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facesittingnightmares · 19 days ago

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The Corporate Stink : CEO Kai : Physical Application

"A..are...you Kai?" You stutter as you exit the cubicle and see a towering figure at the urinal ahead. This was an upper-class gym for CEOs and their personal staff to use. Fortunately you were an assistant of a rival CEO and had been looking for a way to switch to Kai's company as the pay and all the benefits were ahead of the competition by miles.

"That would be my name. What can I do for you?" He says as you hear liquid splashing in his urinal. "Uhm...I was hoping for a chance to apply to your company, sir." You say softly as you stare at the protruding ass cheeks that were on full display, their shape perfectly highlighted by the lighting. "Is that so? And you thought the best place to do that was in the men's room as I relieve myself following an intense leg day routine?" Kai laughs. "No no of course not. I just happened to spot you and.." You are cut off by a sudden quick explosion that sounded like it came from the ass in front of you. "Finally... had to hold that in while I was in the gym!" Kai laughs again as the smell hits you. Raw sewage, eggs, a hint of overwhelming protein consumption. All smells that invaded your nostrils and destroyed your breathing pattern.

"Do you have your CV and application at least?" He asked, intrigued by your bold choice in approaching him. "Ye....yeah, it's right here." You struggle to say as you approach him, coughing on his lingering fart. He grabs the papers and turns back around to face the wall as he smiles, sensing your struggle with his scent. "You know, while I read over these, you should probably opt for the physical application!" He laughs. "Physical application?" You question, confused by what he could mean. "Yes, boy, that's what I said." He smirks as he looks back around at you. "These godly cheeks that you've been gazing at since you exited your stall require a face in them. Get in there!" He says with no concern for you. "But..." "No buts...except MY butt around your face if you want me to overlook you ambushing me in the bathroom." Kai cuts you off, raising his tone despite still enjoying your flustered appearance. He reaches for your neck and gently guides you down without even looking. Desperate for a chance at his company and scared of pissing him off further, you follow his guidance and drop to your knees coming face to face with his thick dump truck. "Face...in...ass." He hums melodically as you are too busy staring at his ass.

You gently grab his ass to ease your access, and your fingers instantly sink into his fatty textured cheeks. Despite him looking mostly muscular, they were surprisingly doughy, which explained why they were so big. "Yea, that's a good boy. Spread my cheeks and I'll help you in!" Kai laughs from above as he reaches back with one hand. You feel his strong hand and gorilla grip on the back of your head as you were slowly pushed into the spread cheeks, still with no hole visible. "Kai..sir...can you just forget this and I'll leave?" You splurge out as you regret everything. His ass was endless, his cheeks glistened with sweat from the squats he mentioned earlier, and a sinister stink began to pour out now that you were close. "Nah ah...commitment is my number one attribute for applicants! Now commit!" He roars as you are forced into his ass with speed. Slightly dazed, you release his cheeks, a mistake which would be a fatal. They clamp around your head, and immediately, the weight of them could be felt despite his body being upright. "Bold choice letting my ass consume you. Respect though!" You barely hear him say through the sound barrier that was his dense cheeks. Slowly, you feel him start gyrating and wiggling his hips, your face following every move as your body kneeled still. The smell only got worse the more you were in his ass. Sweat coated your face now as whatever accumulated with his movements simply dripped down inside his ass cavern and onto your face, often ending up on your nose or lips.

