Snuffed Out Chapter 2

Light returned to me as I fell.  It was like being woken up from a coma.  Minutes had become hours, hours became days.  I honestly had no idea how long I had been trapped in the fleshy prison of this immensely fat girl's bosom.  I barely had the wherewithal to remember how I had even gotten here, what events transpired to lead me to my doom.  I was waking up fresh from a nightmare.  But was I falling into reality, or back into another nightmare, a real one?

My back slammed onto a blue tarp, the wind shooting out of my lungs.  I tried opening my eyes fully, but it was far too bright.  My eyes were practically nocturnal at this point; I was more cave dweller than man.  I could tell I was outside, which was already very different from my time in confinement.  Helen did not venture outdoors much, if at all, as far as I could tell.

I struggled to get up, still blind, but the strength in my body had not yet returned.  I was weak, weak beyond comprehension.  I had survived only on crumbs and liquids that fell between Helen’s breasts and didn’t get stuck in my hair.  It was more than you’d think, and more than should be possible, but not enough to keep a grown man such as myself fully functional.

“Look at him, Helen,” came the frail woman’s voice.  “He’s so pathetic, isn’t he?  Look at him wriggle around on the ground.  He’s a worm.”  In my extended nightmare between Helen’s breasts, I recall hearing her voice constantly.  I didn’t even know what Helen sounded like, or if she even spoke at all.  But that old woman was enough for me to hate.  She was the worst human I had ever met.  I hated her.  “Take his pants off, he’s filthy.”

I felt my jeans being ripped off of my body.  I forgot I was fully clothed.  Nothing mattered in prison.  Helen was especially thorough; she stripped me of my underwear in the same motion, my naken little body being revealed to the world and there was nothing I could do.  Next came my shirt.  My vision was slowly coming back to me.  I could see the the light, then the light fade while the shirt came off, then the light again.  And colors.  I could see Helen’s blonde hair.  She must have been bent over me.  The sunlight burned my vampiric body, nothing serious, but noticeable.

A rush of cold sprayed into me.  The frail woman must have been hosing me off.  My body jolted, as best it could, but the most I could do was through my shoulders.  Nothing really moved.  Water was seeping into my mouth, nose and eyes, and I couldn’t wipe it away, no matter how I tried.  My body was just not moving.

“Use his face to wipe out that big pussy of yours, Helen!” I heard her yell.  A massive glob of fat flesh plastered itself on my face.  It became evident that Helen was completely naked, and was now sitting, crotch first, on my motionless face.  My vision became dark.  Helen’s massive hand gripped the back of my head and rubbed my face into her moist pouch.  It smelled awful and I kept losing my breath.  Her vagina was so big my entire face kept getting stuck in it, cutting off all oxygen from the outside.  Water from the hose was splashing onto her, then in turn dripping on to me.

“Clean your tits, Helen.  Get under them, you know how sweaty it gets under there!”  She lifted my head out of her crotch and brought it up to her tits.  Now I was starting to see a lot better, even though it was about to go dark again.  She lifted one of her huge tits and pressed my head into it.  Once in, she brushed me back and forth, using my hair like a brush.  After doing the first one, she used me for the second one.  I was able to get out a groan as she used me like a rag.

“He’s starting to make some noises, let’s get him inside.”  In one motion, she scooped me up over her shoulder and carried me back inside.  As my vision returned, I stared at her giant wobbly as, which stuck out from behind her like a shelf.  Her grip around my body was tight, and I wasn’t worried about falling, but if I did I would probably land on her ass and be okay.  My arms and legs hung limp on either side of Helen as she marched inside.  Resting on her was like laying down on a massive hunk of beef; I couldn’t feel any bones in her, she had so much fat cushioning every portion of her body.  I was surprised she could even walk.

She carried me through the backdoor, then found her way into a bedroom.  The bed was pink and the walls were pink.  Everything had a very girly vibe to it.  This couldn’t have been the Frail Woman’s room.  It must have been Helen’s room.  There was no mistaking it.  She felt right at home.  With a careless toss, she dropped me on her bed.  Finally, I saw her in all her glory.  Her massive breasts fell in front of me, the breasts that had imprisoned me for god knows how long.  They were so swollen, with her engorged nipples bulging forward.  Her areolas were like small plates.  Her mother appeared to her side.  She was probably behind her the whole time, but she was blocked out.

“Helen, put this on,” she commanded.  She was holding a massive pink dress.  It looked more like a bed sheet than something a human would wear.  It didn’t take long for Helen to put on her dress, but I couldn’t help but notice her mother had opted out of her wearing any underwear.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.  Then came a knock.  Then came a voice.  “Police, we need to talk to you!”  It was a man’s voice.  I was saved!  Someone was finally here looking for me!

