Life Restart Pt. 04

Warning: The following story contains depictions of unaware wrongful imprisonment, sexual assault and fart fetish material.

Life Restart Part 4 - Timing is everything

"Next!"

It was yet another boisterous day inside the guild lobby. Margery the Wolfkin guild receptionist had just passed off an urgent request to an adventurer party with a 90+ success rate, making her feel assured that the quest would definitely be completed and that her job was done splendidly.

She'd been employed as a receptionist ever since the guild branch had been erected in the town and she could confidently say that her record for administering quests to suitable parties was top among her peers.

There were even talks of her getting a promotion soon, and while the Wolfkin expressed humility on the outside, she thought that it was about time given her multiple years of excellent service.

Everything had been by the books; she always maintained a polite attitude with the adventurers which was properly reciprocated by any adventurer that had grown accustomed to her presence at the guild.

The amount of problems that occurred when she was around could be counted on one hand after all this time. She had even recently managed to overcome her general dislike for trolls thanks to one of the new adventurers that had been performing surprisingly well as of late.

And speak of devil...

"Oh, good day...uhm, are you okay?"

It wasn't a question that a professional such as herself would blurt out out of nowhere, however Margery couldn't help it. The very same Troll, Hipple, now showed up at the front desk the same as any other day, except that she was a shadow of herself from just the day before.

Gone was her chipper attitude and radiating enthusiasm. Her hair that naturally looked messy because of the way it was cut now looked even more so. Her bearing that was often amateurish yet firm was now languid and even a bit tipsy. Most telling of all though was the dark circles under her eyes that could be clearly seen despite her already naturally dark skin. Her eyes themselves that were often sparkling with life were now slightly bloodshot while her eyelids seemed to be weighed down by something.

"...I'm fine."

She clearly wasn't, given her blaringly unenthusiastic response.

Margery was no idiot; a single glance was enough to tell that the troll was horribly sleep deprived. Now the Wolfkin was in a conundrum.

This was actually the first time that an adventurer had shown up to the guild in such a state. There were countless instances of them being drunk and belligerent, needing to be escorted out by guards, however, this and that were separate circumstances.

Nobody cared what trouble a drunk adventurer got themselves into, and receptionists had full authority to deny service to such ruffians, however there was literally nothing in the rule book on how to deal with cases like what was before her now.

"Are you sure you're in shape to go adventuring today?"

"...I'm fine."

What to do now?

Margery could tell that the others waiting in line were slowly becoming irate. On top of that, she couldn't try to delve too deep into an adventurer's personal business and couldn't deny them service base on her own personal conjecture.

At the same time, she obviously didn't want to send the Troll on a request that could prove dangerous given her current condition. It wasn't just because such a result could negatively affect her upcoming evaluation, but also because she was personally concerned about the Troll who was too simple to dislike.

"Okay, these are the requests we currently have available, feel free to choose from any of these."

Making a split-second decision, Margery quickly separated a certain category of requests from the stack she had in her under desk and presented them to Hipple to choose from.

All of them were basic fetch quests that even a child could accomplish if they were careful enough.

Thankfully, the sleep-deprived Troll didn't make a fuss and selected a random quest before moving away from the counter.

Margery was able to let out a sigh of relief before turning to face the next person in line with her renewed receptionist's smile. The Wolfkin could have never known the trouble that her little well-intended act would end up putting the Troll in.

And neither could the one who's eyes were trained on her as she slowly walked out of the guild.

***

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Hipple felt like absolute shit. She literally hadn't slept a wink, opting instead to spend the entire night playing with her new toy.

It was to the point that the sun had already risen by the time her orgasms had decreased to a pitiful, human-sized spunk load. For a troll, that was like a human ejaculating with only air coming out. Though, the sheer quantity of spunk she'd shot from her brand new cum cannon over an entire night of consecutive fap sessions could put even the most vigorous male troll to shame. It seemed that her cum factories worked just as well as her meat rod that never failed to maintain its engorged state.

Jason could most certainly testify to this. The living underwear got the urge to hurl whenever he thought of just how much thick, hot, smelly troll jizz he'd been made to chug down over the course of a night that felt like the sun would never rise!

