Sounds good, but I'll ask for it doubled!

The Spider Queen Rewards her Spiderling.

“You accept? Perfect. I’ll be testing this new… formula on you personally.”

The glass seems to shimmer a little, like an oil slick as the lady walks through it. Her gauntlet releases a burst of… webs? And she comes down towards you.

She lands in front of you with barely a sound, only her heels clicking on the ground being heard.

She reaches into a pouch, and pulls out a small green vial before showing it to you.

“This is a carefully created mixture of oils we’ve created in conjunction with the futsy. Rubbing it onto a hole, is supposed to enhance the scent by a multitude of factors. But we’ll be testing something different about it.”

She takes the vial, pops off its stopper, and downs its contents.

You watch her face go green, then blue in disgust. She coughs behind a fist as a small green cloud leaks from her mouth.

“Ugh. The taste can definitely be improved.”

Her body shudders. And she walks up closer to you.

“Now. As for the reward you mentioned before.”

There's a slight click, and then a splat, as you feel her webs tightly cover your mouth and binding your hands.

“I don’t know why you’d ask to be tied up and gassed by a … milf as you wrote. But I will have to do it.”

In one quick movement, she spins around and puts her ass on your face as her stomach grumbles. She doesn’t fart. She just sits on your face. Letting you smell her musky sweaty ass as she shifts slightly every now and then.

Her stomachs rumbling gets louder and sloppier as she spreads her cheeks and sits down on face. It's gentle… but her ass encompasses your entire face. Nose plastered onto her hole as she starts to smother you in her cheeks.

It's not that uncomfortable at first. Her cheeks squish and engulf your face like a warm pillow.

But then the need to breathe rears its head. You moan as you feel your lungs start to burn, trying to shift your head. But she doesn’t get up.

Your struggles get more intense, trying to dislodge the lady on your face as you feel the need for air intensify. But she still remains.

When your vision starts darkening, and your struggles start to cease. She rises. You take a deep breath.

And feel a noxious wind hit you on the face. Absolutely silent, so thick its like you’re sucking in liquid. And even more vile then anything you’ve smelt so far.

Its the scent of ****, it has to be. Your nose burns as you cough and groan under the stench. But even then, you don’t get long to breath as the lady sits back on your face mid breath. Smothering you again and filling your lungs with the scent of her hole.

You want to cough, but you know you’ll lose what air is in your lungs if you do. You struggle against the instinct, your body convulsing under her cheeks as she denies you fresh air.

When your vision darkens again, she lifts up. And a wet sounding bubble pops on the tip of your nose. Nothing leaks through her suit, but the sheer sound makes you gag before the scent hits you.

And when it does, your nose goes redder than it was before, almost glowing at the repulsive stench you’re made to breathe in.

You can hear her mutter to herself above you as you breathe in the thickened gas. Something about the oils making her gas too runny. And about how the gas feels like it's sticking to her cheeks.

There's a grunt. And she releases a loud explosion on your face. The bomb filling the air with even more thickened gas, so much you can feel it sticking to your face, an immovable haze clinging to your nose as you breathe in and out.

Each breath is torturous already. And when her ass comes down a third time. A noxious sbd leaks through her suit and right up your nose. The sheer stink makes your eyes roll back and your body go limp as you pass out.

…

…

When you wake. You find the lady on her stomach, and your nose wedged tight up her now unwrapped ass. Her cheeks shine with sweat, and you can feel them sticking to your cheeks as she shifts around.

“Hmm. So the knockout duration has increased. Or maybe that's just based on individual resistance”

She ignores your moans of disgust, and grunts as a bomb of gas dyes the air around your face with a deadly green hue. Most of it goes up your nose, and when you try to pull away, your head gets bungied back into her ass as webs keep you tightly stuck there.

You moan as your **** begins again, but this time the scent is even more deadly, more raw. She has nothing to filter the gas. So you feel each explosion on your nose. Each bubbly wet pop as her oil infused gas is squeezed through your nose and into your mouth. The smell is revolting enough, but the taste. The taste makes your tongue want to wither away from how sour it feels. But there's no escape as blast after noxious blast fills your lungs.

Some silent, some loud.

Some small, some room clearing.

All deadly.

You can’t breathe, your lungs feeling like they’ve rotted from the unending gas she spews up your nose.

You can’t hear. Only the sound of her grumbling stomach and explosive farts filling your ears.

You can’t see. Nothing more than a dark wall of flesh in sight as you’re pressed into her ass.

Your struggles fade as you start to pass out again. The gags and coughs have faded as you lose strength to do that. The only air you’ve received being her butt fumes for who knows how long.

You hear a disappointed grunt. And a long loud blast glues the gas to your face as it knocks you out once more.

Your future is bleak you imagine. A test subject under the spider queen's rotten ass. For who knows how many different gadgets and potions. Maybe you’ll be let out when they find out who you are… but who knows how broken you’ll be by then.