A Quic Friday Job

I felt my lips quiver in fear and anticipation as I drew a ragged, anxious breath.

"It's ok, you can do this," I whispered to myself as I reached out to knock on the door in front of me.

The knock echoed down the dimly lit apartment hallway. I looked around self-consciously and briefly glanced down at the bulge in my jeans. Wearing a chastity cage always left me feeling paranoid and wondering if someone would notice. Fortunately, nobody seemed to be nearby. I turned my attention back to the door, anxiously counting the seconds. Maybe they wouldn't answer. Perhaps I wouldn't have to go through with this.

My nervous thoughts were interrupted by the loud creak of the neglected door suddenly swinging open. Standing in the frame was an annoyed, stout woman. Her large belly slumped over her dirty grey sweatpants, and her pale green shirt was stained with who-knows-what.

"You must be Christine," I choked out. "Nice to meet..."

A loud scoff interrupted my blathering.

"You're late, get inside," Christine retorted. She then stepped away, motioning for me to enter.

She was right, I was late. I had spent the last twenty minutes in the car agonizing over whether or not I should go through with this. Answering an ad looking for a submissive for the evening was one thing, but answering one of this nature was something entirely different.

Not wanting to upset Christine further, I nodded and hurried inside. The door slammed loudly behind me. I could hear Christine's labored breathing behind me as my eyes adjusted to the poorly lit apartment. Blackout shades covered the windows and the only significant light source was the hanging lamp above a messy kitchen table.

Christine waddled over to the table where she joined two other women. From the ad, it was likely that these were Nicole and Sam. Nicole looked like a shorter, fatter Christine. Her messy black hair looked to be entangled with her thick-rimmed glasses, forming a sharp contrast to her ghostly pale skin. Sam was slightly taller, and easily the largest of the bunch. She sported dark skin that glistened with sweat in the musty room. As Sam stared at me, it felt like her piercing green irises were drilling a hole in my skull.

I meekly shuffled over to the fourth seat at the table, but Christine lifted a hand.

"Stop," she ordered. "The likes of you don't get to use the furniture."

I stood still, trembling, not sure how to reply.

Sam turned to Christine and spoke. "This was the best one you could find?" she asked. "He's so...scrawny. Do you think he will be able to handle this?"

Nicole laughed. "So what if he can't?" she mused. "It'll be fun either way."

Sam rolled her eyes but didn't inquire further. It felt incredibly humiliating to be spoken about as if I wasn't even in the room.

Nicole turned back to me. "You know the rules from the ad," she spoke. "No clothes. Cock stays caged. You do not speak unless spoken to. You agreed to give up the right to say 'no' when you entered the apartment. Full consensual non-consent applies here."

I nodded. "Yes, Goddess," I replied, proud that I had remembered how to address her.

Sam sighed. "Whatever, let's just use it. It often takes months to find someone stupid enough to respond to this ad and agree."

Nicole and Christine nodded in agreement. The floorboards beneath the table creaked as they began to rise from their seats. I quickly stripped, making sure to remain in compliance with the rules. As I shed my clothes, I was somewhat thankful for the musty, thick air in the unventilated apartment. At least I wouldn't freeze while naked in here.

Nicole waddled over to me first. Her black skater skirt swished as she moved, barely hiding her massive thighs rubbing together. Her chubby face bore a grin that sent shivers down my spine. Behind her, Sam made her way to the fridge and reached inside, pulling out what looked like a pizza box.

Nicole turned back to her and giggled. "Hungry?" she asked.

Sam shrugged. "I always enjoy having something to eat during these, it also helps things along later," she replied.

Nicole laughed and turned back to me. I nearly jumped as a pair of heavy hands grabbed my shoulders from behind. Christine had made her way around my back while Sam and Nicole had distracted me.

"On the floor, slave," Christine barked, her breath smelling of stale pizza. "You don't do us any good standing up like this."

