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How I Met “Growing Butt”

After a brief tussle, in which I tried to use my smaller frame to evade his playful advances, D.K. easily tackled me to the wrestling mat and sat heavily on my chest, laughing at me mischievously as he closed his thick thighs around my face. "That's the first pin, my squirmy little worm," he exclaimed. He shuffled his big ass higher on my chest and buried my face deep in the nether regions of his damp crotch, forcing me to inhale the light musky scent his balls were emanating—he had worked out before my arrival and wanted me to suffer in his funk.

As he was easily twice my size, I was totally pinned and unable to shift his heavy body off of me. My dick was hard as a rock. This was what I had been hoping for, after all. Clad in only an over-worn and unwashed pair of tighty-whities, my heavy, big-butted Bully lifted his large ass up, turned around and dropped it on my chest again, this time so it was positioned towards my face. I observed a very visible sweat stain going down the crack of his ass, and disappearing with the dirty fabric of his underpants into the deep divide of his big, fat butt cheeks. He was heavy as hell on my chest. He scooted his big butt higher on my chest so that it was nearly on my face, arching his back so that his cheeks were now slightly spread, and whispered playfully, "two more pins, and to the victor goes the spoils...You're gonna have to figure out how to breathe when your little nose is buried deep inside my stinky ass, my little worm..." My dick pulsated as I watched his huge ass and listened to his nasty promise.

Then something odd happened. I heard a humming sound, and felt a strange vibration...both of these coming from D.K.'s fat ass. And then—and I need you to understand that I'm not shitting you—his ass grew. Like, it grew bigger...somehow. I'm still not entirely sure how. But I know what I saw.

Before I could ask any questions, D.K. was on his feet again, and challenging me to our second of three rounds of play fighting. Only now, I could swear that he was slightly taller than before, and his legs looked a lot heavier. He was also now sweating profusely. I caught a glimpse of his ass in those underpants from the side, and it was definitely fatter now, bigger and more pronounced. The cheeks bobbed and wobbled as they pressed against each other like two massive water balloons fighting for living space inside of those underpants, which were barely containing the fleshy orbs.

I was so confused by this, but was suddenly shaken back into reality when D.K. enveloped me into tight a bear hug squeeze, pressing my face deep into his sweaty chest, and then and aggressively body-slammed me down into the wrestling mat. As I tried to catch my breath from the sudden attack, D.K., once again, stood astride my prone body, and then sat his big heavy ass down on my chest, Yokozuna-style, looking down between his thick thighs to my trapped face which was squeezed up and under his sweaty crotch. He definitely felt heavier this time. Much heavier. And his smell...it was stronger....like, he was way muskier now, more than before. Before he stood up, I heard that humming sound from before and felt the same fleshy trembling, the sensations traveling from his Meaty butt which was squashing my chest, down through my entire body. And then, I watched in horror as the meat of his thighs suddenly expanded in size. His fat ass and hips on my chest spread wider in dimension as he winked down at me and cackled gleefully. I wheezed under his increasingly heavier body, and started to panic.

"What's the matter my squirmy little worm? Too much weight for ya?" My ass is gonna eat ya alive, wormy!” I tried to mumble my response, my disbelief at what I believed I was witnessing, but my mouth and nose were now completely buried under the stinky gusset of his underpants, his heavy balls were smothering my face. I couldn't breathe....

When he lifted his thick body off of my face and chest, it took a while for me to gather myself as I gasped for air. However, before I could completely recover, D.K., whose ass was now considerably larger than before, pushed me down to the wrestling mat and exclaimed victoriously, "this is round three, wormy...I'm gonna pin you....and then, I get to feed you to my ass..." While his tone was still playful, there was now something darker behind his eyes. I was still hard, if I'm honest, but I was also quite intimidated by, in a way that I hadn't been before. I couldn't understand or explain what I was experiencing. Was his butt actually growing? I tried to regain my senses and decided that I should end this session —things had gotten sort of weird, and I was a tad uncomfortable, even though my dick suggested otherwise. But D.K. was ready for me. He was ready to pounce for the third and final victory. And he was ready to feed me to his very big butt.

I looked up at at him, forming the words to ask for a timeout, but was dumbfounded by what I was now seeing.

