Nope, Nope, Nope! I'm done!

Out of the Furnace and Straight to the Pan

The woman looked disappointed, she wasn't going to put you through more if you didn't want to. Even if she hates it, she has to say:

"Fine… Well, I'll have someone escort you out, thank you for the help anyway."

You take a moment to cough the remaining minty scent from your mouth, and then you turn and walk towards the door.

That last experience was disgusting. You fear you might be traumatized to stay in small rooms like elevators or wear helmets.

You stretch your arms a little as you walk, feeling relieved that the testing is over and feeling pretty good that you’ll be getting paid for this too.

When you arrive at the door. A sudden electric jolting sound can be heard and the door slams shut in your face, as you recoil away in surprise. More sounds of snapping and something like glass shattering makes you spin around as you see the tiled floor start to shine and move. Random tiles falling away or magically glowing in color.

"What the hell?! Huh? An electrical failure? What do you mean?"

You can hear the lady shouting orders from above you, irritation mixing with an icy cold seriousness as she does so.

There's another electrical snapping sound. And you hear a loud hiss.

One of the empty spots where a tile was starts leaking a green gas slowly.

"Ngh dammit! Hang on a second down there! I'lI fix it in a second!"

You sure hope so, covering your nose and mouth as best as you can while moving towards the edge of the room as more vacant spaces start to hiss with noxious gas.

Some are yellow, Some green, a few deep brown. And while you can’t smell it too much yet. The little you can smell, is a devilish combination already.

"Lady Zoelin! I-I can't do anything! it's locked!"

"Then unlock it! I'll send some people to open it manually!"

"But ma'am! If we just open it, the entire castle will get filled with it!"

"Follow me!"

You can't see anyone else up there, but it's probably because of the thick ass smoke that is covering everything. The voices leave you for a second.

You’re surrounded in silence now. The only company you have is the hissing of gas and the occasional electrical zapping under your feet.

The cloud of multicolour gas mixes as it rises to the ceiling… and you notice that the vents are closed tight. You can see the impending doom as the gas builds and builds above you. Like someone was lowering the roof on your head. But its a disgusting, revolting, nose melting concoction of smells slowly approaching.

Saying it smells bad doesn’t even get close to its raw stench, the sheer amount of gas in the room makes it feel hotter, like you’re being cooked in the devil's asshole. The raw stench reaches your nose. And you cough and gag as it instantly overwhelms any resistance you think you’ve built up already.

Smelling like a skunks asshole, mixed with the rotten smell of ****, the gas invades every pore in your body, forcing you to the ground as the hissing continues in the room.

Then it all stops, with a shuddering grinding sound, all the hissing vents of gas seem to close.

But now you realize a new predicament… there's only so much air in here… There's far more gas than air right now, and you'll end up breathing everything.

You try to shake shallow breaths, to try and keep the air you have for as long as you can. But you only truly realize how little is left when you immediately smell a noxious scent already.

The longer you’re trapped in this room, the worse the smell gets. More noxious, more concentrated, leaving you gagging already as you try to get fresh oxygen but only get gas instead.

Can you imagine just how many girls' farts were collected by these machines? How many asses you are smelling directly? Why did they do this? More importantly, why did you accept to do these tests anyway? Or maybe Why didn't you just stay and wait for the receptionist to arrive? But now you gotta stay there and sniff all the unholiness that was captured and released inside.

Hmm…

You notice a slightly pink wisp of gas in the mix, and your lungs heave for breath, sucking it in.

The scent gives the disgusting gas a hint of sweetness, and your vision gets surprisingly dizzy all of a sudden.

As you blink, you swear you see a giant shape in the room with you, a massive girl. With a dark black and white tail. Laughing at you. She talks slowly. And looks at you from behind massive spread cheeks of fleshy mass.

"baaahaahahaha heeey pweeettyy~ wanna hav' some moar gas?"

Her ass starts to shine a blueish light as she shakes it at you, and you can only watch in horrified silence as an even more concentrated burst of gas explodes over your face.You blink and she disappears, in place of her ass is another opening, a big blue tube that expels more rancid gas above you. And her ghostly figure looks clearer and clearer the weaker you get. Will you **** or go mad first?

You don’t know. But the rancid smell reaches your nose alongside another subtle sweet scent. Like peaches.

You feel dizzy again and hear a voice next to you… beckoning you closer.

"Heeeey come on… put your mouth in my stinky hole. I know it looks bad but trust me! You'll love it! So suuuck!"

It's a girl…. But you can’t make out her features, for only her lower body is visible. Her ass looks jiggly and thick, still steaming with gas… and you feel compelled to go over and lick it. To suck it.

You crawl towards her, putting your face into her squishy cheeks. And giving it a hard suck as she lets out a continuous stream of hissing gas into your mouth. The pressure ramps up all of sudden, making your eyes widen as you **** from the sheer amount of gas not to mention the rotten smell.

Your eyes widen, and you see that your mouth is glued to a pipe in the wall, one of the panels having moved away and revealed it.

Your consciousness starts to flicker and fade as you rip your mouth from it, coughing up the green putrid gas and being **** to smell the even thicker stench in the room as the hissing gas starts again.

Your body feels heavy. Like the gas is physically pressing down on you. But it might be a sense of weakness from having nothing but ass air to breath.

You cough, gag and shudder as your vision darkens. Trapped in a sweltering oven of hot, noxious gas from many many girls. When you are removed out of the "crime scene". You're no longer conscious and you reek of so many different farts that the girls have to wear masks to pull you out.

You learned your lesson. You'll never be a test subject to anyone. You can't afford having any mechanical toys or weird gadgets trying to destroy your brain anymore.