"I..." Ophelia stuttered, her eyes darting around the room. "It wasn't me, it was... uh... Vanessa?" 

"Vanessa?" Kali smirked. "Interesting." She took a step closer, the floorboards groaning under her weight. "There's just one problem with that. I already asked Vanessa about this... and her alibi checked out."

Ophelia's eyes went wide. The way Kali was looking at her, she knew she wasn't bluffing. 

"You know the only thing I like less than nepo babies, Kidd?" Kali's smirk became a frown. "Liars."

"K-Kali," said Ophelia, feeling cold sweat forming on her face, "I swear, I don't know anything!"

"Oh, really?" said Kali, taking another step forward and hiking down her pants. "Because I think you're hiding something. And I'm going to find out what it is."

Realizing what was happening, Ophelia tried to back away—but the Indian amazon was already upon her, her massive legs straddling her tiny frame like a colossus. "K-Kali, no!" 

"Oh, yes," said Kali, grinning as she pressed her vast cheeks into her pint-sized neighbor. "It seems like someone needs a little... motivation."

Still stuck in Ophelia's underwear, Max swallowed hard. He tried to struggle, to push away from the stinky abyss that was his classmate's ass, but his efforts were in vain. He was trapped—and now, he was about to become the unwilling audience to the most disgusting show on campus.

As she felt Kali's cheeks flex and tighten against her face, preparing to unleash a fart that could knock a horse unconscious, Ophelia winced. "P-please," she whimpered, "I'll tell you anything! Just don't-"

But it was too late. With a sound that could've blown out the windows of the house, Kali's ass cheeks parted, and a noxious cloud billowed out. Inadvertently stuck in the line of fire, Max could feel the hot, moist wind as it blasted over his giant classmate, carrying with it the scent of the abyss.

Ophelia gagged, her eyes watering as she was forced to breathe in the stench of Kali's foul flatulence. She coughed and sputtered, her hands slapping against the floor in a desperate attempt to push herself away from the monstrous ass hovering above her. But Kali's grip was firm, her thighs locked around the pint-sized goth's neck like a vice.

"Tell me," Kali demanded, her voice muffled by the thick haze of gas that filled the room. "Where is it?"

"K-Kali," Ophelia wheezed, her voice barely audible. "P-please..."

"And to think I was going to help you..." Kali said, her voice a mix of amusement and dominance. "I should've known better. You nepo babies are all the same."

"S-seriously..." Already, Ophelia knew she couldn't withstand much more of this. "I-I don't know..."

Unfortunately for her, Kali wasn't fooled. This wasn't the first time she'd pulled a stunt like this to keep one of her housemates in line—not by a long shot. She could hear the fear in her neighbor's voice and the way her body trembled. They weren't done here yet.

"Are you sure about that?" With a cruel smirk, she leaned closer, pressing her massive butt cheeks even harder into Ophelia's terrified face. "Because you're not going anywhere until you give me a better answer."

As if to demonstrate what else the pint-sized goth might be in for, she released the foulest, most potent fart imaginable. The room echoed with the sound of it, the very air around them distorting with the sheer force of its pressure. Max, trapped between Ophelia's ass cheeks, could feel the warm, moist wind as it shot out like a flamethrower. He tried to scream, but the smell was so overpowering that it took his breath away.

By now, Ophelia's nose, throat and lungs were completely filled with Kali's ass. She gagged, her body convulsing as she frantically tried to escape the toxic cloud enveloping her—but there was no arguing with the Indian amazon's powerful thighs.

"I'm waiting," said Kali, her voice still a menacing rumble. 

Ophelia's eyes darted around the room, desperation setting in. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. "I-I can't," she choked out, her voice muffled by the gas.

Kali's grin grew wider, more sadistic. "Oh, I think you can," she said, reaching a hand back to open Ophelia's mouth with her thumb and forefinger.

"K-Kali, no," Ophelia begged, feeling her neighbor's massive butt rumbling again. She knew what was coming next, and she didn't want any part of it. 

But it was too late. Kali's asshole opened up like the gates of hell, and another foul, wet blast of gas shot out, aimed directly at Ophelia's mouth. She tried to close it and turn away, but Kali's grip was like a vice, her thumb and forefinger forcing her mouth open. The foul wind filled her mouth, the taste of it coating her tongue and teeth and making her want to retch.

"Swallow," Kali ordered, her eyes gleaming with malicious pleasure. "Swallow it all."

Ophelia's eyes rolled back in her head as she choked down the foul gas, cheeks bulging, body writhing in agony, legs kicking out in a futile attempt to escape—but Kali was relentless. With her thighs pressed down on her neighbor's shoulders, she continued to fill the pint-sized goth's mouth with her noxious fumes. Even down in Ophelia's ass, Max could feel the heat from Kali's skin, the sheer power of her body as she used it to dominate the smaller girl. It was a scene of utter humiliation,.

"Tell me," Kali hissed, her breath hot and rank. "Where is the serum?"

Ophelia coughed, her throat burning from the noxious fumes. "I-I  don't know," she rasped, her voice thick with mucus. "I swear..."

Kali leaned down, her eyes boring into Ophelia's. "You really want to play it that way?" she asked, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Because I can keep this up all day."

And she meant it. For what felt like an eternity, Kali continued to unleash her toxic farts into Ophelia's open mouth, the room filling with the cacophony of her flatulence. Time stretched out, the seconds feeling like hours as the two girls remained locked in their twisted dance of power and pain.

*

"Well," said Kali, standing up and releasing Ophelia from her vice-like grip, "my tank is empty. Looks like I'll let you off the hook for now... but don't go anywhere. I'll be back after lunch."

Beneath her, the pint-sized goth coughed and sputtered, her face red and tear-stained, her mouth and nose running from the hour-long assault of foul gas she'd just endured. Meanwhile, still trapped in the wet warmth of Ophelia's underwear, Max had a brief and much-needed moment of relief.

"Hopefully next time, you're a little more forthcoming." Kali smirked. "I'll have a lot more ammunition this afternoon."

Without another word, the Indian amazon strode out of the room, her heavy boots thudding down the hallway like a drumline of doom, leaving her neighbor gasping for breath on the floor.

As Ophelia slowly regained her composure, her eyes watering and her lungs burning, she felt a strange warmth spreading through her. It started in her stomach and grew, filling her like a balloon with each shallow breath she took. It was the gas—Kali's gas, which she'd swallowed so much of. And now, it was working its way through her digestive system.

Ophelia's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was happening. The foul wind that had been trapped inside her was building up pressure, desperate to escape. She clenched her butt cheeks, trying to hold it in, but it was no use. With a sound that was almost a whimper, she felt her bowels begin to loosen.

Her stomach turned, the putrid gas from Kali's assault working its way through her system. The pressure grew, and she knew she was going to fart. It was going to be big, and it was going to be nasty. She could feel the warmth spreading through her panties, the gas escaping in a slow, painful release.

The sound was unmistakable—like a balloon slowly deflating in a puddle of mud. Down in her underwear, Max was thrown around like a ragdoll, his tiny body bobbing in the sea of gas and... other things. The smell was indescribable, a mix of rotting eggs and week-old curry that seemed to cling to the walls. Ophelia's face contorted in disgust and pain as she finally let go, her body releasing the toxic burden Kali had forced upon her.

If Max's panty prison hadn't stunk to high heaven before, it did now. At this point, the only question on his mind was how he would get out of this mess.