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Under the Weight
Phoebe had always been a meek and frail girl, one with barely a presence even amongst small gatherings. To her, being pushed around was practically a daily occurrence, and today was the day she had decided that she had had enough. She needed to get stronger, so today she had decided to take a trip to the gym. Not wanting to find herself surrounded by a bunch of sweaty strangers, she decided to make her visit during the gym’s off hours. Essentially, this gave her the whole gym to herself. It was a surprisingly peaceful experience in fact. After some consideration, as well as some proper stretches, Phoebe decided to start out with the bench press machine. Unfortunately, despite all of her caution, Phoebe somehow managed to misjudge the weight of the barbell set up at the machine, and so one thing led to another and eventually the small girl found herself pinned under an unliftable weight that was barely an inch away from crushing her neck. While lifting the weight obviously wasn’t an option for the weak girl, she thought that maybe she could slip out from under it but no matter how she turned her head she couldn’t squeeze her way out. Although she didn’t want to resort to doing so, Phoebe had no choice but to call out for help. “Hello? Anyone there? I need a little help here.” She attempted to call out, though struggling to muster up the strength to really raise her voice her cries went unheard by the few other attendants at the gym. It was clear that she was going to be stuck there for a while. After about a half hour of waiting, along came Cammie. Cammie was a regular visitor to the gym, and it really showed. Based on her curvy yet toned physique, Phoebe figured that this woman would surely be able to help her out of the bind she found herself in. “Uh, miss? Can you take a second to help me out?” Phoebe asked, only to receive no response from the larger woman, as unbeknownst to Phoebe she had earbuds on. Instead, Cammie went along with her routine, which unfortunately placed Phoebe right behind her. “Uh, what are you-” Phoebe attempted to ask as Cammie’s large gym shorts-covered rear loomed over her head, only to be interrupted as said rear came hurling down onto Phoebe’s face until the meek girl found her entire head engulfed by Cammie’s squishy ass. As it turned out, Cammie’s workout routine started out with squats, and Phoebe was in the worst possible position to deal with this exercise. Cammie’s ass rose off of Phoebe’s face, giving her a little breathing time until it came right back down to smother her seconds later. It was a miserable cycle that only got worse as Cammie continued to work up a sweat. After about fifty squats, Cammie sat down, unknowingly smothering the weaker girl under her sweaty ass. Failing to notice Phoebe’s muffled screams coming from beneath her, the woman simply chugged down her protein drink. “Alright, now to kick things up a notch.” Cammie said as she grabbed a barbell, which was significantly heavier than the one Phoebe had been struggling with, before going back to squatting over Phoebe’s face. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! Unfortunately for Phoebe, the combination of Cammie’s protein drink and the added strain of her heavy barbell led to her letting out a powerful fart which immediately assaulted Phoebe’s nose. Out of embarrassment, Cammie sat back down for a moment and looked around the gym to check if anyone else was around, once again smothering Phoebe under her now significantly smellier ass. “Phew, looks like I’m all alone here.” Cammie said to herself upon reaching the wrong conclusion that she was the only one at the gym, once again failing to notice Phoebe’s cries of desperation. Once she reached this supposed realization, Cammie went back to her exercise. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPP PPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB BPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!! Now significantly gassier, Cammie practically let out a fart upon every lift, following each of these farts by dropping her ass back down onto Phoebe’s vulnerable face. “Please... stop...” Phoebe meekly begged as she struggled to breathe through the stench, despite knowing her cries would continue to go unheard by the unaware weightlifter. Eventually however, Cammie had finished her squats. As she walked away, Phoebe felt a sense of relief, assuming that her suffering was finally coming to an end. Unfortunately, things were only about to get worse for poor Phoebe, as after about a minute Cammie came back with a pair of dumbbells in hand and without hesitation sat right back down onto Phoebe’s waiting face. Immediately, Phoebe let out what should have been a blood curdling scream out of both frustration and fear, but of course it was completely absorbed by Cammie’s ass meat. As it turned out, Cammie was not finished with her exercises. Instead she had moved on to working out her arms, remaining firmly seated on top of Phoebe’s face in the process. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! Much to the dismay of Phoebe, Cammie wasn’t even close to being out of gas, and with Cammy’s ass now completely smothering the much weaker girl’s face, poor Phoebe had no choice but to breathe each and every burst of gas that entered her nose. In contrast, Cammie herself could barely smell a thing. As it turned out, Phoebe’s face made for the perfect fart filter. To her, it was almost refreshing being able to lift weights without having to worry about stinking up her area with her typically awful gas. She was completely oblivious to the fact that she was relieving herself at the expense of someone else. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! As a result of her not having to worry about embarrassing herself from her usual gassiness, Cammie’s workout carried on longer than her typical routine. Eventually however she felt satisfied with her workout. “Ah, another productive workout.” Cammie said to herself as she got up and left. While she left her spot, the oblivious gymnast didn’t even bother looking back at the machine, as well as the girl, that she had spent the last few hours ripping ass onto over the course of her workout routine. Now left alone still stuck under the barbell that held her in place for the whole experience, Phoebe could do little more but sob to herself as she remained trapped with the lingering stench of Cammie’s gas, wishing that she had done a better job choosing her weight or had simply stayed at home. |
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