Elias Cursed Gas
by Dawofwar

Elia approaches Mika, tied to her bed with sturdy cellophane, and begins speaking in a soft but menacing voice, a sadistic smile on her lips:

"Apparently, you told the staff there was a nurse who was making your life miserable at night. You know, I don't like it when people snitch on me like that. Besides, no one will listen to you anyway, you're in a facility for psychological issues. So, to explain what's going to happen, I ate more than twenty nuggets and drank milk and sodas with cabbage, ahahaha. When I heard the news, I got ready for you, my darling.

So, I have all evening to take care of you. First, I'll install this mask on your face connected to my butt, and I'll make you get acquainted with as much as it takes for you to be completely out of it. You might waver between dream and nightmare, and if I see you're unconscious, I'll make sure to save the rest of my farts for later. So, have a good night and good anesthesia, ahaha. Don't try to move, the cellophane is pretty sturdy."

Elia, sitting on Mika to immobilize her, secures an airtight mask over her face, connected by a hose directly to her butt. Mika, panicked, tries to struggle, but the cellophane holds her firmly. Elia starts with a light first fart, watching Mika's eyes widen as the gas slowly builds up in the mask.

“Ahhh Brrrrtttt…So, sweetheart, how does it feel? Nice, isn’t it? Enjoy it — we’re only just getting started.
I only want to hear those *mmm... mmm* sounds from you. No one’s going to hear you anyway; we’re completely alone tonight.
I even took the day off just so I could ‘work’ properly this evening…
And when you drift off into dreamland, I’ll go check on the other patients.
But don’t worry… I’ll be watching over you, haha.”

Encouraged by Mika's reaction, Elia releases stronger farts, the gas becoming dense and visible. Mika gasps, her senses clouding, and she begins to hallucinate: visions of strange dreams (idyllic landscapes) mix with nightmares (threatening shadows). Elia chuckles softly, savoring the power, while monitoring not to knock her out too soon.

“Brrggttttffff! Whoa… that one was thick. Must be the milk tearing my stomach apart.

Good thing i can’t smell it, or i’d be out cold from disgust.

Hey! Stay with me! Don’t tell me you’re already drifting off after ten minutes?

I can already picture my supervisor’s face if I told them I managed to knock someone out with my own gas… hahaha! Brrrgggfff!

And look at those glassy eyes… kind of cute, in a weird way.”

When Mika reaches her limits, her eyes roll back and she passes out, Elia stops immediately, saving her remaining gas to prolong the torment.

“Ah, look at you knocked out already. Not a single reaction left in you.
Alright, alright, I’ll let you recover a bit. I’m not about to waste my experimental gas while you’re snoring.
It’s way less fun messing around with someone who’s completely out… hahaha!
Come on, wake up a little I’m far from done with my little scented experiments.”

After a few minutes, Elia made her way through the halls for her ‘rounds’. Her stomach growled like a starving beast, forcing her to stop here and there, clutching her abdomen and muttering insults at this ridiculous pain. Every time a stronger rumble hit, she braced herself against the wall, recovered her composure, then marched on like a determined heroine with a rebellious stomach.

From time to time, she peeked into Mika’s room, just to make sure the green tornado hadn’t woken her.
Twenty-five minutes later, she returned out of breath, belly still protesting and found Mika wriggling like an eel, desperately trying to free herself.

Elia raised an eyebrow, half amused, half annoyed.

“I’m back! Come on, round two! Quick, quick!!
Brrffgggglllttt waaah, that one was terrible… I held it in way too long because of you!
Huh? You still with me?!
No way… Mika! You passed out again from just one blast?
Seriously? I wanted to keep the experiment going!”

Once again, Elia left the room, annoyed by how little resistance Mika was giving her.

"Seriously… even a cactus would hold up better than this,"she muttered, rolling her eyes as she walked away.

She wavered between half-awake and technically knocked out, unable to tell whether time was moving slowly… or if her brain had simply stopped keeping track.....