After what felt like an eternity, you place your open palms on his sweaty domes of ass. Your fingers sink in yet again and you try to push yourself out. "Uhmm...I don't think that's smart." The man laughs as you feel his cheeks tense up. Suddenly, his once doughy and endless cheeks were now hard and immovable. Your face was crushed in between and you could feel your nose pushed deeper in, now near a radiating center of heat and stench that had to be his asshole. Still hopeful for escape, you try pushing yourself out again. This time, the strength of his glutes was revealed as you almost broke your neck as your head was clamped in place. "I'm just giving you a preview. After all I need to see your skills if your gonna come be my fart cushion!" Kai laughs aggressively he grunts. You hear the rumbling of his stomach and feel the twitches in his tense glutes. "One CEO sized fart incoming!" He laughs as you feel the heat swiftly encompass your nose, then your mouth, and finally your entire face. Then came the sound,after a few seconds of silent gas. It was as if he had just thrown a bass drum off a 10-story building. The echo was deafing and drowned out whatever he had said during the long 20-second blast of ass gas. The smell was just as bad. It was not only disgusting but completely crippling as it removed all energy from your body. Garlic, fibre, protein shakes, and eggs. All distinct smells your nose could pick up as it tried to survive the rotten blast. As the gas started to splutter out of existence you felt his tense cheeks loosen up. You thought you'd survive, but you underestimated his fatty face prison. It's gripping dough like form continued to cling to your face. Leaning back, you tried to use momentum and gravity to leave his cheeks as his fart finished your energy. Slowly, your face slid between the glistening cheeks as the residual gas continued to flood your nose. If it was anyone else, your face would've been out in time. However, his fatty cheeks compress your head to the point that even gravity can not save you.

"Nighty night!" Kai laughed as you slowly felt yourself slip from consciousness just before slipping out of his ass. Your head hit the floor and within seconds Kai raised his red shorts above his waist as normal. "Maybe you would be fun to have around after all!" The fun spirited CEO laughed. He slid your CV and application down his shorts before blasting them with a fart and writing 'your hired:)' on them. Not letting you escape his expensive ass even while unconscious, he laid the papers on your face to allow your unconscious body to inhale his scent yet again. Although you got to finally have a job at your dream company and with everyone's dream boss, would you handle the weekly fart sessions he would use you for?

*Another re-upload from the old page!!*

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facesittingnightmares · 29 days ago

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Wonho The Titan : VIP Experience

When you were caught hiding in your idols hotel room sniffing his large rose smelling boxers, you thought he would surely call security or the police. What happened instead surprised you. Wonho simply locked the door and slowly approached your cowering frame. As he stopped in front of you, it was clear he was much more muscular in person than in pictures.

The sexy titan picked you up with ease and laid you on his bed. "Now clearly you like me or else you wouldn't be in here. So let me give a fan a little gift." He laughed as he mounted the bed and stood above you. Not giving you long to admire his body, he dropped to his knees, and they landed at either side of your head, but the highlight was when his ass hit your face with immense speed. Despite the quick impact, it didn't hurt as his glutes were massive and doughy from his excessive squat routine. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you just lay still, thankful that you were even touching Wonho, never mind being nose deep in his covered ass. Over the next half hour, you slowly feel his heavy cheeks, each like an oversized dense watermelon, gradually slide around your face as your nose pushes deeper into the shorts covered crack. You hear various phone calls between Wonho and other people as he seems to not acknowledge your existence and instead simply relaxed as you were in literal heaven. Your breathing was slow and light. The heat off his heavy ass kept you warm, and he didn't even care you were there. What more could you ask for? He even smelt great, his ass having a strong scent that was masculine and dominant.

"Damn I forgot I hit the gym this morning." You hear from above as a slight rumble can be heard from Wonhos mid section. Almost immediately, you can feel the area around your nose heat up, and a strong scent fills your nose. At first, you squirm underneath the immovable man as he sits still with the silent protein fart escaping his insides. Then another fart followed. This time much louder and longer. It shook your face and easily smelt worse than the last. As the fart overwhelms you with its dense eggy smell, you start kicking your legs for freedom, afraid of dying in your idols ass. After a few minutes of his fart saturating your face, your struggles finally alert him as they barely register on his muscular body.

Wonho rises and the cold air rushes to your face. With your brain function returning and the smell of fresh air entering your body you make a bold choice. You reach up and pull the man back down. However, you end up pulling his shorts and underwear down instead. Shocked and slightly shaken by your struggle, he ends up falling anyways, and your face slots back into his endless ass. You wrap your arms around his waist and pull his weight down more as your goal is to go deeper than anyone else. Why? The fresh air made you realise just how much you liked his ass scent. That or his farts had completely clouded your judgment.

