*beeeeep beeeeeep*

"Nngggh..."

*beeeeeep beeeeeeep*

"N-fughuff..."

*thud*

"Mmmm....fugg...."

*click*

"Ugh it's too early.", Linda thought to herself. She lifted herself off her fuzzy carpet and shuffled over to her dresser. She put on the usual, black skirt, white long-sleeve button up, and a black jacket to match her skirt. She worked at a fine business complex in the city. She had a nice office, six figure pay, no mortgage, rent, nothing. She even had all of her utilities paid for so most of her income went towards either the stock market (which she was amazing at predicting) or clothes shopping.

All this sounds nice until you realize that it's not even her office, the six figure pay was mainly for her to keep her mouth shut and willingly stay at her job and on top of that, her lack of bills was because her boss paid for all of them to keep Linda's mouth shut even tighter. You see, Linda was technically employed as a secretary at Cola-Corp, the world's current largest business. She was THE secretary considering her boss was none other than Veronica Colaxis, Cola-Corps' CEO.

While Veronica treated Linda well, she also treated her as an object during work hours. Specifically... a seat cushion. When Linda was first hired by Veronica she had told her she was on her way to supporting Veronica's every endeavor; turns out that was literal as Linda had found herself bound to the seat of the most powerful woman in the western world's chair and forced to huff the seat of her usually bleakly-colored pantsuit.
Today was different. Linda walked out of her room to see Veronica in a blue skirt and black button up fixing her silver hair and holding a gas mask with an unusually long tube coming off the filter. She smirked and lifted up her skirt to show Linda the very ass she'd be staring at for the next 3 hours.

"Don't tell me you forgot... today I have a video call with the investors. I can't have you struggling and moving me around while I'm trying to stay steady and professional.", she giggled. Veronica was a very fit, very curvy woman. Though she was on the older side at 46 years old.

"How do I even let you do this?", Linda asked.

"Because you wouldn't be the fiftieth richest woman in the city if you left me or my company.", Veronica retorted. "Now hurry into my office, I still need to set up my computer so just find where you want to sit while you huff my gas for the next three hours.", she ordered. Linda and Veronica walked into the office turned prison as Veronica sat down and signaled for Linda to do the same. "I'll have to pay you extra for today, these are gonna be celery farts.", Veronica joked as she secured the gas mask to her secretary's face and pulled down her panties, connecting the tube to her custom-made harness that attaches the tube to her asshole.

"Why did you eat celery?", Linda muffled through the heavy duty mask.

With a shrug Veronica stated, "I just need to eat healthy. Whatever happens in my stomach is your problem."

"Ugh, fine...", Linda grumbled as she leaned back and laid the back of her head against Veronica's ass, squishing into it a bit.

*bbbbbrrrrrrrrffff*

"Just testing the mask, I didn't hear a thing so lucky you!", she cheered. Linda just groaned, already sick of today. Veronica finally got the board of investors' call invite. "Remember now, stay below the backrest of the chair and stay close.", she reminded her secretary before accepting the invite. It was a long three hours, huffing Veronica's farts. The only thing Linda had to entertain herself was a guessing game of what Vetonica's farts smelled like.

*fffffrrrrrrpppp*

Linda cringed as the stench hit her face. She sniffed it up like a good air filter. With a plasticy slam, Linda knew her day was just about over.

"One last thing.", Veronica demanded as she undid her secretary's mask. She pulled her panties down and put them over Linda's face, leaving a greenish-yellow spot right over her nose. "I still have quite a bit of paperwork to fill out.", Veronica said with a smile. Linda didn't even object anymore, it was pointless. She walked over to Veronica's chair and rested her head on it's usual, now indented, spot. There were three craters in the office chair's cushioning. Two of them were from the CEO herself, sitting in that chair long enough for her large rump to leave it's mark. The third crater between the two belonged to Linda's own head. It was a blessing and a curse as now Veronica found the seat extremely uncomfortable without smothering a young face under her colossal behind.

Linda waited for the boss lady to appear above her, ass suspended over her face and eclipsing any hopes of escape. She was forced between the cougar's globes and forced to sniff Veronica's musk for air.
"Oh Linda, forgot to mention... this'll be an all-nighter.", Veronica said with faux-sympathy and a chuckle. She wiggled until she felt a panty clad nose press against her tail hole. "Perfect.", she sighed, knowing damn well she just put Linda's nostrils up to her stink dispenser.

*pppbbbbllllllttt*

"Oho my... I'm sooo sorry, darling.", she said with immense sarcasm. The stink was burning Linda's nose, she tried to struggle but realized she was bound to the chair. "Forgot to mention, you were starting to get a little too much freedom. So I have you listed as on unpaid vacation at the moment. Figured you needed a week where nobody would ask about you, look for you, while you spend your entire week huffing my gas. Of course bathroom trips will be... tricky... but you can deal with it, right?", Veronica asked with a fit of evil laughter. "You're going to be nothing more than a slave to my bare ass this week.", she chuckled and compressed Linda's head into the seat.

Veronica grew tired from work and stood to check on her slave. Linda was still conscious somehow.

"Good work, nobody's ever lasted that long huffing my celery farts. Just think, you'll have all the time in the world to adjust.", Veronica said as she brandished a smother harness. Linda gained newfound energy as she began to struggle and kick all to no avail. Veronica secured the harness to herself, all she needed was Linda's head. She sat on the chair backwards, forcing Linda's face into her crotch, smothering her. She wiggled around and farted for a little bit of fun, knocking out Linda.

"Now behave.", Veronica whispered as she connected a now unconscious secretary to her rump