The Erica Saga, Part 1: "Kidnapping"
by Story-anon

The character Erica is based off of a real person in my life. Nothing has been changed of her character other than her name and a tweak to fetishistic tendencies.

This story contains the Story-anon cocktail: farting, dirty panties, stinky asses, mild smell/foot on occasion, and body/facesitting.

-INTRO-
Erica was the sweetest girlfriend a guy could ask for. She was on the wider side of thick (not fat but close) which I was quite the fan of. She was always the happiest when she saw me and she was the cuddliest person ever. We often sat together and gazed at the sky. Her natural musk was always there in about a 3-inch radius. I never minded it though, except for one time when her house's plumbing got messed up and she couldn't shower for a week or two. Her B.O. got overwhelming fast.

Her family, on the other hand, weren't the most dainty of people, and were somewhat crazy. Her dad had left her at a young age so the house was just her, her mom, and her two sisters. I heard multiple times threats to kill me if I ever broke up with her, hurt her, or anything. I didn't take them 100% seriously, but I knew they could do some damage. They had shady connections.

Eventually I made the decision to break it off, because I knew that if I didn't free myself from those toxic people it would only get worse. That combined with her tendency to get super overprotective (she had once snarled at someone she viewed as competition) made me eventually break up with her.

-STORY BEGIN-
A month post-breakup, things had been fine. I figured I might have to get in a fight with some people that Erica's family knew or duck out of school to avoid them early, but so far nothing had come of it. She was acting friendly and it seemed like she cared enough about me to convince them to leave me alone.

After school one day, her big sister Ella walked up to me. Both of her sisters were older than her. Ella was thinner than Erica, being thick but not chubby. We were behind the gym as I had just finished gym class, my last of the day. She had a rag.

"Hey, remember the drawing you showed me a week ago?" Ella asked.
I vaguely did. "Yeah, I guess so," I told her.
"Well I found this rag and there's a faint marking that looks just like it." She held it out to me.
I looked but it seemed to be blank. "I don't see anyth-HMMM MMM!" I was cut off as she clamped it over my nose and mouth, grabbing my arm with her other hand. I smelled chloroform and then it was dark.

I awoke lying, to a steady mechanical hum. I tried to sit up before realizing I was strapped into the back seat of a car, on my side. I could see Ella driving. I tried to speak but duct tape was stuck over my mouth. All that came out was "Mmmm mmph hmm".

She wordlessly shifted position, one of her thick buttcheeks lifting from the car seat, her yoga pants softly clinging to it. She held the position for five seconds and sighed orgasmically, putting the cheek back down on the car seat. About a second later, a powerful stink attacked my nostrils. It was intense, and smelled foul. I thrashed around in my bonds and tried to yell but everything held strong.

"Oh my god that's bad," she said, "I knew it was gonna be rank but not this rank. God, that was a bad one. Ohhhh that must be torturous for you," she said slowly, half evil and half surprised. "Stew in it," she demanded. I had no other choice as it wasn't going away and the car was filled with it like a giant dutch oven. The stench stayed and remained assaulting my senses. I could barely take it, and then she rolled down the windows, letting the air stream in. I was confused but grateful, as I couldn't take much more of her nasty fart air as she drove.

"Ah, fresh air," she said, relieved, when all the stink was gone. She then rolled the windows back up, and as soon as they were fully up-

PLURRPLTRPT

She let out a bubbling ripper into her car seat, which tainted the clean air once more, and the stink filled up the back of the car again. I dry retched behind my duct tape because the foul stench drove into my nose again. Dear god it was bad. I was thrashing around as hard as I could but I was held fast.

PLRT PLRRRT PLT PLP PL PL PL PL

She let out a machine gun of a fart, firing off hot rank rounds from her big butt into the seat and the car. The stink doubled and even she coughed from the foul intensity of her farty air.

BLAP

Her last bubble was extra wet and only added to the horrible torture my nostrils were experiencing. She let it steam, the whole car full of her noxious emissions, before lowering the window again. It took longer but it all streamed away, and she rolled them back up so she could taint the air again.

PLRRRRRORPOPOPORGLUPLURPLURPT

What had been clean air filled with a stink that was somehow worse than her previous emissions. She didn't want a constant barrage. She wanted her gas to be horrible compared to the previous air, so she'd siphon out the fart air for clean air she could fart in again to mess up. And boy was it working. The stink overwhelmed me, pushing in my nostrils and infecting my lungs. I tried to cough but couldn't.