With your nose firmly secure in his sweaty hairless hole Wonho began to bounce gently. Each bounce felt like a cushioned earthquake on your face due to the muscular man's weight. Despite his rising and falling repeatedly, you never noticed him rising as his bubble butt seemed endless with your nose never leaving. Only when he landed did you realise he bounced, pushing your nose even deeper each time until it finally touched his sweat drenched hole. The smell was intense. The sheer amount of protein and fiber the titan ate meant his digestive system was constantly active, and now you realised as it burned from both the heat and the shitty scent. "Ahh...its nice not to have to smell my own flatulence for once. I'm usually shy about it, but you seem like you appreciate it!" Wonho says softly as you feel a silent blast of shitty air breeze around your nose and face. Immediately, you struggle to breathe. The air was too dense straight from his hole, and your mouth was held firmly shut by the bottom of his cheeks. Your boner continued to grow and leak, showing Wonho you still enjoyed it. You manically shook your head as he pumped a full weeks worth of farts into you with your struggle, not making enough power to notify him through his thick glutes. He didn't realise his own power as you suffocated beneath him with the giant unaware to an hour later.

A few hours later you come around, still dazed and able to smell his manly ass scent. "So how was that for a VIP experience?" He asks jokingly while he lays on his side. You feel too shy to answer and just smirk as you are still rock hard. "Ohh you aren't fully satisfied yet? Get your head right here." Wonho exclaims as he opens he thighs and points between his legs. You take the hint and slot your head between the tree trunk like thighs and immediately feel like cumming again. As he starts to tighten his legs to crush your head you shoot another load but he doesn't give up. "C'mon I'm not even applying pressure yet!" He laughs, slowly revealing his kinky side. You struggle to breathe and your head turns red from pressure before his thighs move to your neck. A sudden boom is heard and immediately the smell hits you wven from behind. "No...no..noo!" You moan as the combined sound and smell of his fart with his thighs choking you caused another cumshot to explode from you. "I'm going to see just how many times you bust before drying up!" The dom laughed as he guinuenly found your lack of self control funny.

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facesittingnightmares · 1 month ago

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Wonho's fart purifier:

"C'mon, try to keep up! You know I don't want to stink the room out. It's your job as my little personal sniffer to take in all my farts so I don't gas the place out. So as I go around making sure the floor is perfect, I want to feel that cute little nose of yourself pressed into my shorts, okay? That's for every single time I lean over, but I'm sure my tough little sniffer can handle it!" Wonho laughed as he bent over again, smirking as he heard you shuffle on your knees to plant your nose in the covered crack. The sheer like fabric of his shorts enveloped your nose as you dig in a little between the momentous cheeks. "Ahh... big inhale boy!" The giant moans as he stomach rumbles and a mega fart roars onto your nose. You struggle for a few minutes as you close your eyes and try to survive his stench. His whistle catches you off guard, and you open your eyes to see him a few feet away, bent over again, inspecting the floor with audible rumbles coming from his mid section.

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facesittingnightmares · 1 month ago

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Whole week of free texting roleplay with complete!! Loved getting to chat to so many new people, and offer a look at how paid roleplay could go down. Scott and Theo claimed the majority of you!!

Maybe I will something similar again when I have time, but until then you can request paid roleplay sessions via dm :)

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facesittingnightmares · 1 month ago

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Changbin The Champion : Groundzero

Post includes: Facesitting, facefarting, suffocation, slight rimming, fart torture.

It was practically a ritual at this point for every performance. The boys had to find a way to touch Changbins bubble butt by the end otherwise there would be a stinking encore later that night. Luckily every member managed to pull it off tonight, Felix barely getting safe, but Changbin was adamant and hungry for a fart cushion to relieve his gut. That's where you came in. A low level photographer who attended the live show as press. Why you? Changbin noticed your lack of interest and how you spent most of the time on your phone. Had you known of his gassy desires you would never have accepted, but when he offered an exclusive interview in his hotel room, you couldn't say no although you found it weird that he asked for your I.D before hand.

The two of you walk into his room, a smaller box type room where there was a few feet at the entrance before getting to where the larger than usual bed was located with a few bed stands at either side. You entered first and went to set your bag down at the foot of the bed as Changbin quietly locked the door before whipping out his roll of thick tape. "You know dude, you really should've done your jab at the show. Now imma give you a gassy lesson on how to do a job!" You looked around to see Changbins wide muscular frame slowly come from the dark entryway into the lit up room, tape in hand to muffle you.

