Samatha's Suffering
by AzazelTheFallen
(Formerly LuciferSonOfSatan)

Warning, warning, WARNING: Haha, I’m just kidding. There’s no warning. I just wanted to talk to you! You’re so pretty, and I sometimes look at you from across the room, batting my eyelashes playfully at you. That being said, this story DOES contain relatively adult material, including, but not limited to, Amazonian girls, bare behinds, girl-on-girl humiliation, farting, and toilet humor. So if you aren’t into that, it might be best if you didn’t continue reading. That being said, would you like to go on a date? I know a great place, downtown…
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"This is gonna be awesome!" Moira said, eagerly, down to hr smaller friend, Samantha. The shorter, blond girl couldn't help but heave a weak sigh and contemplate her situation for a moment, as she slipped her legs into the foam rubber legs of the horse costume she was holding.

Samantha was a small wisp of a girl, with a narrow frame, and humble figure, to say the least. On top of that, she was very short, at least compared to most of the people she knew, and especially compared to her current company, her good friend Moira. Samantha, or Sam as she assured everyone but her mom she preferred to be called, had short, blond hair, and pale skin that gave away to most people that she didn't spend a ton of time outside. Moira, on the other hand, was quite the opposite in a lot of senses. She was a dark skinned girl, with raven-black hair that hung over one side of her face in a cute swoop. She was one of the tallest PEOPLE in school, let alone students, and was more than the biggest in...other ways. Her chocolaty-brown chest and thick hips were probably the largest Sam had ever seen in real life, giving the huge, black-haired girl an Amazonian appearance that intimidated every boy in school, which had always been fine with Moira.

On that particular night, Samantha found herself in Moira's house, climbing into a horse costume. Or, more accurately, HALF of a horse costume. Being close friends with Moira, and being much smaller, weaker, and more sheepish then her, Sam had racked up more than a handful of large favors owed to the huge, dark-skinned girl, and found herself paying one back tonight, in a way that was both quite embarrassing, and, thankfully, anonymous. It was Halloween, and Moira had her sights set on dressing as a centaur, and so had eagerly and cheerfully picked up, and modified, a horse costume many weeks before the night in question, and had talked Sam's ears off about how excited she was, as well as constantly dropping not-so-subtle hints that she needed someone to fill in the back half of her costume. And so, eventually, she asked Sam to do so and, owing her quite a deal of favors, she found herself slipping the behind of the horse costume over her head, ready to have the two pieces zipped together.

"Yeah, yeah, don't remind me..." Sam grumbled, sighing. The costume she was putting on was, of course, sized for Moira's towering form, and so Sam found herself standing up straight inside the horse behind, as she lined it up with Moira's half of the costume. Moira's costume was just the bottom half of the front of a horse costume, coupled with a very skimpy elf costume, which she had left the ears off. This left her wearing a cute, green shirt with a very low cut, and leaving her midriff slightly exposed, and then from the waist down, she was a foam rubber horse. "Let's just get the costume on, and get going, okay?" Sam finished, weakly.

"Sure thing, Sam." Moira said, smiling brightly, and wiggling her half of the costume closed to Sam's, and swiftly zipping them together. Sam couldn't help but notice that the zipped on the thick costume was entirely on the outside, and being tiny, and the costume being very solid and thick, this meant that she certainly couldn't get out without being let out. However, this quickly left her thoughts, as Moira, without hesitation, began to practically run off, to get to the Halloween party she had constructed the elaborate costume for, causing same to practically sprint to keep up with the pace inside the cramped, tight interior of the horses rear.

The next half an hour of speedy walking/jogging felt like hours to Samantha, who nearly gave up three times and let herself be dragged, but in the end barely managed to keep it up. She was very glad, at that point, that the costume was so thick, because the October air was frigid and icy cold, so she was thankful for the padding, and for sharing the warmth with her large best friend, as they finally arrived at the party, which was marked to Sam only by the loud sound of heavily muffled music. As they arrived, Sam called out "Hey, Moira? Can I get some water or something?" as loud as she dared without giving herself away, but there was no response, just more eager walking. She thought she heard Moira speaking to some other people. As they came to a stop, clearly inside the house the party was in, judging by the volume of the music, Sam found herself quick cramped with the small, thick piece of cloth that was sipped in-between the two pieces of costume, and she noticed it was slightly torn at the top....and also noticed it was heavily Butt-shaped, from being firmly and forcefully pressed against Moira's overgrown butt, making her costume quite snug, even for the small girl. With no response from Moira, she just sighed, and waited for a better time to get her attention.
***
"You really like it?" Moira asked, very eagerly, smiling down at one of the various girls who had gathered near her to admire her costume. "Oh, absolutely, girl! It's awesome!" "All the boys will go crazy to see you dressed like that!" a few of the girls chimed, making the whole group, Moira included, giggle like the schoolgirls they were, as they entered the deeper areas of the house, where the party was going on.

