Closet Fetishist's Stories
Closet Fetishist's Stories
Author: Closet Fetishist
Written: December 25th, 2025
Noah has downloaded the Safr app after he had some bad experiences with the male drivers on Uber and Lyft. Safr is primarily built for women and became popular in the wake of numerous news stories of sexual assault by rideshare drivers and passengers on the other platforms. Safr primarily hires women drivers and normally only caters to women but it's not exclusive so Noah figured he too could have a safer ride using the app.
Noah waits on the corner near his apartment for his driver to show up, and she does within a few minutes, a woman named Kiera. Kiera is a somewhat large woman with most of her weight in her butt though she is still quite attractive in a girl next door sort of way. Noah opens rear passenger door and says "Hi, Kiera?" he asks, confirming she's the driver he paged in the app.
Kiera's eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, taking in the sight of the man sliding into her backseat. Her pleasant smile tightened almost imperceptibly at the corners, a flash of something cold passing through her gaze before she masked it with practiced friendliness. She shifted in her driver's seat, her substantial rear end adjusting against the leather as she turned slightly to acknowledge him.
"Yep, that's me! And you're Noah, right?" Her voice was bright and cheerful, almost saccharine sweet as she confirmed his identity with a glance at her phone mounted on the dashboard. "Go ahead and get comfortable back there. I'll get you where you need to go."
As soon as Noah settled into the seat and closed the door, Kiera's finger moved with deliberate casualness to a series of buttons on her door panel. The soft click of the child-safety locks engaging was barely audible over the hum of the engine. She pulled away from the curb smoothly, her auburn hair catching the afternoon light as she glanced at him through the rearview mirror again.
"So, first time using Safr?" she asked conversationally, though there was an edge of amusement in her tone that didn't quite match her words. "Most of our passengers are women, you know. We pride ourselves on making people feel... safe." The way she emphasized that last word had a peculiar quality to it, almost mocking.
"Uh...yeah," Noah nervously chuckled, not wanting to get into a conversation about why he wasn't using Uber or Lyft like most everyone else.
Kiera's hand moved to her stomach briefly, pressing against it as she felt a familiar pressure building inside her. A small, knowing smirk played at her lips as she turned down a street that definitely wasn't the most direct route to his destination.
Kiera's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, watching Noah absorbed in his phone, completely oblivious to the fact that they were heading in the wrong direction. Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she felt another wave of pressure building in her gut—the result of the gas station burrito and energy drink she'd consumed an hour before her shift. Perfect timing. She adjusted herself in her seat, deliberately letting her weight shift as she pressed against the leather, feeling the familiar gurgling sensation deep in her stomach.
With a casual flick of her wrist, she reached for the window lock button, ensuring all the windows were sealed tight. The satisfying click brought a spark of malicious glee to her eyes. She glanced at her phone briefly, typing a quick message to her friends Shauna and Becca—two other BBW Safr drivers who shared her particular... hobby.
"So Noah," she began conversationally, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "how are you finding the ride so far? Comfortable back there?" She didn't wait for his answer before continuing, "You know, you're actually my first male passenger this week. Most guys don't use Safr. They think it's just for women." Her hand moved subtly to her stomach again, pressing gently as she felt the gas building to an almost painful degree.
The pressure was becoming unbearable, and Kiera knew she couldn't—and wouldn't—hold it in any longer. She turned down another side street, this one even more out of the way, buying herself more time. Her phone buzzed with responses from Shauna and Becca—they were nearby and could meet up in about five minutes. The anticipation made her heart race with cruel excitement.
"Actually, Noah, I need to make a quick stop to pick up a couple of friends. Hope you don't mind," she said, her tone making it clear that his opinion on the matter was entirely irrelevant. "They're heading in the same direction. You know, save the environment and all that." The lie came easily to her lips as she pulled into a parking lot where two other vehicles were already waiting.
"...sure," Noah replied a bit weirded out as he saw the two women waiting in the parking lot. One opened the door right next to him, "Oh, pardon me," she said as she moved into the car which pushed Noah towards the center seat.
The door on Noah's right side slammed shut with a heavy thud as the first woman settled her considerable weight onto the seat, her thick thigh pressing firmly against his. She was a blonde with her hair pulled back in a messy bun, wearing yoga pants that strained against her curves. Before Noah could even process what was happening, the second door opened and another large woman squeezed in from the left—this one a redhead in leggings and an oversized sweater. The two women sandwiched Noah between them, their soft bodies pressing against him from both sides, leaving him no room to move.
Kiera glanced in the rearview mirror, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction as she watched Noah's uncomfortable predicament. Her friends were right on schedule.
"Oh, how rude of me!" Kiera chirped from the driver's seat, her voice dripping with false politeness. "Noah, meet Shauna and Becca. Ladies, this is Noah—my male passenger for the afternoon." The way she emphasized 'male' made both women in the backseat exchange knowing glances, their lips curling into matching smirks.
Shauna, the blonde on Noah's right, shifted her weight deliberately, pressing even more firmly against him as she turned to look at him with mock concern. "Oh sweetie, you look a little cramped back here. Don't worry, we'll make sure you're real comfortable." Her hand patted his knee in a gesture that was anything but reassuring.
Becca, the redhead on his left, leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Yeah, we're just going to be riding along for a while. Kiera's taking the scenic route today, aren't you Kiera?" She giggled, a sound that held no warmth.
Kiera pulled out of the parking lot, deliberately taking another wrong turn that would lead them on a winding path through industrial areas where there would be minimal traffic. Her stomach gurgled audibly, the pressure inside her reaching a critical point. She pressed her hand against her lower abdomen, feeling the bloated fullness that promised sweet, vengeful relief. The anticipation was almost unbearable—in the best possible way.
"You know what, Noah?" Kiera began, her eyes meeting his in the rearview mirror with undisguised cruelty. "I had a really big lunch today. Gas station burrito, extra beans, washed down with one of those sugar-free energy drinks. You know how those things can just... mess with your system?" She let the implication hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "And I've been holding it in all day waiting for just the right moment. Funny how things work out, isn't it?"
Both Shauna and Becca erupted into knowing laughter, their bodies shaking against Noah's as Kiera's hand moved to the climate control, shutting off the air circulation entirely.
Noah chuckled nervously, as if he was in on the joke but he had no idea what was going on.
Kiera's eyes lit up in the rearview mirror, her expression shifting from cruel amusement to something far more sinister. The nervous chuckle from Noah was exactly the kind of clueless response she'd been hoping for. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel as she turned down yet another side street, this one leading toward an abandoned industrial park where she knew they could drive in circles for as long as she wanted.
