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Leon's Lament WARNING: This story contains strong adult themes, femdom, mild bondage, farting, mild scat and other nasty and unpleasent things. All characters contained within are 21 years of age or older. . If that is not what you want to read, please don’t, and we’ll all be happy. Leon sighed, softly, and stretched a little as he sat up in bed. He scratched his head, his wild, messy, blond hair getting even more tangled after he scratched it. He blinked, slowly, and sighed, heavily, as he slid his legs onto the floor, and into his favorite slippers, gently pushing himself onto his feet, as he stumbled, groggily, toward the bathroom. He scratched his bare chest a little, his pajama pants making a sot swishing noise, as he walked into the small bathroom of the one bedroom apartment. He stepped onto the stool he put in front of the sink, pulling himself up onto it so he could look into the mirror, and heaved another sigh, this one more dejected. Leon hated how short he was. It got him into no end of trouble, and he found himself constantly being bumped, shoved, roughed up, and bullied by those around him. He was dreadfully short for being a fully grown adult, standing barely four and a half feet. On a good day. In his work boots. He brushed his teeth, slowly, staring dully into the mirror, and then quickly moved through his morning routine, as he did five days a week, every week. Before long, he was stepping out of the shower, donning his clothes, then his shoes, readying his things, and walking out the door, headed out for another long day at his boring day job. Leon frowned as he climbed up into his small car, and sat on the two thick phone books he left in the seat to see over the dashboard. As he did most mornings, Leon sat in the driveway for five minutes or so, letting his head rest on the steering wheel. He felt especially down, that day, as the manager of his office had quit some time before, and his replacement had started a few days before. Leon’s previous boss had been a private, reserved, and relatively easygoing guy, and so even though everyone in the office knew him, he wasn’t much for personal relationships with the employees, and rarely had anyone in his office or talked to anyone privately, except in extreme cases. His replacement had started two days prior, and insisted on having a long, personal interview with everyone on the floor, one person at a time. The meetings were so long that it had taken her entire two first days to interview the other ten or so people, and Leon knew he only had one person before it was his turn, and dreaded the meeting. But then, He dreaded most meetings with other people. Leon’s drive was fairly long, and twenty minutes later, he climbed down out of his car, and grumbled softly, as he walked up to the office. As usual, Laura and her girl-friends were standing around outside, taking their first of many smoke breaks for the day, and of course, the dark haired witch put a hand over her mouth, muttering something to the three other girls, as he walked past them, the four giggling at Leon as he shuffled past, dejectedly. He sighed, softly, closing his eyes, slowly walking past the security desk, raising his badge up toward the young man working behind the desk, who greeted him warmly. He walked up to the elevators, slowly, and poked the button, listening silently to the hum of the machinery, wishing he could just stand there for eight hours, and go home. He sighed a little as the door dinged, and slowly slid open, and he stepped into the empty elevator, a grimace on his face. The doors closed, and he sighed, gently pushing the button for the eighth floor. He waited silently, and flinched as the floor dinged on only the second floor. Four people, three of whom were already quite engrossed in a conversation, Got into the elevator, paying little attention to him, and he retreated to the back corner, with a tiny sigh. Several buttons were pushed, and Leon sighed, as the elevator stopped on the third, fourth, and sixth floors, More people getting on, and no one getting off, so he soon found himself quite uncomfortably forced against the back of the elevator, his face trapped between the unpleasant smell of a chubby girl’s armpit, and the discomfort of a tall, muscular man’s back, fidgeting, trying to get their attention, both talking quite loudly to other people in the elevator, and so, as he did every day, he went unnoticed. He went SO unnoticed that when the elevator opened on the eight floor, he couldn’t get out of the elevator, and so he was forced to ride it up and down several more rides before he managed to squeeze out from behind a huge, fat woman with a tiny gasp and an angry grumble, his clothing disheveled from the nearly fifteen minutes spent on the elevator. Leon almost ran to his cubicle, thankfully located far in the corner. It took him quite a long time to get the desk he wanted on the floor. It was nowhere near the bathroom, and miles from the water cooler. The break room was on the opposite side of the floor, and the snack machine was a decent way away. Almost no one came anywhere near his cubicle except to actually speak to him about something. Leon plopped down in his large spinney chair, and heaved a huge, heavy sigh, half of frustration, half of relief. Slowly, he relaxed, and got to work.