After a few minutes of walking around and showing off, Moira made her way to one of the various refreshment tables, licking her lips eagerly. She eagerly shoveled up several mouthfuls of nachos, hot dogs, deviled eggs, and chocolate before cheerfully grabbing a couple beers, and going to seek out something fun to do, dragging her smaller friend around, carelessly.
***
Samantha sighing, heavily, her current situation getting quite unpleasant, as the next hour and a half oozed by, agonizingly slowly. The heat of the costume, which had been so comfortable when they were outside, had become a sweltering furnace after so much time being inside a warm house, walk around, and taking to people. The cloth barrier between the two costumes, which had been slightly ripped when they zipped the costume up, had started to tear more and more, although Sam could barely see a thing inside the tight horse costume.

On top of that, she also couldn't hear her very much, the majority of the sounds she heard being only in the form of muffled conversation and loud, thrumming music. Suddenly, and without any kind of warning, Moira moved to sit down, and the thin cloth barrier between the two costume halves was forced against her brown ass, and with a soft ripping sound, it was destroyed, like a beaver dam faced with a meteor, and as Sam was pulled down onto her knees, to match the sitting position, she found Moira's huge behind forced, very hard, into the back end of the costume, so that the cramped back half of the horse costume, which had been tight and cramped for the small Samantha in the first place, had every single inch filled with Moira's ass before she had even sat halfway down, so that by the time Moira actually settled down on her knees, Sam felt like the big, black girl was trying to turn her skinny, blond body into a second pair of underwear. And as she was forced, embarrassingly, into Moira's ass, she came to several realizations at once.

The first realization, in her new state of butt-hugging, was that she could barely move at all, her entire upper body forced tightly against Moira's huge, juicy bum. The second came a moment later, as she TRIED to move, her hands sliding a tiny bit around Moira's bum, where she was shocked, and deeply embarrassed, to discover that Moira had chosen not to don any pants on the inside of the costume, so she was being squished into a massive, black, PANTY-CLAD butt, on top of everything else. The third realization came when she inhaled, and suddenly realized the heat was not only affecting her, as the thick, musky, sour smell of Moira's behind gave away exactly how sweaty she was getting. The final realization sort of mad Samantha forget the first one, as she suddenly began to wriggle, struggle, and scream, but her attempts were too weak and too quiet for anyone to see or hear them outside the huge horse costume.
***
Moira burped, loudly, giggling, as she moved to sit down, wiggling her bum a little as she settled down. Despite being underage to do so, she WAS at a very popular party, so she had been drinking, and had just down her sixth beer. Being far past tipsy, despite her huge body size, she was certainly being a little bold and oblivious. On top of it all, a belly full of chili, salsa, cheese, chocolate, beer, and processed meat was not doing great things to her guts, but, being fairly drunk, she barely cared.

She had sat down because, besides her leg being quite tired from being standing so long, she had eagerly joined a game of Spin the bottle, making all the girls giggle, and all the boys tug at their collars comically and nervously, which amused the drunken giant of a girl to no end. It took only a few spins before one of the boys spun the bottle right toward the huge girl, his simple, store-bought vampire costume adding to his embarrassment as he looked over her gorgeous, skimpy centaur costume. With a bright, eager, and drunken smile, Started leaning forward across the circle of teens, to kiss the boy. Her upset belly gurgled, and as she finally leaned all the way forward, she felt her behind vibrate, as she released a long, warm fart. She nearly gasped, but managed to finish the kiss with the embarrassed, nervous boy, to a chorus of laughter, before moving to sit back down, and realized, happily, no one had heard her loud emission. After several stealthy sniffs, the drunken girl nearly laughed to find she didn't smell a thing. So, her inebriated brain quickly concluded that there was absolutely no reason NOT to release all her pent up, uncomfortable gas, and she cheerfully strained, to push out a second blast, without a single thought for her friend sharing the costume.
***
Samantha gave up struggling after four or five minutes, and just did her best not to breathe her huge friend's funky butt-smell too deeply, vowing not to do her a single favor ever again after this. After another few minutes, suddenly everything started getting worse, all at once.