Shauna shifted her weight deliberately, her thick thigh pressing even harder against Noah's leg as she leaned in close enough that he could smell her strawberry-scented shampoo mixed with something else—the faint musk of sweat. "Oh honey, you're not in on the joke," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You are the joke." Her hand moved to rest on his shoulder, fingers digging in just enough to be uncomfortable, keeping him pinned in place between the two large women.
Becca giggled on his other side, her soft body jiggling against him as she reached across to lock eyes with Shauna over Noah's head. The two women exchanged knowing grins that promised nothing good for their captive passenger. "Poor thing doesn't even realize what's happening yet," Becca cooed, her breath hot against the side of Noah's face. "Kiera, should we tell him, or should we just... show him?"
Kiera's stomach let out another audible gurgle, the pressure inside her reaching an almost painful crescendo. She pressed her hand firmly against her lower abdomen, feeling the bloated fullness that had been building all afternoon. The gas station burrito and sugar-free energy drink had done their work perfectly, creating a toxic brew in her gut that was begging for release. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she met Noah's eyes in the rearview mirror.
"You see, Noah," Kiera began, her voice taking on an almost conversational tone despite the cruelty underlying every word, "Safr might advertise itself as a safe ride for women, but what they don't tell you is what happens when a man gets in one of our cars. Especially my car." She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in as she turned the Jeep down a particularly desolate stretch of road lined with abandoned warehouses. "See, I've been holding in some really nasty gas all day, just waiting for the right opportunity. And congratulations—you're it."
The pressure in her stomach was becoming unbearable, and Kiera knew she couldn't hold it any longer even if she wanted to. With deliberate slowness, she reached down and adjusted the climate control one more time, ensuring that the air recirculation was completely shut off and that there would be no escape for whatever was about to fill the confined space of her Jeep. Her hand moved back to her stomach, pressing gently as she felt the gas shifting, ready to explode.
Shauna's grip on Noah's shoulder tightened as she leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing his ear. "I hope you're ready, sweetie, because Kiera's just getting started. And trust me—" she paused, her own stomach letting out a quiet rumble, "—she's not the only one who had a big lunch today."
Noah's eyes dart nervously from one woman to another, still oblivious but now afraid. Kiera can't hold back anymore as she rips a long, deep fart into the leather of her driver seat. The sound of Kiera's fart echoed through the Jeep like a thunderclap—a long, deep, rumbling emission that seemed to go on forever. The fabric of her driver's seat vibrated audibly beneath her substantial rear end as she released the pressure that had been building in her gut all afternoon. Her eyes fluttered closed for just a moment, her face contorting in an expression of pure, blissful relief as the toxic gas escaped her body. When she opened them again, they gleamed with malicious satisfaction as she watched Noah's reaction in the rearview mirror.
The smell hit the backseat like a physical force—a nauseating wave of rotten eggs mixed with spoiled vegetables and something even more putrid that defied description. It was the kind of stench that seemed to coat the inside of one's nostrils and throat, making breathing feel like an act of self-harm. Shauna and Becca, clearly expecting this, had already pulled the collars of their shirts up over their noses, though their eyes watered and they couldn't suppress their giggles even through the fabric.
"Oh god, that stinks!" Noah's desperate proclamation only made Kiera laugh—a genuine, delighted sound that filled the Jeep almost as thoroughly as the smell.
"Does it now?" Kiera's voice dripped with cruel amusement as she adjusted herself in her seat, deliberately shifting her weight to work out any remaining gas. "That's so funny, because I feel amazing right now. Like a huge weight's been lifted off my... well, you know." She punctuated this with another deliberate squeeze of her abdominal muscles, releasing a shorter but somehow even more pungent blast that made the air shimmer with its intensity. "Oops! Sorry, there was a little more in there than I thought."
Shauna pressed herself harder against Noah's right side, her thick thigh pinning his leg in place as her hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair with deceptive gentleness. "Aww, what's wrong sweetie? Can't handle a little natural bodily function?" Her voice was syrupy with false sympathy as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear despite the protective collar of her shirt.
Becca shifted on Noah's left side, her soft body pressing against him as she reached across to grab his free hand—the one not desperately clutching his nose. Her fingers interlaced with his in a mockery of intimacy as she brought his hand down, forcing him to release his nose. "Nuh-uh, no blocking allowed," she cooed, her voice taking on a sing-song quality that was somehow more threatening than outright hostility. Her grip on his hand was surprisingly strong, keeping it pinned against the seat between them.
Kiera turned the Jeep down another abandoned side street, the industrial buildings creating a maze that could keep them driving in circles for hours. Her stomach gurgled again, and she pressed her hand against it experimentally, feeling another pocket of gas shifting inside her. The pressure was building again already—the sugar-free energy drink was working its magic, creating an endless supply of toxic emissions that she would be more than happy to share with her captive passenger.
"You know what the best part is, Noah?" Kiera's eyes met his in the rearview mirror, her expression one of pure, sadistic glee. "We've got nowhere to be. No schedules to keep. And these child locks? They mean you're not going anywhere until I decide to let you out. So you might as well settle in and get comfortable, because this ride is going to last as long as I want it to." She paused, letting that sink in before adding with mock cheerfulness, "Oh, and I should mention—I had Taco Bell for breakfast too. This could go on for quite a while."
"No! Please... don't do this," Noah pleads as his nostrils keep inhaling the recirculating aroma of Kiera's farts. The women just laugh at him. The confined space of the Jeep's backseat became a chamber of horrors as Shauna's powerful hands forced Noah's head down against the leather seat with brutal efficiency. Her fingers dug into his scalp, nails scraping slightly as she positioned him exactly where she wanted him—face-up and completely vulnerable beneath the looming shadows of two massive rear ends. Kiera watched in the rearview mirror, her eyes glittering with malicious delight as she slowed the Jeep to a crawl, wanting to savor every moment of Noah's torment. Her own stomach gurgled again, already preparing another round, but she was content to let her friends have their turn first.
"Now it's my turn," Shauna announced with mock cheerfulness, her voice taking on that same sing-song quality that Becca had used earlier. She shifted her considerable weight, lifting her yoga-pant-clad ass just enough to angle it directly over Noah's face. The fabric strained against her curves, and through it, Noah could undoubtedly see the outline of her crack as it descended toward him like some kind of apocalyptic eclipse. The shadow of her rear end completely engulfed his face, blocking out the dim light filtering through the tinted windows of Kiera's Jeep.