After a few hours of silently working alone, another of his coworkers swung by his desk. “Hey there, Leon. The new boss lady wants to see you now.” He said, simply, and walked off. Leon heaved a heavy sigh, and wrapped up what he was doing, quickly scurrying toward the office of his previous manager, and heaved one last gentle sigh before knocking on the door. A strong female voice called out “Come on in, Leon.” Leon stepped into the office, and had to catch himself from letting his mouth fall wide open at the sight of his new direct supervisor. The woman before him was so tall and broad that he imagined she made normal men feel the way all women made him feel. He guessed she had to be around seven feet high, although she was sitting at a desk so it was hard to tell. But her height quickly left his mind as his eyes located the two huge globes of her breasts, resting gently on the desk, her tight, black, buttoned shirt showing a tiny slip of dark blue cloth from her shirt underneath, and a wide, pale expanse of perfect cleavage. She raised a hand to gently brush a stray lock of her short, well-cut, black hair aside, and pushed her dark-framed glasses up on her nose. She sat up slightly, lifting her large, E-cup breasts off the desk, making them jiggle slightly. “Please, Have a seat.” She said, warmly, motioning to the chair in the middle of the room. Leon fidgeted, and quickly strode over to it, sitting down. “My name is Sheila Loren.” Leon coughed, and his voice cracked embarrassingly as he spoke up “I-I’m Uh…L-Leon Alexander…A-As you probably know.” He said, scratching the back of his head, his cheeks a little red. Sheila gave a soft, warm chuckle. “Mmm…no need to be nervous, Leon…I can tell I already like you…” she said, slowly standing up. He was right, the woman towered well over six feet, although not quite seven. She walked around her desk, and moved to stand in front of his chair, and smiled widely down at him. “In fact Leon…This might be a bit of a jump, but…I think I’ve taken quite an instant liking to you.” “Y-You have…?” he muttered, struggling to pay attention, with her so close. Her hips were as impressive as her chest, if not more so, the thick, curvy thighs tightly wrapped in a short, straight, black skirt. She smiled widely. “Yes, Leon. I’ve read a lot about you in your files and reviews, and after meeting you, even for this short time…I think I’ve made my decision. I want to promote you to my personal assistant.” She said, crossing her arms underneath her breasts. Leon gasped, a little shocked. He felt a little dazed by it all, as she walked back to her desk, and pulled out some papers, laying them out on her desk. “Come here, Leon. I am going to briefly explain this position. You will work as my personal assistant. This will have very different hours then your current position. You won’t work as long hours, but you might find yourself doing things for me in the middle of the night, or for just an hour in the middle of the day, and sometimes I might even come to your home for some tasks.” She explained, setting the papers out as Leon walked up to her desk. “You’ll essentially have no listed job duties except to perform any specific duties I request of you…But…” she trailed off, as she laid a pen by the strange papers. Leon pulled his eyes up from her cleavage. “But…?” “But…This is a position you can’t quit. Once you accept this job, you are legally obligated, by contract, to continue this job for at least one year, or face legal punishment. This job deals with a lot of confidential and serious information regarding this company, and only really dedicated employees can be trusted with it…” “Oh…That…” Leon looked down at the contract, and fidgeted. Half of it was covered by Sheila’s huge breasts, and he blushed faintly, unwilling to ask her to move them, as he pushed the pen toward him. “I don’t know…” “It pays more than triple your current job, with less than half the hours, and no paperwork.” Leon made a tiny choking sound, eyes wide, at that. He looked back down at the contract. “Come on, Leon…I really want you for this position…” the tall woman said, nearly a whisper. Her large hand gently touched his, and he felt a shiver go up his pine. Slowly, he lifted the pen, and scribbled his signature along the line at the bottom of the contract. “Mmm….Good boy, Leon…” she whispered, a bit lustily, gently mussing his hair. Leon shuddered a bit, as she slowly tucked the contract away in a drawer, and then clicked a lock closed on it. Slowly, she moved around the front of the desk, making Leon back away from her a little, the tall, Amazonian woman looking down at him. “A-Ah, what are you doing…?” Leon squeaked, as she grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him around the desk. She forced him, easily, down into her chair. “Mmm…Oh Leon…I wanted you as my…”Personal” assistant, for a LOT of reasons…” she whispered, slowly sitting in his lap, facing him, straddling his lap. Leon let out a soft moan, as she pushed her heavy weight down on his erection, through his pants. “Mmm…You’re going to LOVE your new position…Believe me…It’s a lot