This time, as he hovered over me preparing to drop his weighty ass on me for the final pin, I knew, without a doubt, that his Butt had indeed grown bigger. Much bigger than before. In fact, his thighs were now somehow much more massive than they had been just a few moments earlier. I was perplexed and, honestly, just wanted to get the hell out of there. But the shadow cast over my body by that big meaty mass of pulsating, growing butt-flesh suggested that getting out of this situation wasn’t going to be easy. I tried to roll away, but found myself pummeled into the mat below when D.K. simply let gravity do its own bidding and landed squarely on my little chest, the enlarged, and apparently still growing, meat of his gargantuan ass humming and vibrating in a paranormal manner, and then expanding once again to new horrific proportions, right before my very eyes! I would have expressed how dumbfounded I was had D.K.'s oppressive weight hadn't prevented me from doing nothing more than gasping for each next lungful of air.

All the while he cackled like a horny hyena, reminding me that as per our rules, after three pins in our "wrestling match," the loser was became the slave of winner, or as D.K. kept saying to the victor goes the spoils. Now, I had come into this situation knowing damn well that it would be a brisk day in Hades before I could defeat D.K. In a sparring match. At a flimsy 112 pounds soaking wet, I knew he'd dominate me. I wanted him to. I had watched those videos of him sitting on dude's faces in various staged situations, and was fascinated by the idea of being at the mercy of a big, meaty rear end on my body and face. But, he knew my limits—no violence, no pass-outs, and definitely, absolutely no farts. I just found the whole "farting fetish" thing quite disgusting, and I had told him so quite pointedly before we met. I guess my tone had been a bit rude, since D.K. had accused me of "kink shaming." I fired back, telling him that the disgusting fart shit he liked wasn't my thing, but I'd love to be dominated by his ass either way. I was happy when he agreed to respect my boundaries and meet anyway.

What I had not expected was this very strange trick that D.K. could perform with his expanding butt size and all. His Growing Butt.

It wasn't just that his ass was getting bigger though—somehow the smell of it was now more intense than before. I don't know how to explain it, but his fat ass was now emitting a strong, eye-watering butt-smell that was hard for me to stomach. But trapped beneath him as I was, I had little room to protest, no matter how much I wanted this situation to end.

His next move made me extremely grateful that he was wearing underpants, regardless of how much they stank of ass and balls.

Sensing my utter and complete defeat and helplessness underneath his big, swollen buttocks, D.K. simply shuffled himself backwards and covered my entire face with that fat butt of his. When I say "covered" I mean that I doubt any portion of my face or chest would have been visible to anybody watching. Up to that point, it was the vilest, cruelest, most humiliating thing that anyone had ever done to me. To be so stuck in a place so dense and unmovable, knowing the power he held over me, my face trapped squarely beneath a mountain of moving, gelatinous butt meat, my nose pressed firmly against the smelly pucker of his grasping and flexing anus, saved only by the thin membrane of wet fabric that separated it from that unGody shitter. I was a wreck. I squealed like a scared child as I laid there entombed under his fat ass. He remained perched and unmoved. Then I heard the humming sound again, and felt the world quake around me, and the flesh of his big butt, which already had me buried and encased like quicksand, inexplicably expanded, yet again, creating new and impossible folds of funky rump meat into which my face and body further disappeared. I screamed, then, but was only met with the muffled sounds of D.K.'s maniacal cackling from somewhere far away.

When I came to, I wanted to believe that all of this had been some wild nightmare, but my face was still lodged deep inside D.K.'s fat, musty backside. With renewed effort, I fought, kicked, and clawed at the massive thing on my face, and suddenly realized that my position was somehow different. Through the mounds of his impossibly large rump, I caught bits and pieces to D.K.'s explanation of my new circumstance. You see, he was experimenting with this new harness that he had created. I was secured face-first into his ample backside, my arms restrained with ropes that went around his body, and my legs completely saran-wrapped. He wanted me completely helpless, but wanted to feel me struggling to survive this ordeal. Perhaps most sinister of all, there was a sheer breathable sleeve that surrounded my face and kept it right against the crack of his ass. This was, as he put it, "to make sure that you don't miss any of my stink, my squirmy little worm..."

“To the victor goes the spoils, little wormy. That's you, wormy--you're the spoils! And the spoils are about to get quite soiled—heh-heh-heh-heh! Oh shit, I really don't know if you're ready for what's coming..."

