Komomo stinkfaces you

"Ah Well~ If you want to lose so bad..." Komomo turned around, her dark red panties struggling to keep her fat ass from breaking them. She removed the two straps on her outfit, causing her ass to look even bigger. "Just wanted to adjust!" Komomo's big peach then crashed down on your face, the **** of which threatened to break a bone or two. Your head slammed against the Ring corner, as her massive weight pinned you against the corner of the ring, nose stuck right between her plump pale cheeks. A faint smell came to your nose, the smell of Komomo's personal musk was already getting to you. The larger wrestler shook herself on top of your face, swishing your face between her cheeks and grinding more and more of her sweat and stench all over you.

"Don't worry, that's just the warm-up~"Komomo spent the next minute swishing you between her cheeks, a small and damp sweat stain forming across the thin line where her panties were. The wettest and grossest spot was closest to your nose, it's vile musk entering your lungs bit by bit. Every second that went by sniffing Komomo's fat disgusting rear felt like hours, the crowd watching with rapt attention your downfall and humiliation by the famous peach wrestler. Komomo suddenly stopped, her stomach beginning to gurgle loudly.

"Mmm! Now I can really let out some big ones~" Your body already was feeling weak from the stinkface, your hands frantically slapped at Komomo's thighs and gripped them, **** to fight her and throw her off of you. "Yes! Keep Fighting! Suffer~" Unfortunately, you were just a basic bitch. Your hands lacked the strength to push Komomo's smelly ass away from you. Each push and shove became weaker, the smell of her ass doing most of the work. "Oh dear. Don't tell me your giving up already. If your not gonna try harder..."

PFFFFFFFFFFT!

The pungent smell stabbed at your lungs, filling them with Komomo's gross gas. You squealed out in disgust at the smell of her fart, feebily trying again to push against her massive rear. Her large plush peach spelled your doom, your hands not even budging her. You locked your hands weakly on each cheek, trying with all your might to get her off of you. She smiled at your suffering, the sounds of cameras clicking and capturing Komomo's humiliation of you in the highest quality they could. "Yes~ Don't give in so easily. More. I wanna hear you suffer!" Komomo pressed more of her weight against your face, sitting down flat and pushing you hard against the corner of the ring. Her massive peach flattened you, threatening to squash you to nothing. Your mouth began to taste the same gross musk your nose was acquainted with. It's raunchy and sour taste burning your lips and forcing you to gag.

PFFFFFT!

PRrRrRrRrRT!!!

Right as you opened your mouth, a burst of farts blew out from Komomo's peach, forcing their way into your mouth. Your cheeks began to inflate from the gross gas, forcing you to swallow it and deal with it in your stomach. You cried out, **** to surrender and just let Komomo take the win for tonight. No amount of money was worth being farted on and stunk up like this, but there was just one problem. Nobody could hear you, and Komomo had you right in the palm of her hand. The crowd didn't want to see you give up so easily, they wanted to see you suffer and get ruined by her disgusting tricks.

You tried to cry out for help, that you were giving up. Your hand frantically slapped at Komomo's thigh to signal you were tapping out. Those weak cries of suffering and for mercy were nothing but music to Komomo's ears, the thick wrestler smirked at every minute of your suffering. She proceeded to keep pumping more and more gross gas down your throat and nose for the crowd's entertainment. Your senses drowned in a sea of Komomo's gross ass and gas, endlessly as a few minutes began to feel like a few hours. Your body weakly twitched, attempting to fight back, but it was already too late. Your vision began to turn black, the gas clouds overwhelming you.

Just then, Komomo pulled away from your face. She turned around and bent over in front of you, her breasts just as big as her ass. With the most innocent expression on her face she asked you, "Wanna tap out? I'll let you since it's your first time~" You didn't respond to her, too busy taking in as much air as you could. You bobbed your head up and down, not wanting to waste a single second of this. It was finally over, no more of Komomo's big farts on your face. Komomo extended her hand to you in a gesture of good will to help you stand back-up. This wasn't so bad, who knew such a stinker could be so nice?

You reached out weakly, and took her hand. Komomo kept the same smile, tightening her grip on your waist. She then turned around and slammed her ass back down on your face, reaching and gripping tightly your other hand. "Now you can't slap around! You thought I was gonna let you off like that? It's much more fun to give you hope and take it all away~"

BRrRRRRRRRRrRRRrRFRRtt!!!!

"Yep! Just have you struggle and cry for me to stop~" Komomo resumed her gassing, letting out even larger gas than before. Despite all the air you inhaled, almost all of it was replaced with the first of Komomo's farts. You gagged loudly, **** on it beneath Komomo. "See! I needed you to take some deep breaths, know why? So you'd last way longer and take the rest of these farts~"

PFFT!

PRrRT!

FfFfFt!!!

A few lighter and not as bad farts came out of Komomo's ass, each one punching your sense of smell and ruining it. There was no way you'd forget the smell of her ass for days, maybe even weeks! "Before I forget, I'm not letting any big ones on you any more. Your such a weakling, I'll take it nice and slow~"

BFFFFT!

You kept your mouth closed in defiance of Komomo, each fart burning your nose and senses. "Ah ah ah! Let's see you swallow them~" Komomo raised her foot, bringing it down against your stomach. The **** of this made you open your mouth big and wide, the wrestler keeping her foot on your stomach painfully. "Sorry, can't have you closing it too soon!" Adjusting herself, Komomo began to let out more and more of her light farts right on top of your tongue.

PFFFT!

PRrRrRrRT!

BFfFfFft!

Each fart burned and stung your tongue, the bitter and rancid taste making it swish around **** to not taste Komomo's farts any more. She took her damn sweet time with you, sitting on your face for the next several minutes and making you swallow each soft fart. Your body gave in, your vision fading to black as Komomo knocked you out, dragging it out as much as she could. The peach wrestler lifted her butt off your face, revealing your fart and musk covered body slumped against the ring corner. Your mouth laid open, breath reeking of the smell of her farts.

"Mmm.... It's a shame you didn't last too long. Oh welll~"

bffffFfFfFfFff!!!!

Tonight you were the biggest loser, easily defeated by Komomo's signature hip attack.