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Self Scent Suit (Mini Story)
🕑 Added 2020-01-11 05:23:59 +0000 UTCKate was a maid in the household of a harsh mistress. Her lady was an absolute perfectionist and anyone who displeased her disappeared into the bowels of the estate. Most were never seen again, those who did come out returned far fatter than before but fearfully refused to explain what had happened to them.
One day, while sweeping the floors, One of Kate's shoes made a rude sounding squeak as she took a step. Unfortunately for her, the Lady of the House was walking by as it happened
"Disgusting!" Her mistress snapped.
"My lady! That wasn't me! It was the floor..."
"Don't try and lie to me! Guards! Take her to Room B2-23. If she thinks outbursts like that are acceptable then
Kate cried for help as two of her lady's guards took her to the lowest levels of the mansion.
Over a year later.
Kate's Mistress walked down to the dark bowels of her large home. Watching a news report about methane prices reminded her of one of her wayward servants. Traveling through the secret dungeons of her estate, she entered Kate's cell where her now 600 pound maid now resided, her captive looking at her with pleading eyes.
Kate's mistress had her strapped to a chair and force fed her into immobility. In current form, she was a giant blob of flesh who's limbs were so atrophied from under use that she could barely move her fingers and toes. What was worse was that she had a feeding tube affixed to her mouth which constantly pumped different types of high calorie flavored paste down her throat. Hi-tech computer sensors told the machine to stem the flow when she was getting too full or when it was time for her to sleep. As her ability to eat increase, she pretty much spent every waking moment eating and her body was starting to learn how to suck on the tube while she slept as well. Even worse, was that paste was designed to upset her insides as much as possible, resulting in perpetual bloating and constant, sloppy gas that erupted from her all day and night. However, Kate was the only one bother by her non stop farting.
She had been place in a specialized, full body rubber suit that held in all of her body's odors. On her rear were two thick tubes that wrapped around her large body and into a "hub port" resting on her belly where tubes from nearby oxygen tanks were also attached. A breathing tube was also attached to the port and plugged into her nose, directing the scent of her gas directly into her nostrils. With the food tube in her mouth, Kate's only source of air came from sniffing up the awful smells her backend loudly released every few seconds. The different blends of food paste being fed to her meant that the odor of her flatulence constantly changed, meaning she could never get used to it, and medications mixed into her food meant that she never gagged from her gas no matter how foul it was.
"You've been here for a while. Maybe you've learned your lesson by now." Her Mistress said mockingly. "I tell you what, if you can go one minute without passing gas, I'll release you and pay for fat removal..."
Kate failed before her mistress even finished talking, releasing a particularly noxious fart that went direct up the tube and into olfactory receptors. Months of neverending tooting meant that her sphincter now acted completely on it's own, with her ability to hold in gas now being nonexistent. Her mistress just laughed.
"Oh well! I guess we'll try again in another few months!" Kate's mistress said as she left her alone in the cell once more, not bothering to close the door.