The frail woman looked at Helen with a stern look.  They each nodded to each other.  “Coming!” the Frail Woman said.  She left the room.  Just then, Helen grabbed my body and turned me around, so my head was closest to the door and my body faced away.  I heard his voice from afar.  “We’ve had a disappearance in the area, and we were hoping to…” I could hear them talking very faintly, but I wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity.  I summoned all of the strength that I had in my body and attempted a scream.  But just as I was about to let it out, Helen plopped on top of me with her gigantic ass.  She wasn’t wearing any underwear, so when she landed on me, my nose went straight up her crack.  Thank Christ she had just recently showered because it smelled bad, but I knew just how much worse it could get.  It was so warm and moist down there, up there, however you describe being trapped in an ass, that it was like being in a heated cave.  I tried to squirm but I was still unable to move.  Not that I could do much to get this cow off of me anyways.

I could hear them chatting, and I could hear it coming closer.  My face was sweating as her fat ass rubbed against it.  Yes, they were now standing in the doorway.  He was asking Helen a question.  I could only barely make it out.  “Do you hear me, young lady?”  She was clearly not responding.

“Do you understand me?” he asked again, sternly.  Things could get ugly, but unfortunately it was the wrong kind.  I don’t know if she was nervous, I don’t know if she had impressive control of her bodily functions, and I don’t know if she even knew what she was doing, but she ripped out a huge fart.  A blast of hot air shattered my face, and, to my horror, it wasn’t just air.  Globules of shit came out, splattering my face and everything else it could splatter against.  The smell was enough to make me wish I was dead.  I was now actively choosing not to breathe, which I knew would kill me, and I would be okay with that.

Fortunately, I wouldn’t have to wait long.  “Ugh… I hate my job.  Look, I’ll take your word for it Ma’am.  Have a nice afternoon.”  And just like that, he was gone.  My hopes of getting out of here dashed.  And all I had to show for it was a face covered in a fat girl’s shit.  And then she stood back up

“Get up Helen!” the Frail Woman yelled.  I saw light.  The frail woman grabbed my shoulder, and with surprising strength, rolled me off the bed.  I hit the ground with a thud.  She then began freaking out over the mess Helen left on the bed.  She scolded her.  While they had their backs turned, I reached my hand up to my face to wipe off the shit.  Then it hit me; I had control of my hand!  I decided to wait until the right moment to take advantage of my newly gained mobility.

“Helen, go to the laundry room, get one of those rags, and wipe your ass, now!  I’ll clean this shit up.  You are so stupid sometimes, do you know that?”  Helen, stoic as ever, left the room.  Now I was alone, with the Frail Woman.  I had to take into account that I was still probably at reduced strength, so I needed to wait for the right moment to jump.  “I have to clean these damn bedsheets now…” she muttered to herself.  She began collecting all of the bedding, including the pillows.  She was sure to fold them so the poop didn’t touch her.  Finally, she amassed everything, holding a big pile of linen she could barely see over.

I pounced.  I leapt to my feet and tackled her in the front, knocking the sheets and pillowcases on top of her.  It was a strategic decision, since it would at least temporarily muffle her.  I had to act quickly; Helen could crush me easily, especially in my weakened state.  Adrenaline was now coursing through my blood.  I looked through the doorway, and to my horror, it was an empty but long hallway.  This was no good.  I wouldn’t be able to get past Helen.  I looked back in her room and noticed she had a window.  That could work.

I jumped over the Frail Woman and started turning the knob thing to get the window open.  It was slow going, but I figured it would work.  I was wrong.  I felt a hand grab my hair.  I looked back as far as I could to see the Frail Woman’s shit covered face.  She was pissed.  “You stupid son of a bitch!”  She headbutted me, sending me sprawling against the wall and she backed up to the bed to recompose herself.  For an older woman, she was surprisingly strong.  Or just a crazy bitch, who knows?

She charged forward, tackling me to the ground.  I was now rolling around naked on the floor with an old lady, both of our faces covered in her fat daughter’s shit.  She eventually pinned me to the ground.  I would like to say that if I wasn’t so weak, I would have easily won this.  I would like to.  She let go of my hands and stuck down as hard as she could in a hammer motion with both of her fists, but this gave me a moment to dodge.  Fully committed, her hands hit the floor hard.  “Fuck!” she yelled.  I was able to shove her off of me and run, but I didn’t get more than a step before she got up and caught me in a headlock. Thank god it was her and not Helen, as this could rip my head clean off.  She was just a bony old woman however, and it was actually refreshing that she had no tits.  We were both breathing heavy, almost at a standstill.  I saw the sheets on the ground.  She saw that I saw them, and squeezed her headlock tighter.  Using every bit of strength I could muster, I grabbed the shit covered sheet, then aimed for her face.

