Carly, comfortable with her new position, decided to browse the Web on her laptop, hearing about how her friends in California were in cheese dresses and snuck home naked in garbage cans. Typical Hollywood. All the while she would let small SBD's slip onto the back of Freddie's head, tickling his scalp with their vapors.
Sam on the other hand was much more eager to continue Freddie's suffering, and with his face squished cheek-to-cheek with her as, thanks to Carly, he was catching her gas at full blast.
'PHPHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHH'
Sam scrunched her face up before letting it fall in satisfaction; the relief of letting herself unwind was therapeutic. She felt a nestling in her asscrack as Freddie reacted to her latest present to him and desperately tried to wiggle free from his prison. However, because of the weight on the back of his head he only slid deeper into Sam's hungry butt. With a smirk, Sam turned her head to look back at him.
There he was, wedged so far up between her and Carly's asses that it was as if his body sprouted two teenage girls branching off a neck. It was utter perfection, the power she had over him and the amazingly endless torrents of gas she had to deliver.
"Oh Freddie," Sam mockingly cooed, "If you wanted more of my heavenly aroma, all you had to do was ask! Although, I do appreciate your warming up to my smelly little booty. It just looooves the way you rub up against it."
Freddie's eyes widened with fear at the realization of Sam's words, and to his ever growing terror, discovered that his position was so tight he could not even bring his eyelids back down. As the fumes wafted into his eyes, and another small breath of air made its way across the back of his head from above, Freddie desperately started repeating a mantra over and over in his head: I'm their friend, they'll let me go eventually, I'm they're friend, they'll let me go eventually...
Sam felt a new storm brewing in her stomach, and let it build up pressure as she continued.
"Oh Freddieeeee," she drawled, "Mama has a little present for your good behavior..."
'BRRAPAPPTFFFAPPPPTPPPTPTPTTTTTTTHTHSHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS'
If he didn't think he was already in hell, Freddie would have sworn that the potency of Sam's 'present' could kill someone from 30 feet away,yet amazingly he kept consciousness while literally staring the source in the eye. The fumes made his eyes feel as if they were shrivelling, and his lungs might as well have shrivelled up and fallen off from the amount of smog accumulating in them. The hot torrents of gas brushed across his face delicately,as if a tender lover lay across from him on a warm summer night. But this was no fantasy. It was a waking nightmare that had only just begun.
From outside of the dark, humid crevice, Carly spoke up.
"Sam, this is getting a little boring. I'm starting to run out of gas anyway; maybe we should let Freddie out and get something to eat or something? I mean," She lowered her voice and let loose a squeaky fart, careful not to let Freddie hear her, "this is so much fun! But we should probably let him have a break or else we might kill him or make him a veggie or something. Torturing him or not, he's still our friend. Can't have him dying on us."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Sam said, letting loose a chainsaw fart, as casual for her as blinking. "Hey, I have an idea. I say, we get out of this position for the time being, go refuel, and let little Fredward take a breather. I'll even let you have first swing at him when we get back. But just to make sure our little butt boy doesn't do anything crazy like run away from the opportunity of a life time, I can get Wendy over here in a flash to keep guard. Y'know, a little discipline, slap him up a bit to keep him broken in fr when we get back. She seems to like this sort of stuff anyway, who do you think helped me Freddie's locker with all their gym shorts?" Sam chuckled, remembering the occasion.
It was as if an entire parade of fart-crazy people had marched down the hallway when Freddie opened his locker to Wendy and Sam's gym shorts raining down on him. Wendy would make the perfect fill in. For what Carly lacked in power and Sam lacked in potency, Wendy had it all. Her soft, cushiony apple bottom was like a slab of memory foam, and if it wasn't containing a wave of toxic air with Freddie's name on it, he could be out like a light and sleep for hours on that thing.
It was no secret to Sam that Wendy had a little thing for Freddie either, and just the idea of hinting to Wendy that Freddie thought the whole thing was fun made Sam unable to contain her excitement, letting loose a barrage of farts onto Freddie's tortured sinuses.
"Alright then, it's settled," said Carly, jumping down off of Freddie's head. Grabbing him by the hair, she yanked him out of Sam's dirty crevice with the force of a suction cup being ripped off of its surface. All the fumes that had accumulated in there had been wedged in by Freddie's face, and now hung in the room.
