Marco Diaz, an ordinary boy whose life took a fantastical turn when he became friends with an interdimensional princess. Little did he know that his playful exploration of her magical scissors would spark the ire of a captivating enchantress named Hekapoo. She devised a challenge, a grueling test of endurance in the neverzone, where he had to conquer countless clones of herself to reclaim his coveted pair of scissors. Little did he realize that this challenge would stretch across years, testing his mettle and resolve.
"So, Marco, are you truly prepared for me?" Hekapoo taunted, her voice laced with an intoxicating mix of mischief and confidence.
Marco, now a seasoned adult traversing alternate dimensions, met her challenge head-on. "You already know the answer, Hekapoo," he replied, a smirk dancing across his face. "I've vanquished many of your clones already. It's time for you to concede defeat."
Hekapoo scoffed, refusing to back down. "As if! Come at me, Marco. I'm more than ready for your best shot."
Marco's confidence soared, bolstered by his impressive record of triumphs against her replicas. But little did he realize that this time, Hekapoo had devised a cunning plan. Concealing her allies with extraordinary skill, two additional Hekapoo clones emerged from the shadows, catching him off guard. They swiftly seized him, their presence masked until the opportune moment.
"What in the realms...? Where did you two come from?" Marco exclaimed, taken aback as the clones tightened their grip on him.
"You left yourself wide open, Diaz," the first clone taunted, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. She tossed a handful of shimmering purple dust towards his face.
"Argh! My eyes!" Marco groaned, his vision temporarily impaired by the mysterious substance.
A second clone approached him, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Isn't it incredible, Marco? After all these years of evading us, your arrogance became our key to victory."
The third clone chimed in, adding to the torment. "Oh, the lengths we've gone to remain hidden from your relentless pursuit. The stress we've endured is indescribable."
Marco coughed, his strength waning as he fell to his knees. "W-What have you done?" he managed to stammer, his voice weak and tremulous.
Releasing their hold on him, the first clone sauntered closer, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Consider it a small anesthetic, just enough to weaken you. We wouldn't want you escaping or putting up much of a fight anymore."
"And don't worry, dear Marco, we won't be leaving you here," the second clone reassured him, a hint of playful malice in her voice.
Marco, his courage flickering amidst his vulnerability, mustered the strength to challenge them. "So, you plan to abandon me after all this? Cowards! You can't handle a mere human who's learned to deal with your tricks."
"Who said anything about leaving?" the second clone responded, a teasing tone in her voice. "We may not be the original Hekapoo, but we have desires and emotions too!"
A surge of fear coursed through Marco's veins as he tried to comprehend their intentions. "What... what are you planning to do with me?"
Suddenly, Marco heard an unusual gurgling sound, resembling a primal growl but with a surprising twist. It didn't come from some hidden beast but rather from the bellies of the Hekapoo clones. As they discarded their puffed-up dresses, a tantalizing sight unfolded before Marco's eyes. Revealed were their voluptuous hourglass figures, adorned in laced bras and black thongs, with curvaceous derrieres and ample bosoms that defied imagination.
The first Hekapoo clone spoke with a mixture of allure and accusation. "Always relentlessly pursuing us, with no respite in sight," she lamented.
"You never granted us a moment of peace, Marco," the second clone added, her voice tinged with a blend of reproach and anticipation.
"The stress you caused us churned our stomachs, and now it's your responsibility to help us find relief," the third clone declared, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Marco's heart raced, his mind grasping for a way out. He mustered the last remnants of his bravery, hoping to dissuade them. "Wait... Y-You don't have to... We can find another way," he pleaded, a flicker of desperation in his voice.
But his plea only seemed to amuse the Hekapoo clones further, their laughter filling the air like an enchanting melody. "Oh, sweet, sweet Marco," the first clone purred, closing in on him. "Yes, we most certainly have to."
The first clone looked at the second clone and nodded before the latter smirked and started to walk towards Marco and lay down in front of him just a few centimeters away from the man. The first clone then grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up just enough to see the thick and large white booty from the second Hekapoo.
"How about you take a little dive into our white valley?" The first Hekapoo laughed.
Marco was about to scream when the first clone dove his face into the second clone's thicc ass.
"MMMMMFFFFPPPPPPP!" Marco's screams were muffled by the thicc white valley of booty.
"There, nice and fitting don't you agree?" The first clone laughed.
"I hope it's comfortable Diaz, not many have the pleasure to be in your position" The second clone smirked before she clenched her big ass cheeks on him a few times and let go to wiggle them "But the real fun will start right now"
The red-haired Hekapoo clone could feel her stomach churning from within as she held back its turmoil for all this time until they managed to get him and now? It was time to unleash it.