I felt a raucous rumbling from deep inside D.K. At first, I expected his ass to grow bigger like it had before, but then suddenly realized that the rumbling I heard was different—it was intestinal…My eyes grew wide with realization and I panicked like I never had before once I understood the severity of the trouble I was in. It was all clear now—the harness, the ropes securing me to D.K.’s chubby ass, the sleeve of fabric that bound my face right against his fragrant backside—No, he wouldn't, not when I had clearly told him my boundaries...he just wouldn't...he couldn't be think of doing this…..I screamed for release deep inside his crack, the sound of my fear and agony muffled against the absorbent, fleshy walls of butt that surrounded me….I was fucked, and I knew it….

As D.K. felt my renewed fight to escape the resident evil that was brewing inside of him, he cackled again, knowing that now I definitely knew what he was about to do....Then he did it….It was approximately 20 full seconds of unadulterated vaporized wickedness….

BBbbbbbbbrrrrRRRRRRrrrrmmMMFFFffffffffffffffffffsssssssssss

The explosion of gas that rattled out of D.K.'s ass was as loud and obnoxious as you might imagine a whopper of a fart coming from an ass as massive as his. But the smell from my vantage point was unimaginable. It was a sick cloud of rotting meats and spoiled milk residue. The smell was thick like smog, it had weight and texture. I swear that it clung to my face as putrid particles, evil molecules that invaded my nostrils and left me gasping for a life outside of this butt-prison. I screamed. I was in the direct line of fire. I had no way to escape it. I wailed in anguish as I fought the sizable cheeks to no effect other than to cause D.K. to laugh at my fruitless efforts. Nothing I was doing to free myself was working. I had nowhere to run.

“Oh you fuckin bastard!,” he cackled. He was all smiles as he felt my little hands trying to shift the impossible cheeks of his ass. “You fuckin love it, don’t you, my little squirmy wormy? This protein shake always gives me the worst gas. I couldn’t stand the thought of smelling these all by myself.

His anus suddenly erupted into a cacophonous symphony of angry eruptions. As the blasts rocketed out of his shitter, the cloth of his underpants grew dark with sweat and anal juice. My face was bathed in this terrible elixir as I was cooked alive by his farts. They kept coming. He laughed as he released them….I coughed and wheezed as his fat ass kept its vile embrace on my body and face. The next wave of butt-gas rattled out in airy, low-pitched tones and burned the skin on my face. They were rancid. In all of this, the true torture of the butt-harness was revealed—the more I tugged and pulled at the restraints for my freedom, the deeper my little face found itself inside of that musty butt-hell. Worse of all, the face-sleeve worked quite effectively. Any of the noxious fumes that would have escaped the crack of his massive ass from the top were caught and funneled down, directly to my panicked face. I was in a torture chamber of new and recycled farts. And they kept coming….again, and again….

Trapped and sobbing, I heard and felt a warm whisper of air, like the sound of a balloon being emptied of its contents….and a horrible, horrible stink enveloped me. It was just awful. I had run out of energy to scream, but this silent killer of a fart was my last straw. I squealed and fought as hard as I could, if only to temporarily free my nostrils from the wild odor being forced in my face. As I inched my body up, using the levers of the harness, and stretched my face as up and as outward as I could possibly get it, I could feel the coolness of the air outside of D.K.’s fat ass, just for a moment….I stretched as far as my neck would allow me…I just needed a snippet of fresh air….just a snippet…

“Oh no you don’t, my little squirmy wormy! You’re getting the full treatment of my Growing Butt today….I want you to experience it all….I don’t believe in breaks!”

And with that said, I heard the now-familiar humming sound, felt the fleshy trembling of an already big butt that was set to expand to new and disgusting proportions, and just as my nostrils were taking in a moment of untainted butt-air, D.K.’s fat ass warped into a bigger, denser version of itself, closing in on me as it pressed against my restraints like two meaty shelves of sweaty cottage cheese. Then I felt another round of befouled gas sputter out of his shit-hole and around my buried face…

I don’t remember much after that. I must have blacked out. When I came to, I was in my own house, in my bedroom. I’m not even sure how I got here. I know my meeting with D.K. wasn’t imagined because laying right next to me was the face-sleeve that he used to entomb me during our meeting. I guess he wanted me to keep it—the bastard. When I pressed it to my nose and took a sniff, I nearly vomited. My entire bedroom smells like this sleeve now. Fucking disgusting.

D.K. is such a dick-head. And when I wrestle with him again next week, I’m gonna let him know that if he must use the harness, at least don’t make the knots on my wrists so tight. It left marks. Dumb-ass.