"Come on, man... please... im sorry I didn't do my job, but I don't deserve thi..." He tapes over your mouth to stop your crying before picking you up with ease. After a few weeks of no fart cushions, Changbin could finally let loose on someone. He was at least twice your size with purely muscle, so you stood no chance. He spun you around, finding the ideal position. Finally, he stopped moving you, your face now aligned with his bubble butt as you hung upside down, legs over his shoulders. You worry as he steps up on the neatly presented bed and crinkles the clean white sheets. You try to yell but are stopped by the thick tape. "Okay...im pretty sure the bed is sturdy enough, so I hope for both put sakes it doesn't break!" He giggles in a high pitch voice as you stare down at the double bed and then back up at his ass, wondering what he was going to do. "3...2...1..." His countdown ends in a sudden drop, as if his knees simply give way. His knee caps meet the matress, and his shins lay flat. For you, it's almost like slow motion, your head staying level with his enourmous ass while he falls. When his shins and knees hit the matress, your head stops just above the bed and you could swear his bubbly cheeks jiggle, but you didn't have time to think as his fall wasn't finished. His thighs went from a straight-up position to folding backwards into his flat shins, bringing his glutes down onto the matress in between his feet. Your head was crushed. It was like a human form of a car crusher, with your head as the car. His entire muscular form swallowed the upper half of your body as his crash came to an end. While you experienced a whole journey of fear, he experienced a few seconds of fun, resulting in a new cushion being locked into place.

"Ohh...that pushed a big boomer out, how's it smell?" His fart erupts from his white Jean clad ass to signal the beginning of a gassy night, the scent of a bodybuilders gas making you tear up already. His weight crushed your nose. Unable to tell whether it was deep in his covered crack, or simply being destroyed by his cheeks, you tried to inhale. The lingering fart enters your nostrils in an instant, having nowhere else to escape to in the clamped facesit pin set up. You gagged, or at best, tried to gag as you had little room to even groan. To your surprise, he raises up a few minutes later. To unveil your squinting eyes and squashed face.

"Okay do here's the deal, I sit down, I fart, and you sniff. Early in my career I got large bills in from hotel staff as they needed to double and sometimes even triple wash bedding and carpets after my stays. I started getting personal fart cushions from then on as a way to absorb my potent brew of pure protein air." He closes his eyes, pushing another fart onto your face. At first you sniff, changing, looking down like a staring contest to see if you'd break. Eventually, you did. "Ha knew it! Okay, so now I tickle you!" His high-pitched laugh taunts you as he flicks his wrist to tickle your feet that stayed over his shoulders. Gradually, it became too much, and you started sniffing again, despite the feeling of your lungs turning black from toxic air. "Good sniffer! See, you already understand, and you can't even speak. Now imma sit back down again, and if I get a single whiff of farts, it tickle time until you pass out from struggling on a tickle fart combo!" Hia weight lowers again, and your legs strain from being pulled over his shoulder.

The first few minutes were easy, like Changbin was easing you in to a deadly hell. Already struggling to breathe due to his thick denim trousers, you were no where near prepared enough to handle his first fart. It's booming sound and vibration made it clear that when he lowered, he lined up your face to place your nose on his crack. The thick denim didn't save you even a bit. The protein gas plowed through any fabric in its way to reach your nostrils like a barging bull.

Desperate for any air, you muster the currage to inhale. Your feeble attempt ended in seconds as your lungs rejected the air of evil origin. The unbreathable gas bubbled out of power, squeaking as the fart came to an end. "Really? I'm smelling myself man and you're not doing your job!" His fingertips trailed from your tippy toes to the center of your sock covered feet. Just as you thought you were given mercy, he rapidly rubs your sensitive soles. Worse, he pushed out a bubbly fart again. "C'mon, I love training the guys in the gym, so it's gonna be fun training you to sniff!" His laughs sound like a child laughing at a hilarious cartoon. Your nostrils flair with inhales rapidly against your will, his tickling forcing a reaction from your body as his gas broke down your respiratory walls in tune with his tickles breaking you mental resistance.