I complied, knowing that the payment for this job wouldn't clear if I violated the consensual non-consent clause. I lowered myself to the cold, dusty kitchen floor as Nicole smirked above me. As I began to rest flat on my back, Nicole started to undress. She awkwardly removed her blouse as her massive belly and proportionally large breasts flopped out. Her skirt then dropped to the floor, revealing her massive thighs which shaped her protruding, hairy mound.

I gulped as Nicole stepped towards me, straddling my quivering skinny torso. Her massive stomach and thighs eclipsed most of the world above me, and I strongly considered getting up and fleeing. Rent was due in a week though, and this was the only job I could find. I didn't have a choice here, and these women knew it. They preyed on people like me.

Sam laughed with a mouthful of cold pizza as Nicole's knees creaked above me. My eyes widened as she began to lower herself down towards me, ass first. Her ass was even more massive than her stomach. Craters of cellulite dotted her massive cheeks, and her enormous crack was likely larger than my face. As she dropped lower, the unpleasantly familiar odor of stale ass sweat began to torment my nostrils. As I wrinkled them, Christine chortled.

"Looks like he doesn't appreciate your bi-weekly shower schedule," Christine joked. "Not that I blame him."

Nicole laughed, her breath somewhat ragged from the exertion of lowering her massive body. "It's such a pain to wash a body like this," she replied. "That's part of what we hire these for!"

Sam nearly choked on a mouthful of pizza at that remark. I, on the other hand, was not so amused. The advertisement had mentioned orally servicing three large ladies, but nothing about anything like this!

I squirmed anxiously as Nicole continued lowering herself. Before long her soft, giant cheeks began to press against my face. She didn't stop there, however. She began to adjust from a squat and shifted her weight forward as she began to sit on my chest. Nicole then slid a few inches back as my nose parted her fat cheeks. I had been enveloped.

My world had become the darkness inside of Nicole's massive ass. The sounds of Sam eating and Christine laughing were almost entirely muffled and replaced by Nicole's heavy, labored breathing. My forehead almost immediately began to sweat from the intense heat as her matted, sweaty ass hair bristled against my slave face. At this point I couldn't escape, even if I wanted to.

"Well?" Nicole asked, her voice echoing between her cheeks. "What are you waiting for? Earn your paycheck."

I sighed as Nicole shifted her weight above me to emphasize her point. The air beneath her massive body was growing hot and stale, and I could feel myself getting light-headed. My nose also refused to acclimate to the unpleasant scent of her unwashed ass. Too much more of this and I'd certainly pass out and be left to their horrid whims.

My tongue apprehensively parted my lips as I took a deep breath. The only way out of this unpleasant situation was through. Nicole tapped her foot impatiently, and her massive body undulated above me. It wouldn't be long before she cooked up some horrific torment to further encourage me. I had to get to work.

A salty, sour taste assaulted my mouth as my tongue first made contact with Nicole's left cheek. It was a massive effort to even open my jaw enough to stick out my tongue beneath her weight, and I let out a soft groan in response. Suppressing my gag reflex, I began to act as this woman's washcloth. My tongue pressed against her flesh, rubbing against the sweat-matted ass hair. Each lick released more of the foul stale sweat taste, and my eyes began to water.

My lungs began to ache with each breath as my ass-cleaning duty progressed. With each lick my fleshy prison became more odorous and sloppy. My only solace was the complete and utter darkness in which I slaved away, keeping me ignorant of whatever I happened to be washing off these nightmarish cheeks. My jaw ache progressed to outright burning pain, but Nicole simply sat indignantly on my chest with no hint of relenting.

Sweat and saliva began to drip around me as I slaved away at washing Nicole's ass. My eyes felt like they were burning, and my jaw wanted nothing more than to simply collapse, and my chest was in agreement there. Each breath was a struggle as Nicole simply relaxed on top of me without a care in the world.