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How I Met “Growing Butt”

After a brief tussle, in which I tried to use my smaller frame to evade his playful advances, D.K. easily tackled me to the wrestling mat and sat heavily on my chest, laughing at me mischievously as he closed his thick thighs around my face. "That's the first pin, my squirmy little worm," he exclaimed. He shuffled his big ass higher on my chest and buried my face deep in the nether regions of his damp crotch, forcing me to inhale the light musky scent his balls were emanating—he had worked out before my arrival and wanted me to suffer in his funk.

As he was easily twice my size, I was totally pinned and unable to shift his heavy body off of me. My dick was hard as a rock. This was what I had been hoping for, after all. Clad in only an over-worn and unwashed pair of tighty-whities, my heavy, big-butted Bully lifted his large ass up, turned around and dropped it on my chest again, this time so it was positioned towards my face. I observed a very visible sweat stain going down the crack of his ass, and disappearing with the dirty fabric of his underpants into the deep divide of his big, fat butt cheeks. He was heavy as hell on my chest. He scooted his big butt higher on my chest so that it was nearly on my face, arching his back so that his cheeks were now slightly spread, and whispered playfully, "two more pins, and to the victor goes the spoils...You're gonna have to figure out how to breathe when your little nose is buried deep inside my stinky ass, my little worm..." My dick pulsated as I watched his huge ass and listened to his nasty promise.

Then something odd happened. I heard a humming sound, and felt a strange vibration...both of these coming from D.K.'s fat ass. And then—and I need you to understand that I'm not shitting you—his ass grew. Like, it grew bigger...somehow. I'm still not entirely sure how. But I know what I saw.

Before I could ask any questions, D.K. was on his feet again, and challenging me to our second of three rounds of play fighting. Only now, I could swear that he was slightly taller than before, and his legs looked a lot heavier. He was also now sweating profusely. I caught a glimpse of his ass in those underpants from the side, and it was definitely fatter now, bigger and more pronounced. The cheeks bobbed and wobbled as they pressed against each other like two massive water balloons fighting for living space inside of those underpants, which were barely containing the fleshy orbs.

I was so confused by this, but was suddenly shaken back into reality when D.K. enveloped me into tight a bear hug squeeze, pressing my face deep into his sweaty chest, and then and aggressively body-slammed me down into the wrestling mat. As I tried to catch my breath from the sudden attack, D.K., once again, stood astride my prone body, and then sat his big heavy ass down on my chest, Yokozuna-style, looking down between his thick thighs to my trapped face which was squeezed up and under his sweaty crotch. He definitely felt heavier this time. Much heavier. And his smell...it was stronger....like, he was way muskier now, more than before. Before he stood up, I heard that humming sound from before and felt the same fleshy trembling, the sensations traveling from his Meaty butt which was squashing my chest, down through my entire body. And then, I watched in horror as the meat of his thighs suddenly expanded in size. His fat ass and hips on my chest spread wider in dimension as he winked down at me and cackled gleefully. I wheezed under his increasingly heavier body, and started to panic.

"What's the matter my squirmy little worm? Too much weight for ya?" My ass is gonna eat ya alive, wormy!” I tried to mumble my response, my disbelief at what I believed I was witnessing, but my mouth and nose were now completely buried under the stinky gusset of his underpants, his heavy balls were smothering my face. I couldn't breathe....

When he lifted his thick body off of my face and chest, it took a while for me to gather myself as I gasped for air. However, before I could completely recover, D.K., whose ass was now considerably larger than before, pushed me down to the wrestling mat and exclaimed victoriously, "this is round three, wormy...I'm gonna pin you....and then, I get to feed you to my ass..." While his tone was still playful, there was now something darker behind his eyes. I was still hard, if I'm honest, but I was also quite intimidated by, in a way that I hadn't been before. I couldn't understand or explain what I was experiencing. Was his butt actually growing? I tried to regain my senses and decided that I should end this session —things had gotten sort of weird, and I was a tad uncomfortable, even though my dick suggested otherwise. But D.K. was ready for me. He was ready to pounce for the third and final victory. And he was ready to feed me to his very big butt.

I looked up at at him, forming the words to ask for a timeout, but was dumbfounded by what I was now seeing.