A few minutes pass and his tickling stops. "Good boy, you're learning, not a hint of my gas left!" He follows the statement up with a fart before gripping your heels. Out of fear of tickle farts, you sniff deeper than ever. His gas was unholy, demonic, and a power you couldn't handle, but right now, it moved from his anus to your nostrils. "See?? You sniff now! Proof I'm a good trainer. Don't stop though, imma pump protein farts for a bit!" His sentence is barely audible as his gas erupts violently to shake your face. You inhaled like it was oxygen, ignoring your lungs feeling like they needed life support. If you had fillings in your teeth, you're sure his rumbling gas would have loosened them, but your nose stayed firmly in place until the stinky earthquake adjacent rumbles stopped.

"You alive man?" "Hey can you hear me?" "I'll tickle you again!" You hear a voice say in a dream like fashion as you were blinded by a flashing light. You couldn't speak. why not? You panicked as your vision slowly focused to stare up at the ceiling before Changbin hovered over and drew focus with his flashing Samsung phone torch.

"Thank god you are alive! I fell asleep on your face by accident. I guess you are just very comfy. Anyways, let's continue. After all, I need to keep my gas from messing up the room until morning!" He stands back up on the bed, and you tilt your head to look at the bedside clock. Your eyes widen as you see it's 2am. The feeling of something dropping readjusts your attention. His bright white jeans lay on your legs now. You look back up and discover a sight that would make many men bust a load instantly.

Changbin stood in a pair of jet black underwear that looked so tight that it was like his own skin. His thighs looked like they wanted to burst free, and his bubble butt was no different. It perfectly aligned with the ceiling light to make an almost eclipse like effect, two large black moons slightly outlined by light. Almost like real-life photoshop, his ass looking pasted on as it protruded out like a famous butt lift. "Gotta strip a layer as it's getting hot! Hope you don't mind!" He squates back down slowly this time and gets into a similar position as earlier. His descent shows his faded boxers at his crack, a hole almost burned through due to powerful farts alone.

"Same deal man...don't sniff fart, I'll train you to sniff fart!" Your world goes black as his glutes envelope your insignificant facial features. His toxic bleached crack covering smothered your nose and immediately terrified you. The jean denim filtered protein farts were nothing in comparison to just the embedded stench of his boxers. Your legs kick, your mind rejecting the situation despite previously pushing through farts. "Keep making noise, and I'll have to stop you!" His now darker demeanor, unhappy with you potentially alerting neighboring rooms is accompanied with a fart to rival the worst stenches of a locker room full of middle-aged gym bros. The stench multiplied as his gas wormed through you. Your legs sped up, and your arms joined, desperate for freedom as his fart seemed to boil you slowly from the inside out. "I'm sensing some gas, and that's brutally powerful!" You feel your legs unable to move any longer. Changbin had reached back and pulled them over his shoulders again.

Tickling ensued as he forced you to once again involuntarily inhale his gas. This time was different. He didn't seem to stop. His tickling almost makes your feet go numb as he combines constant tickling with long airy farts for almost half an hour. Until you're unable to move. Eventually he lets go, and your legs fall backward, landing with a bang to match the fart he just released. He felt the willing inhale through his soaked boxers and laughed. "Good man, not a breath of my gas in this room now!"

Not too long after his praise, and a few dozen farts later, you find yourself drifting off again, this time fully aware. You would scream for help, but the tape is still firmly on your face. Trying to alert him, you begin tapping his sides, then his back. His response? A loud snore signaling that he had fallen asleep again. Gathering courage, you decide to try to lift him. You slide your hands between his ass cheeks and your face, barely managing to cup his bubble butt without dislocating a few fingers. Now you started to push. Your grip disappears as his ass has the physics of play dough, dense enough to hold form, doughy enough to reshape. Your hands sink, and instead of pushing up, you end up spreading his cheeks and sinking your nose deeper. The heat began to radiate, like you were approaching the center of an active volcano. A sleep fart slips out, and immediately, you sniff it. It was slightly worse than before, but you still did as trained, a fact that made your stomach turn.

