This is Part V of a VII part series about a man's revenge on the women who farted on him and left him in his underwear.

These stories are usually male on female oriented farting, but this one as well as Parts I and IV have female on male farting as well as male on female.

Well, here we are again. Since your boy last spoke, we have been on a bit of a run. We underestimated the emotion and physical pain this journey would bring us. So, in light of a few bruised ribs and traumatic experience, I’ve been on a hiatus.

Originally, I set out to complete this by the end of the week. Unfortunately, that did not happen. During that time Abby escaped as I saw her room was vacant online, Brianna got out and Katrina was exposed as the fraud domme she was when the video of her and I made the internet from a Russian page. Revenge was halfway done. Abby, Brianna and Kat were quiet, however.

Weeks had gone by and nothing was said. No arrest warrants, no retribution, nothing, just quiet. Looking back, it was an irrational thing to do, but I couldn’t just stop. The humiliation had taken its toll on me but my experience with Abby, Brianna, and Katrina as well as Yui made me question myself and life.

Perhaps I should have thought of all of this but sometimes you act before you think, and the carriage goes before the horse. Now it was time to shoot the horse and set my sights on my next target.

Phoebe had stayed close to where she grew up. She did not keep social media but there was a LinkedIn with her business. Little Miss Phoebe had grown up to be a schoolteacher. Teaching at an Elementary School nearby. In the evenings, however, she worked part time as a librarian downtown. I did not want to involve a school, because that would just be illegal.

Instead, we decided to take care of business downtown.

She was the evening librarian, typically working the closing 4-8 shift. It wasn’t a high paying job but Phoebe was always book oriented and more about learning than vibing or partying. In all honesty, this was a hard one for me. She had never truly mistreated me like say Abby, Brianna, Amber or Katrina, but the fact she was there that day and likely was one of the farters, was enough for me to fulfill this. Afterall, no retribution had come so far.

I mean, really, could you imagine reporting that? Making the news as the girl who got farted on? I guess its not as bad as being the farter, but those labels live beyond that moment.

I arrived at 2pm and sat down. I knew I had a plan, but this wasn’t my best one. Work had let out early and so I arrived there. Handcuffs were in my cargo pants ready to go, and I had my white briefs sweaty and gassed up. I had planned on getting food at some point, but I wasn’t sure when.

My plan was to…well…yeah about that.

Aside from my usual garb, I did not have one.

Creative lows happen sometimes people and if I’m being honest, a library ain’t ideal either.

The gear was ready, the uniform was on, but I had nothing to do with it. A lot of it was…I don’t know. Perhaps I needed a slow burn. Get to know her and lure her like I did Abby.

But Jesus what the fuck was I thinking? I had to be smarter, more discreet. I decided to head across the street to get a Halloween mask, a cheap little latex that can cover my face. It was the season after all. Perhaps we put it on, get her when she’s checking the bathrooms after closing. She will enter the men’s room, and I will get her there.

I knew I had to quick, I had to be smart, and I had to be discreet. Failure was not an option.

As I re-entered the library with the mask in my pocket, I turned the corner to walk to my own private little corner away from the front desk when I heard my name called. I turned around and in front of me stood a girl of plenty of size. She was tall-ish at 5’8, thickish all over. I wasn’t going to guess her weight, but she filled out her body well. With thick black circular glasses and long brown hair she greeted me with a smile.

“Yes, that is my name, I’m sorry I don’t believe I know who you are.”, I said.

“It’s Phoebe.”

I couldn’t believe it, there she was right there in front of me. I had been exposed before I could even get her. Suddenly I was exposed.

“I don’t know if you remember me or not.”

I immediately changed my expression from shock to friendly when I said, “I am so sorry, I didn’t recognize you.”

The last time I saw Phoebe, she was a few inches shorter. She was one of the taller girls but nothing that really stood out. Weight wise, she was 3x the size she uses to be. Phoebe was a thinner girl with a thin waist, tiny butt, and small breasts. Now she had grown up to be big, beautiful woman and at that moment I paused, unable to comprehend my former friend in front of me.

“It’s okay, I’ve had some changes.”, she smiled.

“I noticed. You look great.”, I said.

“Thank you.”, she replied with a smile.

“So, what brings you here?”, I asked.

“I work here. Well, I am until tonight. Today is my last day.”, she said.

“Last day?”, I asked.

“Yeah, I moved last week but I wanted to finish my obligations here and at my other job before I start work there next week. So, I’m still here but my apartment is just a few things. I’m moving the rest out this weekend.”, she answered.

“Where are you moving?”, I asked.

“Glenwood.”, she said.

“Wow, that’s pretty far away.”, I replied.

“Yeah, but it has better pay there for my new job and its cheaper to live.”, she replied.

“But you have always lived here. I remember you said you never wanted to leave.”

“Yeah, but life changes and I’ve changed my life a lot the last few years.”, she answered with a sigh but a cheerful glee.

“Well, I’m very glad to see you, it’s been a long time.”

“Yes, it has…what are you doing later?”, she said reluctantly.

“Nothing, actually.”, I replied.

“Would you like to meet up after this? We can get dinner.”

“Where at?”

“Let’s met up at the Dinerr.”

“8:30?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.”, I said with a smile.

Change of plans. I returned the mask to Wal-Mart and got my money back. I needed it for dinner. I knew I had to do something, but I wasn’t sure what to do. She had caught me before I could even figure out a plan. I was exposed and now here I sat feeling foolish because I planned revenge on this nice girl who wants to just meet up.

I didn’t bring my handcuffs, but I did change briefs. Perhaps, just in case. Maybe I could just accidentally fart on her and that’s my revenge. She didn’t deserve to be stripped, humiliated, and gassed up like the others. She was always nice to me and we were always friendly. This wasn’t the same girl but it was. I don’t know, this is hard man.

I decided an attire change. This time I’d wear jeans, a black polo and some cologne, after a shower of course. I don’t want to stink her out before I stink her up…..if I can stink her up.

Yeah, perhaps I’ve not grown into being that man but I had to do something.

I walked into the restaurant where I greeted her at the door where she walked in wearing just the clothes, she had one, a white blouse and long black skirt with black heels and her hair down.

“How have you been?”, she asked.

“I’ve been great, got a really nice job and a lot of good future.”, I replied.

“I’m really happy to see you.”, she said.

“Thank you, I’m happy to see you as well. It’s been too long.”, I answered back.

“Are you ready to order?”, she asked.

“Yeah.”

I waived the waiter over.

“What would you like ma’am.?”, he asked her.

“I would love the Chicken Tender meal with Cheese Fries double side and a Dr. Pepper.”, she asked.

“What about you sir?”, he asked me.

“The same thing, actually.”, I said with a smile.

“Really?”, she asked.

“Yeah.”, that’s my favorite.

“Mine too.”, she said smiling.

While we awaited our food we made conversation.

“It’s been forever.”, I said.

“Yeah, it really has.”, she answered.

“I think the last time, it was a party, correct?”, I replied.

“I think so.”, she said.

“Yeah, Maddy’s party. They said I got really drunk and ended up running out of the house in my underwear before finding me a mile down the road in a ditch.”, I said bluntly but with a smile.

“I’m really sorry.”, she said.

“Don’t be, it was 10 years ago. I had to move on.”, I said.

“Yeah, but we shouldn’t have let you out the house like that. We should have taken care of you.”

“So why didn’t you?”, I asked.

“We weren’t good people. That was a really toxic group in hindsight. I loved all of us before High School but High School ruined the group.”, she said seriously and sternly.

“It really did. We were not always really that great though. It was a flawed group of flawed people. I was immature and made a mistake.”, I replied.

“But it was not really your fault. You were a 15-year-old kid, and you just listened to us. You were just trying to fit in and I don’t blame you for that.”, Phoebe said.

“I liked your girls. You were my friends, but I should have been more responsible.”, I responded.

“We all could have done better. I’m just glad to see you are still here. I know that was hard.”, she replied.

“It was, but it prepared me for the worst in life. I learned to survive and recover. It broke me but it made me even more. It was a big turning point, and it allowed me to grow elsewhere. I’m glad I came back here because it was nice to get a fresh start.”, I answered.

“You’re really strong.” Phoebe replied.

“I can bench a few hundred.”, I said as we both laughed.

“What about you, what changed with you?,” I asked her.