Marco felt a shiver run down his spine as he knew exactly what was coming for him
'Oh no…'
"Uuugghghrr!"
The thick-assed clone from the master of dimensional scissors groaned loudly before the pressure from her stomach was finally allowed freedom and it came out bursting through like a shotgun blast.
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Turns out what she was planning was to use the Diaz face as a fart cushion as a big and deadly gas was just unleashed at point-blank range, unable to escape thanks to the first clone preventing him from moving a single inch as Marco could only groan in a muffled scream.
"Mmmmmmmfffffppppp!" Marco's screams were still muffled due to the thicc and deadly ass of Hekapoo. He was trying his "best" to get out, even using his hands, but not only was he still super weak thanks to what they did to him, but the other clone kept him stuck by pushing his face deeper into the white valley of ass cheeks.
"Ooohhh! God that felt good to let out" The second Hekapoo clone said, with a look of relief on her face "I hope you enjoy the smell Diaz and don't even try getting out, your strength is so weak right now, your struggles are basically just a massage to my ass, which will only make me more relaxed to booty blast you"
"Yeah but you know what? Maybe he needs even more booty don't you think? The back of his head looks lonely" The first Hekapoo clone that was holding his head asked.
"Hmmm, you're exactly right, other me," The second Hekapoo clone said with a smirk, "You should give the back of his head some company"
The first clone smirked before quite letting go of their captive's head. But not before turning around and quickly making a seat out of him by shrouding the back of his head on the white and thick booty cheeks.
"Hope I'm not too heavy haha, who am I kidding? These cheeks are dummy thick"
Marco continued to muffle under the mountains of the white valleys, now feeling the weight from the clone's heavy derriere. He tried to use his hands again, but he didn't have enough strength to do so, it was like trying to move a large yet soft mountain.
"Geez Marco, quite struggling already can't you see I'm trying to unleash my pent-up gas on you?"
The first Hekapoo then clench her hands and start to push while gritting her teeth, before a large and potent stinky fart blasted forth, but it didn't make a lot of sounds, instead, it was more like a warm and silent blast of toxic gas.
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"Oooh shit!" The third Heckpoo clone coughed "You guys ate rotten cheese with fish sauce or something? Hahaha because that's how this smells like"
Marco screamed in agony before couching as well, but they were all both muffled, stuck between two worlds of thick white booty, squishing his head as they released their puffs of poison into his nostrils.
"Goorgmdmrh-..." His words were muffled
"You're a terrible fart suppressor Marco, we could still hear the sound and smell coming out," The second clone said.
"Yeah, you should try and sniff our farts better," The first clone said before getting up and sitting on him again, putting pressure on her heavy ass.
"In fact maybe we should test it out, right? At the same time?" The second clone said with a grin.
"Ok you guys to stay here, I'm going to be right back," The third Hekapoo clone said before walking away to who knows where.
"You go have fun," The second clone said.
"Don't take too long or else we might have all the fun for ourselves" The first clone said.
"Say, are you ready for another round? Surely your stomach is not tapped out yet right?" The second clone asked with a smirk.
The first clone returned the smirk, "Hell yeah I'm ready for another round!"
'Oooh god, the smell is so horrible, worse than a swamp or smog' Marco thought in disgust but then heard the sound of the two clones' stomachs gurgling for more.
'Uh oh... Please... Please no!'
"Ok, we do it in three. One!"
"Two!"
They clench their ass cheeks like they are weapons to unload, clamping both sides of Marcos's face before their white valley shoots all the gas they have straight up toward his defenseless face.
"THREE!"
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"Oooh shit! That one felt sharp, my ass cheeks even wobbled from the sheet's strength of it" Hekapoo one said, laughing while at it.
"You betcha, it's like our farts compressed for a moment before being unleashed like a bomb, truly something worthy for your face huh Marco?" Hekapoo two said with a mocking tone.
"MmmmmmmffffppppP!" Marco continued to scream in terror, even though his screams were muffled. However, he then slapped one of their asses with his hands while he was trying to get out of this situation.
"D-Did you just slapped my ass?" The first clone asked in a fake angry tone.
"Oh my! He did, what a little pervert" The second clone said while smushing her ass further on his head "Even while getting punished he dares touch us like that"
"I knew you were a booty man Marco, maybe you might be enjoying this even now haha! Take him out for now" The first clone said.
Marco then started to get sick due to all of this. He was also trying to get off of this.
'God! How can I get them to get off of me?! I need to find some way!'
That was when he opened his mouth, which was a fatal mistake because the moment the second clone removed him from the first clone's large booty, she stretched up like a cat and unleashed a thunderous fart right at his mouth.
