Weight Gain and Vore Fanfics Because I'm Extremely Horny

Story 17: To Gas a Mother

The air grew narrow and cold. A pin drop would sound like a bomb exploding into millions of tiny shrapnel that float and hang in the thicker air than what was had here. It was the spookiest day of the spookiest month, and Lila, a mother whose son is quite fond of this time of year, has been left to her whits against this returning threat. Years ago, there had been a cannibalistic serial killer out on the loose, and he had arrived at her home. Thankfully, the police were able to stow him away; they couldn't keep him away, though. He'd escaped and came right back to her, like a world-traveling boomerang. The man, Bob Velseb had adorned his recognizable, yet simple devil costume with a burgundy turtleneck sweater and tight black pants set to burst soon; as he had a meal of some snobby up-tight mother before. Her meat, however, was tainted with some vile pestilence that riddled and perplexed his intestines more than they did usually. He needed a seat, and soon. Bob was lucky tonight, as he had found a purple cushion by the name of Lila to make submit into lethal fume inhalation.

Lila dashed towards the white couch, panicking and shaking, as she was trying to call for help. Bob overheard this, so he quickly took advantage of her frail ability to control herself. Pathetic, almost as if she was just a weak couch pillow that would flatten upon being sat on. Perfect, it was. And, as if inspiration struck him down like a rod of lightning, Velseb grabbed Lila by her purple shirt and dropped her onto the couch. Lila was still panicking; she began to panic even more, when her phone was broken on the floor because of his insane grip on objects. She looked up, and saw two hulking cheeks wriggle above her before they promptly squashed her face with a swift *FWOMP!*

"Did you know that the human body contains 126,000 calories of meat, which in turn, causes extreme indigestion and immense, almost even lethal flatulence?~" Bob teased as he sunk his plump rear further into his cushion. He was telling her what was to come, but at first, Lila didn't believe it. A reassuringly bassy groan from his oversized belly would surely convince her though.
*GWWWGRRRRRMMMMGHHHHHBBBLLLBPPLLRRRTPPPPT!*
A monstrously loud bubbly gurgle reminded her of what was to come shortly. Lila began to uncontrollably hyperventilate at the thought, which was already wasting the limited amount of oxygen she had. Bob's hole tightened up, awaiting the first explosive blast that would surely rip his pants. The seconds ticked; Lila's heart kept beating rapidly. And then, the house rumbles.

*FFFFLLLLMMMMRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTT!~*
Lila winced and almost cried from the odor alone. Bob's hairy cheeks flattened out across her face, his hair trapping the rotten stench from the massive fart. His pants had ripped slightly, but that would change soon. Bob started to use Lila as a fart cushion, her face, and hair entrapping the human flesh smell. Her eyes began to water and her hair became ratty. She almost felt like throwing up from how diabolical the stench is.

Eventually, Bob shuffles off his pants, his undies being stained slightly green with them being drenched in sweat too. Bob continued his explosive fart torture session, much to the dismay of the choking Lila who swallowed her vomit and almost threw it up again. Although he did stop for a moment,  but just so Lila could swallow her puke.

Bob then takes off his underwear and shoves his gaping asshole right into her mouth. Lila couldn't take this anymore. She would've loved to just have a limb taken off of her and have it not drawn out so much. Anything was better than this. He geared up for another blast, this one being the worst that would surely keep Lila under for a while. Lila cried, gasping for air which was musky and smelled like the most rotten stench imaginable. She wish she could stop breathing, she just wanted to sleep for a long while and forget about all of this.

She couldn't do it. She wasn't strong enough. The air grew tense and rough, full of the aroma of rotten human flesh and musk. Bob let loose one last time inside Lila's mouth.

*FFFFFLLLLLMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRTMMLLLLLLLLPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!!!!!~*
That one did it. Lila's brain shut down. Her lungs stopped. All of the vomit in her stomach, and anything left in it spewed out onto her. Bob had lifted himself off of her after he ripped that monstrous twister of twisted, sickening wind. Lila had succumbed to the lack of air and fell into a coma; her brain fogged and sustained permanent damage. Lila was washed off before being set on the couch like nothing happened. The awful stench still reverberated across the house, giving the house a heinous aura that people had to return to. Bob had learned to always clean the meat before eating it to check for whatever vile bugs lay in it. Or, maybe not, as he would certainly love to do this again~.