A few minutes later, you try to lift again with your widened grip. You make slow progress, taking multiple attempts to maximize your ability to hold his bubble butt long enough. Finally, you felt a slight breeze enter around your face and a slither of light as the weight lifted an inch. His weight slowly crept up on your progress, and a dense muscular body like his easily crushed your strength. What could you do? You decide to shift him to the side, resting him on the bed.

As you try to grip him enough to move, a loud rumble comes from his stomach. His fart comes out with a bassy boom like a drum. You can't help but hold your breathe now that you are close to freedom. You close your eyes too, but as the blast reaches a squeaky pitch at the thirty second mark you can't help but look up. Squinting your eyes, you stare at the bleached white spot again, strained from constant farts.

Your heart drops to your stomach, and then to the floor if that was possible. You watched as the combined forces of your spreading grip pulling the fabric, and his relentless protein gas began to destroy his boxers. The white bleached fabric slowly came apart, each thread snapping and dying as his fart ripped through the spread fabric. The end of the fart slipped through the newly formed hole as his sweaty crack glistened through. The now fully free fart was another level above the underwear farts. Your stomach turned, your nostrils burned, and your lungs craved an oxygen tank. A single second was enough to make you lose focus and let go; and so his massive ass fell down again, your nose now slotted into a self-made fart hole.

The drop awakens the sleeping giant who feels your nose lodge halfway in his crack. "Aww man, I smell all my protein farts. You really need to learn! Oh...and...your ripped my boxers! Double trouble now man!" His words caused fear and anxiety as you already couldn't take anymore, but now he had no filter due to your pathetic attempt at freedom. You hear an odd sound, like paper ripping. Then you feel him use his ass and legs to pull your body further up the bed. Finally, you feel your hair touch the pillows. What happens next will never leave your memory. He grabs one of your hands and places it next to a bed post, then uses the tape from earlier to quickly layer it 5 times. He does the same to your other hand as you try to pull your already tied hand from its tape restraint. With both hands taped, he waits a minute to brew a deadly fart. It shocks you and imobalises your body. It didn't matter that it evaporated any sense of smell. Your body craved air and went into autopilot to slowly stutter inhales of his second-hand air. He took the opportunity to get up and walk around to tie your legs to the bottom posts. "Don't worry, imma be gentle! Some unfiltered farts will be fun. Last boy I had take some was a real blast. Hotel staff found him passed out in my shower with an inhaler. He giggles again as you sniff the air, desperate for any trace of oxygen. You strain your eyes to get a glimpse of him, ass cheeks slightly wobbling as he walks around, light reflecting off the fatty domes.

Now with all limbs tied and no way out Changbin stood up on the bed again now on the pillows for elevation. "Last time imma try training. You need air, you say please!" And sniff all my gas other wise I'll be forced to fall asleep on you again!" He crashes down. Forcing your nose back into the rip of his underwear and deep into his lubricated sweaty crack. He reaches down and lifts slightly to remove your mouth tape. For the first time in almost 5 hours, you can talk but are speechless at the events that unfolded.

"Help....help....in here!!" You scream as you panic, wasting vital oxygen on useless words. Your head begins to pound and your chest gets heavy. You needed air but had to ask for it from your gassy dom. "P....please can I have air!" Changbin chuckles before farting. You sniff deeply, gagging as the thick pungent fart coats your air pipes. "Good boy!" Changbin laughs as he bounces a little. "Air, please?" Another fart followed, wetter than the last. Five minutes later, you asked again, "Air...air...please!" His stomach groaned and let out an airy boom that provided little air. "Pleas...more!" Less than 30 seconds after his fart you needed another. Changbin, however, was happy to provide as you sniffed them all up. This continued for about an hour until you were a weakened mess. Your face was flattened, sense of smell long gone, and had to ask for air more than once per minute.