Moira suddenly began to move forward, and this turned Sam's position from butt-hugging into a deep-crevice expedition, as she was forced harder and harder into Moira's behind, with nowhere for her face to go but deeper. She felt her face pushing against her panties, forcing her nose and her panties deeper into her brown behind. Then, suddenly, she went from strong discomfort and embarrassment, to absolutely torture, as Moira's behind gurgled loudly, before...

TTTHHHRrrrrrrlllllppp

Sam screamed, as the tiny, TINY amount of space and breathable air she had was polluted instantly and intensely by her huge friend suddenly breaking wind. She couldn't believe it had happened, and she finished her scream of horror and embarrassment, only to suddenly be forced to fill her lungs up, inhaling, deeply, the smell, hot air from the chubby Amazonian girl's butt, and the rancid, meaty stench of her gas tormenting the tiny girl. There was no point in struggling, as Samantha was slipped onto Moira's ass less tightly then her panties. As Moira sat back, Sam didn't even get the minor relief of going back to her PREVIOURS horrible position. Instead of moving back where she had been, Moira's ass just tightened around, her , her big, flabby cheeks devouring Sam's head, hungrily, leaving her trapped with her fart-stained panties. Suddenly, she felt Moira clenching, and nearly sobbed.

FFFFFRRRRRRRLLLLPPPPLLLlllllrrrrrrppp....
***
Moira played spin the bottle for another twenty minutes, until she had cheerfully, and Drunkenly, kissed all the boys, and almost all the girls. She continued to eagerly devour any snack food she could find, as well, and downed a few more beers, before suddenly getting the desperate desire to dance. Without warning, she stood swiftly to her feet, running off to the room everyone was dancing in, releasing several hot farts as she did. She was eager, and she was gonna dance.
***
Sam almost cried with relief, her fart-blasted face streaked with tears, but only because the smell had become so horrendous that it made her eyes water, when she felt Moira standing up, However, to her continued, tormented horror she still didn't get the freedom she was desperate for. Moira's giant bum just held her tight, even as she walked, and she was dragged along somewhere, with no choice but to remain a foot deep in Moira's reeking butt.

FFRRP, THRRLLLP FFRRRRLLT
Sam continued to be tormented by the swift, short bursts of foul digestive gases from Moira's behind as the huge girl scurried somewhere, dragging Sam along, and dragging her head a little deeper into her behind. She just prayed Moira was going somewhere quiet and still, where she might get a chance to free herself, or get the bigger girls' attention.
***
Moira licked her lips, as she stepped onto the dance floor. She barely even remembered she was wearing a costume, let alone that she had a friend inside it, so as she began to dance, she did it without really taking into account her costume. She began to grind, bump, sway, and wobble with great skill and a bit of clumsiness because of all the alcohol in her system. She flung the back legs of her costume around like they were filled with sand, ignoring them completely, panting hard as She danced. The intense motion had the combined effect of causing a LOT of gas to escape her guts, as well as stirring up the remaining food in her guts, making her digestion a lot less happy as she sloshed and bounced the slurry of garbage food and beer around in her belly, dancing wildly. And as she danced, she felt very happy and excited, and planned to keep doing so. For quite a long while.
***
Sam tried to scream and sob and desperately get her huge friend's attention, as she suddenly began to dance, but he predicted it would fail, and so was put through something that made her previous "torture" look like a day at the spa.

If Moira's behind had been a little moist from sweat before, it was now drenched, a torrent of foul, musky sweat pouring from every inch of her body, forming a waterfall down her butt, and turning Sam's head into a very pitiful, disgusted blond sponge.
FFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRLLLLPPPP!
TTTTHHHHRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLTTTP!
PPPPLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFTTT!
And the wild dancing was freeing up so much gas that Sam felt like Moira was trying to inflate the costume, but was having trouble because so much of her hot, wet, rancid gas was ending up in Sam's throat. Which she punished Sam for with even more farting.