“Well…I’ll be honest college really shaped me. I worked so hard to get my degree that I stopped caring about a lot of things that I cared about. I used to try and eat very little but school made everything stressful and my pursuit of education meant neglecting a lot of that. But it also opened myself up because I started eating things I enjoyed as opposed to trying to stay within a certain figure or shape. I know I should eat healthier but sometimes you just got to wind down the night with cheese fries and chicken tenders, ya know?”, she replied with a smile.

“I do”, I said with glee.

The waiter then brought the food to the table. Over the course of the next hour or so we engaged in a mix of deep chatter and enjoying our food. It was like two old friends clicking again, but this click was different in a good way.

It was around 10 o’clock that we got our check and left the diner. I walked her out to the parking lot.

“So…. what are you doing after this?”, she asked.

“Nothing, actually.”, I replied.

“Would you be interested in coming over to my apartment?”, she asked.

“Yes, actually.”, I replied.

So, we made our way to her apartment. At this point it merely was down to her bed, couch and a TV all in one room with the rest already boxed and moved to the new place.

“So, you down to watch a movie.”, she asked me as we sat together on her three-seater couch.

“Yes”, I replied.

“I got a few good ones.”, Phoebe said, as she got up from the couch to bring back some DVD’s.”

“Have you seen any of these?”, she asked.

“All of them, but that one.”, I said pointing to the middle DVD.

“That one it is.”, she replied.

Phoebe placed down the other DVDs to open the middle case, as she got up to walk it to the DVD player, she dropped the disc, she bent over where suddenly she let out 3 consecutive, uncontrollable, loud wet farts with the last one booming in volume. Immediately she froze in embarrassment.

“Um, uh. Um…I am really really sorry.”, said Phoebe.

But it was not done yet, 2 more slipped out as she grabbed the DVD and walked it over, with little farts coming out.

“Okay, I’m extremely sorry, this is embarrassing.”, Phoebe said looking now on the verge of crying.

“Hey…BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP.”, I said letting loose a loud bassy fart of my own.

Suddenly Phoebe’s tears of embarrassment turned to tears of laughter.

“Oh my god, boy you stink.”, she said.

“Me? What about you?”, I asked her.

“Stop it! It’s not funny.”, she said.

“You’re right…its funny and cute.”, I said smiling as I lifted my leg to let out another one. “Besides, it isn’t the first time you farted over me.”, I said with smile.

Suddenly her face shifted from happy to shock and sadness.

“I wasn’t one of the farters.”, she said.

“You weren’t?”, I asked her.

“No, I didn’t want to do it. They tried to get me to but I didn’t want to do that to you. I hated that they did that. You didn’t deserve that.”, she said with a serious look.

“I know.”, I said seriously. “Why didn’t you do anything?”

“I didn’t know what to do.”, said Phoebe.

“You could have stopped it.”, I said.

“I didn’t want them to hurt me.”, she said. “I thought they would do the same to me.”

“So you just let them hurt me?”, I asked.

“I did and that’s why I felt awful. You were a nice guy and you still are. I wish we didn’t lose out on all of that time.”, she answered.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I was stunned, appalled and slightly ashamed. But we were clicking so well and I didn’t want to just hurt her over what wasn’t really her fault or her fart.

“Now what?”, she asked.

“I don’t know…are you done farting?”, I asked her.

“I’m holding it.”, she said.

“Don’t.”, I told her.

“Don’’t?, she asked.

“Yeah, let loose, I’ll do it with you.”, I said.

“I’d rather you do it on me.”, she said laughing.

“Yeah?”, I asked.

“Yeah.”, she replied.

“Only if you got some for me.”, I told her.

“I don’t know if you could handle, mine are loud and proud.”, she said.

“I don’t know, I got a cannon.”, I responded.

“Well, why don’t we find out?”, she asked.

“Let’s.”, I said.

“To the bedroom!”, she exclaimed before grabbing my arm and taking me there.

We suddenly arrived in her bedroom where I removed my pants and shirt, stripping to my underwear. Across from me sat Phoebe, lifting up her dress showing her red bra and red panties. We stood face to face on the bed where I undid her bra and removed it, exposing her G sized breasts and we kissed on her face, down her chest and sucked on her breasts. It was pure ecstasy.

From there, I kissed down her belly, forcing her on her back where I removed her panties and started eating her out downstairs. It was at that point that she sat up and forced my face between her taint and vagina, before she let out a loud, bassy fart consuming the stench on my face.

“BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP”, her ass spoke with enthusiasm.

I was smothered in her stink; she had a hold of me and there was no way I could get out. She turned the tables on me forcing me on my back where she rode my nose with her pussy and farted in my mouth some more.

“BRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP”, she pushed more out.

It was new. It was not a traumatic experience but a consensual one where I was able to pleasure myself. Not wanting to leave her out I licked her up and down her ass, taint, and vagina, sampling every inch of her underneath.

She climbed off me, kissing me down my chest and removing my briefs, exposing my cock and balls where she sucked on my cock and gargled my balls, before I pushed her head down into my taint/asshole and let out a few for her.

“BRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP”, my ass busted as I felt her inhale my stench.

I turned her over like she did me and sat bare ass on her face letting out more farts in between as I squeezed her breasts and leaned over to finger her pussy.

“BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP”

“BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP”

“PPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT”

The gas was very real, and she loved it. She wasn’t like these other girls; she got a special treatment as I laid back down for her to do the same to me dropping her pleasantly plump ass cheeks onto my face and edging my cock as she released her gas.

“BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP”

“BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP”

“PPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT”

The stench was brutal, but the taste was great. I licked her ass clean as she unleashed my cock and blew my loud into her mouth before gargling it and spitting it back at me and letting out one last fart on my cum stained face. To then she turned me over and started eating my entire ass. I let out a few more farts on her as she tongues punched my fart box.

“BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP”

“BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP”

She gagged but she took it like a champ as she ate me all around. At that point I turned over and we began to make out where we then had sex on her bed and fell asleep.

The next morning I didn’t go to work, I woke up with her in my arms naked and for the first time I felt an actual sense of love and happiness.

“You got work, don’t you?”, she asked.

“I do.”, I replied

“5 more minutes?”, she asked.

“I’ll call out.”, I said with a smile.

For the first time I was compromised but yet I found my satisfaction and someone to share this new found kink with.

Part II and Part III are Male on Female oriented stories so they're currently available on r/maleonfemalefarting . This will be posted on there tomorrow to allow them to read Part III that I posted this morning. If you are curious about the other parts to this, go there to read. Otherwise this adventure is pretty stand alone and you really don't need to know too much about the story.

To summarize, our protagonist has gotten revenge on Abby and Brianna, the Goth and City girl from his childhood. Leaving them in humiliated states like they left him.

In this edition, our hero sets his sights on Katrina, his childhood "friend" that didn't care much for him in what is a mix of male on female farting and female on male farting with a bit of wrestling thrown in there as well.

For my next revenge, I struggled finding the best avenue to go about how to get back at her. Katrina, or "Kat”, didn’t frequent many places, in fact she only stuck to a few. When she was not out romancing the ladies with her charm and masculine appeal, she was running a successful business.

Online she was known as The Kat. The Kat was her alter ego, a female wrestler. By this point in life, our little kitty had grown into a ferocious feline. She had drifted away from the group, growing disillusioned with the direction of it. Afterall they were radically different from her in a lot of ways. When I was there, she was the muscle of the group. The one they looked to as a protector and defender.

Now she had taken her level of dominance to a high. As The Kat, she was the definition of a femme dom. With her hair cut short and biceps bulging, tattoos, breasts that still existed and yet were muscular all around, them from her upper chest across her arms and down her legs.

Her ass was her strongest feature. She sported glutes that were very tight and cheeks that were pleasantly plump. Her ass was strong enough to smother a man’s face and crush it with her cheeks.

She was in very popular demand and her prices varied. For 200 you get a 1 hour session. For 300 dollars, it was a 2-hour session. For 400 dollars, it was a 3-hour session. For 500 dollars, however, it bought you unlimited time.

There was, however, an even higher tier. That was simply the cost to be her sub, which resulted in her making content of her sessions to sell online. As an avid torrenter, I researched her work and noticed all these men were submissive, but for the very few that did buck up to her, she defeated them in the end. There was always some sort of editing with a change of angles and dissolves, but they lost clean, and they lost easy.

Some of these men were short, some were stocky, some were athletes, but they all subbed to her. The women too, big, tall, small, young, or old, she dommed them all. I believed in her talent, but I intrigued myself into knowing what it took to dom her.