"NOOO! Please!" Noah's desperate plea was muffled as Becca mirrored Shauna's movements on the opposite side, the two women creating a perfect triangle of ass flesh that trapped Noah's head between them. Their soft, heavy bodies pressed down from both sides, leaving him nowhere to escape. The heat radiating from their bodies was overwhelming even before anything else happened, and the smell of sweat mixed with fabric softener filled what little breathing space Noah had left.
"I think I'm feeling a little gassy as well," Becca remarked with exaggerated innocence, her voice dripping with false surprise as if she'd just discovered this fact. She pressed her hand against her own stomach, feeling the familiar pressure building there—the result of the gas station nachos and Mountain Dew she'd consumed specifically for this purpose. Her eyes met Shauna's over Noah's trapped body, and they exchanged grins of pure, sadistic anticipation.
Shauna's stomach let out a deep, ominous rumble that Noah could probably feel vibrating through his skull. The sound was like distant thunder, promising a storm of biblical proportions. She shifted her weight again, pressing down harder as she angled her ass to ensure maximum proximity to Noah's face. Then, with deliberate slowness, she released—a long, wet-sounding fart that seemed to go on forever, the fabric of her yoga pants doing absolutely nothing to filter the toxic gas that erupted from her bowels. The smell was somehow even worse than Kiera's—a nauseating combination of spoiled dairy products, rotten vegetables, and something sulfurous that made the eyes water instantly.
Noah's head shook violently as he tried to escape the concentrated blast of putrid air being forced directly into his nostrils and mouth. His hands came up instinctively, trying to push against the women pinning him down, but Shauna and Becca were ready for that. Their hands shot out in perfect synchronization, pressing firmly against his chest and shoulders, pinning him completely to the seat. Their combined weight and strength made resistance utterly futile—Noah was completely at their mercy, and they had absolutely none to give.
"Oh wow, that felt amazing," Shauna breathed out with genuine relief, her body visibly relaxing as she released the pressure that had been building in her gut. She wiggled her ass slightly, deliberately grinding it closer to Noah's face as she felt another pocket of gas shifting inside her. "You know what? I think there's more where that came from. Good thing we've got plenty of time, right girls?"
"Absolutely," Kiera called from the driver's seat, her voice filled with cruel amusement as she turned down yet another abandoned side street, ensuring they were far from any potential help or witnesses. Her own hand pressed against her stomach again, feeling the familiar bloated sensation that promised many more emissions to come. "Take your time, ladies. We've got all afternoon, and I'm in no hurry to drop off our special passenger. In fact, I'm thinking we might need to make a stop at that 7-Eleven up ahead—get some more bean burritos to keep the party going."
Becca's stomach gurgled loudly in response, and she shifted her weight experimentally, positioning her own considerable rear end directly over the other side of Noah's face. The triangle of ass flesh tightened around him, creating an inescapable prison of soft, heavy bodies that promised nothing but continued torment. Her fingers dug into his chest harder, feeling his desperate attempts to breathe through the toxic miasma that filled the confined space around his head.
"My turn next," Becca announced with barely contained glee, her voice taking on a predatory edge that made it clear she was going to enjoy this just as much as her friends had. "And fair warning, Noah—I had Indian food for lunch. Vindaloo, extra spicy. This is going to be rough."
Kiera's laughter filled the front of the Jeep as she watched the scene unfolding in her rearview mirror. The pathetic sobbing coming from Noah only seemed to fuel her sadistic enjoyment, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight as she turned down yet another deserted street. The industrial area was perfect—no witnesses, no traffic, just endless rows of abandoned warehouses where a man's desperate pleas would go completely unheard. She pressed her hand against her own stomach, feeling another pocket of gas shifting inside her, waiting for its turn to contribute to Noah's torment.
Shauna's substantial rear end remained hovering just inches above Noah's tear-streaked face, the heat and musk from her body creating a suffocating microclimate around his head. Her yoga pants had ridden up slightly, creating a visible wedgie that outlined every curve of her ass in excruciating detail. At the sound of his desperate pleas, she pressed down slightly lower, not quite making contact but close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her flesh.
"Please stop! I'm sorry I used the app, I just wanted a safe ride!" Noah's voice cracked with desperation, the words barely audible through his sobs. "I'll never use the app again, please just let me go!"
Becca's hand moved from Noah's chest to stroke his hair with mock tenderness, her fingers threading through the strands before suddenly tightening into a painful grip that held his head firmly in place. Her other hand remained splayed across his sternum, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath her palm. She leaned down closer, her face hovering just above his, her expression a twisted mask of false sympathy.
"Aww, listen to him beg, girls," she cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness that did nothing to mask the cruelty beneath. "He thinks this is about the app. That's adorable." Her stomach gurgled loudly, the Indian food she'd consumed earlier wreaking havoc her digestive system. The pressure was building to an almost painful degree, and she shifted her weight slightly, angling her ass more directly over Noah's face as she prepared to release it. "This isn't about the app, sweetie. This is about you being a man in a woman's space. This is about consequences."
Kiera turned in her seat, the Jeep now idling in the empty parking lot of what had once been a manufacturing plant. Her eyes locked with Noah's for a brief moment—just long enough for him to see the complete lack of mercy in her gaze. Her lips curled into a smile that never reached her eyes as she reached for the bag beside her seat, pulling out a foil-wrapped burrito that steamed slightly in the cool air of the vehicle.
"You know what, Noah?" Kiera said, unwrapping the burrito with deliberate slowness, the smell of refried beans and cheese adding yet another layer to the already nauseating atmosphere inside the Jeep. "I think we're just getting started. See, the thing about Safr is that it's supposed to be a safe space for women. And when men like you invade that space..." She took a large bite of the burrito, chewing thoughtfully before continuing, bits of food visible as she spoke. "Well, let's just say we have our own way of dealing with that. Shauna, Becca—I think our friend needs another demonstration of what happens to men who don't respect women's spaces."
Shauna's stomach rumbled ominously in response, the sound reverberating through the backseat like distant thunder. She shifted her weight again, pressing down until her ass was mere centimeters from Noah's face, the heat and smell intensifying to an almost unbearable degree. Her hand moved to join Becca's on Noah's chest, their combined weight making it difficult for him to draw a full breath even before the next assault on his senses began.