If he actually had a tongue, it would no doubt be numb right about now with how long it would've spent marinating in the Troll's briny ball juice. He was pretty sure he'd swallowed enough cock snot to feed a small family for a week, though most would probably rather starve that subsist off clumpy troll spunk. Though as the Troll's living underwear, he unfortunately wasn't awarded such a luxury!

PHHTTTHHRrRRpBBbrrRRrrRRPPptTTtttt

Jason had no idea where the Troll was currently going, he was completely blinded with nothing but the sharp scent of her semen and the usual rancid flatulence to keep him company. Whatever was on the agenda for the day, he only hoped that the Troll would soon visit a temple to have the damn curse dispelled! It was bad enough having to deal with everything else thrown his way on a daily basis, he really didn't want to have 'living cock sleeve' added to his long list of functions!

"Huuuwwhaaaahh!"

Hipple stifled a yawn as she trudged towards the quest location. The quest itself was a basic herb collection quest that was perpetually available to whomever was interested. She herself had done it numerous times and she knew the general location of the safest site well, however that wasn't where she was currently heading.

She instead opted to head somewhere else, a place where she'd encountered many of the specific wild herbs during a nearby subjugation quest. The Troll figured that the usual location would be sparsely populated due to the actions of other novices and instead wanted to gather as many as she could in the other location so she could quickly go back home and take a long nap.

PprrRrPPPRRRRRrrrrrRRrrrrrrrr

With her body feeling like she was floating on clouds and her eyelids that kept threatening to close, the gassy Troll trudged along the dirt road.

***

"That's twenty...no...twenty-two?"

She'd lost count again. The unfocussed Troll rubbed her eyes while muttering to herself as she picked one herb after another. Her count had in fact already crossed thirty, yet she still kept picking what she could see as it would count for extra rewards.

"Phew~"

Hipple wiped her brow, leaving behind a smear of dirt from her gardening gloves. The herbs she was currently picking favoured more humid environments and therefore her body was now drenched in sweat, even more so than usual.

The Troll looked at her haul she'd collected in her little basket and decided that it was enough.

"Hmm?"

However, just as she was about to get to her feet and head off, she noticed a small, brightly-coloured flower hidden amidst the herb bed that she'd never seen before. The guidebook warned explicitly about interacting with unknown fauna, however in her clouded judgement, the Troll's curiosity got the better of her and she crawled right towards the flower, bringing her face in close to observe it properly.

It happened the moment she reached her hands out to touch the flower.

POOF!

"Hiik!"

Suddenly, a cloud of glittering pollen spewed out of the flower's closed bud and hit her square in the face! In a moment of panic, Hipple had inadvertently inhaled a great deal of the sweet smelling cloud, and in 2 seconds flat...

WHOMP

She fell to the ground, completely out cold and even snoring away!

What had just happened was a defence mechanism of the strange flower. In moments of distress, it would release a cloud of pollen that would instantly render a small animal unconscious. The effect it had on larger creatures like humans were much more limited and would only make them drowsy for a short time.

However, in the case of the Troll who was already sleep deprived, despite her being larger than the average human, she was instantly put into a deep sleep!

PHGLLBBRRrrRRgttttttttsstttstTTttttt

Jason was huffing the Troll's butt that'd grown extra swampy on the long trek when a hot fart suddenly hit him. This wasn't exactly an unusual occurrence, however as he gagged on the foul gas, the living underwear picked up on the particular smell and taste he'd grown pretty familiar with.

[Are you fucking kidding me?!]

He was experiencing horrible Deja vu as he was now getting a whiff of the Troll's sleep farts, right in the middle of a goddamn quest! They had been lucky to get away the very first time, why was she even on a quest this early in the morning after having spent the entire night grinding him on her shaft and pumping him full of her jizz?!

The situation had somehow devolved into the worst possible outcome where she was once again unconscious and incapacitated in the middle of the freaking wilderness!

GgGHBBRrrRRRrrBBRRrrttttTTttttt

And of course, there was also her noxious sleep gas to content with. The horribly rotten, eggy stench of the farts that came with greater frequency led Jason to wonder if things could get any worse.