I spent the 500 dollars and prepared myself. At 6'3 350 pounds I was still very heavy set. I could not say I had the best stamina, but I knew as a man I was naturally stronger than her. I never wrestled or did sports in High School, but I exercised enough at the gym where I could keep up enough from a stamina point provided that I stayed within my limits.

As I said I wasn't a wrestler either but sometimes it ain't about knowing the style, it  isk nowing how to mimic the style. This was not going to be easy regardless, but I was ready to go and make the most of it.

I arrived at her studio, the basement of her home that she inherited from her grandmother who had passed away. Her Grandmother supposedly did some work herself back in the day and Kat was her favorite granddaughter. But that’s not the point.

I knocked on the door and she answered wearing black boots that allowed her to stand over me and sporting a mohawk dyed purple and green, each color blending and mixing in her hair, contrasting to her nearly bald head underneath. She opened the door wearing a low-cut tank top shirt and a jean jacket with black leather pants.

"Good evening, are you here for the match?", she asked.

"Yes", I answered, sporting my khaki work pants, navy dress shirt and tie with black sunglasses.

"You look a little professional for such a match.", she said.

"It's all business with me.", I smiled back.

We made our way to the basement where she had her matted floor and cameras set up all around, it was a full-blown studio down here.

"Okay, so you signed up for the 500-dollar package?", she asked.

"Yes.", I responded.

"Perfect, well I have all evening, so we can discuss a plan.", she stated.

"I'm thinking that we will wrestle and that I win.", I said.

"Excuse me?", she responded.

"I think that I dom you.", I replied.

"You do understand that I'm the domme, correct?", she answered.

"That's what you think, but I know who I am, and I'm the Dom.", I replied.

She seemed offended, triggered even, something about that statement made her blood boil. I could see the look of the astute professional and dominating domme dissolve into a look of disgust, disdain, and disorder.

"You are opting for a service that requires a larger fee, and it doesn't guarantee you win. In fact, we can double this wager. If you win, you keep your money and if I win, I will double charge your card."

"That's fine", I responded. "I know I'll win."

"What are your limits?", she asked.

"None.", I answered.

"Everything is fair game then.", she replied.

"Yes, I can agree with that. Whatever is done first is allowed in the match and what you do to me, I am allowed to do to you and vice versa.", I stated.

"It is a deal.", she said.

Kat's videos had a wide range of material. She was shameless with her sexuality. But often she didn't cross certain lines. She smothered faces, but she didn't always fart on them. It just seemed to happen occasionally at most. I knew it was going to be a major part of her arsenal though, and I was fine with that because just as Abby and Brianna suffered before, it was Katrina's turn to get a taste of her own medicine.

After 15 minutes of preparation in private rooms, we entered the Arena. Kat sported her black leather pants, black tank top shaper, black boots that added 3 more inches to her already 6'2 height, making her stand 6'5, 2 inches taller than me. A psychological advantage to get men to feel inferior. She had fought a few taller men, but none were successful. Her eyes wore purple mascara, and face had make up on with bright red lipstick and nails painted of every color on the color wheel

"Before we start, I need you to sign this.", she answered.

It was a legal form. One that did not hold her liable for anything that happened and one that consented that I agreed that she owned the rights to the footage as well as I could disclose to anyone what happened here.

"You don't have to read all of it", she stated.

"Yeah, but I'd like to know what I'm signing.", I said, before scribbling a signature.

On the opposite side I was ready with khakis still on but my white sleeveless undershirt underneath.

Physically she was impressive. Her body shaped her clothes perfectly. Her ass sticking out and he breasts hanging firm and strong on her chest. Her height was intimidating but it was a part of her natural dominance.

From upstairs came down her referee. The referee's responsibility was to make sure no one got harmed and to count pinfalls and submissions. Pinfalls could only occur when the opponent had their shoulders pinned to the ground for 10 seconds. To do so you had to be sitting on your opponent’s face, whether it be front facing with the crotch or back facing with your ass. After 10 seconds the official would score the pinfall to the pinner and it would be used to count points at the end if a match did not end in the time frame purchased.

The only real way to win was submission which can be achieved either in a hold, or underneath the pinner. You either submit before you get hurt or be smothered out. It was weird and convoluted but for the sake of understanding I figured I elaborate.

Her official was always the same girl, a short 4'11 Japanese girl that wore a black and white referee striped shirt and short black shorts.

"This is my referee, Yui.", Kat stated as Yui extended her hand to me.

"Alright, let's make a movie.", Kat said, pressing a button that turned on all of her cameras.

"This contest is to a finish. To my left she is The Kat and to my right, he calls himself, "The Dom.", said Yui looking into the camera.

"I'll count you both down to begin. 5...4...3...2...1....fight.", Yui announced.

I came in reluctant and nervous. She wasn't any ordinary opponent. She was tall, strong, and very flexible. I knew if I was going to win, it would have to be methodical yet quick. Get the upper hand and....

Before I could finish that line, she pounced on me like a lion hunting its prey. She knocked off of my feet as the force of her body was enough to take me down and the force had surprised me so much, I had no way to brace myself. The monologue was not helping either.

Immediately she had me on the ground where she sat on my chest looking down on me with a sinister grin.

I tried to kick my legs back, but she thrusted her crotch onto me first and crushed my head between her thighs, pressing my face against her vagina, which felt like it had its own muscles. One thing was for sure, she had more on her body that day than I ever had in my life.

Suddenly I was caught in a pinning position with no leverage. As she squashed my head further and suffocated me more with her kat I struggled to maneuver myself underneath. I was a fish in water and drowning in a pool of pussy.

Unbeknownst to me, Yui had counted me down, the 10 count was in place and I trailed in points 1-0. But the points were pointless, it was about the win.

I could not breathe though. She had me where she needed me, buried alive. All I could do for a moment was look up at her.

"You thought you were the dom, did you?", she said. "You are just nothing more than a weak little boy."

I'm not sure if it was libido, or inspiration or just the fact I needed to breathe, but that moment re-energized me enough that the forward-facing Katrina suddenly was taken down by my body that finally was able to turn itself completely over. She still had me in the hold, but I managed to balance myself enough to stand back up and pick her up before dropping her onto the ground almost like a powerbomb, breaking the hold.

Upon hitting the ground and her legs letting me loose, I took the opportunity to get a hold of both of her legs and hook them under my arms where I pulled her up enough to turn her over to where hung quasi-upside down as I unbuttoned her leather pants and removed them revealing her black shaper thong.

I threw her pants across the room, looking down at "The Domme" looking up at me, realizing she was meeting her match.

"Oh, you will pay for that.", she said.

All at once she kicked herself back up and went for a low leg take down, clipping out my left knee ee and sending me to the ground where she sat on top of me again, taking her nails to my chest and cutting me before ripping my shirt from the front and tearing a hole down the middle, exposing my upper body, before unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off, leaving me only in my white briefs.

Seeing me laying down in white briefs only made her laugh.

"Whitey tighties, really? What are you an old fart or a little kid?", she asked.

"You're about to find out.", I said as I got back up and approached her. She tried to go low for a takedown but I countered pulling her underneath my crotch. I pulled her up but as I held her in the air, she let out a little surprise.

"PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT", her ass squeaked loudly, high pitched and with the stench of someone that only ate protein and vegetables. I could smell the pre-workout.

The smell caught me by surprise and in my shock, I dropped her and fell back down to the ground. It was a disgusting but yet familiar taste and it was then I realized this wasn't going to be as easy as I hoped.

On the ground she pounced immediately thrusting her crotch onto me before turning over and dropping her muscular plump ass onto my face.

BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP

BRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

PPFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Oh, it was familiar alright, a taste I recalled and never wish to have again, but here we were

BRRRRRRRRRRRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

She had me stunned, she had me beaten, she truly was the domme and I give her credit where credit is given, but I'm the dom and this is my revenge story.

I heard Yui count again, this time faster than last and thus I trailed 2-0.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP

I had forgotten how bad that experience was, but this reminded me of it. The ptsd in my mind of every girl farting in my face as I sat blinded, drunk, drugged, and dumbed triggered bad memories in my mind and made for a personal hell that I had to overcome.

"What's the matter? Kat got your tongue?", she asked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm",  I answered.

"What was that?", she pulled her ass up a little to let me breath.

"I said, no I'm getting the Kat with my tongue.", I replied.

Suddenly I pulled her back onto me and aligned my mouth right where it needed to me as I began licking her ass, taint, and pussy and grabbing her body to allow it to ride my face

Above me she was reacting in a way she was not anticipating. As my tongue went back and forth, Kat moaned, and her body reacted by loosening all of her.