"With pleasure," Shauna replied, her voice thick with anticipation as she felt the gas shifting inside her, ready to be released directly into Noah's unwilling face. "And just so you know, honey—" She leaned down slightly, speaking directly to Noah's terrified expression. "—begging only makes it better for us. So please, keep it up. We love hearing you cry."
Shauna's body tensed as she positioned herself directly over Noah's terrified face, her substantial ass hovering just inches from his nose. With a cruel smile, she bore down, muscles contracting as she released a deep, rumbling fart that seemed to emanate from the very depths of her bowels. The hot, putrid gas blasted directly into Noah's face with such force that his hair actually moved, the noxious cloud enveloping his head in a miasma of rotten eggs and spoiled dairy. The sound echoed in the confined space of the Jeep's backseat—a wet, bubbling BRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPT that lasted a full five seconds, ending with a high-pitched squeak as the last of the gas escaped her body.
"Mmmmm, that felt amazing," Shauna moaned, grinding her ass slightly closer to Noah's face to ensure he caught every molecule of her toxic emission. "Your turn, Becca. Don't be shy."
Becca didn't hesitate, shifting her considerable weight to position her own ass directly over Noah's face the moment Shauna lifted slightly. Her leggings strained against her curves as she pressed downward, her flesh making actual contact with Noah's nose and mouth, creating an airtight seal just as her stomach gurgled ominously. The Indian food she'd consumed earlier had created the perfect storm in her digestive system, and she released it all at once—a hot, sulfurous blast that hissed out of her with volcanic intensity, PSSSSSSHHHHHHTTTT-FRRRRRPT! The smell was somehow even worse than Shauna's—a rancid combination of curry spices, garlic, and something deeply, biologically wrong that seemed to burn Noah's nostrils and coat the back of his throat with an oily film.
"Oh god, that's disgusting," Becca laughed, not lifting her ass but instead grinding it down harder against Noah's face, ensuring he had no choice but to inhale the toxic cloud she'd created. "I think I might have another one coming too. Lucky you, Noah!"
In the front seat, Kiera watched the scene unfold with undisguised glee, taking another large bite of her bean burrito as Noah's muffled screams provided the perfect soundtrack to her meal. She chewed slowly, savoring both the food and the torment being inflicted in her backseat, her eyes never leaving the rearview mirror where she could see Noah's legs kicking uselessly against the floorboards. Swallowing the last bite, she crumpled the foil wrapper and tossed it aside, her stomach already gurgling in anticipation of what was to come. With deliberate slowness, she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the driver's door, the cool outside air providing a momentary respite from the toxic atmosphere that had filled her Jeep.
"Ladies, you've done an excellent job softening him up," Kiera announced as she opened the rear door, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "But I think it's time for the main event, don't you?" Shauna and Becca exchanged knowing glances before finally lifting their substantial rear ends away from Noah's face, revealing his tear-streaked, reddened features. They didn't release him, however—instead, they shifted their grips, Shauna pinning his arms while Becca held his head firmly in place, thumbs pressing into his cheeks to force his mouth open slightly. Kiera climbed into the backseat, her own substantial body blocking any hope of escape as she positioned herself above Noah's face, her jeans pulled tight across her ass.
"You know, Noah," Kiera said conversationally as she lowered herself until her ass hovered just inches above his face, "I've been holding this one in specially for you. That burrito was just the appetizer for what's coming next." She shifted slightly, making sure her ass was perfectly aligned with his nostrils, her weight supported by her knees on either side of his head. "Take a deep breath now. This is going to be a doozy." Without further warning, she relaxed her muscles completely, releasing a massive, thunderous fart directly into Noah's face—BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPT!—the sound reverberating through the Jeep like a foghorn, the smell so intensely foul that even Shauna and Becca winced slightly despite their anticipation. The gas seemed to have physical weight as it enveloped Noah's head, forcing its way up his nostrils and into his mouth as he gasped involuntarily. Kiera moaned with relief, her body shuddering slightly as she emptied her bowels of the pressure that had been building all day. "Mmm, that's just the beginning, sweetie. I've got plenty more where that came from, and we've got all afternoon to make sure you learn your lesson about invading women's spaces."
"I'm so sorry!!!" Noah gags out through his cries. He could feel himself becoming lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and being forced to inhale nothing but flatulence and ass stench for the past twenty minutes.
"Sorry?" Kiera taunted, grinding her substantial ass down harder against Noah's face, ensuring his nose was pressed firmly against the seam of her jeans. "Oh sweetie, you're about to be a lot sorrier." Without warning, she relaxed her muscles completely, releasing another massive fart directly into his mouth—BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPT!—the sound muffled by his screams but no less devastating in its impact. The hot, putrid gas forced its way past his lips and down his throat, a toxic cocktail of refried beans, cheese, and something fundamentally rotten that seemed to coat his entire respiratory system. She moaned with relief, her body trembling slightly as the pressure escaped her bowels. "Mmm, that's it. Choke it down like a good little man. You wanted a ride, didn't you? Well, this is what you get!"
Shauna and Becca watched with gleeful anticipation, their grips on Noah's arms and head never loosening despite his increasingly weak struggles. Shauna's fingers dug deeper into his biceps, feeling the way his muscles had gone slack from exhaustion and oxygen deprivation, while Becca maintained her hold on his skull, occasionally adjusting her grip to ensure his mouth remained partially open for maximum gas intake. The sight of his face disappearing beneath Kiera's ass filled them both with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
"Look at him go," Becca giggled, her voice thick with cruel amusement as she watched Noah's body convulse weakly beneath Kiera's weight. "I think he's starting to understand." Her own stomach rumbled ominously, the Indian food still working its way through her system, promising more torment to come. "Don't worry, Noah. We're nowhere near done with you yet. Kiera's got plenty more where that came from, and so do we."
Kiera shifted her weight slightly, angling her ass to create an even tighter seal around Noah's nose and mouth, trapping him in a suffocating prison of denim and flesh. Her eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction as she felt another wave of gas building in her bowels, the pressure almost painful in its intensity. She reached down to stroke his hair with mock tenderness, her fingers threading through the sweat-dampened strands before tightening into a painful grip. "You're in for a very long, very smelly education about respecting women."
Kiera's body tensed with anticipation as she felt the final, most devastating pocket of gas building in her bowels, the bean burrito having worked its way through her digestive system. Her substantial ass pressed down harder against Noah's face, creating an airtight seal as she prepared to deliver what she knew would be her most putrid offering yet. The pressure was almost painful, but the thought of Noah's suffering made it all worthwhile. With a cruel smile spreading across her face, she relaxed completely, releasing a deep, thunderous fart that seemed to emanate from the very depths of her being—BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPT-PFFFFFFFFFFFT!—the sound wet and bubbling, lasting nearly eight seconds as wave after wave of toxic gas poured directly into Noah's mouth and nostrils.