This time, as he hovered over me preparing to drop his weighty ass on me for the final pin, I knew, without a doubt, that his Butt had indeed grown bigger. Much bigger than before. In fact, his thighs were now somehow much more massive than they had been just a few moments earlier. I was perplexed and, honestly, just wanted to get the hell out of there. But the shadow cast over my body by that big meaty mass of pulsating, growing butt-flesh suggested that getting out of this situation wasn’t going to be easy. I tried to roll away, but found myself pummeled into the mat below when D.K. simply let gravity do its own bidding and landed squarely on my little chest, the enlarged, and apparently still growing, meat of his gargantuan ass humming and vibrating in a paranormal manner, and then expanding once again to new horrific proportions, right before my very eyes! I would have expressed how dumbfounded I was had D.K.'s oppressive weight hadn't prevented me from doing nothing more than gasping for each next lungful of air.

All the while he cackled like a horny hyena, reminding me that as per our rules, after three pins in our "wrestling match," the loser was became the slave of winner, or as D.K. kept saying to the victor goes the spoils. Now, I had come into this situation knowing damn well that it would be a brisk day in Hades before I could defeat D.K. In a sparring match. At a flimsy 112 pounds soaking wet, I knew he'd dominate me. I wanted him to. I had watched those videos of him sitting on dude's faces in various staged situations, and was fascinated by the idea of being at the mercy of a big, meaty rear end on my body and face. But, he knew my limits—no violence, no pass-outs, and definitely, absolutely no farts. I just found the whole "farting fetish" thing quite disgusting, and I had told him so quite pointedly before we met. I guess my tone had been a bit rude, since D.K. had accused me of "kink shaming." I fired back, telling him that the disgusting fart shit he liked wasn't my thing, but I'd love to be dominated by his ass either way. I was happy when he agreed to respect my boundaries and meet anyway.

What I had not expected was this very strange trick that D.K. could perform with his expanding butt size and all. His Growing Butt.

It wasn't just that his ass was getting bigger though—somehow the smell of it was now more intense than before. I don't know how to explain it, but his fat ass was now emitting a strong, eye-watering butt-smell that was hard for me to stomach. But trapped beneath him as I was, I had little room to protest, no matter how much I wanted this situation to end.

His next move made me extremely grateful that he was wearing underpants, regardless of how much they stank of ass and balls.

Sensing my utter and complete defeat and helplessness underneath his big, swollen buttocks, D.K. simply shuffled himself backwards and covered my entire face with that fat butt of his. When I say "covered" I mean that I doubt any portion of my face or chest would have been visible to anybody watching. Up to that point, it was the vilest, cruelest, most humiliating thing that anyone had ever done to me. To be so stuck in a place so dense and unmovable, knowing the power he held over me, my face trapped squarely beneath a mountain of moving, gelatinous butt meat, my nose pressed firmly against the smelly pucker of his grasping and flexing anus, saved only by the thin membrane of wet fabric that separated it from that unGody shitter. I was a wreck. I squealed like a scared child as I laid there entombed under his fat ass. He remained perched and unmoved. Then I heard the humming sound again, and felt the world quake around me, and the flesh of his big butt, which already had me buried and encased like quicksand, inexplicably expanded, yet again, creating new and impossible folds of funky rump meat into which my face and body further disappeared. I screamed, then, but was only met with the muffled sounds of D.K.'s maniacal cackling from somewhere far away.

When I came to, I wanted to believe that all of this had been some wild nightmare, but my face was still lodged deep inside D.K.'s fat, musty backside. With renewed effort, I fought, kicked, and clawed at the massive thing on my face, and suddenly realized that my position was somehow different. Through the mounds of his impossibly large rump, I caught bits and pieces to D.K.'s explanation of my new circumstance. You see, he was experimenting with this new harness that he had created. I was secured face-first into his ample backside, my arms restrained with ropes that went around his body, and my legs completely saran-wrapped. He wanted me completely helpless, but wanted to feel me struggling to survive this ordeal. Perhaps most sinister of all, there was a sheer breathable sleeve that surrounded my face and kept it right against the crack of his ass. This was, as he put it, "to make sure that you don't miss any of my stink, my squirmy little worm..."

“To the victor goes the spoils, little wormy. That's you, wormy--you're the spoils! And the spoils are about to get quite soiled—heh-heh-heh-heh! Oh shit, I really don't know if you're ready for what's coming..."