"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP", her ass splattered as her farts began coming out in response to her ass being pleasured.

My tongue continued its way underneath her. Soon she lost control of her grip on me. Suddenly all at once, the floodgates broke and Kat came into my mouth as she moaned loudly above, letting her guard down long enough for me to countersuit.

As she leaned forward trying to recompose herself, I took the liberty to turn the tables on her. Soon she went from on top of me to on my lap as I used my legs to take her down and maneuvered myself to take her over my knee.

"I told you I'm the dom", I said with a smile on my face as I took Kat's shaper thong further up her ass and treated her cheeks to my right hand.

She screamed in pain as I spanked her and held her down. After a minute of it I rolled her off me and onto the ground. It was then I decided to take a seat. Immediately I thrusted my crotch on top of her smothering her underneath my balls and cock and riding her face in it.

It was then I noticed that Yui was not counting. I tried to ignore it but did not forget it. I then turned my body over and dropped my ass onto her face.

"Now a taste of your own medicine..."

As I prepared to let loose, suddenly I felt a 4'11, 140-pound Japanese girl jump on my back and put me in a chokehold. Immediately I reacted by getting off Kat, but struggled to get a hold of Yui, who had blindsided me with the attack. As I tried to walk her off me Katrina ran up and clipped my knee out, causing me to fall forward to the ground.

It was then that both women pounced on me and began pounding on me, holding onto my neck while giving me punches and kicks to my body.

"Let's finish him off baby, this loser is about to learn."

It began getting tough to fight back. The kicks and hits were painful, and breathing had gotten harder between my face being smothered and neck being choked.  The high heeled boots alone were killing me at this point.

I was too weak to fight back as I stayed down on the ground, not reacting to it.

"Turn him over", she said to Yui, who got off me and helped turn me over as I laid prone and unconscious on the ground.

"Smother submission. He did not respond to the referee. Call the match after a minute on the shot. He is out.", Kat instructed Yui.

Little did they know but I was still conscious, just smart enough to let them think I was dead. I couldn't play sports, but I could certainly play possum.

Kat positioned herself, facing forward to keep an eye on me and using her glutes on my chest to keep me down and my face pinned against her crotch to keep me down.

As she leaned forward, she looked down at me but made sure to face the camera when she said, "Now who is the domme? Does not look like you. You really been a bad boy, let's gas you up and disgrace that face of yours further."

It was at that moment I could feel Kat twerking up her cheeks, looking to build one last big one.

"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"

I took it, I took it like a man. It was 9 seconds, a long 9 seconds. It was wet, it was bassy, and it smelled, but something changed in me. Instead of fearing the fart, I embraced the fart, inhaling every bit of gas from her ass and swallowing it whole. Like Popeye and spinach, swallowing it just made me stronger.

Yui started to ask if I could still go and I chose not to respond. Yui leaned in, to give the impression she was going to count me down by raising my arm three times and dropping it.

"One...", she yelled, raising my arm and letting it drop.

"Two...", she yelled, raising my arm and letting it drop.

"Three.", she began to yell before I used my arm to grab her by her referee shirt and pull her head into Kat's, knocking them both over and onto the ground. At that moment I decided to take advantage by running over to my pants discarded next to me and pulling out the hand cuffs from my cargo pocket. With both on the ground but next to each other, I took the opportunity to handcuff them to each other.

Both girls struggled to get up pulling each other down and over.

"Here, let me lend you girls a hand.", I said.

I took the moment and pounced running them both over like an NFL Linebacker taking out the pretty little receivers.

This left both on the ground with their heads next to each other.

"This won't take long ladies, I promise."

All at once I dropped my big white ass onto their faces. My ass was large enough or their head were small enough that I was able to cover them both evenly with my ass cheeks. At this point they were powerless.

"BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP", yelled my ass into Kat and Yui's little faces.

Underneath of me I could hear both girls gagging. Remembering the humiliation Kat subjected me to, I decided to have some fun.

"What's that? I cannot hear either of you. It’s so loud up here."

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

At this point both ladies were fish out of water on the ground. It was hook, line and sink em.

I leaned forward to let out a few more.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

More and more I let out, wet, loud and bassy. Just liked both seemed to like as Kat's body went through more convulsions and Yui's squirmed but clenched at her crotch as I let loose some more.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

BRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

With each one the more satisfied I grew as I took Kat's hand and forced her to stroke my cock as I slapped her tits

Kat screamed in pain but moaned more in pleasure. Yui in her own quieter way did the same.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

As more farts came out, Kat stroked me harder, faster and it was then I cummed in my underwear.

"Well, it seems somebody likes men more than she think she does.", I said.

"You got me, okay. I'll take the loss, just get me and her out of these cuffs.”, she replied.

"That's going to require you to do one more thing.", I exclaimed.

"What is that?", she asked.

"You got to get the key out.", I said.

"Where's the key?", she asked.

I turned around and pressed my ass out to her, now standing over how.

"You're kidding me.", she said.

"Nope, to get the key you got to get out of my asshole. It can be a team effort though."

Both girls looked at each other desperately on their knees. I turned around and faced my ass towards Kat and Yui's faces. Kat taking initiative pulled down my briefs, allowing me to step out of them and began sticking her tongue in my ass, trying to feel where the key could be. After a few seconds, Yui joined in, extending this down my taint and underneath of my balls, as both lovers searched out the key to their freedom in the ass of a man who had them by the boobs.

With each taste though came a little extra as I let some loose farts out into their mouth and made their journey tougher.

After a few minutes both girls removed their faces out.

"Goddamn, where did you hide that thing.", Kat asked.

"Oh, that's right, they're in my other briefs.", I laughed as I began walking away.

"What the fuck do you mean?", Katrina asked me.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut this short, I have work in the morning."

I walked over to put back on my khaki pants.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?", Katrina asked.

"Sorry girls, this was fun but 5am comes even earlier than me.", I said laughing.

"Wait! You are not leaving.", Kat said struggling to get up because she had to support the tiny girl cuffed to her.

As I walked over and put on my work shirt and grabbed my tie she tried blocking me from the stairs.

"Here, fine, let me give it to you.", I said.

I reached into my other cargo pocket and pulled out the other cuffs, grabbing Kat's arm and cuffing her to the railing on the stairs.

"Hey!", Kat yelled.

She tried to get me but couldn't get herself away from the staircase. Yui tried to reach out, but she was bound to her lover.

I walked over to the computer where I hit end video on the feed and took the usd card that had the footage on it.

"What do you think you're doing?", Kat asked.

"I see why you win all those fights now. But the world will know about your loss and humiliation.", I replied taking the card with me.

"You're not getting out of here!", she exclaimed.

"Am I, just taking the stairs to the backyard.", I then began to walk towards the stairs.

"Oh, before I forget.", I said.

I proceeded to then walk over to where we wrestled before and grab the pair of briefs I had on, before turning them inside out and placing them over Kat's head and face before taking out my phone to take a pic of the Domme herself having been cuffed, submitted, farted on and disgraced by the very kind of man she hated and yet got off on so much.

As I walked out of the basement I could hear her screams, but luckily, she's the only house on the block. I was nice enough to leave the door open, so perhaps one of her clients will find her in this state.

Either way, fear was overcome, trauma was being beaten and I took out the All Gender Champion herself.

"He truly was the Dom", I could hear her say, not knowing I was still standing by. I smiled as I got in my car and prepared to work on my first film.

Chapter: 2

Reminder that I'm trying something new and posting photos of people who look like the characters that inspired these stories

###Chapter 3

As the evening rush at the local Hooters was beginning to pick up steam, Mark was sorting through cleaning supplies and scrubbing down trays when he noticed Anna and Eileen pause awkwardly after dropping him off some dishes. They were shooting each other bashful glances with flushed faces. Something was definitely up.

Anna was the first to break the silence, “Hey, Mark… mind if we hang back here with you for a minute?” she said, biting her lip with a sheepish grin.

Mark shrugged. “Uh, sure. What’s up?”

Eileen leaned in, stifling a laugh. “It’s just… it’s been a busy night, and, uh, we’ve been holding something in for a while.” She hesitated, glancing over her shoulder. “It’s either here or, well, the dining area, and we’d rather not let loose around the customers, you know?”

“Or around Bryan,” Anna added, nodding toward the kitchen where the cook was busy at the grill. “Definitely not in the kitchen.”

"Debbie said you'd be cool with it," Eileen added expectantly, a curious expression on her face.

