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Heaven and Hell: Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-01-28 12:00:01 +0000 UTCShe picked me up again. "Now it's my turn to have a little fun!" She said. "I know you said you're a bit of an ass man, so I think you'll enjoy this!" She got up and stripped down to her underwear, then proceeded to wedge me between her ass cheeks. She smacked her ass and giggled. Half of my body was consumed by her cheeks and my face was being pressed into her underwear. She then dug her fingers in, reaching past me, and grabbed onto her thong. She pulled the fabric out around me and then let it snap back into place, pulling me even further into the depths of her ass crack. She put on some music and started to dance around. I spent the next hour or so getting mashed in her ass before she stopped and sat down to eat a late dinner. The whole time she ate, she sat there grinding her ass around on me. She then got up and made her way to her room where she climbed under the covers and began to watch tv. Shorty after I felt a strong vibration shake through her body. I didn't like the way it felt, it gave me a very bad feeling about what was about to happen. And then it hit me, a long hot silent fart! My stomach was pressed firmly against her asshole, and as her gas leaked out I could feel my skin burn, along with my eyes nose and throat. I tried to scream, but the gas was burning my throat too badly. I couldn't believe I had actually told her at some point that I would love this. I mean, I totally thought I would, but now as I found myself pinned firmly to her gas leaking asshole I realized the folly of my ways. All my greatest fantasies were quickly becoming my worst nightmare. She spent another hour or more blasting me with her rancid farts, making every inch of my body cry out in agony. Finally the farts started to space out and become less and less in frequency, until it finally seemed to be about over. She got up out of bed and dug me out of her ass crack. I was beyond overjoyed to finally have fresh air again! She held me up to her face. "So what do you think?" she asked. "Has this been the best night of your life or what!?" I smiled at her weakly. "It's been amazing!" I lied. I still couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth about what she was doing to me. "Well it's pretty late," she said, "and I'm pretty tired. I have one last job for you tonight. I want you to help me fall asleep!" I had no clue what she had meant until she flipped me over and dropped me head first into her underwear. She let it snap shut and my whole body was pushed into her warm, already slightly wet, pussy. She started to rub me from the outside, pushing me ever so slightly in. She moaned and quickly made her way back into her bed. She put her hand inside her underwear and onto my back with the tip of her middle finger on the back of my head. She started rubbing me up and down, quickly getting wetter, causing me to start sliding in deeper and deeper. Next thing I knew I was fully submerged within her as her had pushed and pulled faster and faster. She rubbed me all over her inner walls, moaning in ecstasy as she did. Her hand slid back and she used her fingers to push me in even deeper than her fingers could reach. She had me gripped by one foot as she continued using me as a human dildo. If she were to let go, I don't know how easy it would be for me to get back out. Suddenly, the walls of flesh that surrounded me contracted tightly around me, squeezing me painfully hard. Then the flood gates opened as her cum began to rush around me. She slowly pulled me half way out then let go, leaving my torso and above still trapped inside of her. I started to wiggle to get her attention, as I was in an extremely uncomfortable position. She grabbed my leg and pulled me the rest of the way out and let go, leaving me still trapped in her panties. She rolled onto her side and started to go to sleep, leaving me covered in her drying cum with no choice but to stay there in it. "Don't worry," I heard her mumble groggily as she was starting to fall asleep, "I put my socks back on for you to make sure my feet stay nice an smelly.. Well, goodnight." She patted me on the back gently and then dozed off. The next morning she had to peel me out of her cum crusted underwear. I felt disgusting, but she found it hysterical. She didn't even clean me off before dropping me onto her sandal and sliding it on, pinning me once more under her intensely smelling feet. She went about her day taking care of all the things she needed to get done, keeping me underfoot all the while. The heat and the smell were absolutely horrid, but still better than being trapped in the gym sock the day before. At least now, when she lifted her foot, as light breeze would blow under her sole, taking some of the smell with it for a somewhat more fresh breath of air. As the evening came along she went back home and got changed. She dressed up real nice and once again went to her sock drawer. This time the bag she pulled out contained a pair of stockings. She gave them a whiff. "Whew," she said, "they don't smell as bad as my gym socks, but they're still pretty rotten. I'm sure you'll enjoy them!" She picked me up and dropped me in them. She was right, it wasn't as bad as the gym sock, but it was