"Oh god, that's the good stuff," Kiera moaned, grinding her ass against his face to ensure every molecule of her noxious emission was forced into his respiratory system. "Just marinate in that for a while, sweetie. Let it really soak in." She remained seated on his face for another full minute, feeling his increasingly weak struggles beneath her weight, his body convulsing as the putrid gas filled his lungs and coated his throat. Only when she was satisfied that he had absorbed the full impact of her assault did she finally lift herself off his face, revealing his desperate face gasping for clean air. But his relief was short-lived as Becca immediately took Kiera's place, her substantial rear end descending like a fleshy guillotine toward his face.
Becca positioned herself with expert precision, her leggings straining against her curves as she settled her ass directly over Noah's nose and mouth. The Indian food she'd consumed earlier had created a volatile combination in her digestive system, and she could feel the spicy, sulfurous pressure building to an almost unbearable degree. Without hesitation, she released it all at once—PSSSSSSHHHHHHTTTT-FRRRRRPT-BRAAAAAAAP!—a hot, hissing blast that carried the intense aroma of curry spices, garlic, and something fundamentally wrong that seemed to burn through Noah's already damaged sinuses. The gas was so potent that even Shauna winced slightly, though her grip on Noah's arms never loosened. "Mmm, extra spicy vindaloo," Becca purred, pressing down harder as Noah gurgled and sputtered beneath her, his body convulsing weakly before finally going limp as consciousness abandoned him. "Sweet dreams, asshole."
Kiera climbed back into the driver's seat, adjusting her rearview mirror to get a better view of Noah's unconscious form sprawled across her backseat. A satisfied smile played across her lips as she started the engine, the Jeep purring to life as she began the drive back toward the shopping center where she'd picked up Shauna and Becca. The two women settled themselves on either side of Noah's limp body, occasionally poking at him to ensure he was truly out cold, their faces glowing with the satisfaction of a job well done. "Well ladies, that was therapeutic," Kiera announced, turning onto the main road as the abandoned industrial area disappeared behind them. "I'll drop you back at your car, but I think I'm going to keep our friend here for the rest of my shift. He's learned his lesson about invading women's spaces, but I want to make sure it really sticks."
Shauna stretched languidly in the backseat, her hand resting possessively on Noah's chest as she felt his shallow breathing beneath her palm. A wistful expression crossed her face as she gazed out the window at the passing traffic, already missing the intoxicating rush of power she'd felt during their extended torture session. "God, I hope I get matched with a male rider tonight on my own shift," she mused, her voice thick with anticipation. "After this little preview, I'm absolutely craving another opportunity to put a man in his place. There's just something so satisfying about watching them break, you know?" Becca nodded enthusiastically, already planning her own evening of potential torment as Kiera's Jeep carried them back toward civilization, leaving Noah unconscious and completely at their mercy for whatever fresh horrors awaited him when he eventually awakened.
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Consciousness crept back into Noah's mind like a slow-moving nightmare, his head pounding with the aftereffects of oxygen deprivation and the lingering stench of the women's toxic assault. As awareness fully returned, panic immediately set in—his wrists and ankles were bound with what felt like zip ties, cutting into his skin whenever he tried to move. The space around him was cramped and dark, and the familiar smell of Kiera's Jeep filled his nostrils. Above him, he could hear the distinctive crunch of someone eating, and when his eyes finally focused, he saw Kiera's face looming over him, her mouth working methodically on a container of extra cheesy nachos from 7-Eleven. The sight of her evil smile as she noticed his awakening sent ice-cold terror racing through his veins.
"Well, well, well. Look who's finally awake," Kiera purred, taking another deliberate bite of her nachos, cheese stretching between her fingers and the container. "Did you have a nice nap, Noah? Because I've got some very interesting news about your immediate future." Her eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction as she watched him struggle against his restraints, testing the strength of the zip ties that held him completely helpless. She shifted slightly, and he realized with growing horror that his head was positioned directly beneath the driver's seat, exposed through some kind of opening she'd created in the upholstery. "You see, sweetie, you're going to be my little helper for the rest of my shift. Every time I need to let out some gas—and trust me, these nachos are already working their magic—you're going to be my personal fart filter, sniffing up every single molecule so my paying customers don't have to smell a thing."
"Please, Kiera, you can't do this to me!" Noah's voice cracked with desperation as the full scope of his predicament became clear. "This is kidnapping! This is torture! You have to let me go!" His struggles intensified, but the zip ties only cut deeper into his skin, and the confined space gave him no room to maneuver. The smell of melted cheese and jalapeños from her nachos was already making his stomach churn, knowing what was coming next. "I'm begging you, please, I'll do anything, I'll pay you, just let me out of here!"
Kiera's laughter was cold and heartless as she set down her nachos and leaned closer to his terrified face, her breath hot against his skin. "Oh, but I can do this, Noah. Who's going to stop me? You're tied up in my car, completely at my mercy, and nobody knows where you are." Her phone chimed with the distinctive sound of the Safr app, and her smile widened as she glanced at the notification. "Perfect timing." She moved with ease, climbing over the center console to settle into the driver's seat directly above his exposed head, her substantial weight pressing down as she adjusted her position.
"No, no, no, please!" Noah's pleas became increasingly frantic as he felt the heat of her body settling above him, the denim of her jeans rough against his face. "I can't breathe like this! Please, Kiera, I'm sorry I used the app, I'm sorry for everything, just please don't—" His desperate words were cut off as she shifted her weight, pressing down harder and creating an almost airtight seal around his nose and mouth. The smell of her previous meals and the lingering effects of the bean burrito filled his nostrils, and he could already feel another wave of gas building in her bowels above him.
"Shut the fuck up and sniff quietly!" Kiera snapped, her voice taking on a commanding tone as she started the engine and began backing out of the parking space. "You're going to learn to be grateful for this opportunity, Noah. Every breath you take is a gift from me, and if even one of my passengers catches a whiff of my gas because you're not doing your job properly, I'm taking you straight back to my apartment where you'll become my permanent fart slave prisoner. Now be a good little filter and get ready for your first real test." Her stomach gurgled ominously as she pulled onto the main road, heading toward her pickup location while Noah lay trapped and helpless beneath her, knowing that his hell was only just beginning.
