Lolite

The tape covering your mouth prevented you from shouting. You could hardly move. You tried so hard to get her attention, but Lolite didn't see you. Humming to herself, she stepped into her new panties and went to pull them up. Misty had sewn you into the seat of them as a cruel punishment for breaking her protein shake blender. How Misty had shrunken you was the last thing on your mind now. You had to escape. Your tense and hurried fingers managed to pull a thread free. Before she'd left you there, it'd been Misty's pleasure to describe how Lolite liked to break in a new pair of panties. It was a rite of passage for each new pair to have to survive a brutal gassing to prove they were sturdy enough for daily use. The last time she'd bought a new pair, by that evening her gas had already discolored the ceiling, and her panties had been reduced to threads. Misty couldn't stand being at the house when she did it, so once Misty had made sure you weren't getting away, she'd made herself scarce in a hurry. Lolite started sliding them up her legs. You tugged hard against the thread, which seemed to be getting closer to pulling loose. Your movement was so restricted. You looked up and saw her ass coming towards you and her purple tail waving in the air. You tried going taster--the thread was so close. Well then," Lolite said plainly. She was completely unaware of you. "Let's see how they hold up." She tugged them up nice and snug between her ass cheeks. They went in deep. They felt good and fresh and tight. She walked to the mirror and gazed at herself, shifting her hips from side to side. She looked at her butt. "They're so cute," she thought, "and they feel nice enough. Maybe a little tight." You were squished between her hot ass cheeks. Everything was dark, and it was crushing you on all sides except for the front, where you had some space to breathe. But you instantly wished that weren't true. Warm stench entered your nostrils and shocked you through to the back of your head. You snorted and choked. pepbbbrrtt!! It blew back your hair and made everything vile. You had to breathe, so you sniffed and you squirmed like a dying bug. "Ahh," she sighed, tossing her hair. "Hrmm." She shook her bottom, feeling the waistband pull her panties deeper into her crack. "Definitely too tight." prrt, prett, presstt As her asshole opened up, she could almost feel it touching the seat of her panties. "No, these probably won't work," she thought. "The fabric's too close to my asshole to survive a silent fart. It's still worth a try, though..." Your mind was painted the color of her farts. You were soaked in sweat and pure, pungent gas, your body baking. Her stench was intimate-it was in your mouth and nostrils and eyes. You were unable to get away from it.