After about twenty minutes of Hipple snoring away peacefully, Jason who'd just choked down a particularly hot fart suddenly began hearing the sound of movement around them. He became instantly alert and stifle the sound of his own gagging to take a listen.

"#######!"

"#####."

"#########!"

What he heard instantly caused Jason's heart to sink! He would recognise that sound anywhere, the sound of snorting and high pitched squealing, and from the sound of it, there were at least three of them!

Panic started setting in as Jason felt his and the Troll's body suddenly being hoisted up high, followed by movement as they were supposedly taken away in a specific direction. He once more experience a sense of Deja vu and though back to their very first quest, however, he could guess from what he'd gathered that the outcome this time would probably be way worse!

Just like that, they were carried away, the squealing of the large monsters surrounding them accompanied only by the Troll's loud snoring...

GGGgRRRRRBBRrooorrrRRRrRPPPtptptttttt

And the guttural, rancid butt bombs being spewed from her ass as she was none the wiser.

***

A while later, Jason felt himself and the Troll be placed onto the ground. He felt like his "heart" was pounding as he waited to see what was about to happen.

Suddenly, his eyes was taken by the bright glow of the midday sun as the battle shorts he been smothered in was suddenly ripped apart, freeing the Troll's springy butt as well as him who was plastered to it like a skin suit!

Jason's "eyes" quickly adjusted to the light, and what he saw only caused his heart to sink further as his guess was pretty much confirmed.

Large, fat, blubbery bodies that were dressed in glossy purple skin. A flabby face like if a human and a pig had an incest baby. Relatively short and stubby legs to hold up the enormous weight of the mostly bare bodies. Nothing but a soiled loincloth to cover up their large, grotesque members that were slightly hidden beneath their overhanging blubbery bellies.

Orc, a subjugation target that was a rank above what the Troll was currently at, and they'd been kidnapped by three of them, all while the goddamn Troll was out cold!

Jason couldn't help but grow nervous as he looked at the large monsters that looked back at him and the Troll with undisguised lust and avarice. Their large, thick tongues even hung out between their protruding lower canines on their pig faces, letting out thick streams of drool that were caught on their protruding guts and slid down to their rapidly swelling crotches.

BLRPLRPLRPLLLRRrRRPPPttttttt

The Troll herself was still fully unconscious, letting out pungent poots with no regard for time and place as Jason alone was left to witness the horrible scene laid out before him.

The Orcs' loincloths were slowly lifted away to reveal three rapidly swelling members that grew and grew until they each surpassed the size of the Troll's cock that he'd been choking on just the night before. The purple pricks soon reached full mast, showing of their astounding girths while revealing the massive, bloated cum sacks hidden away in the Orcs' musty crotches.

Just this sight alone was enough to make Jason sick to his stomach, but then a horrible, absolutely atrocious smell suddenly assaulted his senses.

The foreskin on each fully engorged shaft was slightly pulled back to reveal a mess of cheesy deposits hidden behind the foreskins and coating the bulbous heads of the Orc's cocks!

SPppPRRRRllRrRRRLPPRRptttttttt

Jason began to retch, only to have the Troll's farts double up on his senses and send him into a gagging fit!

That was when the frontmost Orc suddenly stepped in closer under the encouraging squeals of its companions. Without missing a beat, the Orc grabbed the fabric coating the Troll's plush butt cheeks and pulled at it, ripping apart the cloth and revealing the prize beneath. Or at least that was what would normally happen.

Instead, as the orc pulled its hands apart, the panties simply stretched without actually tearing.

"#######?"

The Orc was momentarily confused, but then in felt a strange feeling in its hands. The stretched fabric actually provided a soft, supple, and pleasurable feeling to its hands.

"######?"

"#########?"

The other two Orcs were confused to see their companion let go of the underwear to where it perfectly snapped back into place and caused the Troll's butt to wobble and jiggle.

The Orc grabbed at the fabric again and stretched it away from the Troll's behind, taking note of the feeling as it envelopes it's fingers before it let go again, forming the same result as before.

This was when the Orc got a bold idea. Under the curious gazes of the other two monsters, it suddenly brought its cock in close to the Troll's panty-clad butt.

