[I do not own any characters. I am trying my hand at fetish stuff, and this is what I cane up with.]
There is no specific character for the "She" in this. I didn't really want to create one, and everything on this engine can't be in second person, my original plan.
(She is placed in an airtight crate full of assorted baked goods, and is being shipped to Alaska. There are small gaps, barely letting you get a fresh oxygen supply, but keeping you alive. A large golden retriever named Budderball, lays next to her)
"Man..." Budderball groans as he lay on the hard wooden floor next to her. "Are ya sure we can't eat any? They just smell so good!" He licks his lips. She gives a disapproving stern look, and he goes back to laying uncomfortably. Twenty minutes later, Budderball perks up. "I can't resist this anymore" he yelps as he dives with what little room they have headfirst into the consumables. He immediately starts unwrapping a baked burrito, a common delicacy. He shoves it into his mouth in two bites, and proceeds to swallow. He continues this process until only a few goods are left between you two. She can only roll her eyes in disgust at his animal-like behavior. Eventually, he starts to feel drowsy and cuddles up against her on the side of the crate, and she has to give in. Pretty soon, they both lay asleep in the crate peacefully.
She wakes up alarmed, as a strange gurgling noise filled the crate. Budderball, awake and visibly uncomfortable, was pulsing. His stomach only grew louder. "I... I don't feel so good..." he says in pain. His eyes are closed and his teeth clenched. He is still brushed next to her, but is leaning in the opposite direction. She looks for air holes, or any sort of gap in the crate, but their are none. It slowly dawns on her what is about to happen, and she shudders. Budderball's stomach has only become more aggressive, growling louder and more wet by the minute. "I'm trying to hold it." Budderball gasps, at the sheer amount of pressure placed in his stomach. She tries not to jostle him around, as she searches for any sort of vent. By now Budderball is wincing, almost ready to expel the deadly fumes he had spent the last hour digesting. He turns to the side, close his eyes and grunts. His tail rises up. Suddenly, a bright orange cloud explodes out from behind him, and begins to fill the air. He opens his eyes, obviously relieved, and pants, out of breathe. The smell hits her like a bullet- She'd never smelt anything like it. She gags, and begins to search for any sort of way to stop the constantly growing aroma from spreading. Budderball, then curls up beside her, not at all bothered by the noxious gas he expelled. She looks towards him, and passes out.