Elias thought it couldn’t get any worse. He was wrong. The night stretched on, and Torvald’s massive body seemed to grow heavier, sinking deeper into the furs and crushing Elias beneath the unrelenting weight of his ass. The heat intensified, a stifling, humid inferno that made every breath a struggle. The coarse hair around Torvald’s pucker scraped harder against Elias’s face, and the slick, musky residue from the endless farts coated his skin, leaving him feeling like he’d been submerged in a swamp.
Another deep gurgle rumbled through Torvald’s gut, louder and more ominous than before. Elias’s heart sank. “No, no, no,” he whimpered, his voice muffled against the pulsing heat of Torvald’s hole. The fart came with a vengeance—a long, wet brrrraaap that blasted Elias’s face with a scalding, rancid wave. The stench was unbearable, thicker and more acrid than before, like spoiled meat and sulfur mixed into a choking cloud. Torvald’s pucker spasmed, opening wide with the release before clamping shut, the slick rim smearing against Elias’s lips and nose with a sickening intimacy.
Before he could recover, another fart followed—pfffrrrt—this one sharper, wetter, the moisture clinging to his skin and dripping down his chin. The hole quivered, each blast forcing it to wink open and closed, trapping Elias in a cycle of humid, stinking torment. The farts came faster now, a relentless barrage—brrrp, fwoomp, pfft—each one stinkier, hotter, the air so thick it felt like breathing sludge. Torvald’s body shifted slightly, grinding his ass harder against Elias’s face, and the giant let out a contented grunt, oblivious to the chaos below.
Then, the worst happened. With a particularly forceful brrrraaap, Torvald’s hole flexed wider, and Elias felt a horrifying shift. His head slipped upward, wedging deeper into the slick, pulsing crevice of Torvald’s ass. The tight, musky pucker clamped around his face, sealing him in a suffocating embrace that left only the faintest sliver of air. His muffled scream was swallowed by the flesh, and his frantic squirms did nothing against the giant’s immovable bulk.
“Oh gods, no,” Elias thought, his mind reeling with panic and despair. “I’m gonna be stuck here all night.” The heat, the weight, the endless farts—it was a nightmare with no escape. Another wet pffrrt vibrated through him, the stench overwhelming, and Elias knew, with a sinking dread, that the night was far from over. Trapped in the pulsing, gassy prison of Torvald’s ass, he could only endure, each fart a cruel reminder that there was no waking from this torment until the giant stirred. He says When will this end!!
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