>>15504632Considering her abysmal diet, that would be a real death chamber.
Imagine her wrapping up a long day of streaming and flopping down on her bed. She's so exhausted that she doesn't even bother changing out of her clothes or taking shower, content to lie in a sweaty puddle of her own filth.
You're lying on the bed as well, tied up with strong black rope with your face positioned a few inches away from her fat reaper ass. She yawns and pulls over a heavy blanket, covering your world in darkness. Seconds later, she blasts a wet, droning fart straight into your face. You hear her sigh in relief from the head of the bed. The odor is beyond foul, burning your nostrils and bringing tears to your eyes. She shifts her ass a bit closer to your face and grunts, letting a few more rancid farts bubble out from between her cheeks. There's enough force behind her releases that some of the ass sweat accumulating in her crack is splashed onto your face.
The atmosphere below the covers is nothing short of hellish. With no ventilation to speak of, the air is dense, warm, and reeking of Mori's essence. Thick and muggy like a rainforest after a downpour, forcing you to practically drink down her repulsive gas on every breath. You gag and writhe against your restraints but it's a waste of energy. No one's coming to help and Mori's just getting started. She snuggles deeper into her pillow and hears a particularly loud grumble traveling down her stomach. She smiles knowing you'll be there to huff every last bit of it until the sun comes up. Eight hours to go.
