A wave of relief washes over you as Cade's powerful ass suddenly releases you from its grasp. "Dude, what the he-" Your eyes open wide as you become paralized with fear as Cade suddenly pulled down his pants to reveal that he is only wearing jock strap, leaving his whole rear end exposed. The smell in the room instantly worsened as there was now nothing filtering the scent of Cade's raw, manly, assmusk from assaulting your nostrils. Without warning, Cade suddenly slamed his massive ass back down onto your defenceless face. "I was working out my glutes before you got here" ("That explained the smell," you thought). "Say, could you tell me if my hard work is paying off?" Cade queries maleficently. Before you could refuse Cade violently clenched his planet-sized ass cheeks, compressing your face in the process. The force he's admitting onto your tiny skull feels akin to that of a vise. "N-need a-a-air, c-can't breath," you manage to stutter out as Cade's ass-vise has prevented you from breathing. "What's that, runt? You say you want air? Well, I've got a special homebrewed kind on tap," Cade sadistically says while patting his gut. He then proceeds to loosen his grip on your face while simultaneously unleashing the most powerful fart you could have imagined. Its deafening ring went on for a mind boggling 20 seconds. It smelled absolutely horrid but it was either breath in Cade's 'homebrewed air' or asphyxiate. Unfortunately for you, your body wouldn't allow for the latter. "Here comes another one, runt" proclaims Cade as another blast exploded out of his asshole and straight into your puny lungs. Being so close to Cade's abhorrent asshole ment that you could, quite literally, taste his potent emissions. You gagged like you've never gagged before as Cade fired another blast while you mouth was open. The taste was somehow worse than the smell, it tasted like someone had mixed rotten eggs into a glass of sour milk and then proceeded to leave the concoction out in the sun. "Are my protein powder-fueld farts too much you to handle?", says Cade mockingly, "Pathetic." And with that a cacophonous sound akin to bending Iron can be heard from beneath Cade's rock-hard abs. You begin to mentally prepare yourself for what very well might be your last moments on earth. "Best ready yourself for this one, runt....gerrrraah!" Cade shouts as your world slowly turns black. Your last seconds before darkness where as chaotic as ever. It was first the rumbling of the explosive blast that reached you first. With Cade's humongous planet-sized cheeks acting as amplifiers, your cranium was shaken so violently that you suffered a minor concussion. Next was the sound, so deafeningly powerful that you could fell it in your chest and hear the ringing in your ears. It sounded as if you where standing right next to a motorboat's engine while it was being gunned. Last was smell, which came out so violently that it forced it's way down your throat and into your tiny lung, ballooning them to capacity. The smell itself could only be described as coming from a football team of skunks thaf have just finished practice, gone straight to a chili eating contest without having showered, before simultaneously passing gas while confined to a small, hot room. All of these factors combined to equal a pummeling that your body couldn'thandle, as you had just found out.
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