"Why aren't you cleaning my asshole?" Nicole suddenly barked, her fat rippling around my face as she spoke. "That's by far the dirtiest, hardest-to-reach spot for me. What use are you otherwise?"

Sam chortled and nearly choked on a giant mouthful of cold pizza. I could feel the blood drain from my face, but Nicole certainly didn't care how I felt. She shifted her weight back and forth, spreading her massive sopping cheeks wider. Moments later I felt the firm, quivering mound that was her anus press against my lips.

Just as I was about to commit myself to the most heinous, foul act I could imagine, a loud gurgle echoed through the room.

"Oh dear," Sam exclaimed. "Guess that pizza was older than I thought."

Christine scowled at her. "Oh no, you're not ruining this kitchen again," she shouted. "Nicole, get up. We need to take care of this."

Nicole sighed. "Fine," she acquiesced. "But I need to be cleaned and I'm using the washcloth slave later."

Christine nodded as Nicole grunted and slowly rose, leaving me a disgusting, panting, sweaty mess on the floor below. While the air was considerably fresher without a fat unwashed ass on my face, I could still smell the foul smell of stale sweat hovering around me. It would be days before I'd smell clean again.

Before I could catch my breath, however, Christine grabbed my head by my hair and callously yanked me up to my knees. Nicole scurried out of the way as Christine dragged me over to Sam, who was still stuffing her face with the spoiled pizza despite complaining about it moments ago. The world around me tilted and swirled as I struggled to gain my bearings after the hour of suffering beneath Nicole.

"Turn around," Christine ordered Sam. "We aren't going through this again when we have something perfectly good to prevent it this time."

I had no idea what the conversation was referring to, but Christine's tone filled me with dread. Whatever was about to happen was not going to be even remotely pleasant.

Sam shrugged, a slice of stale pizza dangling from her mouth, and turned around. She dropped her sweat-stained grey sweats to the floor, revealing her giant ass. The sheer size of it eclipsed Nicole's, and Sam's dark skin glistening with sweat in an oddly beautiful way. Still, despite its appearance, I knew it held nothing good for me. Sadly, I didn't get long to contemplate what was going to happen next.

Nicole waddled up to Sam and parted her immense fleshy cheeks. I barely had even a second to recoil at the odor before Christine had forcibly shoved me between them. Nicole let go and the heavy unwashed flesh enveloped me. Behind me, Christine's heavy hand remained on my head, preventing my escape.

I felt Sam's body shift as she leaned forward with a laborious groan. Her massive stomach nearly reached the floor, heaving with exertion. As Sam entered this position, her firm puckered anus pressed directly against my mouth. My eyes widened in disgust and fear as I felt her stomach gurgle again.

"Oh, this is not good," Sam groaned, her pizza-muffled voice echoing in my crevice prison. "Make sure the pad is ready."

Christine rolled her eyes. "You always do this Sam," she chided. "Whatever. Slave, cup your lips around her asshole. If she stinks up this room again it'll be you that suffers, not us."

I tried to yank back my head and object, but the combined weight of Sam's ass cheeks and Christine's fat hand was far too much. It was now abundantly clear what they planned to do with me, and this was far behind the scope of the job.

"Urgh," Sam groaned as another gurgle escaped. "I can't hold it much longer, and I don't feel the slave's lips yet."

Christine's face grew crimson with anger as she pressed harder on my head.

"Slave," she barked. "If you don't comply, we'll chain you up for the weekend and torment you. I don't care if you only agreed for one day. I am not putting up with one of Sam's disgusting stale pizza farts again."

My cries of protest fell on deaf ears or perhaps were just lost in Sam's ass. Regardless, there was nothing I could do. I kept trying to tell myself that this would only last a few moments. After this, I could go home with my $1000 and pretend none of this had ever happened. With visions of the nice, fat paycheck in my head, I slowly opened my mouth and cupped my lips around Sam's unwashed asshole.

