Stuck In Your Position
by ZenotoX

With Syphon being in a huge game rush not only with their new Need For Speed game but also with another independent project on the way, they were in a hiring season. More jobs had to be fulfilled, along with some secretaries and aides being needed to ease the load of the current employees, especially management. This is where Emma Willbrooke came into the scene.

Emma was one of the many secretaries they hired for the season, and there was no guarantee for permanent employment, but she personally wanted to do her best and stay with the company. Syphon was a good name, and years of experience there would look very promising on her resume for years to come. Not only that, but Emma was assigned to a high-ranking manager, someone overseeing “difficult situations more often” that could really use the help. It was her time to shine. At least she hoped it would feel that way.

Emma walked into the building, getting brief, polite looks. Seems that it was a slightly busy day, and while everyone seemed nice to at least acknowledge her, the new and small 5’3” woman in her formal dress wasn’t what they needed to focus on. She sighed, straightening her brown hair and calming her nerves, enjoying the rather pleasant smell of the first floor before getting into the elevator. She was no stranger to being passed by in the building. As she rode the elevator up, she wondered what she could possibly do today that wasn’t checking on the 8th floor or getting cups of coffee.

As the elevator stopped and opened on her destination, she could already see this day was going to be like the others. Oncoming were the two massive cheeks of her boss, back pockets wide and stretching as her ass bounced strong and firm. Emma backed away into the elevator just so she didn’t get knocked to the ground when those cheeks swung around.

“Yes, I’ll get it down by the hour, no problem- whoa! Emma, good morning…” Daphne spoke with surprise, Emma hugging the wall narrowly dodging cheeks the size of truck trunks from making her a pancake. Emma was hoping she’d get used to her heftily humped boss, but that ass was too big, those bubbles too blocked everything, and the days she walked in when Daphne let out the byproduct of that fueling coffee, she could only leave the room in order to not gag. Probably another reason she’s not noticed by the busy bumblebee that was Daphne.

“Good Morning, Daphne, I’m here to help out again. Were you off to get something done? I would be happy to assist you! !” She spoke with a soft cheery enthusiasm, even though she knew the answer.

“Well… actually…” Daphne pondered. Emma raised a brow. Maybe she would get something to do that was meaningful. “I was going to go down and get a Frappuccino before writing this report, so since I’m sure you’re tired of me sending you to get my coffee, I’ll message you the details and let you work on it in my office until I come back. How’s that, Ms. Willbrooke?”

Finally! She nearly jumped for joy, her smile was clear. “That’s great! I can handle it, I’ll have it done by the hour as needed.”

“Good, well I’ll be on my way! If there are any problems, come to me in person. I’d like to supervise if anything comes up…” With that, Daphne walked forward, swinging her ass to the side to get by, but unsurprisingly her ass collided and bounced off the other wall, and slammed into Emma as a result which dazed her.

“S-Sorry..” Daphne briefly apologized and swiftly tried to squeeze into the elevator, her cheeks lodging into the door for a moment before she popped in.

Emma rubbed her head. She didn’t know how densely packed those pants were, but Daphne’s ass was firm. She got over it swiftly though and went into Daphne’s office to get to work! After practically jogging to her smaller desk next to the one made for a giant rumped manager, she sat down and pulled up the info. She got her template open and wrote, swiftly writing a whole page before stopping. Something was wrong. The info began to conflict, typos began to show up, and things lost track. As much as she wanted to achieve her first task with no help to prove her worth, she was going to have to risk asking Daphne for clarification.

Sighing, she got up from her seat and began walking out of the office, already hearing Daphne’s voice in the hallway. As she stepped out of the office, she could see Daphne talking to another person, someone much taller and similarly ‘gifted.’ It was Shelby, looking as stressed and anxious as ever. Daphne alone took up the hallway, but both combined made a wall of ass that Emma gulped walking towards.

“-how am I supposed to handle these similar complaints in two different fields with a third one coming soon?! I-I don’t know what to say to them-” Shelby was clearly losing it, again.

“Say what you’re supposed to say, Shelby! I know you’re nervous about this, but I need you to get in the game!”

The two titanic tushed managers talked out their issue as Emma walked up from behind Daphne. “Um, Daphne… the report…”

“They aren’t liking what I say!” Shelby replied.

“Fine! Right now, your job isn’t to have them like it, your job is to tell them the truth and be transparent!”

It was no use. Emma attempted to speak again and again, but it was no use. Shelby’s vocal panic and Daphne’s stern tone drowned out the small secretary’s quiet voice. Even as Emma squeezed by trying to go in front, Daphne’s sheer width with those mountainous meaty cheeks and her not as massive but still jaw-dropping chest put the small Willbrooke in a shadow. She was left unseen and unheard. At the very least though, she could see how Daphne calmed down Shelby. The tall ball of anxiety was breathing calming breaths as Daphne smiled and sent her off.