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"Ooohh~Man this pose really gets things done," The first clone said.
"Ew! Damn it, girl, warn me next time," The second clone said.
"Sorry, I just really felt that this was a big one coming hehe"
The smell was pungent like someone had just mixed cabbage, blue cheese, and sardine into a weird smoothie that for some reason you decided to drink and now came out like a burst of toxic air, and then someone was forced to inhale it. Poor Marco was just about to close his mouth, but the second clone prevented him from doing so.
"Hehe, he's so adorable when he's like this~" The first clone said, noticing that his mouth was open, "Holy shit! His mouth is actually open! It looks like he wants a snack~"
"Then we should provide him a meal fit for a king"
The third Hekapoo clone then returns and behind her are countless more clones that have come out of their hiding specifically for this moment.
Marco's eyes widened out of shock and fear.
"AHHHH-CK!" He was screaming until the first and second clones smashed their asses back onto his mouth and face.
"You came back just in time," The second clone said, smirking.
"We warmed him up good just for you gals, hope you are all full and ready for some fun," The first clone said with a wink.
"OOOOOOoooooooooo~ We're soooooooooooooooo ready~" All the clones said with joy and glee
'No no no no no NO!' Marco thought in absolute fear as he was unable to move as he wanted.
"We better keep dosing him up again, he was able to move his hand to slap my ass," The first clone said.
"No worries, we are not idiots," The third clone said "Now let's get this party started ladies"
There were twenty Hekapoo clones in total and all of their stomachs were gurgling in different intervals like Trumpets of doom for the human ears.
"Who's ready to blast away, bitches?" The 15 clones asked with glee.
"Do we all just jump at him and let it go?" The 14 clones ask.
"I wish we could go slower for a little longer though," The 12 clone said with a smirk.
"No way! I can't hold it in anymore, I just want to explode on his face with my farts" The 11 clone said.
"Hey, I have an idea!" The 8 clone said.
A few moments later the two Hekapoos that had been tormenting Marco got up and moved away from him, still dizzy. He then opened his eyes to see that dozens of portals had been opened around him in a circle. They were really close too. But then when looking around he saw that all the other Hekapoos have removed their clothes as well and they had dimensional scissors in hand.
'No... No... No... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'
All the clones realized that they were too many to each have a go at his face so they open portals to insert their thick asses onto it, to get as close to the immovable Marco as possible, and before the human could say any final words he is surrounded by all sides with a large, thick and jiggly booty. Until the white valley of doom decided to blast their combined power upon him.
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Each of the alluring Hekapoo clones unleashed an earth-shattering blast of flatulence, a forceful expulsion that could only be likened to a Fart Nuke. The detonation resounded with a deafening boom, echoing like a detonated bomb and jolting any nearby creatures from their slumber, only to scatter in a frenzy. The unfortunate human, trapped in their midst, became the unwilling target of this pungent assault, unable to escape the noxious cloud that enveloped him like a suffocating shroud of stench.
"Damn! That was the most colossal and putrid blast we've mustered in quite some time!" proclaimed the 25th clone, her voice both proud and amused.
"You can say that again," chimed in the 12th clone, her tone a mix of mischief and satisfaction.
Marco, defeated and sprawled on the ground, found himself submerged in an olfactory nightmare, his senses overwhelmed by the array of flatulent odors the Hekapoo clones had employed against him. He emitted a feeble moan, his defeated body reeking worse than a rotting landfill.
"Uuuhmh... no more... please," he groaned, his voice filled with surrender, while his own body contributed to the malodorous symphony.
"You're still conscious? Impressive, human. You've certainly displayed resilience," the original clone he had attacked earlier remarked. "But you see... most of the clones here have released only a single assault upon you, so..."
"Only two of us have depleted our reserves, while the rest are primed for several more rounds," the second clone added, a sly smirk dancing upon her lips.
Marco's complexion turned ashen, realization washing over him that there was no escape, no matter how he struggled. In that moment, the remaining clones closed in, their giggles and smirks filling the air, some even licking their lips with sadistic anticipation.
"P-Please... I-I'm begging you, girls..."
The first and second clones, gleeful in their victory, bid farewell. "You girls have your fun!" they exclaimed, as they departed, their hips swaying and playfully colliding.
"This should keep him occupied for the time being, allowing us to revel in our pleasure without concern for extinguishing the fun," one of them remarked.
With a victorious high-five, the two clones sauntered away, their hips swaying in sync, leaving Marco in his wretched state, at the mercy of the lingering miasma and the ominous presence of the remaining clones.
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