Realizing what they were getting at, Mark felt his cheeks heat up. They were both looking at Mark with their doe-brown eyes in anticipation.

Unsure of what to say, but not wanting to leave them waiting Mark said, “Yeah, no problem. Go ahead if you need to… you know.”

Anna released a little sigh of relief. “Thanks, Mark.” She tossed her brown locks to the side with a careful look over her shoulder to ensure Bryan was still busy at the grill. Then she discreetly moved closer to Mark to hide herself better and turned her back, letting out a small soft fart. Her shoulders shook with quiet laughter. The smell was light but still noticeable, carrying a faint whiff of something like burnt toast and old gym socks.

Eileen, looking like a mischievous child caught in the cookie jar, "What that it!?" Then she blasted her own fart that sounded like it tore the fabric of her tight orange shorts. "Whew! Smells like the onion rings we had."

Anna, shaking her head in response to Eileen, turned back to look at Mark with a reddened face and said, "Mark? You're not gonna tell anybody about this right? Debbie said we could trust you to be discreet."

Mark, wanting her to feel comfortable, waved his hand like it was nothing and said, "Honestly, Anna, you're good; I won't tell a soul."

Anna's face softened, and with an apologetic smile, she let out a slow, drawn-out fart that hissed like a leaky tire and filled the air with the sour acidic odour of sweat and too much garlic.

Eileen chuckled, playfully nudging her. “Now that’s more like it!”.

Mark was on cloud nine. He took a moment to thank the apron hiding his ceramic stiff cock.

"Thanks for putting up with us," Anna laughed shyly.

'Oh you're definitely welcome' he thought.

"Honestly I get it. Farts are funny, there's no judgement here." Mark assured.

"Thanks, Mark," Anna murmured, maintaining her apologetic look. "I better get back."

"Go and make us some money," Mark replied encouragingly.

"I'll see ya out there," Eileen called after her. Then, turning to Mark, she said, “Hope you're ready for this.” Just before she bent over and grabbed a a hold of the sink. A surprisingly loud, 'BLAAAAT' followed that echoed wetly in their private corner of the room. The smell hit instantly — an intense combination of fried onions and something earthy, almost like damp soil after rain. Mark pretended to wince, fanning the air for added effect.

Eileen looked at Mark in utter relief, "We'll most likely be back," she warned with a guilty grin.

Mark couldn't believe his luck.

"Debbie sends her love." She called back, blowing him a kiss.

Mark watched her go, her tinkling laugh echoing in his head.

Bryan entered Mark’s vision, blocking his view with pans and utensils to clean. "Hehe, I know whatcha lookin' at," Bryan said with an evil smirk. "She's gotta nice one doesn't she? God, what I wouldn't give for a piece of-" he stopped suddenly two feet from Mark. "JESUS ALMIGHTY CHRIST. You ripping ass back here boy!"

Mark knowing he couldn't tell the truth, nodded glumly with a shy smirk.

"Last time I bring you dishes! I ain't leaving my kitchen again; you come to getcha own dishes, you nasty shitty ass gremlin." He swore as he sped walked back to the kitchen area.

Mark didn't mind Bryan being annoyed with him. A chance to bond with the girls was well worth it. And it turned out they were going to bond quite a bit tonight.

Mark rinsed a stack of used glasses, carefully scrubbing the rims as he hummed softly to himself. The rhythm of the kitchen around him was oddly calming—pots clinking, the low hiss of the fryer, and Bryan shouting as he filled his orders.

Anna slipped into the back first, flashing Mark an apologetic smile as she leaned her back against the counter. She closed her eyes for a second, took a quick breath, and then relaxed. A quiet hiss sounded as a potent smell began to fill the air, something like overripe broccoli steamed in sweat.

PFFFT

“Ahhh, there we go,” she sighed in exaggerated relief, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. She shot a sidelong look at Mark, who raised his eyebrows, unsure how to respond.

“Thanks, Mark,” she said with a grin. “You’re seriously a lifesaver.”

Eileen came in just as Anna was leaving, "Table six wants you." She said casually as they high-fived each other on the crossover.

“I thought I was gonna explode during that last order,” Eileen admitted as she got to Mark’s corner. She adjusted her stance, and let out a short but sharp little toot, which ended with a soft, squeaky squeal. The smell was immediate, sharper than Anna’s and carrying a hint of something like boiled cabbage with that same earthy undertone. Mark coughed lightly, trying to hide his amusement.

She then held up her hand for Mark to high-five, nonchalantly leaving after he did so.

Mark returned to clearing plates and wiping down tables out front, doing his best to help and making sure everything looked spotless for the evening crowd.

He could hear faint laughter from the dining area—a mix of customers’ banter and Debbie’s infectious, hearty laugh echoing now and then. The restaurant was beginning to wind down, but the energy was still high.

Pausing for a moment, Mark leaned against the counter, sipping water from his tumbler and glancing out toward the main floor through the door's window. He spotted Eileen and Anna busying themselves. Now and then, they’d steal a glance toward the back with sheepish grins. Mark chuckled and shook his head; he had a feeling he hadn’t seen the last of them yet.

Just as he stacked the last glass onto the drying rack, Anna and Eileen sauntered in with matching smirks. Anna took up her “spot” by the sink, leaning back.

"How's your night going?" She asked conversationally right before letting out a staccato of three little bursts. The smell hit fast, this time more eggy than tangy, but still reeking of spoiled broccoli.

"Nice one Anna!" Eileen said, “Let me add a little something.”

Mark watched as she raised one leg dramatically, a screeching noise followed like tires on pavement.

'SKRRRRT'

Eileen looked proud of that one. The scent that followed was… intense. A pungent, almost cheesy smell hung in the air, like aged parmesan.

"Aaaand that's my cue to leave," Anna coughed, rushing back to the dining room.

Eileen laughed and said "God Mark, you're gonna hate us by time the night's over."

"I'm sure you'll pay me back someday." Mark said forcing out a cough.

"I guess we'll see about that." Eileen replied with a grin as she headed back to the dining room.

Throughout the night, Anna and Eileen made several trips to the back, each one punctuated by a quick thank-you and more stifled laughter. Mark tried to stay casual, but it was hard, especially as they tried to cover up their discomfort and embarrassment with jokes and playful nudges.

As the night was drawing to a close, Bryan called for the last order before he shut the kitchen down and said his goodbyes.

Debbie decided to grace Mark with her presence, dropping off some dirty dishes.

"Phoooey! Smells worse than Daddy's barn back here." She exclaimed.

The girls followed in with tinkling laughs.

"C'mon, Mark, let's get some air; you deserve it."

"Ya, I think we all need a breather after a night like that," Debbie said.

Once they got out the back door, Debbie lit a cigarette and took a long drag with a satisfied sigh. “Well, I reckon I’ve earned an early clock-out tonight, don’t y’all think?” she announced with a self-satisfied grin. “Covered both your tables every time you girls ducked out, you should be the ones to lock up and finish cleaning.”

Eileen raised an eyebrow, glancing at Anna. “Aw, c’mon, Deb, that's hardly fair. It wasn't that many breaks."

Anna nodded in agreement. “Yeah! We couldn’t help it if, well, you know, we needed some space to… let loose.”

"Ya, It’s been a rough night! If anyone should clock out early, it’s us.” Eileen agreed, putting a hand on her stomach. “I don’t think I can last much longer without seeing a bathroom.”

“Well, I think that if anybody should be clocking out early, it’s the one who’s had to put up with all ya'lls shenanigans,” Debbie added, casting a wink at Mark.

Anna glanced over at Mark with a guilty smile. “You’re all right, right Mark? You don't think we took advantage do you?”

Mark laughed, trying to sound at ease, "Oh, you took advantage, but I'm doing alright, no worries. Anytime."

"See, Mark’s fine, and our tummies have been twistin' all night; I think both of us need to hit a bathroom sooner rather than later." Eileen groaned.

Debbie let out a chuckle. “Well, hate to break it to ya'll, but I'm human too and my tummy’s been bubbling since the start of my shift.. Ain’t like I got to take any breaks with all your customers and the extra running around.”

"Well, you didn't say anything!" Anna exclaimed.

"Well I thought maybe one of ya'll was gonna return the favour, it was my idea after all," Debbie said

Eileen shot Debbie a coy smile. “So that’s what this is about—you wanted in on the fun, huh?”

Debbie’s eyes sparkled. “Maybe I did, sugar."