more personal then you bargained for…” she whispered. Leon didn’t speak, just closed his eyes, waiting to wake up from this strange, intense dream, panting a little as she began to wiggle on top of him, his excitement tinged with fear at the tone of her voice. Slowly, she began to unbutton her over-shirt, and as she pulled it open, Leon’s nose was greeted with a stale, musky scent of body odor, but he didn’t have time to really note it, as his small head was pressed against the huge, soft, white orbs of flesh. “Mmm…That’s right, Leon…You’re all mine now…and you’re contractually obligated to do anything and EVERYTHING I tell you to…” she whispered, sliding a hand down into his pants, making him gasp with shock. “How does that make you feel…?” She asked, eyes glittering with lust, a smirk on her lips. Leon’s only response was to look up at her dumbly, everything but his eyes lost in her soft, white cleavage. The unpleasant smell of her body odor was becoming more uncomfortable for the short man, but he was a little too dazed to mention anything. She smirked a little, and stood off him. “Mmm…Tell me, Leon…Do you like a girl with a big ass?” she asked, turning around, pulling her skirt up. She revealed a pair of pink panties that looked like a small girl in middle school should be wearing them, the massive, thick, womanly hips of the tall businesswoman devouring the pink underpants, to the point of transforming them into a thong. She slowly rubbed her hands around her smooth, flawless cheeks, and Leon realized suddenly he was drooling, snapping his mouth shut, and wiping his mouth. “Mmm…I’ll take that as a yes…” she whispered, a strange tone in her voice that made Leon a little nervous. Sheila suddenly yanked him out of the chair, and pulled a drawer open. With a few soft clicking noises, she pulled out two pairs of handcuffs, and locked them around his wrists, then locked his arms to the arms of the high, rotating chair. She pulled the seat out of the chair, and shoved him down roughly, so he was hanging between the arms of the chair, dangling from his wrists. “H-hey, W-What the hell are you doing?!” Leon cried, shocked at the sudden rough treatment. Sheila let out a short, sharp laugh. “Oh, you poor, poor guy. Didn’t you read your contract?” she asked, sweetly. “I OWN you now. I can do anything I want to you…and you are bound, legally, to do it. Not that that matters. You couldn’t stop me even if you wanted to.” She said, smirking down at him. Leon gave a tiny, nervous whimper. “Now you are going to serve any and all duties I want, any time I want. And I want a new cushion for my chair.” She said, Smirking, dropping the black cushion she had pulled off the chair into Leon’s lap. He wrinkled his nose at the unpleasant, sour stench that wafted off the seat cushion. “This one is all worn out, after just a few days in it. And frankly, it wouldn’t last after I had that Indian food for lunch.” She said, evily. Leon paled, and could do nothing but watch in horror as she turned her back and lowered herself down on him. He managed to get a brief glimpse of the unpleasant, brown stains and streaks all through the tight pink panties before Sheila’s massive ass engulfed his entire head, not just in soft flesh, but in a humid, rancid stench. Sheila wiggled around on top of him. “Mmm…It’s gonna be a goooood day…” she said, smirking, and quietly returned to work.
Leon struggled and screamed from his painful position under his new boss, Sheila, his arms aching horribly after only a fe minutes under the tall woman, his cries and sobs going unheard. They went unheard not just because the woman seated on him was cruel or mean, but also because she couldn’t hear his pitiful whimpers through the thick wall of her own thighs and hips. She got to work, pretending he wasn’t there at all. It didn’t take Leon long to figure out why the previous cushion had been in such horrendous shape. He couldn’t be sure, he had certainly never tried it before, but he guessed the woman had to weigh at least three hundred pounds. She constantly shifted, bounced, and grinded, so he could never even attempt to get used to a position, because it was constantly changing to a new, uncomfortable one. On top of all that, she sweated like a pig in July, her stained underpants getting utterly drenched in only a few minutes of sitting on him, constantly squishing, squelching, and smearing the foul water all over his face and neck. After an hour under her, Leon was sure he had been trapped for six hours, and he began to hear some soft,. Unsettling gurgles and sounds from the woman above him. They grew louder, over time, and more distressing. Finally, She suddenly changed position, leaning forward and spreading her legs wide, forcing her full weight right on his face, his nose and mouth crushed painfully against her hole, only her unpleasant, soiled panties between the two things. “Ooof… Brace yourself, cushion. This is going to be pretty bad…” she mumbled. Leon shivered in terror, as her body let out a long, slowly, bubbling gurgle, before…. PPPHHHFFFFFFfffffbbbt… Leon screamed in horror, and began to thrash