Gas Session!

Texas's mind raced. Gas session or Dutch oven? Both options were equally terrifying and alluring. The Dutch oven, the thought of being trapped in a bed of Roxxie’s stink, sending chills down her spine. But the gas session, the sheer power of that odor, the way it made her body tremble, the thought of it consuming her entirely - it was almost intoxicating.

"Ten...Nine...Eight..." Roxxie's voice, a playful taunt, echoed in the room. Each number was a hammer blow to Texas's already addled mind.

She glanced at the panties, a dark, wrinkled mass in Roxxie's hand. The thought of Roxxie removing them, releasing the full **** of her weapon, was both horrifying and intensely appealing.

Five...Four...Three..." Time was slipping away.

"Gas...Gas session!" Texas finally blurted out, the words tumbling out of her mouth with a mixture of desperation and exhilaration. She braced herself, anticipation building with every passing second.

Roxxie’s smile widened, her eyes shining with mischief. "You sure Texy? You want my full on gas with nothin' to stop it?"

Texas nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Two...One...Gas it up!"

With a triumphant giggle, Roxxie let loose a wave of putrid air, a volcanic eruption of stench that engulfed Texas. The weasel, caught in the blast, squeezed her eyes shut, her tiny body writhing in a symphony of disgust and pleasure.

The stench was so overwhelming that it was almost impossible to breathe. But as the initial shock subsided, a strange sensation took hold of Texas. The stench, the heat, the sheer power of it all, it was like a ****, intoxicating, addictive.

She inhaled deeply, a single, **** gasp that filled her lungs with the noxious fumes. It burned her nostrils, it stung her eyes, it made her gag, and yet, she couldn’t stop, couldn’t help herself.

The room seemed to pulse with the odor, swirling around her like a miasma. Texas felt herself getting lightheaded, her vision blurring. But she couldn't tear herself away. It was too good.

Roxxie leaned in close, her hot breath tickling Texas' ear. "Feeling that? That's me, Texy~. That's my love for you."

Texas couldn't help but whimper, her body trembling with a mix of fear and ecstasy. The smell was a potent aphrodisiac, turning her inside out and making her crave more.

Roxxie laughed, a sound like the rumble of a distant storm. "You're gonna be my little gas addict, Tex. You'll be coming back for more, begging for my stink."

"G-Gas Addict...? Ass Addict?" Texas asked, "I-I don't know..."

"Don't worry...~ You'll love it~"