Jason only felt the large hands grab him before his entire "face" was greatly stretched out! Although there was no pain, it did feel uncomfortable. He was let go afterwards but was soon stretch again before being snapped back to the Troll's sweaty, jiggly behind.

Just as he was wondering what game these dumb beast were playing, the horrid smell intensified twofold when the stinky, swollen Orc prick was suddenly thrust before his "face"!

Before Jason could react, the Orc stuck the tip of its dick between the Troll's butt crack, and what happened next was straight out of his worst nightmare!

First was the horrible smell and taste of greasy, unwashed monster cock. The Troll's hygiene was poor in its own way, but at least as a member of civilized society she was conscious enough to clean herself before things got too bad. Far much less could be said for these wild monsters that probably couldn't even utter the word 'bath'! Heck, the only reason they even wore loincloths was to offer the bare minimum protection for their sexual organs that they treasured more than their own lives!

Needless to say, that the soiled state of said loincloths spoke volumes of the horribly unhygienic states of their unwashed privates. Jason was experiencing this first hand as he felt like the slimy phallus was dragged right across his upturned face!

The accumulation of countless days, months, maybe even years of aged cock musk caused a smell to invade his sinuses that was sharp enough to melt his "brain"!

However, that was far from the end of it.

As the cock squeezed its way between the Troll's doughy cheeks, the foreskin was simultaneously pulled back to reveal a thick caking of curdled cockslop that had been fermenting on the Orc's glans for who knows how long. The taste of horribly unwashed dick was already enough to make Jason's "tongue" numb, however this was quickly followed by a long smear of greasy dick cheese on his fabric that threatened to straight up melt his "tastebuds"!

The trail of curdled filth was quickly absorbed by the pair of living panties, instantly filling Jason's "nose" and "mouth" with an underworld scent and flavour that was foul enough to send one mad!

The Troll gas was horrible in its own way; however, this new form of revolting stink was something else entirely!

And speaking of the Troll...

BLURPRrLlRRrRPPTTPPrrplllRRPTTTtttt

She was still snoring away peacefully while providing an unaware butt job to the horny Orc, and simultaneously filling her favourite pair of underwear with her noxious bedtime gas.

The combination of monster cock filth and the Troll's hot and creamy, rotten gas sent Jason into a violent gagging fit like he'd never experienced before!

While he was experiencing sensory overload from the swathe of revolting scents and flavours, the Orc that was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the Troll's buttjob suddenly shuddered as a warm feeling enveloped it's cock only to disappear shortly after.

Not knowing that the source was the Troll's flatulence, the Orc roughly pulled it's cock free from the butt sandwich and jammed it in again, this time greeted by the same warm feeling accompanied by haptic vibrations on its member!

"######!!"

The Orc let out a squeal and grew more jubilant. It had assaulted many creatures before but the current experience was definitely the best!

The sudden bouts of warmth the enveloped it's cock periodically, the feeling of the strange underwear on its member that was squished between the Troll's cheeks, the itchiness of its cock disappearing as more and more of its dick cheese get scraped off with each thrust.

"########!"

The stimulation was too much for the dumb creature and it began to rapidly piston it's member into the butt crack of the sleeping Troll!

"#####!"

"#######!"

Its companions were clamouring for their turn, however the active Orc brushed them aside and got lost in the pleasurable dry humping that to it felt greater than any other mating experience.

Jason on the other hand was overwhelmed by the multitude factors overwhelming his senses. His "face" was constantly distorted by the scummy Orc prick that kept jackhammering the Troll's behind and rubbing up on his face. At the same time, he was being grinded into the Troll's ass that was still sweaty and greasy from the earlier excursion.

GGRrTTRRTtSSPPLLRRGrRLLRlrRRPPPTttttttt

And of course, there were the noxious spews of vapid shit vapour constantly working in tandem with the Orc's musky cock and rancid dick cheese to make him want to hurl his non-existent guts out! As he inadvertently sucked on the Troll's musky pooting pooper while simultaneously having clumpy Orcish cock filth scrubbed into his "nose" a "mouth", the human underwear couldn't help but wonder what wrongs he'd committed in this life and the ones before it to eventually end up in this situation where he was serving as the living, multi-purpose undergarments to the literal worst host any underwear could dream to have.