The three of them fell into a light-hearted standoff, each playfully jockeying for who had it worse and who should be clocking out early.

After a moment of silence, Debbie’s face lit up with a mischievous spark. "Tell ya'll what, let’s make this interesting.” She leaned in, speaking in a daring tone, “A little contest, just us girls. See who’s got the best, or should I say worst, one left in 'em.” She stopped to take a drag of her cigarette before adding, "and Mark here can be the judge. The winner gets to clock out early—and so does our brave boy for puttin’ up with it all.”

The girls exchanged glances, their initial surprise quickly replaced with laughter. Anna sighed, giving Mark an apologetic smile. “I mean… if you’re game.”

Mark felt his stomach flip. Just when he thought his night couldn't get any more wild Debbie threw another wrench in.

Eileen prodded, "You did say Anytime, girls. No problem." in a poor imitation of his voice.

He shrugged, playing along. "Alright, I can be fair and impartial," he joked.

Eileen sighed, a playful glint in her eye. “Guess it’s only fair, Mark. Just don’t hold it against us,” she said, laughing nervously.

Anna bit her lip, looking both amused and slightly guilty. “Sorry in advance, Mark,” she murmured.

With the terms set, they all exchanged glances.

"Who goes first?" Anna asked.

Eileen looked at Mark with a sympathetic smile. “Alright, I guess I'll go.” She took a deep breath and turned away, bracing herself.

"C'mon, Mark, get your face nice and close; you can't judge from over there." Debbie taunted.

Mark, feeling incredibly nervous, stepped toward Eileen, who he noticed had a slight pink tinge rising up her neck.

He had barely squatted down, his face a foot away from Eileen's butt when a rattling fart clapped out of her asscheeks, warming the cool night air in Mark’s face. He fought the urge to wince as the smell hit—a sharp, like boiled eggs left out too long. She looked at Mark apologetic, waving her hand in front of her face. “Oh, gosh, Mark… I’m really sorry. That was worse than I thought.”

Mark gave a thumbs up, "I'm good."

Anna stepped up next, clearly hesitant.

Mark closed the space in between them, staying a little farther back, not wanting to make Anna uncomfortable.

"Sorry, Mark, this is… kind of awful to ask, but can you come closer? I want a fair judgement.” Anna added as she bit her lip.

She closed her eyes, and after a brief pause, a high-pitched, fart squeeked out, and continued longer than anybody expected, cutting the quiet night with its shrill sound. The scent wafted over, just as eggs as Anna's but with a slight tang that made Mark momentarily cover his nose with his sleeve.

“Oh… my bad,” Anna murmured, with a grimace, clearly embarrassed. "I am trying to win though."

"All good," Mark replied

Finally, Debbie stepped up with a wicked sneer, clearly enjoying herself. “Alright, y’all, watch and learn.” She waited until Mark found his place near her butt, then tensed up right as she unleashed a deep, rumbling explosion, with a force that startled even her. The stench hit like a wave of thick reeking shit, and lingered in a way that was impossible to ignore. Mark felt as if he just dove headfirst into raw sewage. The others took a step back, coughing and waving their hands in front of their faces.

“Whoa, Debbie!” Eileen laughed, fanning the air. “It reeks like that swamp out back Jimmy Mcnabs place”

Debbie laughed, clearly pleased with herself ascshe raised an eyebrow at Mark. “So, what’s the verdict?”

"You don't have to say anything Mark, the tears in your eyes say enough," Anna said empathetically.

"Ya, you guys get going, especially you, Deb. We'll clean up and close up shop." Eileen said.

"Thanks, ladies," Debbie said confidently strutting away. "You too Mark."

"Ya, Mark, enjoy your night; you deserve it," Anna said.

"Ya, Mark, hopefully you don't think about us differently," Eileen said with a laugh.

Debbie was giving Mark a knowing look.

"Uh...ya, no problem, girls, uh...anytime."

As they were heading to their cars, Debbie called out to Mark, "I better see you with Holly tomorrow night; it's her birthday, remember?"

Mark, feeling as though he owed Debbie his life, called back, "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Ms. Palmer."

Debbie blew him a kiss as she got in her pink convertible, giving him one last wave as she drove off in the night.

Mark stood outside his car, staring off in the direction she went, lost in thought.

Let me know who is interested in Chapter 4, and share your thoughts

The worst sort of pain is not physical. It is emotional.

Growing up an overweight, disgusting slob of a boy, I was always the target of ridicule and laughter from my peers. I always tried to write everything off and move on but that didn't mean anything to them. I was just a punching bag.

To the guys, I was a joke, that guy you can pull pranks on and get away with. But the girls, they were worse, way worse.

With my lack of social skills, I tended to gravitate towards females as my friends. My best friend through Elementary School was Madison. Madison and I as kids were like two siblings. She always stuck up for me and I always cared for and supported her. Whether it was comforting her when her cat died or cheering her up by giving her some of my lunch. She was my best friend, and I would have done anything for her.

As we both grew older, there came new girls, and new friends that the both of us would become acquainted with. After Maddy came Abby. Abby was a bit of a smart ass and fancied herself as a comedian, with her nonstop jokes and sometimes mean-spirted pranks like pulling a chair from underneath me as I sat and dropping flat on my ass in 4th grade in front of everyone. But I brushed it aside, why be so sensitive?

After Abby was Amber. Amber was the daughter of a former NFL player and cheerleader. She inherited her mother’s looks but also inherited her Father's way of treating others. She was a bully as much as she was that typical preppy upbeat, happy fake female. Maddy liked her though and so I did too. Her friends were also my friends I felt.

Shortly came Brianna. Brianna had moved from New York City and was the new girl out of place in this white bread country neighborhood. Maddy welcomed her with open arms and thus I did too. Although Brianna was a bit difficult because as much as I tried to talk to her, she wanted nothing to do with me . So, while we hung out together, we didn't really sit together.

Then there was Phoebe. Phoebe was the most accepted and beloved of the group. She didn't like to talk much but loved to smile and just be there in the moment. More often than not she was the other person in the group I'd spend the most time with because we were both shy and reserved around others and so when the group split, it just was easy to stick with someone like me, though we couldn't be any more different.

Then there was Katrina. Katrina or "Kat" was the final member of the group that had begun with just Maddy and I on the first day of Elementary School and now by the time we had reached 7th grade there were 7 of us. Things though were starting to go downhill though.

As we all grew up, we all grew differently. Maddie became blessed genetically with a figure that allowed her most feminine features to stand out and the attention had inflated her ego tremendously. Abby embraced a Gothic look and appearance all the while maintaining her sarcastic demeanor. Amber found herself genetically blessed as well as being able to maintain a perfect figure to go along with her angel face.

Brianna struggled with the move and started being more cynical and disrespectful, often lashing out at me if something about me bothered her at that moment. Maddy would apologize on her behalf, but it still bothered me.

Phoebe stayed the same. She went through those Middle School years and still maintained her kind, meek, shy, demeanor. Nothing really changed but her age. Kat experienced some changes of her own as she started cutting her hair shorter and working on growing muscle in her arms to impress other girls.

It was on Maddy's 18th birthday that it all came ahead. High School had begun, and things were changing fast. For Maddy's 18th birthday she sought out to have a party that would never be forgotten. I remember being surprised when I arrived to her home and didn't find her parents’ home but I did find liquor on the kitchen table.

She had gotten it from an upperclassman who wasn't able to attend but got stole some from his brother's liquor cabinet.

"We are going to turn up tonight!", Maddy exclaimed.

"I don't know Maddy, I've never had alcohol.", I said.

"Pfft, it’s easy, just have a few drinks and you'll ease right into it.", she replied.

We all gathered in the basement where the girls and I all sat in a circle together as Maddy brought down the drinks. Pouring us all a glass of something different.

"Hey, let's play truth or dare.", Maddy said.

So, we began playing. Maddy went first, looking at me with a smile.

"Hey...truth or dare."

I had taken a large sip, and the effects hit me quick, I smiled and said, "Dare."

Maddy smiled and said, "I dare you to chug that whole drink."

My eyes widened but my false sense of confidence made me just say, "Why not?" as I chugged down the beverage and although the burning sensation in my throat was not ideal, I swallowed it all down like a man.

Within seconds I realized my mistake, but my mind was already going to another place.

"Looks like you'll need another drink.", Maddy said smiling.

So she poured me another as I looked over at Abby and said, "Truth or dare"

Abby responded, "Truth".

I then asked her, "Um...why are you such a smart ass?"

