Oaklyn's Wager
by QicenoQ

I looked through my friend’s fridge for a drink, but was displeased to find nothing. Well- almost nothing. The same opened can of Mtn. Dew from a month ago remained untouched. I closed the door, now having a topic for conversation.

As I walked back into the living room, I was met with the sight of my friend sitting on the couch. Oaklyn took up a large percentage of the furniture; she was big. Not grotesquely so, but her pudginess was next level. At 5’11 and over 300 lbs, she dwarfed me.

Most of her weight actually went to her hips & butt. She wasn’t ugly either, having a cute short black hairstyle and glasses that complimented her nerdy gamer lifestyle. She was wearing a black camisole & black leggings, and had 2 piercings under her lips.

“Find anything?” Oaklyn asked.

“That Mtn. Dew from last month.” I answered, sitting next to her. Our thighs touched, no matter how far I scooted away on the short couch.
“Are you running an experiment with it?”

“I might drink it in a second.” She then responded. “I had a spicy ramen burrito earlier, and my asshole is still burning. That might cool it off.”

“A what?” I asked. “What the fuck is a spicy ramen burrito? Is that another food combination that you made to torture your stomach?”

“It’s not torture, it’s discipline.” Oaklyn replied. “I’m teaching myself to not be lactose intolerant.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works..”

“Whatever. Are you going to help me?” She then asked, handing me a controller. “Let’s knock out a couple matches. Then you can leave, or hang out & keep helping me. I don’t care.”

“Sure.” I answered. Something we often did was play games together, as Oaklyn’s job was being a playtester. She made a decent amount of money from it, so hanging out with her was cool since it paid.

I grabbed the controller and waited for her. It was a platform fighter, a genre that I’ve been a fan of for years.

“How good are you at platform fighters?” I asked.

“Probably better than you.” She answered, making me roll my eyes.

“Nuh uh.”

“... Yuh-huh.” She retorted. “Do you think you can beat me or something?”

“I know I can.” I answered. “I bet half of what you make for play-testing this game.”

“Oh, that’s what we’re doing.” Oaklyn hummed. “Fine. And if I win… … Y’know what? I’m not even going to tell you, since you’re so confident.”

“Huh… fair.” I readied my controller. “Best of five?”


…


…


…


I couldn’t believe it. Oaklyn creamed me.

I turned to see a smug grin on my friend’s face. “So, are you ready to serve me?~”

“Ugh… fine. What am I serving?” I asked. Oaklyn sat the controller down and turned her body toward me.

“You’re not going to like it.”

“I know I won’t, if your fucking smile is anything to go by.” My response made her laugh. “Whatever it is though, I’ll do it.”

“And if you decide not to?” She then asked. “Like- dude, I’m being serious; you might try to run away. Can I like… tie you up or something?”

“I won’t run away.” I responded, now put off by her insistence.

“Okay but can I at least handcuff you?” She persisted.

“Jesus Oaklyn, what are you going to do to me?”

“I can’t tell you.” She repeated. “I just want to make absolutely sure you can’t escape. That way you can pay me back. You deserve it for being so cocky for no reason.”

“If it gets it out of the way, fine. Whatever.” I responded. Oaklyn opened the drawer of her coffee table and, to my utter shock, pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
“... Were you planning on doing this to me at some point?”

“Honestly? Part of me hoped this would happen, so yes.” My friend answered. “Now put your hands behind your back.”

I did as instructed, and Oaklyn cuffed my arms together.

“Okay..” I felt helpless. “Now what?”

Oaklyn stood up from the couch, making it shift a bit with her lack of weight. She then scooted her coffee table out of the way. I watched curiously as she cleared some space on the floor. She picked her laptop off the table and sat it on the ground.

I then watched her kneel before laying down on her belly. I looked down at her, getting an eyeful of her ass in the meantime. Her buttcrack poked over her tight leggings, making me wonder if she was uncomfortable wearing them. They were clearly too small for her.

“What are you doing?” I asked. Oaklyn looked over her shoulder.

“I’m going to take notes on the game.” She hummed. “You’re going to lay down behind me, put your face in my ass, and smell it while I do so.”