still gut wrenchingly horrid. Her foot quickly followed once again trapping me against the sole of her foot. I felt a tight squeeze as she pulled on the stockings to get them positioned right. Then she walked over to her closet. "Now these cute flats are several years old, reek to high hell, and don't breath at all so they puddle up with sweat. So I think these will make for a perfect night for you while I go dancing with the girls!" Once again my heart sank. This whole weekend had been way more than I had ever bargained for. This was everything I ever wanted. I've had this fantasy a million times. But now that I had to live it, it couldn't end soon enough. I found out very quickly that she wasn't kidding about the flats pooling up with sweat as she stepped out onto the dance floor and started moving. She actually had to step outside several times that night to dump out the sweat from her overly filled flats. By the end of the night she stumble home, dumped her flats one last time, then drug herself to bed, leaving her flats on for the night, believing she was doing me a favor. When the night started off, the smell was far more bearable than during my time in the gym. By the time she crawled into bed however, her feet now smelled far worse. They already had the stink from gym day, then the constant out pour of sweat that sat in her flats which had no air circulation, made her feet to be the most fetid smelling thing I had ever encountered. As the night drew on I couldn't fall asleep as the intense smell was burning to harshly in my eyes and lungs to badly. finally the next morning came along and I couldn't have been happier to feel her start to stir as she woke up. I waited and waited as she moved about, wondering when she was going to set me free. Finally the flats came off as she kicked back on the couch to relax and watch tv. "Sorry," she said, "I don't want to interrupt you down there having the time of your life but my feet need to breath for a minute and dry off a little. I hope you don't mind too much. But considering how badly my feet smell from all the way over here, I'm sure you're still having a wonderful time!" The cool air felt nice, but I wished more than anything that she would set me free. As her feet cooled I could feet her pores closing ever so slightly around me. I tried to wiggle a bit but realized I was stuck pretty strongly to her foot. After her foot dried she slipped them back into her flats, which were still soaked, and got her feet all wet all over again. She went about the rest of her day without taking her flat off again, other than to dump out the accumulated sweat. That night as she got ready for bed she took her flats off. "Sorry again," she said, "but I can't sleep in those flats again. But don't worry I won't take my stockings off until tomorrow when it's time to grow you back again." She said goodnight and climbed under the covers, leaving her foot out to cool a little. As her foot cooled off again, I could feel her pores growing even tighter around me, pulling me deeper into her foot. I tried to wiggle and fight to move as much as I could, but I wasn't moving anywhere. I was beginning to worry that she might have some trouble peeling me off her foot the next morning. As her foot got cold, she unconsciously pulled it back under the covers where it once again began to warm up. Once her foot warmed up too much again, she stuck it back outside the covers where her pores once again pulled me deeper as they cooled and closed. This process repeated many times throughout the night, and by the time morning came I was completely absorbed into her foot. When she tossed the covers off her feet I noticed I could see light, but couldn't make out anything anymore as my face was completely buried in her foot flesh. "Ok," she said, "Now it's time for the fun to end and for you to come back to the real world." She sat down an pulled off her stocking. "Uh-oh! Um... So.. It would seem that being stuck under my foot so long somehow caused you to, I don't know, merge with my foot. Um, yea, this is pretty frustrating really. I can't have people seeing you in my foot like this.. I guess you're quite the luck man. Not only do you get to live out your fantasy for the rest of your life, but in not wanting people to see you I'll constantly have shoes on, so it'll stay nice and stinky for you! Well. Hopefully as time goes on you flatten out so no one will notice you, but until then, don't expect me to go around barefoot too often. She didn't acknowledge me for the next several weeks. When she finally did she seemed to be in a pretty good mood. "Well," she said, "it's been a few weeks, and you slowly starting to flatten out a bit. Hopefully you'll end up flattening completely so no one will ever be able to see you again. Sorry again for turning you into my foot, but I know for you it's like you died and went to heaven. So don't worry. I'll always keep at least this foot stinky and filthy so you always get to enjoy yourself the best you can in your situation. Sorry again little guy. Enjoy an eternity under my foot, this'll probably be the last time I ever talk to you again so... yeah.. and with that she slid her nasty, crusty gym sock back on and slid her gym shoe on. Heaven... Yea, right. I should've admitted this was too much. Now I have the rest of my life to regret it...