She looked at me and said, "It’s because I'm smart and have an ass.", before looking at me and saying, "Truth or Dare".

Me being drunk and foolish responded, "Dare."

Abby dared me to chug my drink again, and so I did and again I felt the alcohol take its hold.

Now completely drunk I turned over to Brianna and said, "Truth or Dare."

Brianna said, "Truth."

I asked her, "Uh..do you miss New York?"

I was a lame kid. Sue me.

She responded, "Everyday." and then asked me "Truth or Dare."

Again, not so bright I said, "Dare."

And again, I was dared to chug my drink as Maddy had another one ready and again I did. By now I really couldn't hold my weight in alcohol.

Again, I looked over to Amber to ask, "Truth or Dare" and Amber responded with "Truth"

Again, I had a lame question, "So did your dad ever win the Super Bowl?"

She laughed and responded, "He wishes.", before asking me "Truth or Dare:?"

I smiled and said, "Dare."

Amber smiled and said, "I dare you to make out with Maddy...blindfolded."

Suddenly my heart was racing. Although I wasn't coherent the idea of what she suggested appealed to me.

"Amber!", Maddy said.

"What? It’s your game", replied Amber.

"Fine, but blindfolded as you said."

Katrina went over and grabbed the blindfold, wrapping it around my eyes, blackening my already distorted sight, now made worse by not seeing anything at all. In my mind though I was bracing myself for a moment I had sort of been waiting on.

It is no secret my friendship with Maddy developed into a crush over time. She was my Day 1, and I could see myself spending all my days with her. I hadn't told her this, but I always felt deep down she knew too.

I was asked to be on my knees, to beg for it and so I did. Suddenly as I was about to go in for the kiss I felt two hands suddenly push my head forward and into what I thought was Maddie's pretty face with her bright sparkling eyes, thick glasses and luscious lips, but instead what I thought was that face was more squishy, sweaty and had a distinct smell to it.

Before I realized my head was suddenly up her ass, she ripped out a bassy fart. One that was wet, loud and rang for over 3 seconds. Any sort of breath I had before then was gone and replaced was the taste of Maddy's thick ass in her blue tight jeans.

Before I knew it, I was pulled down and suddenly held down as each of the girls that I could gather suddenly ganged up on me.

"Hold him down, girls. We are going to have fun with this."

Suddenly I was on the floor, on my back with my arms being held down by a different person and an ass sitting on my face. I could recognize Maddy's ass but as the sitting continued and the farting followed, I could tell different ones took a seat on my face. Too drunk, too disgusted, I passed out from the gas and when I awoke, I found myself in my underwear on the side of the road looking up at 2 of the members of our local police office.

I did not know what had happened or what to say but it was the last time I saw Maddy and our friends. The incident made the newspapers, and I was known in town as the guy found in his underwear drunk in a ditch smelling like ass.

The school wouldn't take me back and instead I finished my formal schooling in a district where my grandparents lived.

But I never forgot that betrayal. I never forgot how the humiliation felt. I never forgot what was done to me and now as a man at 25 it was my time to get the revenge I deserved.

Chapter 1

###Chapter 2:

“So, you still wanna watch a movie?” Holly asked expectantly as Mark pulled up to her trailer park home.

“Sure, I’m up for a movie night. Any idea what’s on?” Mark replied, trying to sound casual.

“There’s a Star Wars marathon starting at seven,” she suggested cheerfully.

“Oh boy. Well, I guess I don’t have anywhere else to be,” Mark sighed, feigning indifference as he exited the car.

“That’s right, you’re all mine tonight, Mark Lawrence.”

A smirk tugged at the corners of Mark’s mouth, but he didn’t respond as they made their way into Holly’s trailer.

Mark was constantly reminded of Holly’s flirtatious nature, which seemed boundless and directed at both men and women alike. He couldn’t quite figure out if she was bisexual or simply so eager for attention that gender hardly mattered.

Holly’s charm was undeniable, but it hadn’t saved her from loneliness. The only guy friend Holly had was Mark, as most others drifted away once they got what they wanted. As for girlfriends? She had burned those bridges long ago, having crossed lines with their boyfriends one too many times.

It was as if, in her world, getting her way mattered more than the fallout that followed.

The irony wasn't lost on Mark

Not even ten minutes into the first movie, Holly abruptly grabbed the remote and turned the volume down.

“Hey! Why’d you do that?” Mark asked, his mouth full of popcorn.

“Listen,” Holly replied, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

Mark turned his gaze to Holly, watching as she leaned forward, her mouth slightly open.

A moment passed before he finally asked, “What is it?”

“Shhh!” she hushed him excitedly, closing her eyes.

He noticed a faint pink hue rise from her neck and spread across her cheeks. Then, her mouth quirked up at the corners just before a series of light pops erupted from beneath her; each sounded faster and sharper than the last.

Mark felt the vibrations ripple through the couch.

“Huh, that’s strange. Never heard a couch creak like that,” he remarked, playing dumb.

Holly’s laughter was nervous, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. “Mark, that was me! I farted.” She grinned, clearly embarrassed.

Perfect, Mark thought, he needed to hear her say it.

“Ha ha, very funny, Holly, but farts usually have a smell,” he replied, feigning skepticism.

“They do! It smells kinda like the corn salad I had for lunch,” she confessed.

“You make it sound appetizing,” Mark said, his tone skeptical.

“Well, I kinda like the smell, but I don’t think you’ll feel the same,” she warned.

“I don’t know. Debbie’s corn salad? Pretty sure I love the smell of that,” Mark assured her.

“Mmm, not after what I’ve done to it,” Holly joked, her laughter bubbling over.

“It can’t be that bad,” he challenged.

“All right, come over here then,” she giggled.

Mark slid over so they were side by side on the same couch cushion. Pretending to inhale deeply, he immediately detected a subtle stench in the air. “I don’t smell anything,” he lied.

“Just wait,” Holly said, raising a hand dismissively.

An electric jolt of desire coursed through Mark as Holly used her hand to shield her face. “Don’t look at me,” she giggled.

He let them sit in silence, the air charged between them. Everything Holly did now sent tingling jolts through Mark’s body. He could feel her tension radiating from the couch cushion they shared.

“Maybe you should back up a bit so I can aim it at you,” Holly suggested playfully. “I don’t want to fart on your leg.”

“Go ahead,” Mark said with a grin. “I don’t mind a dainty little, girl fart.”

“Are you sure!?” Holly asked smiling, disbelief evident in her voice.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Mark scoffed, trying to sound nonchalant.

Mark watched as Holly unsteadily leaned to the side, and he caught her expression just as a loud sputtering noise erupted from her butt.

The sound was unmistakable—dry, yet reverberating, each note fighting to escape her tight asscheeks.

Holly turned her head to look at Mark, her face a mask of excited shock, as if to say, 'Can you believe that?'

Mark mirrored her expression, trying to hide just how sexy he found her at that moment.

“That was huge!” she exclaimed, eyes wide.

“Yeah, that was something,” Mark said, genuinely impressed. “No smell though,” he lied again.

“What!? You can’t smell that?” she said incredulously.

He could definitely smell it. The corniness she’d mentioned lingered in the air, mixed with a subtle, rotten undertone that was warm and inviting to Mark.

“Well, wait. I think I do smell corn if that’s coming from you. That’s kinda nice—so girl farts smell like home-cooked meals? Interesting, evolution is wild,” Mark said, feigning intellectual curiosity.

Holly shrieked with laughter, perhaps more out of embarrassment than anything else. She covered her face with her hands and cried, “I can’t believe I just did that!”

Just then, the door swung open, and Debbie stepped inside.

“What’s all that whoopin’ and hollerin’ I hear?” she asked, adopting a mock-serious tone.

Holly spun around and shouted, “I just farted on Mark’s leg!”

Mark’s heart sank. This was the thing he hated about Holly—he wanted to keep these moments private.

“Oh, didja now? Did he deserve it?” Debbie asked, raising an eyebrow with genuine interest as she kicked off her knee-high boots.

“I’d say, he asked me to do it!” Holly laughed, clearly relishing the moment.

AARGH! Mark shouted internally. Why, Holly, why!

“Did he now?” Debbie inquired, casting Mark a quizzical look.

“Well, not exactly,” he fumbled, thinking fast, “she said her farts smelled just like your corn salad, but I think that was just a trick.”

“Huh, is that so…” Debbie replied, studying him with a dubious expression. “So if I said my farts smelled like the pumpkin pie I had earlier, you’d be curiouser than a kitten to find out for yourself, wouldn’t ya?”

