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You only began working at Cloud 9 last week and had already landed yourself on the assistant managers hitlist. Assistant managers dont typically have a hitlist, but Dina does, and anyone who's ever met her knows not to get on it.

Except you.

Admittedly, it was entirely your fault. On your first day working it hadnt taken long to catch on to Dinas short temper and need for authority and complete control over others. Watching how she'd yell in your coworkers faces for small screw ups, spit their names as if they were slurs, overall abuse her position of power, it had you feeling a familiar, fluttering, warmth in your abdomen. You'd even watched her throw a jar of marmalade, our own inventory, to the ground and shattering it just to make a point to Jonah.

You hid in the bathrooms that day to vent your frustrations. The scenes had you yearning to be on the recieving end of her "dicipline", so you'd conconted a plan.

At first you believed that just once wouldnt hurt, stock an aisle incorrectly and skip away like you hadnt just placed canned soup in "oil and spices" while in full view of one of the stores many security cameras. Cameras of which you knew Dina watched like one of her own pet hawks. It wasnt long before she stormed up to you and demanded you fixed your error, calling you all manner of names such as stupid and useless, clearly having a hard day already. Each name had you wringing your sweaty hands together in arousal of which dina mistook for guilt driven nerves before escorting you back to the scene of your crime.

That first high, however, proved to not be enough, as you began causing more and more ever so alluring problems that she just couldnt ignore, each one more problematic than the last. Before you'd even realised how out of hand it had all gotten you were ambushed in the photo booth when trying to copy some flier promoting some charity you could care less about, the chilling click of a lock sounding out behind you.

"Look at me,"

her commanding tone caused you to instinctively do as told, whipping around to face her "Dina? whats- whats up... girl?" You stutter out nervously

Dina steps closer, "drop what youre holding and hands behind your back, I want your full attention when I tell you whats gonna happen,"

After you'd done just that she continued, stepping even closer and raising her finger to your face threateningly,

"you've been fucking up the job, newbie, and frankly, I dont like it. We all know Glenn is too soft to fire you but you know what I think? I think, a simple write-up isnt enough,"

you gulp, "so uh... whats..." She cuts you off,

"I think," she steps impossibly closer till you can feel her breath on your face "I should handle you, personally, however I see fit, and let me tell you theres no Glenn or corporate that can save you now,"

Before you get the chance to ask what she means by that she grabs you by your vest and forces you to a kneel, "huh? wait Dina can you-"

"Shut up," she growls "worthless trash like you has no right to speak, you're below me, got it? And im gonna make sure you learn that,"

You watch as Dina turns around to face her massive ass at you, one cheek alone is twice the size of your head you estimate and you can already feel a puddle in your pants from the treatment youre receiving. You dont get a chance to guess what she has in store (lol) as she pulls down her jeans to her boxers and steps backwards to plant her ass firmly on your face.

"Mmh!" you jolt, your head now trapped between her massive behind and the copier behind you. Both cheeks firmly envelope your face and you are struck by both a warmth and a pungent stench at once, you whine into the fabric.

"Wow you really just slide right on in there, dont you!?" She remarks, evidently pleased, "awh is this embarrassing for you? Is being forced to sniff your superiors ass making you embarrassed?" Her faux sympathy is contrasted by the cruel way she grinds her ass back against your face, sliding your features between her cheeks.

"Well its only gonna get worse from here, so, if I were you id start begging,"

Muffled pleads can be heard as you try to apologise to the woman, hands pushing weakly at her mounds in an attempt to save your dignity, but dina clearly isnt having it as she grinds back harder than before, forcing a groan out of you.

"Wow are you really so useless you cant even grovel right?" She scoffs, "fine, here it comes,"

BBBBBBPPPRT

A massive, wet sounding, fart is blasted directly into your face, her cheeks jiggling on either side from the force and causing you to cringe back in disgust. She sighs, "phew! that was a big one, well dont think thats all I got, Ive been saving these all day in anticipation for your punishment, we'll be in here awhile," the smell hits you then, pungent and ripe, her vegan diet doing nothing to help your situation as it seemingly makes her farts even worse.

Right as you begin to recover from the assault she slides down her boxers and presses her cheeks even further into either side of your face, drowning out your sounds of protest which quickly turn into moans of pleasure, unfortunately, this isnt lost on her.

"Are you... enjoying this?" she asks incredulously.

Youre just as surprised as she is to find that you, in fact, are enjoying this. Your panties are wetter than ever and you feel high with your nose planted firmly against Dinas asshole. This is your rightful place, you think, your hands back at your sides as you accept your fate huffing this massive womans gas.

Ppbbrt

The next fart is short but no less deadly as it sputters right up against your nose, it smells terrible and you are so turned on you could cry,

"You disgust me, maybe this should be your job, huh? my cushion?" Her words are punctuated with a bounce of her ass, knocking your head against the copier behind you. She lets loose once again,

ppbr PPPPBBBBBBRRTTTT PPBbbrrt

Three rancid farts are deposited in succession straight up your nose as she commands you to sniff and you do without hesitation. Huffing it all up till the fumes dissipate and you can almost feel the twisting spirals in your eyes, wearing a dazed expression accompanied by a high pitched whine against her hole.