Shelby pressed the button on the elevator next to her, thanking Daphne before the door opened, with a few employees blocked by both of their sizable asses. Emma noticed, and attempted to move as well, knowing the rump before her would need the space, but unfortunately, she didn’t move fast enough, as the looming shadow of two planetary cheeks began to encroach on her position, fast. “W-wait, Ms. Daph-MMPH!” Daphne’s ass had her pinned on the wall, the overwhelming mass making her world void of light. Emma could barely move her arms, and the breath she tried to take ended up backfiring as clearly Daphne’s earlier working and coffee had reached her ass, giving a rather strong wakeup call to the trapped girl’s lungs. She coughed, and even that was a quiet action for her, unheard as the commotion of elevator exiting employees filled Daphne’s focus.

One of them had a trolley carrying a large box of paper, so Daphne sighed knowing she really had to squeeze back. Emma didn’t know what was going on other than that she was trapped in a muggy, smelly place and she really wanted out, but then she felt those giant glutes flex, the movement squeezing her like a plump vice and pulling her in. Daphne’s ass pressed more and more to the wall, wedging Emma deep in those sweaty slacks. Emma squeaked in distress. She was pressed on all sides, feeling nothing but ass holding her in. There was no getting out on her own…

As the employees walked away, Shelby anxiously entered the elevator, waving goodbye to Daphne as the doors began to close. “Huh, wait Shelby let me in!” Daphne suddenly shouted. She saw the tall girl gasp and reach to the buttons, but the door was closed too soon, and she could see the numbers on the LED display change. Daphne cursed mentally. “I was gonna fart in there… Eh, it was a bad idea anyway, too busy to make the elevator a choking point. I’ll do it while I use the stairs.”

Emma’s eyes went wide. She heard that even with pounds of ass meat between her and her boss’s voice. Daphne was a gassy woman, and this ass cage wasn’t going to be a silent stay. “Ngh, D-Daphne… Daphne, I’m back here!” Emma attempted to reach her both in her best shouting voice. Daphne heard none of it, and soon the sound of her pants fabric straining with her every step drowned out Emma’s quiet attempts at contact.

Daphne, on the other hand, was making her way to the stairs. Other than being a place to relieve the quickly spawning gas in her gut, the elevator was going to take her a floor lower. Daphne had no problem walking that distance, it would have been more trouble squeezing her immense trunk into the elevator, probably trapping someone behind her like last time. “Whew, I can’t imagine if I farted that time…” she mumbled to herself, squeezing through the stairway door and heading down.

This is where Emma’s ride got bumpy. Very bumpy.

Letting gravity do its work, Daphne swiftly hobbled down the stairs. Every step let her several dozen pound ass cheeks slam down, bouncing off the stairs behind her and jostling poor Emma like she was a shoe in a dryer. Smashed in that ass cheek sandwich she was rubbed up and down on each side, the friction heating her up and making whatever moisture already present start to increase, as even though going down the stairs was the easy part, Daphne still had to attempt to control how all that ass behind her swung and wobbled around. This control came in the form of some clenching of her powerful glutes, keeping those cheeks from getting out of hand and softly crunching Emma further in.

Daphne stopped at the level part of the stairs, holding onto the rail for balance as she pushed out something that made Emma’s experience just a bit more arduous.

PPLRRRARRLURLLAPPPLLPT!

The air moved all throughout the corridor as this bubbling blast of gas erupted from that 300+ inch ass with effort. Daphne pushed this one out, and it was evident with how her ass vibrated in place, the doors in the staircase rattled, the sound echoed like a drowning dragon’s roar for 8 seconds, leaving a strong stench of coffee and sour milk to fill 2 floors above and below her.

But the worst spot was right in that deep canyon of crack, Emma’s current abode, where the smell was at its most concentrated and the effects most felt. The sounds, thunderous clapping as those cheeks pressed her and made it seem like she was a building during an earthquake, being shaken to her core as an F5 tornado of wind smelling of a chemical spill infused with coffee washed over her. She yelped and coughed, her small noises nothing compared to the loud boom of air, or the sound dampening cheeks of her unaware captor, who sighed and continued her descent, her bouncy steps now with more BBRORP’s and PLAPLT’s accompanying them.

Daphne reached the door, opening and squeezing through, her ass cheeks once more sandwiching Emma. She was now on the floor where one of her favorite co-workers was assigned. Though they weren’t here today, their equipment was, and she headed to the break room to secure her prize. One more tight door and unheard pleas from the long-forgotten secretary later, Daphne smirked as she got her cup and prepared a nice 8oz of special homemade coffee. “This should really set my day in motion, it always does~” She loved this brew, and while she shouldn’t really be getting it without asking, it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.

She added the creamer and chugged it down in seconds, tossing her cup and heading back out. Truly she was accustomed to drinking coffee like it was water. Only this water didn’t preserve well when left overnight, as Daphne quickly figured out when the small aftertaste hit her, and a rumbling started in her stomach. Emma heard this too, whimpering and shivering as she feared what it meant.

“Him not being here means it’s not fresh… oh that’s not good. I better get back to my office- *PPFFRRRPT!* Whoa!” A loud horn sounded from her ass, firing out a cloud of pure stink into the break room, blowing napkins and papers alike, with a smell that kicked Emma’s brain into action. She had to get out, now.

