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Smothering Alison *ring* *ring*! A phone was sounding somewhere in the house. Alison frantically ran down the stairs to get the phone. Shaking, Alison answered. "Hello? Yes ma'am. No ma'am. Sorry ma'am. I'll be right there." She hung the phone up and ran to get dressed in a sweater and skirt, grabbed her favorite red scarf, and ran for the door. She ran down the streets of her suburbs quickly. "Crap! I'm in so much trouble!" She said rushing. "She'll have me sat on for sure." The week before Alison had promised her mistress to clean the entire house, mow the lawn, and walk the dogs or else face the concequences. She knew vary well what the concequence was and was not ready to recieve it. When arriving at the large house, Alison took a deep breathe before approaching the door. She reached for the doorbell when the door flew open. Her large mistress was looming over glaring at her. Although she could barely see over the mistress's large belly fat. Alison got on her knees and began begging. "I'm so very sorry ma'am! Please forgive me!" She bent over to kiss the mistress'a stinky feet. "Come inside." The mistress replied angrily. "You know where to go." Alison dragged her feet as she walked through the door, and knew exactly what was going to happen. She made her way to the mistress's large master bedroom. She climbed on the bed and layed perfectly still, waiting to be smothered under her mistress's 500 lbs if pure fat and stench. The mistress climbed ontop of Alison and held her belly over Alison's head. "Just get it over with already." Alison sighed as her mistress taunted her. "You know you'll be here fo a long while, so I'm going to enjoy every last minute." The mistress replied. Alison opened her mouth to say something, but instead got a face full of sweaty, belly fat. All that was exposed was her long black hair. She couldn't put up much of a fight due to the emince size of her mistress and her exceptence of the punishment. The mistress rubbed her stomach around on Alison's face in order to smear the sweat and stink on her. She lifted her belly to allow Alison a quick gasp for freash air before dropping it back down, hitting Alison with a loud *smack*. The mistress enjoyed the feeling of power over the small, helpless girl under her. Alison, on the other hand, was being drowned in warm, sweaty belly fat. She tried to get free but her mistress pressed harder on her face to keep her from moving. The fat was the least of her worries; however, because the worst was still in the distant future. One that felt like an eternity. The mistress finally stood up off of Alison and proceeded to tie her hands and feet too the bed. She put Alison's red scarf over her face," I don't want you to immidiatly pass out from the stench, and a don't want you to know when I'll sit." These words didn't make Alison any more comfortable. The mistress climbed ontop of her and prepared to sit on her. The mistress slowly descended her large butt on Alison's face. When she sat, Alison's whole head was engulfed, completely lodged in between her buttcheeks. The mistress grinded her butt on Alison's scarf (which didn't help with the stench) and face. Alison felt as if her head was puppet to her mistress's butt because she moved in sync with her as her mistress vigorously grinded her gigantic but on Alison's face. As her mistress moved, her head became more and more stuck, buried under a mound of sweat, stench, and fat. Her mistress sat up and brought Alison with her. "Awe poor thing! Your head's a little stuck isn't it?" She taunted Alison and laughed evilly at her slave's misfortune. Alison's head slowly still out of its prison. When she was out, she fell to the bed gasping for more fresh air. She looked up to see her scarf wedged in her mistress's butt and cringed at the sight as butt sweat dripped from it. "Guess the scarf really did spare you from some humiliation, huh?" Said her mistress as she struggled to pull Alison's scarf from her butt. "Eugh...that was my favorite scarf..." Alison cried to her superior. "Hm? Then take it then." Replied her mistress as she carelessly dropped the sweat-soaked scarf on Alison's face. Making a squishing sound when it hit. Alison sighed as the sweat and foul Odor coated her face once again. "I'll be right back." Said the mistress as she climbed off of Alison and exited the room. Alison struggled to get free and remove the scarf from her face, but was very tightly bound to the bed. After a few seconds of flailing around she sat still with exceptence and waited for her mistress to return. When the mistress returned she was holding a bucket of burritos, several movies, and a ray gun of some sort. She set the food and movies down and walk over to Alison holding the ray gun. She aimed the gun and removed the scarf from Alison's face. Alison looked over and let out a blood curdling screamed. "I'm sorry mistress!" She pleaded. "Please don't kill me!" "Relax! I'm not going to kill you, stupid." Her mistress said, irritated. She shot Alison with the gun and Alison started shrinking down to a height of just five inches. "See." Alison looked at herself and up at her mistress with absolute terror. She turned and scurried across the bed as fast as she could, but the mistress reached down and snatched her up. "Wrong way, silly." The mistress giggle. She pulled down her thong and placed Alison inside. "Hope you enjoy the smell!" She taunted as she pulled her thong up ,tightly, wedging Alison between her large buttcrack. Alison was immidiatly caught off guard by the most retched odor she had ever smelled. The air was dry and musty and made her gag and caugh. When her mistress sat down she was wedged closer to her mistress's butthole and the source of the smell. She was afraid of what would happen next. The mistress turned on a movie and started eating some burritos to build up some gas just for Alison. Alison heard a gurgling noise coming from the mistress's stomach. She tried to wonder what it was but was interrupted by a loud PPFFFFFFFFTT!! The air was quickly polluted and there was soon no fresh air for poor, tiny Alison as she was forced to smell smell it and hope for the best that would never come. Another large blast hit Alison like a truck. The hot air rushed around her and made her eyes water and mouth dry. She tried to block the smell somehow , but the task seemed impossible for her. The mistress wiggle in her seat to get comfortable and farted a few times to make sure Alison was also "comfy". She smiled everytime she let one rip because she knew Alison was facing pure, unrealenting torture. "Uh-oh, here comes a big one!" Her mistress warned. Alison heard this but could do anything. Alison slowly drifted into unconciousness as more putrid gas was blow into her face. The stench sorounded her and she could no longer take it. She had blacked out. ------------------------------------------------------------ Alison jolted awake as if she had a terrible nightmare. She looked around to see that she was in her own bed in her own house. Was it all a dream? She walked downstairs and found her red scarf. She stared at it before, hesitantly, picking it up. She took a quick wiff before almost throwing up from its smell. It wasn't a dream. Under the scarf there was a note. "Hopefully you've learned your lesson and you do exactly as you are instructed next time. Upon reading this Alison went back to bed to take a long, well needed nap. |
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