"Ahh okay! New system until morning. You need air, keep your lips locked with my hole!" You check the time before he lowers again. 5am? You were here all night and still had at least 3 hours to go. You stare back up and immediately decide to pucker up. It works, and your lips meet his ass in the widened rip of his underwear. The weight and size of his glutes forced your puckering lips to squeeze inwards until there was only a tiny entrance poking right up in line with his hole. There is no time to fear the potential danger. He farts immediately as he feels the puckering lips in his cavern. No longer needing to smell his intoxicating brew of raw power, now you ingested it. "Ohh, you don't like the taste?" He laughs with your withering body under him struggling to swallow the fart. You felt your stomach bloat and turn at the same time, his gas feeling equivalent to a thick protein shake filling you. With the fart slowly coming to a stop, you start inhaling through your nose, no longer battered by hurricane like winds. A few minutes pass, Changbin constantly watching you try to slither your wrists from the tape restraints. No longer puckering your lips, the first taste being enough for you, your life begins to fade.

"What?? Stop...stop!" You scream into the bubbly jail as you were just saved from blacking out. Changbin began to gyrate his hips smoothly, making your head swivel slightly on your neck. Known to be a good twerker, he begins to ride your face and slowly nudge your lips together every so often. "I'm saving you from death man!! You have to kiss my butt remember otherwise no air!" You'd appreciate the sentiment if it wasn't for his pungent gas rolling through your mouth against your will. His rampage of twerking seems to last for an unmeasurable amount of the night, him putting his smooth hips to work, making you kiss his ass and eat his gas. Eventually, he rises.

"Look I'm getting tired so you need to keep me awake man! This doesn't happen often, but when it does it never ends well. I've earned the nickname chernobyl in the past for a funny reason. While I sleep on gym days, after such a large amount of work and protein, I no longer have control. The monster is unleashed, and the floodgates crumble. I turn rooms into hot zones of uninhabitle levels of farts. If you don't wanna be another victim, get to work!" No longer giggling, his tone sets fear into you. He wasn't being simply dominant and dark. He was seemingly afraid of his own power too. A quick look over to the clock showed it was only 6am. You needed to keep the giant awake for about 2 hours, and you'd survive.

Changbin stands up and reaches for the rip in his black boxers. Without looking back and around to you, audible tears can be heard as he pulls his underwear apart. His bubble butt springs out with visable recoil, now free from the cage of his clothing. Throwing the lifeless and defeated boxers to the corner of the room, bouncing off the TV to land in the wash basket, he reaches back around to his cheeks and pulls them apart. You stare up, not blinking as the ass begins to lower. Your staring contest turns horrific as you see the bright pink hairless hole start to come into view, tight and full of life ending gas, twitching a little. At the last moment, you snap from the stare of horror, and remember you need to keep him awake. Desperate to avoid the 'chernobyl' event you take a drastic action.

"Ugh...man...too good!" The man moans as he lets his ass go so his bubbles of muscle can consume your head. His moans came from your tongue, entering his tight gripping hole, drenched with sweat, yet tight like a claustrophobic hug around your tongue. When his weight settles, the fear sets in. You wriggle your tongue around inside him, or at least try to. The flaws in your plan showed themselves as you realised the tightness of his hole meant no tongue movement was really possible. To him, it was relaxing. He was drifting away as you gave him a perfect French kiss from below. Your panic arises, and the survival instinct kicks in like never before.

You start sniffing aggressively, making the most of the small gap your nose had. Then you began pulling your arms back, slowly ripping at the tape, breaking the layers down to free your hands. You needed them. You needed to touch him to keep him awake and save your face from a nuclear Armageddon. You hear the snoring begin, but no farts yet. The imminent danger pushed you further, finally getting your left hand free. Immediately you reach over to free your other hand. His gut starts rumbling, sounding more stormy than ever before. Scraping desperately, you free your right hand. Adrenalin pumping rapidly, you feel like you can move the world, but would soon be proven wrong. With the option to get out completely within reach, you decided to move him off of you as the rumbling gets louder.

Learning from before, you decide to grip wide, reaching for the outer portion of his cheeks before lifting. It works. Your hands sink slightly before hitting the beefy muscle of his glutes. At first, his ass spreads, giving enough room to remove your tongue from its sweaty gas prison. Now you lifted upwards. Slowly bit surely, the cool breeze brought some life back to you as everything but your forehead was out of his ass. You were almost free, but his farts finally arrived. With his ass now hovering above, a wet fart wormed out from his rumbling gut and erupted in a mushroom cloud fashion, even blowing sweat from your face. Immediately, you gag, cry, and are weakened. Your arms give way, and you drop his ass on your face again, now lodging the tip of your nose, just scraping his hole to where your nostrils pointed towards it. Finally his true weight, no longer restrained from his active posture, showed itself. His cheeks felt like two weighted exercise balls in the gym, easily 50kg each.