and kick wildly as the huge woman seated on him broke wind, with a soft, girlish grunt. His only air, the tiny amount he was receiving, became unbreathably tainted with the intense and unbearable stench of a Double-Decker Encharito. Sheila let out a long sigh of relief, then blinked, and rose off Leon slowly. “Mmm…Wanna say that again, cushion?” she said, sweetly, he behind visibly dripping sweat on him as he lay under her, desperately gasping at the fresh air, eyes wet with tears, half from the stinging stench, half from his desperate desire to escape. “P-Please, S-Sheila…I-I’m begging you…P-Please no more…” Leon whispered, weakly, his voice a tiny, weak croak. “Hmmm…Well…I’ll tell you what…” she said, sweetly, standing up, and uncuffing him, letting his limp body crumple to the floor. She smirked widely. “If you do one more little task for me, I think I’ll let you go home for the day.” She said. Leon leapt to his feet, eyes shining with genuine hope and excitement. “A-Anything, Just name it!” he said, his tears now partly from joy at the prospect of being allowed to go home. She giggled, slowly, and pulled her skirt up, and started to wiggle out of her panties, pushing the tiny, squished, soaked scrap of pink cloth down, letting it plop around her ankles. “You’re going to clean my behind, spotless.” She said, smirking. “I’m not sure if you noticed this, but…I’m sort of a large woman. Not only do I sweat quite profusely, but I have found that cleaning myself back there can be…quite sloppy without a little help.” She said, leaning down on her desk, and spreading her legs out a little, present her beautiful, perfect, and sweaty behind. Leon paled, and his smiled melted into a tiny, weak frown. But he didn’t object, despite his hesitation, and slowly walked over to her, his head only a short distance higher off the ground then her behind,. He bent down a little, and gulped slowly, taking one slow breath before spreading her behind slowly. Leon almost recoiled, gagging on the hot, rancid stench, and he felt his stomach turn at the sight of her unclean, sweat-drench, greasy behind. She wiggled it a little in his face. “Mmm…You better get it clean fast, Leon…If it’s not done before I take my bathroom break…You might find yourself joining my in my private restroom.” Sheila said, giggling. Leon gaped in horror, and his hesitation faded, and without a word, he plunged in, licking desperately at her hole, eyes closed tight, trying to hold his breath, taking only small, desperate gasps of air every few licks. The taste was beyond horrendous, and made him wish he could drink bleach when it was over. After licking her for nearly ten straight minutes, his tongue was getting sore, and he began to feel some hope that he would be done soon…until her belly gurgled. Leon paled a little, but didn’t stop licking. “Ooh…Ah…Look out back there…” Sheila mumbled, purposefully waiting until it was much too late, her sentence ending with a long, low sound of her breaking wind, making Leon pull away, gagging and gasping, letting her behind slap closed. The fart ended with a long, wet splat, and Leon’s eyes bulged. He didn’t want to believe he had heard what he had, and slowly approached the fuming, reeking ass before him, taking the cheeks, and spreading them. To his utter horror, he found her behind splattered with fresh, uncomfortably green waste that was slowly dripping down her behind, and he sobbed. “Mmm…Better hurry, Leon…I won’t be able to hold it in much longer…” Leon sobbed, and closed his eyes, and went right back to his horrendous task. Leon was tortured by frequent and disgusting farts and blasts of gas assaulting him, getting more and more frequent, and more and more messy, until he feared she was simply going to let her bowels go in his face, right there in her office. After nearly half an hour longer, he pulled away. “T-There, it’s clean!” he cried, desperately, praying she would hold her gas long enough to let him leave. Sheila stood, and turned around, slowly reaching back to run a finger up her behind, then gave it a tentative sniff. She smiled, then ruffled Leon’s messy, foul-smelling hair. “All right, Leon. You did well. You can go home for the night.” Leon heaved a long, heavy sigh of relief. “Mmm…I want you to come in nice and early tomorrow. I want to see you here, in my office, at six.” “Y-yes, maam.” He said, too weak and sick to protest. She said nothing further, placing her old, beaten cushion back in her chair as Leon shuffled out of her office. He spent about ten minutes in the bathroom, washing and scrubbing his face, then left the building. Because he was leaving in the middle of the day, he encountered no one in the halls, or the elevator, or the lobby, except the security guard who he just walked past, ignoring his greeting. Soon, he was in his car, where he sat, staring at the steering wheel for some long time, slowly letting all that had happened sink in. He sat in the car for nearly an hour before slowly starting the car, and driving home, intent on brushing his teeth at least a dozen times. |
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