“Wait- woah, what?” I looked back down at her ass. There was a lot of it. “Oaklyn, I can’t do that..”

“Willingly, maybe.” She retorted, shaking her hips. “Or I can just throw you onto your back & sit on your face. Either way, you’re smelling my ass.”

“This is kinda far, don’t you think?”

“Nah.” Oaklyn answered. “Now can you please hurry up? At least you can pull away if I’m not sitting on you. Stop being such a pussy, dude.”

I felt gross as I stood up. I somehow felt less balanced thanks to my arms being cuffed behind my back, so I steadily knelt and leaned in. Her butt grew as I leaned in toward it, and the urge to pull away was immediate.

I laid down, nuzzling my face against her crack. The thin fabric clinging to her legs made me sink deeper than I had wanted, which was not at all. And on top of that, her ass stank. Stale sweat and earthiness so eye-watering that it stung my nose.

She crossed her legs behind my back, trapping me with her colossal ass.
“I want to hear you sniffing.”

“You’re disgusting..” I was already on the verge of coughing with my nose between her cheeks. Her backside was so big that my back angled painfully just from trying to use it as a pillow.


PrbrbrbrBRBRBRBRBRBRPT!


To my shock and horror, Oaklyn responded by pushing out a gargantuan, bubbly fart right in my face, and I took the entire thing without processing that I should’ve moved. My nose burned from the smell of freshly digested meat & spice.

I tried to pull away, like she had offered. But her legs on my back prevented me. All I could do was angle myself in such a painful way that I had to make my back sore just to avoid the smell of death. Which yeah, I did.

I began to hack aggressively to rid my lungs of the smell, but it permeated my nasal passage. Oaklyn ignored my coughing as typed on her laptop.


PRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPT!


Somehow, an even larger fart escaped her colon. I felt it hit my neck like a gust of burning-hot air. Even without my face being between her cheeks, it somehow smelled worse than the first one.

“UGH- O-OAKLYN!” I yelled. Oaklyn acknowledged me by reaching back & grabbing my hair before pulling my head down, making my nose nestle between her cheeks again.
“MMMMMPH! MPPHHH!”

“I’m trying to concentrate.” She retorted calmly. “Luckily, I can type with one hand. But we’ll be here a LOT longer because of that.”

“Mmmph- MMMMMMPH!” I screamed, trying to turn my head. But her grip was too strong, and I didn’t want her pulling my hair any harder.


Sssssss…


Contradicting her first farts, a silent puff seeped into my nose. And somehow, it got SO much worse. This fart was utterly unholy, burning my nostrils as it entered my system. I couldn’t even scream this time; I just gagged for a minute straight.

“Please don’t get sick back there.” Oaklyn requested. “I know my farts are a little stinky, but I would totally hate to have to take my pants off because of you throwing up on them.”

“Nmph.. plmms dmnt..” I requested with teary eyes. Oaklyn shook her hips mockingly, which somehow made my nose sink deeper between her cheeks.

“I know.~” She said smugly. “Just keep sniffing my farts like a good little loser.”


I hated that I complied with her heartless demand; I drew another audible whiff through my nose, but her ass smelled so bad that it made me gag loudly. I could tell Oaklyn was smiling, even if I couldn’t see her face from my awful position.


Poooooooooooorpt


An airy fart came out after a bit of silence, once again making my breathing-space the most fickle area someone could be in. Oaklyn finally let go of my head after realizing I wasn’t pulling away. As tempted as I was to do just that, I now feared my friend too much to even try.


BrrRRrrrrRRrRRRRrrrRRpt


I shuddered as I attempted to bear her farts. I didn’t expect my friend to casually torture me today, and I looked at the front door. The desire to leave filled me, but my hands were cuffed behind my back. Even if I could run to it, she would probably just catch me and sit on my face like she said she would. I was already as unwilling as it could get; nobody could willingly sniff Oaklyn’s farts, not even the most die-hard fart fetishist could.


Poooooooooooooooooooooooorpt


Like it was no trouble, she pushed a long, bassy fart out into my face. My teary eyes clenched shut as I tried to bear it, but it was way too stinky. I pulled away and dry-heaved, and I realized that my saliva was exponentially thinner than usual.