Ella repeated the same process twice more: wait a minute, roll down her windows, wait for the air to get clean, roll 'em back up, and fart a nasty burst again. I was dying, the fart torture being unbearable to experience.

She stopped the car. "We're here, bitch," she said harshly, and opened her door. She walked over to mine and opened it. I expected her to untie me and take me wherever I was going, but she instead planted her yoga-panted, huge, soft, fuming ass on my face. Her ass smelled like her farts, mixed with shit smell. She pulled them down slightly so to reveal skidmarked panties, and placed the skidmark on my nose. Her ass stench was drifting into my nose and I couldn't do anything.

BLRRRRBLRRRRPLRRORORPLORPLORRRR-

She started pushing out a super long, seemingly endless blast onto my face.

-TLRRRPKRRRPLRRGLROPRLGRRORLPRRRPLRRR-

Its horrid stench pervaded right through my nose. I thrashed but she stayed seated, keeping farting like there was no tomorrow.

-BLORRRPLOORPLORRRRRRRRPRRRR-

I smelt no more and passed out.

I awoke face-down, spread-eagled, with a bad scent in my nose. My face was pressed against fabric and I was horrified to see that I'd been nuzzling a faded pink pair of dirty panties. I immediately tried to get up but I couldn't move. The duct tape over my mouth was still there and I could only sniff the rank ass-stench. I rotated my head to see piles of dirty clothes on the floor, posters of punk rock and heavy metal bands on the walls, and a bunk bed. A sinking feeling hit me when I realized I was in Erica's room, shackled to the floor. The door creaked open.

I heard footsteps behind me, and slowly Erica walked into my field of view, stepping close to my head where I could smell her feet. It wasn't a pleasant smell to say the least, and her shoes were still on.

"Haha," she laughed, "you still stink from Ella. Whoo!" She noticed my struggles and pulled the used panties from beneath my head, taking a tentative sniff. "Jeez Annah, you said you only wore these for a few days," she marveled to no one in particular before tossing the panties into one of the piles of dirty clothes. I looked around to see if Annah, her older sister, actually was in the room, but we were alone. She then remarked "Well, I guess it's time for you to see if I stink worse than Annah." I started squirming and trying to say the word "No", but I couldn't. She understood and simply replied "You should have thought about this before you broke up with me," and sat down where my neck met my back.

Her weight immediately pushed down on me causing pain, the fabric of her blue jeans rubbing on my back. There was no way she hadn't gained weight since we dated. The cushion of her extra chub didn't help much. I was also in the position of having her not-very-nice feet on either side of my head, but those didn't bother me as much as her ambient sweat and ass smell did. It was as bad as the time her plumbing broke. What had she been doing?

"Ah, so how's it smell down there?" she asked in a casual-dominant voice that would drive me wild in a different situation. I tried to answer but all that came out was mmphs. "How about... now?" she said, straining on the word "now".

BRRRRRP

A fairly sizeable fart ejected from her large rear, and warmed my back before the smell drifted to my face. It was horrible, as bad as Ella's larger farts, and I tried to cough but all I could do was through my nose. Jesus! I tried to move around but she stayed on my back and I couldn't budge her.

Her gas had, for as long as I remember, been a force to be reckoned with. Even when I was eight and she was nine and we went to the same sleepover at a friend's house, I vividly remember her farting multiple times, taking pleasure in letting them out near people and watching their disgusted reactions to her farts, which were bad even then. I had the later displeasure of sharing in multiple gassy moments when we had middle school classes together, and she turned off her filter when we'd been dating for a while. Her tendency to fart on people rather than near them had me in quite a few situations where she'd fart at me or hug me and fart so I couldn't escape, all in the name of fun. Well, fun for her at least, but I hated sniffing her bound-to-be-rank gas. But I digress. Those are stories for a different time.

PRT

She let out another smaller warm pop onto my back, which ended up as rank as the one before it. Rotten egg mixed with sulphur and shit smell. I felt like retching. Her feet didn't help considering they smelled like a runner's even with shoes.

PRT PRRRT PLRT

It was about twenty seconds later but she fired off three more rounds from her loaded cannon, and forget about what it felt like, I WAS retching. Holy shit, literally! These were bad even for her!

She turned around, so her front was facing my back and her big butt was pressing against my neck, presenting a new pain.