I felt a raucous rumbling from deep inside D.K. At first, I expected his ass to grow bigger like it had before, but then suddenly realized that the rumbling I heard was different—it was intestinal…My eyes grew wide with realization and I panicked like I never had before once I understood the severity of the trouble I was in. It was all clear now—the harness, the ropes securing me to D.K.’s chubby ass, the sleeve of fabric that bound my face right against his fragrant backside—No, he wouldn't, not when I had clearly told him my boundaries...he just wouldn't...he couldn't be think of doing this…..I screamed for release deep inside his crack, the sound of my fear and agony muffled against the absorbent, fleshy walls of butt that surrounded me….I was fucked, and I knew it….

As D.K. felt my renewed fight to escape the resident evil that was brewing inside of him, he cackled again, knowing that now I definitely knew what he was about to do....Then he did it….It was approximately 20 full seconds of unadulterated vaporized wickedness….

BBbbbbbbbrrrrRRRRRRrrrrmmMMFFFffffffffffffffffffsssssssssss

The explosion of gas that rattled out of D.K.'s ass was as loud and obnoxious as you might imagine a whopper of a fart coming from an ass as massive as his. But the smell from my vantage point was unimaginable. It was a sick cloud of rotting meats and spoiled milk residue. The smell was thick like smog, it had weight and texture. I swear that it clung to my face as putrid particles, evil molecules that invaded my nostrils and left me gasping for a life outside of this butt-prison. I screamed. I was in the direct line of fire. I had no way to escape it. I wailed in anguish as I fought the sizable cheeks to no effect other than to cause D.K. to laugh at my fruitless efforts. Nothing I was doing to free myself was working. I had nowhere to run.

“Oh you fuckin bastard!,” he cackled. He was all smiles as he felt my little hands trying to shift the impossible cheeks of his ass. “You fuckin love it, don’t you, my little squirmy wormy? This protein shake always gives me the worst gas. I couldn’t stand the thought of smelling these all by myself.

His anus suddenly erupted into a cacophonous symphony of angry eruptions. As the blasts rocketed out of his shitter, the cloth of his underpants grew dark with sweat and anal juice. My face was bathed in this terrible elixir as I was cooked alive by his farts. They kept coming. He laughed as he released them….I coughed and wheezed as his fat ass kept its vile embrace on my body and face. The next wave of butt-gas rattled out in airy, low-pitched tones and burned the skin on my face. They were rancid. In all of this, the true torture of the butt-harness was revealed—the more I tugged and pulled at the restraints for my freedom, the deeper my little face found itself inside of that musty butt-hell. Worse of all, the face-sleeve worked quite effectively. Any of the noxious fumes that would have escaped the crack of his massive ass from the top were caught and funneled down, directly to my panicked face. I was in a torture chamber of new and recycled farts. And they kept coming….again, and again….

Trapped and sobbing, I heard and felt a warm whisper of air, like the sound of a balloon being emptied of its contents….and a horrible, horrible stink enveloped me. It was just awful. I had run out of energy to scream, but this silent killer of a fart was my last straw. I squealed and fought as hard as I could, if only to temporarily free my nostrils from the wild odor being forced in my face. As I inched my body up, using the levers of the harness, and stretched my face as up and as outward as I could possibly get it, I could feel the coolness of the air outside of D.K.’s fat ass, just for a moment….I stretched as far as my neck would allow me…I just needed a snippet of fresh air….just a snippet…

“Oh no you don’t, my little squirmy wormy! You’re getting the full treatment of my Growing Butt today….I want you to experience it all….I don’t believe in breaks!”

And with that said, I heard the now-familiar humming sound, felt the fleshy trembling of an already big butt that was set to expand to new and disgusting proportions, and just as my nostrils were taking in a moment of untainted butt-air, D.K.’s fat ass warped into a bigger, denser version of itself, closing in on me as it pressed against my restraints like two meaty shelves of sweaty cottage cheese. Then I felt another round of befouled gas sputter out of his shit-hole and around my buried face…

I don’t remember much after that. I must have blacked out. When I came to, I was in my own house, in my bedroom. I’m not even sure how I got here. I know my meeting with D.K. wasn’t imagined because laying right next to me was the face-sleeve that he used to entomb me during our meeting. I guess he wanted me to keep it—the bastard. When I pressed it to my nose and took a sniff, I nearly vomited. My entire bedroom smells like this sleeve now. Fucking disgusting.

D.K. is such a dick-head. And when I wrestle with him again next week, I’m gonna let him know that if he must use the harness, at least don’t make the knots on my wrists so tight. It left marks. Dumb-ass.