I knew I was going to get sick, but that didn’t click with Oaklyn. She just groaned before reaching back and grabbing my hair again.

“Would it be easier for me to sit on your face?” She then asked before pulling my face between her cheeks. I screamed into her ass again.
“It’s a yes or no question.”


Then it happened. My disgust grew so profound that I vomited in my mouth, and my lips couldn’t contain it. I spilled my guts all over her ass, and I looked up to see her looking back at me.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD DUDE-” She uncrossed her legs before turning onto her side, then stood up. I fell on my side and covered my mouth before vomiting again, this time on her floor. Then again. I broke down before her while she stood up & slid her leggings down.
“Ugh- ewww, on my ass dude?”

“I- I can’t-” I couldn’t even talk due to my urges to gag. Oaklyn shook her head before tossing her leggings through the open door leading to her utility room. But with that, I looked up to see my friend’s bare legs; her privates were hidden by a tight pair of panties that malformed her fat.

My ‘friend’ approached my disheveled body before nudging me with her foot, and my tired body fell on its back. I looked up at the ceiling, and helplessly watched as she stood over me.

“You could’ve told me that you were going to get sick.” She complained with a cringe on her face.
“Oh well, we can make it more difficult for you.”

“P-Please let me go!” I pleaded, but Oaklyn squatted before kneeling. I couldn’t even sit up, lest I faceplant with her ass. Her panties were engulfed by her cheeks with ease, and I did NOT want to be between them again.
“I-I wanna go home!”

“You lost the bet.” Oaklyn responded as she reverse-straddled my chest. A feeling of claustrophobia came over me as her weight settled on my body.

She then sat the rest of the way down before scooting back. I turned my head, forcing her to sit on my cheek. Oaklyn groaned before sitting up.

“Face forward, dude.” She commanded, as if that was at all a plausible thing for someone who wanted to live to follow through with.

“Y-You’re going too far! Way too far!” I was genuinely terrified of her, but she didn’t care. She reached back and grabbed my hair again before tugging on it painfully. I tried to stomach the piercing pain in my head, but I gave up after nearly 15 seconds. With that, Oaklyn sat down.

I could barely see over her cheeks, only being able to make out the light hitting her ass. All my vocalizations were muffled by her backside, no matter how loud I was. I was bestowed a short break when Oaklyn leaned forward for a second. Even if I could turn my head, it would be futile; she wanted my nose up her ass.

She grabbed her laptop before sitting regularly again. My nose sank between her cheeks; her bare skin on my face made me shiver.


Cffffffffffffffffft


Oaklyn lit my nose up with another SBD. I drummed my heels into her floor to try to throw her off, but she was too heavy for me to remove. All I could do was bear her torture as she typed above.


Sssfffffffffffffffffffft


BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPT!


Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapt!



Prrbrbrbrbrrrbrbrbrbrrbbrrbrbrpht



PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF…




Oaklyn continued typing for another hour until finally sending her review of the game. At long last, she sat up and let me breathe. I gulped the fresh air as my nose unlodged from her butt.

“UGH-” I gasped as she stood up, setting her laptop on the coffee table.

“Ew, you puked on my floor. I forgot.” She hummed, crossing her arms. “I knew I was going too far, but I had to punish you for your confidence somehow.”

“W-What-” I whined, sitting up for the first time in ages. My back hurt from the cuffs poking into me.
“C-Can you just uncuff me? I-I wanna leave..”

“Sure.” She nonchalantly replied, then walked behind me before fiddling with the cuffs. I felt my arms hit the floor, and I used them to prop myself up.
“Hey- can you come back tomorrow?”

“W-What?” I was pissed that she even asked me that after what she put me through.

“Yeah, I have another multiplayer game to review.” She elaborated. “I could really use the help.”

“A-Are you fucking serious?” I huffed. “A-After what you just put me through?”

“I’m sorry dude.” She shrugged. “It was just a couple farts. You already knew they would stink, anyway.”


I only shook my head at her before walking to the front door, and I let myself out. As I walked to my car, I pondered if I would ever return to her house. It’s not like she paid me to help with her job. In fact, all I got from visiting her was dumb conversations with a slob. I don’t know why I even started being her friend to begin with.