"Oh, gross!" Carly cried out, dropping the semi-conscious Freddie onto the bed to hold her nose in disgust. "We really know how to clear a room, huh?"
"Yeah, Carls, that's a good life lesson to you right there." Sam said. She turned to Freddie and before he could even begin to protest, a healthy amount of duct tape was slapped onto his mouth.
"Okay Freddison, me and Carls are going down to the Groovie Smoothie to pump ourselves up for your gassy pleasure later on tonight. Now, we don't want you to worry; while we're gone we're having Wendy come over to keep you company. I'm sure she'll be delighted when she hears how eager you are to smell her farts! "Oh, Wendy, he just went on and on about how he wants his nose so far up your crack that the only thing he can breathe is your gas! He just loves your butt so much he wants his life to be spent in between your cheeks and never let any of it out!'"
By this time Freddie was quaking with fear, sweat visibly rolling down the creases embedded in his face from Sam's shorts. He would open his mouth to scream but the duct tape kept his teeth chattering. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"That must be her. We'll just leave you with this until we get back." Sam said, jumping ass first on the bed onto Freddie's face and farting, PHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHPRT!
As she got up, Carly quickly took her place.
"A little kiss for the road!" she squeaked, letting out a tiny but deadly psssssssssssssssSSSSSST.
They made their way downstairs as Freddie swam in their scents, unable to move or cry out for an end to his misery.
Sam opened the door to Wendy and was delighted to see she was wearing a pair of lime green sweat shorts over a pair of black leggings. Her already large butt looked to be almost as large as a head in this outfit, and Sam could only imagine how well Freddie's face would wedge up in her cushiony ass. Like a key fitting into a lock.
"Sup Wendy, Freddie's upstairs in Carly's room. He seemed pretty excited to see you, something about being in love with your gas and never wanting to leave your cheeks, or something like that. Kid's dramatic. He obviously has a thing for you." Sam said.
"Oh wow, seriously?" The perky redhead's eyes lit up. "I've had something nasty brewing in me all day! Though I hope he doesn't mind that I'm a bit sweaty from biking over here." She said, her butt jiggling slightly from the excitement.
"Oh not at all," Carly waved her hand, "He'd been complaining to Sam that she was too clean for him; he needs something intense. He's got some sort of funny roleplaying going on, the more he squirms and shakes his head the more you just have to wedge his nose in and let some loose. There's some duct tape up there if you want to get a little wild and make sure his face doesn't slip out at all. Cheek to cheek is a must for him."
"Alright, sounds awesome! Thanks you guys so much, I'm so glad he feels this way!" Wendy said, bursting with joy. Sam and Carly smiled warmly at her and then one another, before leaving.
Wendy began to make her way upstairs. "Oh Freddieeeeeee..." she called out, "my adorable little butt boy, they told me how much you love my farts, and I want you to know that as long as your face is as far into my crack as it can go, all my smelly little farts are made with love, just for you!"
Freddie frantically tried getting up but soon found himself on the floor, forgetting he was tied up. He rolled to the doorway and was met with Wendy's putrid foot in his face. She quickly bent down, face to face with him.
"Oh Freddie," she said, her voice cracking a bit and tears forming in her eyes, "you weren't trying to get away, were you? I was sure you'd love my gas, I even had chili today!"
Freddie's eyes softened, genuinely feeling bad for the girl in front of him.
"Unless.." she said, starting to swivel around, a playful smirk emerging on her face, "you're just playing hard to get..."
Her ass was now above Freddie's face, practically drooping onto him as the sour smell of asscrack and sweat filled his lungs, the heat radiating off onto his face.
"How about this, give my booty a little kiss and I'll know for sure how much you're in love with it. But if you still want to play hard to get, well, I'm suuuure I won't mind.."
She purred the last part, wiggling her hips a bit and wiping her ass on Freddie's face, back and forth. He was in quite a predicament; does he pretend to submit to keep Wendy happy and become her seat, or does he risk escaping and getting caught, bringing out whatever terrifying "kinky" gas play she has in mind for him?
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