The dancing went on with intense, horrible length, and Sam gave up after only twenty minutes. This made the next two HOURS of dancing a weak, pitiful hell for the smaller girl, who was swung around, blasted with gas, and drenched with sweat. On top of it all, although Sam didn't know it was happening until about the hour-and-a-half mark of the dancing session, Moira's underpants were slowly slipping further, and further. By the end of the dancing, the panties had slipped right out from between Moira's butt, and Sam's face, just in time for Moira to suddenly, and heavily, sit down. However, instead of sitting down on the floor like before, she had located a chair and flopped herself down into it without hesitation, smothering the tiny girl very deep in her freshly exposed behind.
***
Moira panted, heavily, and wiped sweat off her head as she moved to find a place to sit. After another few beers, during her dancing, she was smashed, and just forgot the costume entirely, sitting in a large, comfy armchair, without thinking. She wiggled around, her behind feeling a bit itchy and wet from the sweat. She clutched her belly, groaning loudly, as the amalgamation of food and alcohol in her guts had been stirred into a storm, and moved deep through her body. She decided to sit and relieve her pressure for a little while, especially since, despite farting dozens of times, she had yet to hear it, or smell a whiff, which pleased her to no end. With a soft grunt, she released an especially long gust, sighing in relief.
***
Sam felt herself become absolutely buried under Moira's ass, as she was pushed down into a chair, becoming an involuntary cushion. Moira's damp, sweat behind began to gurgle and grumble uncomfortably. She felt Moira started to wriggle, writhe, and rub her ass around, smearing her musky butt-sweat all over her face, and forcing her deeper, until her nose and mouth were plastered as far as they could go; her puckered, reeking hole. Without hesitation, she grunted, and released several long, moist blasts, at point blank range.

FFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRPP! THHHHRRRRLLLP RRRFFFFFLLLP THTHHHHHRRRRRLLLLP! FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLRRRRBBBLBLBLBLBPBLPBLPBL!

After several long farts, when Sam was truly convinced this situation could get no worse, the lat fart ended with a loud, wet sputtering, and suddenly ended with a wet, weak splatter of waste, spraying brown gunk into her mouth and nose. before she could even react to the horrendous accident, Moira was leaping to her feet, and running through the house, shouting for a bathroom, leaving Samantha to be grinded and smeared against her now-soiled hole.
***
Moira groaned with deep embarrassment after her accident, even though he knew no one noticed, and ran to the bathroom, clenching her ass as tight as she could. She felt a few more wet, dripping farts slip out of her ass, and groaned, feeling like she was gonna exploded. She quickly found the bathroom, slammed the door shut, locked it, and ran to the toilet, then did something Samantha had been begging for almost four hours; she took her costume off. She unzipped part of the front, and slipped out of the costume, sighing happily at the feeling of the cool air on her warm, sweaty legs. However, to Sam's horror, she was still far too embedded in her behind, and the drunken girl was a little too distracted to notice, before slamming her huge, soft ass down on the toilet.

Sam was absolutely drained, and suddenly found herself with her shoulders pinned to a toilet seat by two massive thighs, and her head hanging above the water, weakly, with Moira's big, soiled hole hanging an inch from her face. She took a few weak breasts, then opened her mouth to scream, but was cut off as Moira let out a long, loud moan of relief, and let loose, a long, wet blast of waste, just as Samantha opened her mouth to get her attention. The drunken Amazon leaned back on the toilet, spread her legs wide, and began to relief herself in full, blasting the girl unknowingly beneath her with what felt like gallons of chunky, rancid waste, panting loudly as she did. She leaned her head against the wall, and closed her eyes, as she let herself go, more and more.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was in hell, gargling, choking, and struggling, but she was already well past drained, so her tiny form could barely move, as she was used as a filter between the toilet, and Moira's butt. Finally, after what felt like ages, and was well over ten minutes of relieving herself, Moira stopped. Same felt waste so full in the toilet behind her that it was pushed to the back of her head, and she had swallowed more of the waste then she thought possible, her whole body feeling weakened by the experience. But with Moira done, Sam eagerly, even desperately, awaited her to stand up, trembling slightly with anticipation. Then, she heard the only sound she could fear worse than the sound of Moira's bowels gurgling; Loud, drunken snoring. Same began to whimper, and struggling under the sleeping drunk girl, and then, as if to clench it all, she DID hear Moira's bowels gurgle, as another bout of messy farts slipped out.

FFRRRRLLLLPPPPT FFHHRRRRRRLLLLTTTPPP HRRRLLLLFFFFFPPPPPTTTH!

This was going to be a very long night.