see completely seriously.
At least that's what I had in mind, the weird TV lady however smiled sinisterly at me as a new thought entered her head.
“Well, it sucks that you didn't enjoy yourself, and that you called me here by mistake,” she said, her red eyes flashing with mischievous intent. “But I simply can't allow such a comfortable cushion go so easily. Plus I don't want to hold my farts in for another few years, so I'm just gonna take you with me. You can be my new permanent chair and fart filter.”
My eyes went wide as I shook my head more vigorously than ever. I tried to stand, to get away from the insane woman, but my body refused to obey. I was just too tired, exhausted after my painfully stinking all nighter and completely at her mercy.
Reaching down, a strong hand clamped around my wrist, and with a single pull, she managed to force me off the sofa where I fell to my knees.
“P-p-please…” I managed to croak, my throat burning from the effort.
“Oh already,” the woman states, much to my confusion. A second later her spare hand found my hair and harshly pulled my head up and then forwards. I barely had a second to scream before my face was wedged right back between her cheeks.
“I'll assume you were begging for some more gas. And if you weren't, you will be soon. You'll learn to love it, we have all the time in the world.”
Brrrrrrrrrppt.
My whole body seized up as I was hit by a fresh wave of gas. Even following 10 straight hours of tortured sniffing, a couple of minutes of fresh air had reset my lungs, causing that to feel just as painful and potent as the first.
“Now, you sniff that and we can get you settled in your new home.”
As if by instinct, my nostrils immediately flared and I found myself vacuuming up her rotten gas straight from her crack. My new owner took a moment to pull my face up and down, essentially repurposing me into toilet paper.
As she released my hair, she stepped back towards the TV, dragging me behind her.
Just like before she phased straight through it, all the while keeping a firm grip on my wrist. A moment later, I found my own hand entering the TV, passing through it as if it were water. Soon my head and the rest of my body passed through as well, pulling me completely into her realm. My new home, where I was destined to exist as nothing more than a cushion and a fart filter. A tool for this woman to use for the rest of time. As I was pulled towards the empty grave, all I could think was…
Why the fuck did I watch?