Kiera's body trembled with barely contained excitement as she felt the familiar pressure building in her bowels, the nachos and earlier bean burrito creating a loaded combination of toxic gas that demanded release. She ground her substantial ass against Noah's terrified face with deliberate slowness, savoring the way his hot breath felt against her denim-covered cheeks as she churned up the gas waiting in her belly. Her muscles clenched tightly, keeping her ass cheeks pressed together to ensure that when the moment came, she could release only silent but deadly emissions that would go undetected by her passenger. The power she felt over Noah's helpless form beneath her was intoxicating, and she had to bite her lip to suppress a moan of satisfaction as she pulled up to the curb where a young woman waited.
The passenger door opened with a soft click, and a petite brunette in business attire slid into the backseat, her professional demeanor immediately apparent as she settled her purse beside her and pulled out her phone to check the ride details. Kiera's heart raced with anticipation as she felt Noah's body tense beneath her, knowing that his terror was reaching new heights as the reality of his situation fully sank in. The woman looked up from her phone, making eye contact with Kiera through the rearview mirror with a polite but cautious expression. "Hi, are you Kiera? I'm Hailey, going to the downtown financial district?" Her voice was crisp and professional, the kind of tone that suggested she was used to being in control of situations, completely unaware of the twisted dynamic playing out directly beneath her driver's seat.
Kiera's smile was warm and welcoming, the perfect mask of professionalism that concealed the sadistic pleasure coursing through her veins as she felt another wave of gas building to dangerous levels in her bowels. She adjusted her position slightly, pressing down harder against Noah's face to ensure maximum contact as she prepared for her first test of his obedience. "That's me! Welcome to Safr, Hailey. I'll have you there in about twenty minutes, depending on traffic." She could feel Noah's panicked breathing against her ass, his terror palpable as he realized that this was really happening. The pressure in her stomach reached a critical point, and she knew she couldn't hold it much longer. With practiced control, she relaxed just enough to release a long, silent stream of toxic gas directly into Noah's nostrils—a hot, putrid emission that carried the concentrated essence of cheese, jalapeños, and something fundamentally rotten that seemed to coat his entire respiratory system.
The fart was completely silent, but Kiera could feel Noah's body convulse beneath her as the noxious gas filled his lungs, his muffled whimpers barely audible above the sound of the engine as she pulled away from the curb. She watched Hailey through the rearview mirror, noting with satisfaction that the passenger showed no signs of detecting anything amiss, her attention focused entirely on her phone as she typed out what appeared to be work emails. Kiera's stomach gurgled softly, promising more torment to come, and she shifted her weight again, grinding down harder against Noah's face.
Noah's lungs burned as he forced himself to inhale every molecule of Kiera's toxic emission, his body screaming in protest as the rotten cocktail of cheese and jalapeños coated his throat and sinuses. Despite the overwhelming urge to gag and retch, he maintained absolute silence, knowing that his very freedom depended on his ability to serve as Kiera's unwilling absorber. The putrid gas seemed to linger in his nostrils like a living thing, each breath a fresh assault on his already damaged respiratory system, but he continued to sniff and inhale with desperate determination, praying that his suffering would be enough to satisfy her twisted demands.
The ride continued quietly, Kiera turned on some relaxing jazz tunes from Spotify while keeping the volume fairly low so as to not disturb or distract Hailey from her work. Hailey nodded along to the music as she continued typing on her phone. The gentle melody filled the cabin as Kiera navigated through the evening traffic, her fingers drumming contentedly on the steering wheel as she savored the dual pleasure of Noah's torment and the complete obliviousness of her passenger. She could feel his hot, panicked breathing against her ass, each desperate inhalation a testament to his complete submission to her will. The pressure in her bowels continued to build as the nachos worked their way through her digestive system, and she knew that the worst was yet to come for her helpless captive.
As they approached the red light, Kiera's stomach cramped pleasantly, signaling another wave of gas demanding release. She closed her eyes and allowed a blissful smile to spread across her face as she relaxed her sphincter, releasing another long, silent stream of toxic fumes directly into Noah's face—PSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH—the emission even more potent than the first, carrying the concentrated essence of processed cheese and spicy peppers that seemed to burn through his already tortured sinuses. The light turned green, and she pressed the accelerator with renewed satisfaction, feeling Noah's body convulse beneath her as he struggled to process the fresh assault on his respiratory system.
The moment of terror came when Hailey's voice cut through the jazz music, "Excuse me, Kiera. Do you mind if I open the window?" Her request sent ice-cold panic racing through both Kiera and Noah. Kiera's hands tightened on the steering wheel as she fought to keep her voice steady and professional, her heart hammering against her ribs as she considered the possibility that her game might be discovered. Oh, is everything alright back there? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Her voice carried just the right note of concerned professionalism, though beneath the surface she was calculating how quickly she could dispose of Noah if their secret was exposed.
Relief flooded through both captor and captive as Hailey's casual response confirmed that the window request was purely coincidental, her attention still focused entirely on her phone as she typed away at her work emails. "No, no, everything's perfect! I'm just running a bit warm from the office today. The air conditioning there is terrible." Hailey's laugh was light and genuine as she finally looked up from her screen, completely unaware of the human drama playing out mere inches beneath her seat. "Sure thing, fresh air is always nice," Kiera replied with genuine warmth, her relief so profound that she actually felt grateful to her passenger for the innocent explanation. As the window rolled down and fresh air began to circulate through the cabin, she pressed down harder against Noah's face, a silent reminder that his ordeal was far from over and that his performance had been acceptable—for now.
The final five minutes of the ride stretched like an eternity as Kiera felt her bowels churning with increasing urgency, the next blast of toxic gas demanded immediate release. Her stomach gurgled and bubbled audibly, the sounds so pronounced that she had to grip the steering wheel tighter to maintain her composure, praying that Hailey wouldn't notice the increasingly desperate symphony emanating from her digestive system. Beneath her, Noah could hear every wet, ominous rumble with crystal clarity, each sound a promise of the torment that awaited him once they were alone again. The pressure was becoming almost unbearable, her ass cheeks clenched so tightly that her muscles were beginning to cramp, but she forced herself to maintain control for just a few more minutes.
As she pulled up to the gleaming office building in the financial district, Kiera's voice carried a slight strain that she couldn't quite mask, her professional facade cracking under the physical discomfort of holding back what felt like a volcanic eruption in her bowels. "Okay, here we are, Hailey. I hope you enjoyed the ride." Her words came out slightly breathless, and she had to bite her lip to suppress a grunt of pain as another wave of gas pressed against her tightly clenched sphincter. Hailey, completely oblivious to her driver's internal struggle, gathered her belongings with efficient movements, her phone disappearing into her purse as she prepared to exit the vehicle.
