The young cleric named Wesley woke up tied up to what seemed to be a giant cushion of some sort. He had no memory of what led to this situation, but he wanted nothing to do with it.

Suddenly, a giant figure walked up in front of him, it was none other than Thylaa the dark sorceress, one of the most feared villains in the entire kingdom.

“So, you’re finally awake!” the looming villainess said, “Took you long enough.”

“Thylaa! I should have known you were behind this!” Wesley responded, trying to keep his cool as his mind was filled with fear, “Well no matter what you have planned, my allies will not let you get away with-” Before he could finish his retort, Thylaa placed a finger over his tiny mouth, interrupting him.

“Hush now, little cutie.” Thylaa said, “Your friends are the reason you’re here in the first place! I came across them while they were on one of their many adventures without you and I gave them two options. Either I’d take a bit of their loot or I’d take their cute little cleric and turn him into a personal toy of mine!”

“WHAT!?!?!” Wesley responded with shock.

“Yes! And they were rather quick to choose too! In fact they made it rather clear that they wanted nothing to do with you!” she answered. Wesley started to tear up, as he realizes that his fears had come true. Wesley was always the butt of his party’s jokes, often treated as being weak and useless but he always assumed that they still cared about him.

“Awww, don’t cry. Your friends may have abandoned you, but now you have me!” Thylaa said, not making him feel any better as he had grown well aware of how vile of a woman Thylaa truly was.

“I’ll give you all the love you need.” she said while lowering her large robe-covered rear onto his tiny panicking body.

“Wait hold on. Assus Expandus!” she said, causing her already large rump to grow quite a bit

“Now we can let the fun begin” she continued lowering herself onto Wesley until her ass landed on the throne’s cushion, with his face trapped in her head-sized anus with only a thin black dress between the two. A musty smell surrounded him, and he began to squirm, only causing comfort for Thylaa.

“Aaaaaaaaaah.” Thylaa said in ecstasy as she ground her rear into the chair, further crushing the poor cleric underneath her squishy cheeks. Suddenly the witch felt a gurgle in her gut.

“Oh dearie me! I forgot how gassy that expansion spell makes me! Hope you don’t mind me letting out a few farts onto you.” Wesley started to scream in fear, which could faintly be heard by Thylaa. “Yeah, I thought so.”

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Thylaa leaned forward and let out a huge fart in her victim’s tiny face, engulfing him in her heinous stench. He wanted to cover his nose, but as his arms were now crushed beneath her buttcheeks, there was nothing he could do.

“Damn that felt good!” Thylaa said as she took pleasure in her emission and the suffering it caused her tiny slave.

“Don’t worry cutiepie! There’s more where that came from!" She laughed maniacally as she let out a barrage of gas.

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“Goddamn that stinks!” the villainess exclaimed as she pinched her nose and fanned the air, “I almost feel sorry for you!”

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“Almost.” She added with apathy as she let out another fart.

Wesley wondered what he did to deserve this torture. He always tried his best to support his teammates and yet this was how they repaid him, by allowing the greatest villainess in the kingdom to trap him under her massive smelly ass.

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Several fart filled hours passed by.

“God! My ass just won’t quit!” Thylaa said “You know, I just got a wonderful idea!” Thylaa stood up and raised up her dress, followed by pulling down her thong, revealing her bare ass to the tiny mortified Wesley. She ripped the cleric from the cushion and prepared to shove him face first into her bare asshole.

“Alrighty! In you go!” Thylaa exclaimed, ignoring his pleas for mercy as he approached her smelly anus until finally she had shoved him in, leaving only his legs hanging out.

“Ahhhhhh.” she said in ecstasy as her rear was penetrated by the tiny boy, taking pleasure as he squirmed inside of her. She pulled up her thong to further trap him in their, and then let out a long silent fart.

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With Wesley trapped in her asshole, Thylaa decided to sit back down on her throne, once again crushing poor Wesley under her massive body.

The poor boy could barely breathe, as most of the air within his airspace consisted of Thylaa’s gas, which seemed to be never-ending. His struggles did nothing to help either, instead simply pleasuring the sadistic sorceress who had claimed him as her own.

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“Oh damn! I didn’t notice how late it’s gotten! I guess I should probably get to bed. Even an evil sorceress needs her beauty sleep after all.” Thylaa said as she got up off of her throne, lifting the tiny Wesley with her.

“Oh, but don’t think you’re off the hook little man, you’re gonna be down there all night.” Thylaa added, mortifying poor Wesley as she headed to bed. Having to spend the entire evening was absolutely hellish as it was, but the idea of remaining stuck in her ass as she slept on top of that just sounded like a nightmare.

Wesley begged for some semblance of mercy despite knowing how futile doing so was, but just as he expected his cries fell on deaf ears as Thylaa climbed into bed without a second thought, leaving poor little Wesley trapped in her asshole as she drifted off to sleep.

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As she went to bed Wesley remained trapped in her ass, getting blasted with fart after fart until he eventually passed out from exhaustion.