“Nff- D-Daphne! Daphne wai- MMPH!” She was silenced as the ass prison clenched around her, squeezing through the door before another ass rippling fart burst from Daphne’s ass. Daphne’s nervousness along with the new waves of smelly heat made her sweat, making the smell really stick to those slacks and in turn Emma’s whole body. The small secretary attempted to move, but with the clenching, bouncing, wobbling, and shaking of Daphne’s fat ass as she begun to go up the steps, that was nigh impossible.

BLLARLRLRLRLLPF-
FRRALLLPL-
PPLOORROLLLPT!

These dangerous bubbling farts blew out of Daphne like boiling steam from a pot, soaking Emma in rancid air that she couldn’t help but breathe in. The kept coming, with so much force now because of Daphne’s upward ascent. Every step was so much longer as the big boss hoisted up nearly 100 pounds of gluteal meat, and that effort was put right into each of those farts as well. Every single step was a roaring thunder, Emma’s yells and coughs drowned out effortlessly.

“Ugh, d-damn it,” Daphne panted as she held onto the rail, forcing out another fart.

PPALPLRRPLAALALPALLALAPPPLPT!

“Oh god~ Ohhh wait that doesn’t feel better. Damn, I need to get to my office, I can’t make someone else smell all of this!” Unknown to her, all 17 seconds of that floor vibrating stinkbomb was right onto her poor helper, and the fart after that, and the fart after that.

“G-god…” Emma whimpered after another powerful flapping gust. “Daphne please hear me! I’m in your ass! Pl-” Another clench, Daphne squeezed her ass through the final door, her office was just one door away before she could sit in her chair and really let rip. “Daph- *cough* Daphne wait-” Emma was pressed, and Daphne was nearly stuck.

“Ugh, come on! HNNG!” She forced herself through with great effort, dislodging not only herself, but another beast.

FLARLP-PPLRROOORRAAALL-PLP-PLT-

It was as if the very planet shook with the power of the fart, turning Emma’s prison into a rumbling, turbulent sauna. Strong, thick, humid clouds she could barely breathe in and roaring winds that blew her like a flag. Her only saving grace from the unbelievably loud and powerful true fart of the ordeal was the immense pressure that Daphne’s ass squeezed her with to stop it from coming out.

“Whoa, oh no no no, I need my chair for this, oh god.” Daphne worriedly stepped to her desk, her stomach roaring like the thunder her ass created in the staircase. Slowly she made her way, as small bubbles of thick gas loudly popped right onto Emma, with so much for she felt herself being pushed.

“Almost- -PPLP- ugh, there… -pplRRULPT! PRRLLLPP!- Gah!” Daphne yelped, she felt the last bubble ram her back door, and reaching for her chair and spinning with a speed that likely shouldn’t be possible with so much weight behind her, her ass contacted the seat, and obliterated it near instantly.

-PPLLLAARRALLPLLRLRLLLBLBLBPRRLRRB-

Try as the seat might, it shuddered and cracked as the megaton force of Daphne’s flatulence slammed into it like a jackhammer, and Emma fared no better. The poor woman was at the mercy of her boss’s gigantic butt as it was now erupting like a volcano, dozens to near a hundred liters of gas spewing out as the entire floor above and below had to hear and feel the might of Daphne. For near 20 seconds Daphne blasted the poor seat and the secretary trapped within her glutes, before the end of the situation came for them both.

-RRALALLP-PPLLOOOFFRRRAAALLLBBPPPT!!!

Like a grenade had gone off, the building shook and rattled from the sudden boom of an impatient ass with too much gas. Daphne’s big rump dumped out the caboose of its gas train all at once, making a plume of thick, muggy, rotten cream and stale coffee scent air fill the office to the brim, blasting the chair to the back of the room, and freeing Daphne of that wedgie feeling she only just noticed. And at 46 seconds of rapid-fire farting, the relentless ripping came to an end, and Daphne sighed in immense relief .

“Wow… man, that felt good~ Well, at least no one else is up here to smell it. Now, back to work. Wasted too much time trying to get coffee instead of working on this report. And that gas attack didn’t help. Who knows how much time I’ll need to interpret what Ava wrote down. Oh, and I’m gonna need to get a new chair aren’t I?” Daphne motioned to turn to survey just how brutally she bombarded her seat.

She froze, as she witnessed the sight of her new secretary, damp, panting and windswept as she lay there on the remains of the trashed chair. Then the pieces lined up in Daphne’s mind.

“Oh… ohhhhh… Emma.” Daphne blushed as she walked to the girl and helped her up. “H-how long were you there?”

“Since… the elevator,” she weakly coughed out. Daphne went redder. She didn’t feel Emma at all, nor did she hear her. And she was farting so much today and...oh dear. The poor woman received the equivalent of a full punishment and she didn’t even do anything wrong! This was embarrassing beyond belief. Daphne would never expect she’d do this by accident.

“Oh, heh, uhhh I’m very, very, sorry… w-why don’t we k-keep this between us. A-And why don’t you head home?! Yeah, take a few days off! I’ll cover it! It’s the least I can offer!”

"Th-thank you..." Emma feebly replied. After such an ordeal, she could use a nice, sweet smelling bath. Or two. Or ten. Maybe a nap too.