"Yes, it was perfect, thank you," Hailey replied warmly, her hand already on the door handle as she prepared to step out into the evening air. The moment seemed to stretch forever as Kiera waited for the telltale sound of the door closing, her entire body trembling with the effort of containing the massive fart that threatened to escape at any moment. The soft click of the door shutting was like a starting gun, and Kiera's face immediately transformed from professional courtesy to sadistic glee as she realized she was finally alone with her helpless captive.
The explosion that followed was nothing short of catastrophic—BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!—a thunderous, wet fart that seemed to go on forever, the sound echoing through the confined space of the Jeep like a sonic weapon. The gas was so potent and voluminous that it felt like a physical assault, the concentrated essence of processed cheese, jalapeños, and something fundamentally rotten filling every available molecule of air around Noah's trapped face. Kiera threw her head back and laughed with pure, unrestrained cruelty, her body shaking with mirth as she felt the incredible relief of finally releasing the pressure that had been building for the past few minutes. "Oh my fucking God, Noah! Did you miss that? Because I've been saving that special present just for you!" Her laughter was wild and unhinged as she ground her ass harder against his face, ensuring that every last molecule of her toxic emission was forced directly into his lungs. "That's what happens when you're a good little fart filter—you get rewarded with the really special ones!"
"Please Kiera, no more. I've learned my lesson, I promise you!" Kiera's eyes sparkled with malicious delight as she heard Noah's muffled, desperate pleas filtering up from beneath her substantial frame, his voice barely audible through the layers of denim and flesh that imprisoned his face. The pathetic sound of his begging only served to fuel her sadistic pleasure, and she couldn't help but let out a theatrical sigh of mock sympathy, her lips curving into a cruel smile as she savored his complete helplessness. The power she wielded over him was intoxicating, and she had no intention of ending his torment anytime soon—not when she was having so much fun breaking down his spirit piece by piece.
"Oh, I'm sure you have learned your lesson, sweetie," she cooed with false maternal warmth, her voice dripping with condescension as she shifted her weight to press down even harder against his trapped face. "But you see, the thing is... I'm not done with you yet. Not even close." Her stomach gurgled ominously, promising more digestive horrors to come, and she patted the small strip of Noah's exposed skin that was visible between her thick thighs with mock reassurance. The Safr app notification chimed at the perfect moment, its cheerful sound a stark contrast to the nightmare unfolding in her vehicle, and Kiera's grin widened with anticipation.
"Well, well, well... looks like we're back to work, my little sniffer," she taunted, her voice taking on a sing-song quality that made her words even more menacing. She reached for her phone to accept the ride request, her movements deliberate and unhurried as she savored Noah's terror. "I hope you're ready for round two, because this next passenger is going to be a long ride across town. That means plenty of time for me to test just how well you've really learned your lesson." The engine rumbled to life as she put the Jeep in drive, her substantial ass settling more firmly against Noah's face as she prepared to begin their next twisted game of human air filtration.
As she pulled away from the curb and lowered all the windows to air out the car from her last blast, Kiera's stomach cramped pleasantly, and she knew that the nachos were far from finished with their digestive journey through her system. "Remember the rules, Noah," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear over the engine noise, her voice carrying a dangerous edge that promised severe consequences for any failure. "One whiff reaches my passenger, and you become my permanent fart slave. No more rides home, no more freedom—just you, me, and my apartment for the rest of your miserable little life."
Noah would do anything at this point to avoid becoming Kiera's property so he resigned himself to silently obey his kidnapper. Kiera's heart raced with anticipation as she spotted the two young women waiting at the curb, their short dresses and high heels clearly indicating they were dressed for a night out on the town. Her stomach gurgled menacingly as she pulled up to the pickup location, the nachos continuing their relentless journey through her digestive system and promising even more potent ammunition for Noah's continued torment. She could feel his body tense beneath her as he prepared himself for another round of human air filtration, his desperate determination to avoid becoming her permanent fart slave prisoner both pathetic and amusing to her twisted sensibilities.
The two passengers approached the vehicle with the confident stride of women ready to enjoy their evening, completely unaware of the sadistic drama playing out right in front of them. The first woman, a tall brunette with perfectly styled hair, opened the rear passenger door and peered inside with a bright smile. "Hi! Are you Kiera? We're going to the Meridian Club uptown." Her voice carried the excited energy of someone anticipating a fun night out, and Kiera couldn't help but smile genuinely at the prospect of having such oblivious witnesses to Noah's suffering.
"That's me! Hop on in, ladies," Kiera replied with warm professionalism, though her eyes sparkled with malicious glee as she felt Noah's panicked breathing against her ass. The second woman, a petite blonde wearing a glittering cocktail dress, slid into the backseat alongside her friend, both of them chattering excitedly about their plans for the evening. As soon as both doors closed with satisfying clicks, Kiera's stomach cramped with delicious timing, and she had to bite her lip to suppress a grunt of anticipation. The pressure building in her bowels was becoming almost unbearable, and she knew that Noah was about to face his most challenging test yet.
"So, the Meridian Club—that's about a fourty-five minute drive with traffic," Kiera announced cheerfully, adjusting her rearview mirror to get a better look at her passengers while simultaneously pressing down harder against Noah's trapped face. "You ladies look like you're ready for a great night out!" The brunette laughed and nodded enthusiastically, launching into an animated story about their friend's promotion celebration, completely oblivious to the fact that their driver was preparing to unleash biological warfare on the helpless man trapped beneath her seat. Kiera's stomach gurgled ominously as she put the Jeep in drive.
Kiera casually chatted with the gregarious ladies and as the blonde was speaking, she pushed her butt down firmly against Noah's face and blew a hot, stinky fart right up his nose that nearly surprised him into making a sound but he just sniffed as hard as he possibly could to ensure he sucked down all Kiera's nasty odor. Kiera's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as she felt Noah's desperate inhalation against her ass, his frantic sniffing barely audible over the animated chatter of her passengers. The hot, putrid gas had been particularly potent—a concentrated blast of processed cheese and jalapeños that she'd been saving up during their conversation—and she could practically feel his body convulsing beneath her as he fought to contain every molecule of her toxic emission. The fact that he'd managed to suppress his natural gag reflex and avoid making any sound filled her with a perverse sense of pride in her sacrificial breather's performance, though she had no intention of making his ordeal any easier.