“NO!” she yelled, which was a huge mistake.  The sheet aimed for her face was now plopped into her mouth.  If this was a cartoon, her face would have turned green with the disgusting way she was gagging.  I could only imagine how bad this sheet tasted, though I could guess based on experience prior.  I held her jaw in place, and she couldn’t fight back.  Eventually she cried and stopped kicking.  I let her go and went back to the window.

I finally got it open and tried to make my escape, but unfortunately, a fat hand wrapped around the back of my neck.  Helen had returned at the worst time.  She stoically lifted me off the ground with ease.  I flailed as best I could, but there was no escape.  The Frail Woman gasped on the floor.  “Helen… ack… put the sheet… ack… in his mouth.  NOW!”  She bent down and grabbed the shit covered sheet, then put it up near my mouth.  I refused to open my mouth.  She motioned it towards my mouth again, but I shook my head.

She threw me onto her bed, and before I could scramble up and try to evade her, she lurched on top of me, pinning my back to the bed.  I remained steadfast in not opening my mouth, but she didn’t seem dissuaded.  She was now mounted on top of me, and her fat cunt was jammed into my cock.  She sat upright and pulled on the sheet so now it was tight and long.  She looked down on me with almost a smile.  I could barely see her face with how far her tits bulged from her pink dress.  She moved the sheet down and wrapped it around my neck.  I tried fighting back with my hands, but they had no effect.  Helen was far too strong, and I was far too weak.  Even at full strength, I doubted I could do anything to this monster.  I was completely in her control.

With the shit covered sheet around my neck, she lightly squeezed.  It clenched on my throat, and I was now immediately unable to breathe.  But I didn’t want to open my mouth because she would put it in my mouth.  I clutched on the sheet but couldn’t get it loose.  I don’t know if it was the tightening around my throat or her heavy thighs pushing down on me, or even the warmth of her pussy on my crotch, but my cock was now alive and hard.  It was all under her dress, so it wasn’t visible.  I could see her face growing flustered.  She must have been turned on.  She tightened the sheet again.  The pain was growing, and I was struggling to keep my mouth shut.  I didn’t really know how I would get out of this, but I wasn’t willing to get out.

My cock slipped into her pussy.  Helen bit her lip and lightened her grip on the sheets just a bit, giving me a small bit of breathing room.  I was still trapped underneath her, but at least I could attempt to get the sheet off of me.  She squirmed a bit, which my cock absolutely loved.

“Helen!” the Frail Woman yelled.  “What the fuck are you doing!  Choke him!”  Helen seemed to snap out of a trance and pulled the sheets again, this time harder than before.  I thrust my cock hard into her, or at least as hard as a guy as small as I was versus a woman as big as she could thrust.  Her knees were now gently bouncing on the bed.  Her dumb eyes were now staring directly into mine, which were going to bulge out of my head.  Not only was I out of oxygen, the pain was now unbearable.  I couldn’t tell if it was a look of sexuality or a look of malice, and it could have been both, but I knew my fight was over.  Her giant breasts jutted out in my face, both turning me on and reminding me that I was her prisoner, forever and always.

She reared back and ripped again, this time breaking me.  I screamed, cumming at the same time.  I shot a load deep into her.  “Helen, shove that sheet into his mouth!”  Helen grabbed the sheet and pummeled my mouth with it.  The taste of her shit overloaded my senses, and I gagged, though nothing came out.   It was painful and humiliating.  Tears streamed down my face.  She didn’t care.  Nobody did.

After about five minutes of pure, disgusting torture, she let me go, still mounting me.  Her flustered face was actually breathing heavily.   I had never seen her like this, and being trapped with her for so long, I had never felt her breathe like this either.

The Frail Woman was not happy.  “Back in your tits he goes!” she commanded.  “I don’t care if his face is covered in shit.  That’s what this pussy boy deserves.”  She was now actively wiping shit from her face and spitting on the floor.  She was an absolute wreck at this point.

The familiar process of putting on a bra and strapping me in took place, and the return to prison was both calming and dreadful.  That was my big chance for escape.  And I failed.  I was back with Helen, probably until my death within her bosom.  At the end of the process, just like last time, my head poked out from her long stretch of cleavage.

“Helen… please…” I begged.

She looked down at me and spit on my face.  At first I thought it was out of disrespect, because why wouldn’t it be, but then she wiped off some of the shit from my face.  She gave me a sly wink.  That was new…  Then she pressed my head down and the light disappeared.  Back in I went.