You grumble, fanning the smell of Bianca's butt blast away as the perpetrator rushes for the bathroom. Knowing her, it'd be in use for quite some time. You look at your still frozen computer, and sigh.
Maybe try hitting every button on the keyboard, that'll definitely help
You ignore the incredibly unhelpful voice in your head, and get up from your chair. You needed a smoke. And to breathe air that wasn't tainted by someone's ass. You give the computer one final smack, not to try and fix it, but more for the catharsis. It doesn't help.
~~~
Making to the elevator, you push the button for the ground floor, and wait. And wait. And wait. The elevator was notoriously slow, and seemed to get even slower the more you thought about how slow it was. After 40 years - 3 minutes - of waiting, the door finally dings open, and you step in. Thank god it was empty, you didn't have the patience to deal with anyone else today. Right before the doors close, however, a high heel gets in the way.
It was one of your co-workers, Amanda, and she wasn't alone. One by one, five women streamed into the elevator, not even noticing you were in there. As they all squeezed in, you ended up squashed between a whole bunch of butts, each of which had it's own unique fabric rubbing against you.
The redhead, Sasha, was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, which struggled to contain her bubble butt. Her rear scratched against your face as she bounced it up and down while shuffling in.
Nikki was wearing a pair of yoga pants, which were actually an appropriate size for her. Of course, being yoga pants, they clung to her ass as if they were painted on, allowing you to see the outline of her panties. Her bubblegum coloured hair reached all the way down her back, and brushed against your face as she moved further backwards into the cramped elevator.
Your next unwitting jailor was Tracey. She was wearing grey sweatpants and a baggy black t-shirt, showing her flagrant disregard for any semblance of professional workplace attire. Her dyed black hair was cut short, framing her face. You could see streaks of green running through it, she must have added those in over the weekend. Like the other girls, she too had quite the ass on her, and also like the others it was parked right in your face.
A skirt-clad ass rubbed up against you, belonging to the new girl on the floor, Kate. She was the most professionally dressed among the girls by far, with her long brown hair pulled into a ponytail, and was noticeably shier and more quiet compared to the rest of the women on the floor. Despite her mousy demeanour, she too had some pretty decent curves on her, but was clearly not inclined to show them off as much as her coworkers.
Speaking of showing off, you looked to your left and saw Amanda. She was wearing...nothing?! No, wait. You looked slightly higher, and saw a skirt that was even shorter than Bianca's. Calling it a micro-skirt was being generous. The blonde bombshell was one of the most popular in the office, especially among those who liked women. Her incredible curves were the talk of the water cooler, and her ditzy nature meant that her was often showing them off without realising, like right now.
Of course, in a normal workplace, most of the girls would have been sent home to change with outfits like theirs, but this wasn't a normal workplace. For one, you were the only guy on the floor, so the women really didn't care too much about the male gaze at work, and dressed however they wanted. And two, your boss was generally pretty apathetic to everything in the office, as long as the work got done.
~~~
You felt your face heating up with embarrassment as the five asses shuffled and bounced against your face. Did they really not notice you? You tried your best to ignore the admittedly pleasurable sensation, as the elevator slowly descended. Suddenly, you heard a rumble from Tracey's rear. Was she hungry?
Pffffffrt
Without a second thought, she released a blast of gas, right against you. "Sorry." She apologised to the other girls, with her characteristically deadpan expression.
Another rumble, this time from the butt of the oblivious blonde.
Pssssssss
An absolutely foul SBD leaked out of her bodacious butt, and she giggled. "Whoopsie, that one snuck up on me!"
You're startled as you feel a tap on your head. You look up, and lock eyes with Sasha, who winks at you playfully. What was she planning? You hear a muffled laugh, and turn to see that Nikki has also noticed you, shooting you a teasing smirk as she catches you staring. Why weren't either of them saying anything?
"Well, if you're both going to fog up the air in here with your fat butts, I might as well join you." Nikki laughs, as she shuffles her butt closer to your face.
"W-" You try and speak up, but she quickly cuts you off by moving back more, burying your face in her plush rump. You could smell a musk, like the scent of past gas baked into her yoga pants. And you were about to get a much clearer smell of it.
BRRRFFFFFFT
A deafening blast escapes the bottom of the cheeky woman atop your face, and she lets out an exaggerated sigh, knowing you could hear her. "Oooh, that felt so good..." She breathes, wiggling her butt against your face just to drive the point home.
Suddenly...
Mechanical Difficulties:
Just when you think it couldn't get any worse, the elevator grinds to a halt, the weight of the big butted beauties just too much for it. You were going to be stuck here for a long while, and judging by the chorus of rumbles, the ladies weren't done with their (mostly oblivious onslaught.
Freedom:
The elevator doors opening, unleashing a cloud of farts onto the ground floor, but also allowing you to finally escape the prison of posteriors that you were inadvertently trapped in. The only question is does Sasha and Nikki let you go that easily?
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