The blonde passenger continued her enthusiastic story about their friend's promotion at work, completely oblivious to the noxious release being conducted mere inches from their designer heels. "So then Jessica's boss calls her into his office, and we're all thinking she's in trouble, right? But instead he offers her the regional manager position!" Her voice bubbled with excitement as she gestured animatedly, while Kiera nodded and made appropriate sounds of interest, all while grinding her substantial frame more firmly against Noah's trapped face. The brunette chimed in with her own commentary, and Kiera felt another familiar cramping sensation building in her bowels as the nachos continued their relentless digestive journey.
"That's amazing! Good for her," Kiera replied warmly, her voice carrying genuine enthusiasm even as her stomach gurgled ominously with the promise of more torment for her helpless captive. She could feel the pressure building again, and the knowledge that Noah was completely at her mercy while these innocent women chatted away above him sent waves of sadistic pleasure through her entire body. "It sounds like you ladies have a lot to celebrate tonight. The Meridian Club is perfect for that—they have an amazing rooftop bar with the best views in the city." As the conversation flowed naturally around topics of career success and weekend plans, Kiera's ass cheeks clenched with anticipation, her body preparing to unleash another silent but deadly assault on Noah's already tortured respiratory system. The power she wielded over him in this moment was absolutely intoxicating, knowing that his freedom depended entirely on his ability to serve as her personal organic intake chamber while maintaining perfect silence.
The fourty-five minute ride was been an absolute masterpiece of sadistic torment, with Kiera alternating between cheerful conversation with her oblivious passengers and unleashing silent but devastating olfactory assault on her helpless human air filter trapped beneath her. Each toxic emission had been perfectly timed during the natural lulls in conversation, and she'd watched with perverse satisfaction as Noah's body had grown increasingly weak and unsteady with each forced inhalation of her putrid gas. By the time she pulled up to the Meridian Club's valet station, she could feel his labored breathing becoming more erratic against her ass, his desperate attempts to maintain consciousness growing more and more futile as the concentrated toxins overwhelmed his already tortured respiratory system.
As the two young women gathered their purses and stepped out onto the sidewalk, Kiera maintained her warm, professional demeanor with practiced ease. "Have an amazing time tonight, ladies! And congratulations again to Jessica on her promotion!" Her voice carried genuine warmth even as her stomach cramped with anticipation for what was about to come. The moment the passenger doors clicked shut, her entire expression shifted from friendly professionalism to predatory satisfaction, and she slowly lifted her substantial frame off Noah's face for the first time in over an hour. The sight that greeted her was absolutely delicious—his face was a mask of complete disgust and disorientation, his eyes unfocused and glassy as they stared blankly at the Jeep's ceiling, his mouth hanging slightly open as he mumbled incoherently like a man who'd been chemically lobotomized by her toxic emissions.
"Aww, poor baby," she cooed with mock sympathy, her voice dripping with condescension and barely contained laughter as she savored the sight of his completely broken state. "Did my little fart cushion get a bit overwhelmed? You look absolutely pathetic right now." The way his body lay there so limply, so completely defeated, sent waves of sadistic pleasure coursing through her entire being. She could see that he was barely clinging to consciousness, his chest rising and falling in shallow, irregular breaths as his system struggled to process the concentrated toxins she'd been forcing into his lungs.
With deliberate slowness, she positioned her massive, jean-covered ass directly over his barely conscious face once again, watching with cruel amusement as his unfocused eyes tracked her movements with the sluggish awareness of someone on the verge of complete collapse. "One more for the road, sniffer," she whispered with malicious glee, her voice carrying a dangerous edge that promised this would be her most devastating assault yet. The fart that followed was devastating—BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP!—a thunderous, wet explosion that seemed to go on forever, the sound rippling and bubbling with such disgusting intensity that it filled every corner of the Jeep's interior. The gas was so concentrated and toxic that it felt like a physical assault, the essence of everything rotten and putrid in her digestive system unleashed in one final, overwhelming wave directly into his face. Noah's body convulsed weakly, gurgling and sputtering in exhausted desperation as his tortured respiratory system finally reached its breaking point and shut down completely, his consciousness slipping away into merciful darkness as his body went completely limp beneath her.
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Noah woke up with a horrified start. But as his eyes began to come into focus he could see he was in his apartment, in his bedroom, laying on his bed. He breathed a sigh of relief. It must have been a terrible nightmare and he'd fallen asleep with all his clothes on. He pats his body around his chest and notices a crinkling sound. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out what appears to be a wrinkled Taco Bell wrapper. He looks at it and flips it over to see words written on the wrapper that read: Good job, fart sniffer. The terror that flooded through Noah's veins was unlike anything he had ever experienced as the cruel reality of his situation crystallized with horrifying clarity. The Taco Bell wrapper crinkled mockingly in his trembling fingers, its innocent appearance belying the sinister message scrawled across its greasy surface in what looked like purple marker. His heart hammered against his ribcage when suddenly a playful knock on the door echoed through his apartment.
Noah slid out of bed, walked out of the bedroom and into the living room towards the door. He opened it and saw Shauna and Becca standing there with predatory grins stretching across their faces, time seemed to slow to a crawl as his worst nightmares materialized before his very eyes. "Hey there, fart slut," Shauna purred with malicious delight, her blonde hair catching the hallway light as she pushed past him into his sanctuary with the confidence of a predator entering its hunting ground. "Miss us already?" The sound of Becca's dark chuckle sent ice through his veins as they moved with a refined execution, their substantial frames filling his living space with an oppressive presence that made the walls seem to close in around him. Noah is in stunned shock and tries to yell out for help but Becca's hand clamped over his mouth with bruising force, her fingers digging into his cheeks as they wrestled him down onto his own couch with terrifying ease.
The zip ties bit into his flesh with surgical precision as his muffled screams died against Becca's palm, his desperate struggles proving utterly futile against their combined weight and determination. Shauna's eyes sparkled with sadistic pleasure as she secured his ankles, her movements deliberate and unhurried as she savored every moment of his complete helplessness. As the final zip tie clicked into place with the finality of a coffin lid closing, Noah's vision blurred with tears of pure despair as the full scope of his situation became crystal clear. This wasn't just another ride—this was his new reality, trapped forever in a nightmare of biological torture with no hope of escape. The two women loomed over him like vultures circling carrion, their stomachs already beginning to gurgle with ominous promise as they prepared to begin the next chapter of his endless torment.