Sam wasn't lying about being on the brink. The instant she felt me comply, she let loose. A loud groan was quickly followed by a rippling, deafening 'brap' noise. Hot, wet air burst into my mouth and filled my lungs, sinuses, and even shot through my nostrils. I had never felt anything remotely like this. It was as if someone had stuck a furnace bellow between my lips and pumped the hot air into me.

As the initial loud burst faded into a soft, wet hiss, I found myself in an odd limbo. When one stubs their toe, there's a brief dreadful moment when they realize the pain will be excruciating, but their brain hasn't registered yet. In some ways, that moment can be worse than the ensuing pain itself. This experience was eerily similar to that. As Sam's foul pizza gas poured into my body, I felt nothing but the heat. The odor and taste had not registered yet, and I sat paralyzed in fear awaiting the horror as Sam's colon continued to expel gas directly into me.

The moment of limbo was suddenly shattered as my senses all caught up. Smell and taste, often existing hand-in-hand, assaulted me simultaneously. The taste was hot, wet, and extremely reminiscent of rotten pizza. The smell was no different and burned my nose and lungs as it attacked. The horrific hiss of the gas continued, and with it, the intensity of the foulness rose. My body reflexively writhed and thrashed, ancient instincts kicking in telling it to escape the source of rot. Christine's hands held firm, however, and my pathetic flailing was ultimately fruitless.

My eyes began to water as I choked and retched. I felt Sam bear down as the hiss grew louder and more intense as it morphed into an almost trumpet-like sound.

In front of me, Sam giggled. "His gagging almost feels nice," she mused. "Kind of like a massage! Can we keep him? I know he's only been hired for the day, but I can't imagine farting any other way now."

Nicole laughed uproariously, her belly shaking as she fell backward in mirth. The ground thudded loudly as she landed.

"Incredible," Nicole choked out. "I'll have to give it a spin later!"

Christine remained silently, carefully sampling the air to confirm no leaks as my body continued to convulse. To an outside observer, this scene would appear absurd. One massive woman was naked on the cold kitchen floor, nearly losing herself to laughter. Another bent over, farting, with a skinny pale man shoved between her cheeks. A still-clothed massive woman standing behind her, holding that man in place between her roommate's ass. I would have found the entire thing hilarious if I was not so utterly tormented.

As Sam's gaseous intensity rose, so did my body's response. My vision began to blur, and I began to gag involuntarily. The taste and smell had morphed from stale pizza to pure sulfur. I began to feel like all of the oxygen between Sam's cheeks was gone, replaced entirely by carbon dioxide and whatever foulness resided in her fat asshole. My thrashing intensified as I became desperate for air, but Christine and Sam seemed to neither notice nor care.

Sam bent further over, clearly trying to squeeze out as much of the source of her cramping as possible. The fart's pitch lowered to a soft rumble as it grew more foul and damp. I took yet another deep breath, but my body had clearly reached its limits. The dim world inside Sam's ass began to shift as my vision faltered, and my thrashing slowed as my lungs burned for air. The last thing I heard before going limp was a giggle from Sam and a loud, rippling pop from her anus.

Suddenly, I felt cool tile beneath my trembling skull. Mostly fresh, but still somewhat tainted air filled my lungs, a welcome blessing. My lungs burned and my head throbbed as my vision returned, revealing the faces of the three massive women looking down at me.

"Looks like he's come to," Sam exclaimed. "Finally!"

As my vision focused, I could see a scowl on Christine's chubby face. "Yeah, and now the kitchen stinks again."

Sam laughed, but Christine sounded far less amused.

I tried to sit up and get my bearings, but something seemed to be binding my arms and legs. I turned my head from side to side and realized where I was. This wasn't the kitchen, my tormentors had moved me to the bathroom. I tried to tilt my head up, only to realize that my arms and legs were shackled and bound to each other. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Let me out," I demanded. "I don't care about the money anymore, I quit!"

Nicole laughed before speaking.

"Oh, you silly slave, you aren't going anywhere."