A second blast roars onto your nose worse than the first and your grip loosens. His cheeks crawl slowly back into position as you try to at least free your hands to attempt to remove him. Your hands are crushed gradually as you try to slide them from under his ass and through his curled up legs. In the end, it's pointless, his meaty tree trunk thighs too tight. Now you were holding his ass spread, easily sinking further onto you.

A third fart exits his vile factory of protein bombs. It's an airy sonic boom that almost winds you. Gradually, you learn to accept your fate. You inhale the gas like earlier and begin to disect its contents, unable to do anything else but wait out your destruction. It was like rotten meat, spoiled milk, rotten eggs, and death rolled into one blast of air. Another short and wet one comes, and you do the same. This one had stronger hints of fiber farts, deep and warming to smell.

Your breathing slowed, but his ass sped up. The gassy protein monster was now pushing out around 30 seconds of gas every minute, some long, some short. With your nose now long destroyed from farts you couldn't even begin to disect the evil air. Instead, only the vibrations of his bubbly farts kept you from fading. Most farts were now wet and saturated in stench and heat, spewing some ass sweat onto your face and nose as the build-up had no where else to go.

You can barely make out sounds any more, only those from the gas giant but think you can hear his phone on the nightstand vibrate. Despite this, his unrelenting bombardment, now only a few seconds between each fart, meant you couldn't focus on the noise of the phone. The pounding farts grow in power. Consistently being large echoing and and face shaking air bombs of protein residue. It doesn't take long for his hole to finally arrive around your nose and blast you into a coma like state, leaving you unable to cushion the gas from contaminating the room.

Changbin awakens in a hot haze, struggling to breathe as he came to in his hotel room, now 99% farts. He checks his phone for the time as the bedside clock fell over from your struggles. "9:30??" He couldn't believe he slept in late. The many missed calls and message notifications caught his attention. Almost all from fellow band member hyunjin. "Changbin you there???" "Changbin wake up!" "Wake up changbin!!" "Please man, your gas is seeping through the vent in wall!" As he read through the desperate texts from hyunjin, Changbin couldn't help but laugh as another Chernobyl session was successful. Then comes a knock at the door. The muscular man panics and struggles to get off your comfortable face. Each inch he lifts allows a big waft of contained gas to escape into the room. Finally he stands on the floor and inspects your bright face. The rest of your body was pale, lifeless as he destroyed your soul with gas. The banging continues as he tries to find trousers, eventually picking up his spare boxers, which he also blasted the rear end out of in the gym last week. He stumbles towards the door before shouting out to the visitor.

"Who's there?" Changbin asks calmly. "It's me man... glad to see you are finally awake again. Now open this door, your smell is seeping through the bottom anyway!" Hyunjin replies through the door with a squeaky voice as he holds his nose. Changbin opens the door and pulls hyunjin in quickly as a joke. He slams the door shut and grabs hyunjin for a bear hug. "No...please... Binnie don't do this!" Hyunjin begs, sounding like he is fearing for his life before changbin laughs and let's him go. The weakened man falls to his knees, still huffing on the room full of farts. "Damn...you lit up this guys face all night?" "Sure did...he was so comfortable that he didn't stand a chance in keeping me awake. Chernobyl was inevitable but it was fun knowing he'd try to struggle." Changbin replies as he begins opening the curtains. Hyunjin lets out a laugh as he can see the sweat drenched crack of changbin through his destroyed underwear, eventually throwing jeans over to his friend.

Now ready to leave, Changbin helps Hyunjin off his knees and the two men leave your unconscious body in the hotel room. "Here you are." Hyunjin reaches Changbin the out of order door tag to put on the door handle. Now no one would have to smell the gas only you. Once you eventually came around, maybe in 12-24 hours time, you'd find the room key and checkout details on your body, Changbin having used your name before hand to avoid blame for lingering stench.

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