Before Batman could say anything, Bayne’s ass was suddenly immediately in front of him, poised to smother him. Batman tried to escape, but soon found his arms and legs were restrained. Then, suddenly, Bayne bought his big ass down on Batman’s face, crushing him back.
Bayne chuckled as he slammed his ass down on his counterpart’s face, grinding it in as he got comfortable, and, after a few moments, suddenly let out a rank, meaty, foul smelling FARRRT on Batman’s face. Bayne laughed louder as Batman gagged and choked, tears in his euyes, as he could do nothing but smell Bayne’s rank farts. “Hah! Have you ever smelled your own farts before Batman? If you haven’t, now’s your perfect chance.” He grinned as ripped another rancid fart of Batman’s face. Batman coughed underneath Bayne’s sweaty, flabby ass. Bayne then sniffed the air, enjoying the smell of his own farts, “If you haven’t already figured it out, they’re pretty rank, don’t you think?” He laughed as he let out another fart on Batman’s face.
Bayne continued to crush Batman’s face between his cheeks, smothering him with his fat, blubbery booty and forcing him to inhale his thick, musky farts. He ground him back into the table he was strapped to, enjoying ever second of his counterpart’s smelly suffering. “Now you can see why crime is so low here. To be honest, I don’t know why criminals hate my farts so much. I think they smell pretty great, don’t you?” He inhaled and laughed as Batman continued to gag. “But they sure make for a pretty effective deterrent.” He said as he rubbed his butt again in Batman’s face, with a loud PFFFFRRRRRTTT.
Suddenly, Bayne lifted his ass off Batman’s face. Batman quickly took in deep breaths, hoping this meant the torment was finally over, but unfortunately for him, his fat counterpart brought his ass back down HARD, and released a massive, malodorous, 15 second PFFFRRRRBLRRRFFFFRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT from his hole, directly in Batman’s face. Batman felt like throwing up after inhaling his counterpart’s monster fart. He didn’t think his own farts smelled this bad, did they? And it felt like he was being flattened under the weight of the obese man on top of him. He was actually sobbing as Bayne continued to rip fart after fart in his face, laughing sadistically all the while. “That was a pretty rank one, don’t you think? Don’t worry though, you’re gonna be smelling much worse later. You’ll get to ‘enjoy’ my farts for life, you know?” He said, ripping another putrid fart on him. Batman was certain he was going to at least smell like his counterpart’s flatulence for some time afterwards at least.
He tried to think of some way to escape his suffering, but Fatman had him pinned beneath his huge ass. He was being crushed and suffocated beneath the huge, blubbery butt, which continued spewing the absolute worst gas he had ever smelled in his life. There was no reasoning with the fat, flatulent monster, who was clearly taking joy in his scrawnier counterpart’s suffering. He couldn’t reach his utility belt, and his hands were tied. He’d just have to endure it. He gulped as his eyes continued to water as Bayne continued forcing him to sniff his farts. The torture seemed endless. The table creaked under the fat man’s massive weight, but it was drowned out the repeated sounds of Bayne’s gassy booty, and each fart made his butt jiggle. They were almost deafening. What had he been eating?
Batman tried holding his breath, but Bayne continued to fart without end. Bayne seemed to notice that that Batman’s was trying not to breath them in, smiled deviously, and balled his hand into a fist, bringing it down on Batman’s crotch, making him gasp suddenly in pain, and take in a mouthful of Bayne’s smelly farts. Batman’s coughs, chokes, and sobs were muffled under Fatman’s ass, but Bayne could hear them and smirked at his suffering. He rose his gargantuan butt up and slammed it down again with another big, stinky fart. Batman gasped in pain. There was an audible cracking noise, but he couldn’t tell if that was from him or the table. Bayne continued to grind against him with his stinky, gassy butt, before saying, “I wonder what’s gonna happen first, will I run out of gas, or are you going to lose consciousness from the pain and breathing in my stinky farts?” He chuckled. Batman winced as Bayne kept on ripping loud, pungent farts on his face.
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