PRRRRRRTRRTRRTRTRPRPRPRP

She farted a long one that split into a rapid-fire burst of gassy air against my neck and assaulting my nose. I thrashed but her wide weight on my back was unmovable, like a boulder.

She waited and let her stink drift into my nose for about a minute wordlessly before she stood up. She kicked off her sneakers and shimmied out of her jeans, her proportions expanding out of the fabric they'd been pressed into. I noticed a very strange color change on her big backside before she turned, walked over to me, and unshackled my hands, then moving to my feet. I scrambled to get up and run for it but she grabbed me by the leg and I fell into one of the piles of her and Annah's clothes ripe with B.O. and other stinks. She grabbed me out, pushed me to the ground on my back, and sat roughly on my chest, eliciting the closest to a cry of pain I could manage. "Don't try that again," she breathed.

Her smell had intensified tenfold and I was forced to stare into her crotch, covered by white panties with chibi anime characters on them. The view wasn't there for long as she slammed together her thick legs and brought her socked feet up into my face, wiggling her toes. The cheesy foot smell was ten times worse, not to say that her sweat, ass, and fart stink wasn't. She shoved their sweaty surfaces into my nose and I was forced to sniff in her rancid feet. She kept violently smearing them on my face for about a minute before she got bored and turned around.

"Now for the main attraction," she announced, plunking her plump ass onto my chest. The smell was out of this world and there was a pronounced brown skidmark down the back. It was horrid and stunk of pure shit. "How do you like it?" she said, and I realized that at some point during the feet smearing she had removed her shirt, causing her rank body odor to spread through the room. "I've been working on this baby for a month now." she bragged. "No shower, no wash, no wipe, no change, thirty days," she said, scooting back. "Even I haven't been able to stand my own smell these past few days." I could hazard a guess why, as just the thought made me sick. The smell itself made me retch again and again, nothing coming up but my body involuntarily rejecting the horrible body and ass odor Erica was exuding. She moved back again, pressing my face into her browned panties as she transitioned to sitting on my face. I thrashed with all my might but I couldn't do anything but move the skidmark on my face, the shitty smell being all I could take.

She said "Here, let me help you with that", and started rubbing her ass all over my face, the warm mark undoubtedly dyeing it darker. She kept rubbing even through my squirming, and then suddenly stopped. "Ooh wait-" she started, and then BRRRAPT right into my nose. I tried to scream but couldn't and she released another fart.

BRALPT

The unendurable stench was ten, no thirty, a hundred times worse this close up through her sweaty shitty ass and skidmarked panties. I couldn't stop moving even though it would be better to be still. I thrashed but her chubby body wasn't affected at all.

BLLLRRRRT

Oh god it was like the last one but worse, wet! I swear I could see a few dots added to the outskirts of the big brown mark that was in my face. I retched over and over but she only let out another-

BLARPLRLPT

-that definitely added something.

"All right, it's about time you got to the source," she said, standing up over me and letting her footsmell take over. "I ran twice around the block for this, by the way." As disgusting as it was it was still a damn sight better than the nuclear shit reactor of her ass. Unfortunately as she dropped her shitty panties down onto my face, stepping out oF them and leaving another imprint of their scent on my nose I came face to face with Chernobyl. Now wearing only a bra, she plunged her shit-covered ass down onto my face, and I was confronted with the remnants of every shit she'd taken over the last thirty days. Her ass was hairless naturally. I remember it came up in a conversation once that she was naturally pubically bald, which I was fine with despite the resulting swamp ass. Too bad her swamp of an ass was now in my face. I tried moving but she just said "Ahhhh, smell my ass," as she rubbed her filthy asshole across my nose.

PRRRPT

She farted a horrible small ripper that dislocated some errant chunks of shit and stuck them to my cheeks. I screamed through my nose and thrashed but she wasn't going anywhere.

PRRRRRBLRRPLRT

Another wet one! I was forced to watch as shit bubbled out in small drops that stuck to my face. She made a sudden motion and tried to stand up to run to the bathroom but my face was stuck and I went up with her huge butt. She grabbed the back of my head, I thought to pull me out but she pushed me deeper in-

BLARPLARPT

She let loose another wetter and shittier fart before pulling my head back with a sickening squelch and running out into the hallway. I passed out to the violent sound of her painting the bowl with the power sprayer in her ass.