Though the two were practically polar opposites, both Naomi and Samantha were both frequently targeted by bullies. Naomi’s a small and frail girl who’s physically incapable of defending herself, while Sam was a fat girl who was too sensitive and self conscious to fight back. The two students couldn’t be any further apart physically, but these traits made them both easy targets, much to their usual dismay.

As the school day came to an end, both of the unfortunate teens were eager to get home, but as they walked through the crowded hall, they ran into the group of delinquents who had been tormenting them for the last few years of their lives, including the leader of the group, Grace.

“My my, would you look at that, the two biggest losers in this school both in one place. You two, grab the fat girl. I’ll deal with the wimp.” Grace said as she forced Naomi into a tight headlock, “I mean, I suppose it doesn’t really make much sense to call you the “biggest” anything since you’re so small and weak, but whatever.”

“What’s going on here? What are you doing with her?” Sam asked as she watched Naomi helplessly squirm in her grip, not having known about their history of messing with her as well as the two had yet to meet up to this point.

“Oh right, you’re probably not that familiar with each other, considering that you're both friendless losers.” the leader mocked, “Don’t worry though, I’ll help you two get to know each other a bit better.”

The group’s leader proceeded to throw the weak girl into an open locker, with her landing on her rear.

“Good, now throw the fat girl in.” Grace commanded, leading to her cohorts to begin shoving the large girl into the same locker, which in turn pushed her fat backside closer and closer to the smaller girl’s face, and while the terrified Naomi made a futile attempt at blocking her face, her thin arms ended up pushed aside as her face wound up pressed into Sam’s legging covered backside regardless.

“Heh, I’m surprised your fat ass managed to fit in there.” one of the bullies said as the locker slammed shut on the two victims, walking off with the rest of her friends, “Have fun in there, losers.”

Immediately, Sam was rather uncomfortable thanks to the tight squeeze of the locker, but even she’d admit that she’s undoubtedly in a better position than poor Naomi, whose nose was pressed right into her smelly, sweaty crack, and although she was at least able to breathe, her only source of air was filtered through a rarely washed ass with a stench that drove her to tears.

“Hey, are you okay down there?” Sam asked her fellow victim with concern, with her replying with a muffled “no”.

“Ugh, I can’t believe it. I knew Grace was a jerk, but how could she pick on someone as defenseless as you? And leaving you in that position like that? It’s just sick!” Sam complained, “Whatever though, I’ll have us out of here in no time.”

Sam tried to reach for her phone, but unfortunately, her handbag was wrapped around her waist, which she couldn’t reach as her gut blocked her arms.

“Damn it, and I guess yelling for help’s not an option either.” she complained, realizing that the school was pretty much empty at this point, aside from maybe a few stray janitors. After a few minutes of thought however, Samantha had another idea.

“I know! I can pick the lock!” the large girl said as she pulled a bobby pin out of her hair, “I saw this in a movie once, so it might work. I hope, anyway.”

The next couple of minutes consisted of Sam hopelessly trying to break the lock, which she quickly found out was far harder than the movies made it seem, and as she tried to focus, the large girl was quickly met with the unfortunate reminder that some gas had been building up in her gut over the last few hours, and at this point holding it all in would be outright impossible.

“Hey, um, I’m really sorry about this, but my lunch doesn’t seem to be agreeing with me, and I really can’t hold this in, so, uh, sorry.” Sam awkwardly tried to apologize, knowing that Naomi was in the worst possible position to deal with her farts. Hearing this sent the smaller girl into a state of panic, desperately begging Sam to hold in her gas, but to her misfortune, there was nothing either of them could do to stop what was coming.

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“Damn that stinks.” Sam thought to herself as she pinched her nose. All the while, Naomi let out a muffled scream of agony as her nose was hit point blank by the blast, which the larger girl couldn’t help but feel guilty about.

“Again, I’m sorry! I just couldn’t hold it! Oh god, and I have so much more too...” Sam apologized, while at the same time having the unfortunate knowledge that she’d have no choice but to continue causing Naomi pain.

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A barrage of gas vibrated up against Naomi’s face and echoed through the locker, filling the tight airspace with stink, and as Sam continued struggling with picking the lock, poor Naomi was instinctively flailing around, which made it a bit difficult for the larger girl to focus on her task.

“Damn it! Stop squirming! I know it’s bad, but I need to focus!” Samantha complained, unintentionally coming off as insensitive to the more unfortunate girl, who naturally took offense to her comment. Naomi figured that if Sam was just able to hold in her farts and maybe took a few more showers, she wouldn’t have to worry about her struggling, but of course that was too much to ask for it seemed.

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Sam’s gas seemed to be neverending for poor Naomi, and with the release of an especially powerful release caused the large girl to accidentally drop the bobby pin she was using to pick the lock.

“God damn it!” Sam yelled out as she punched the locker door with anger. “I guess I gotta go with brute force.”

Deciding to use her strength to her advantage for once, Samantha began pushing at the locker’s door with all her strength, which unfortunately led her to push her rear back, adding onto the pressure that was already crushing Naomi’s face and causing the much smaller girl’s nose to be pressed deep into her asshole, and as she was straining herself, Naomi could tell what was coming next.

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Several blasts of gas forced their way into Naomi’s nose, and the combination of the stench and the pressure was unbearable for the poor girl. She felt like if Sam didn’t break the door soon, she’d probably die or something. Thankfully, Sam was able to break the lock before that happened, freeing herself from the smelly locker.

“Finally!” Sam said as she stretched herself as she was finally out of the cramped locker.

“Oh, uh you, are you okay?” she added as she looked back into the locker to find the less fortunate Naomi, who was still sitting in the locker with her face devastated and covered in tears. Feeling absolutely horrible about putting the poor girl through what she could only imagine to be a hellish predicament, Sam held out her hand in an attempt to help the small girl out.

“Ugh, please just leave me alone.” the traumatized girl said as Samantha reached out to her, instead lifting herself up and solemnly walking away, not even giving Sam a chance to properly apologize.