Dammit. She’d checkmated him. Mark felt at ease manipulating Holly, but Debbie was far too clever; she would see through him if she wasn’t already.

“Your farts smell like pumpkin pie?” he asked innocently, attempting to deflect.

“Are you lookin’ to find out, Mark Lawrence?” Debbie asked, her voice taking on a teasing edge.

Aaah, she was going to make him say it. He couldn’t bring himself to utter the words, but her mischievous smirk seemed to challenge him, as if to say 'I dare you, Mark Lawrence'. Debbie had a playful demeanour, yet involving her felt too dangerous—stupid, even.

Unfortunately, Mark felt pretty stupid at that moment.

“Mark Lawrence, speak now or forever hold your peace, ‘cause I got one brewin’,” Debbie said with a wicked grin.

Mark glanced at Holly, searching for a hint of discomfort, but she merely looked fascinated.

“Well, I do love pumpkin pie,” he admitted, half-wondering if he was dreaming.

Debbie dropped her purse on the counter and strutted over to him, beaming. “Well, why don’t I getcha a slice then?” she exclaimed as if he’d just placed an order at a restaurant.

“Oooh, you’re gonna get it now,” Holly murmured, looking barely able to contain her laughter.

“Debbie wouldn’t lie to me,” Mark whispered, his voice shaky.

Debbie approached him, gesturing to the spot beside him. “May I sit?”

Mark was doing his best to maintain his composure and return to his previously cool demeanor.

“Why certainly, young lady. Take a seat, take a seat. Rest them legs, why don’t you?” he drawled, doing his best to mimic a Southern gentleman, which he had to admit was quite poor.

Holly’s giggle confirmed as much.

Debbie’s look of mischievous glee conveyed an appreciation for his attempt.

We’re just playing a game, he reassured himself. Everything’s normal. I’m normal. We’re just playing.

“Oh, you’re watching Star wars?” Debbie asked, intrigued. “I love Star Wars! Did Holly mention that?”

“She does,” Holly confirmed.

Without warning, Debbie leaned away from Mark and let out a short, deep rumble.

“There you are, Mark. Baked it myself,” Debbie said with a sense of pride.

“Hmmm,” Mark put on a thoughtful expression, buying time as he inhaled discreetly, savouring the aroma of Debbie’s home-baked stench. “I think you used too many eggs,” he replied seriously.

The girls erupted into genuine laughter.

“Oh, you’re a hoot, Mark Lawrence!” Debbie exclaimed, slapping her knee.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief, though he wasn’t entirely sure he was out of the woods yet.

“Haha, yeah, sure, well…” Mark said, clapping his hands on his knees, “I better get going. It’s late, and I have to eat dinner.”

Debbie laughed again, waving off his hesitation. “Oh, nonsense, honey. Least you can do is finish the movie. I’ll even whip you up somethin’ to eat,” she said with a wink, her tone warm yet unmistakably persuasive.

“Oh, she just wants an excuse to watch Star Wars with you,” Holly teased, nudging him.

Debbie chuckled, leaning in. “I do love that little elf fella… he in this one?” she asked.

Mark raised a brow, realizing she meant Yoda. “Uh, no, not in this one. Next movie.” he replied, smiling.

"Oooh good." Debbie said cheerfully rising from her seat beside Mark. "Now I'll fix ya a sandwich to tide you over." Then as an after thought added, "Oh wait, here, one for the road." And with her butt slightly angled towards Mark and Holly she let out an airy toot.

"Debbie!" Holly exclaimed with laughter.

"Just something to hold ya off until I get back." She said kindly, making her way to the kitchen.

Hours later, when the credits we're rolling on the last movie Mark finally said his farewells as he rose from the couch. His balls feeling as though they were two cinder blocks. His cock ached from being hard off an on again so long.

He had to excuse himself to the bathroom once during the second film to relieve some of the tension, however it turned out to be quite the fruitless endeavor as after that It seemed every thirty minutes Holly and Debbie would trade a fart back an forth and reawaken his torture.

“You’ll be over again soon, won’t ya, Mark?” Debbie phrased it like a question, but Mark recognized the quiet insistence behind it.

He knew Debbie hoped he’d stick around Holly. She’d even told him once that he was her favorite out of Holly’s many admirers. Holly seemed to attract attention effortlessly, but most guys only stuck around as long as it took to get in her pants.

It wasn't the exact same with Mark, as he was better at hiding his intentions, but he also wasn't trying to have sex with Holly. Even though he knew he was going to if he kept coming around, it wasn't his goal.

However, deep down, Mark knew if Debbie hadn’t come home when she did, he knew they might’ve slipped past a line he'd later regret. Women had only farted in front of Mark in his fantasies, when it was happening in real life, it scared Mark how much of his self control he could feel slipping away.

Feeling the need to get out before his self-control broke, he forced a grin and said, “I’ll, uh, see you two later.”

“What about next week?” Debbie chimed in as he started toward the door. “It’s Holly’s birthday, ya know. You gotta come around for that.”

Mark fumbled, trying to appear casual as he shifted, already uncomfortable, and nodded quickly. “Oh, yeah, wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied, though his voice betrayed a hint of unease.

“Yay!” Holly cheered, clapping her hands.

Mark was halfway to freedom when he realized Debbie was following him to the door. As he turned, trying to conceal the awkwardness between his legs with his right hand he watched as Debbie leaned in, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper.

“Just so you know,” she began, casting a quick glance down that made him shift awkwardly, “there’ll be plenty of junk food at Holly’s party. Now, I can’t speak for anyone else, but I’ll be as gassy as a cow in a clover field. Just thought you’d appreciate the heads up since you’re a little…sensitive to that sorta thing,” she finished with a sly smile.

Heat rose to Mark’s face, and he felt as though she saw right through him. “Uh, thanks for the warning, Deb,” he muttered before practically fleeing to his car, his heart racing as he backed out without another look.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?

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###Chapter One:

It was the summer of 1999, and Mark was currently preoccupied with the clatter of dishes and the hum of kitchen machinery at the local Hooters restaurant. As he scrubbed plates and listened to the lively chatter from the dining area, he tried to lose himself to dreams of freedom and the adventures that lay ahead.

Unfortunately, there was a storm brewing in Mark’s thoughts. A personal dilemma that wouldn't allow his thoughts to wander.

They always came back to her.

Her bright blue eyes.

Her beaming brilliant smile.

Her beautiful bouncing curls of straw-coloured blonde.

His best friend, Holly Chapman.

The source of Mark's inner turmoil.

Holly was...peculiar, to put it mildly, but her eccentricity was what Mark liked most about her. She didn't conform to social norms, which was refreshing to Mark but alienating to others.

This was the heart of the issue. What Mark admired about Holly—her unabashed weirdness—also made him uneasy when they were around others. He didn't want their judgment reflected on him by association. So, Mark downplayed their closeness in public, trying not to hurt Holly while avoiding embarrassment himself.

However, Mark wasn't just hiding his friendship with Holly; he was also concealing his fart fetish. Since Holly took no issue in discussing what others would deem 'gross' or 'unladylike', Mark had subtly encouraged her to fart around him in various ways. The fact that Holly didn’t find this strange, was both a blessing and a curse.

Since Holly’s openness wasn't solely reserved for Mark, she saw no issue in talking freely about Mark’s peculiar interests in front of others. Her lack of a filter meant she casually mentioned their private jokes and specific instances of Mark trying to incite farting contests to not only their friends but anyone who would listen. This led to several close calls and awkward situations for Mark to clarify and rephrase later.

This was Mark's dilemma. It was obvious that Holly had a crush on him, and he shared those same feelings. Holly was the only girl Mark felt he could be completely comfortable with and not ashamed to be himself around.

Except he couldn't envision a version of their life together where she wouldn't embarrass him in front of his family or friends.

Their life felt like a game of theatre. A delicate dance where all the steps were carefully measured.

Mark was getting tired of it.

He told himself he had to make a choice. But he didn't want to. Couldn't even.

And so Mark scrubbed dishes with a vehement velocity that did not match his empty face and otherwise calm demeanour.

"Mark! What's got you so long in the face!?" A familiar and caring southern drawl snapped Mark out of his thoughts.

"Oh! Hey Deb. Nothin'. Just thinkin'." Mark replied, forcing a smile.

Debbie Palmer stood before Mark like a radiant sunflower, she seemed to beam happiness and cheer wherever she went. A quality mirrored by her stepdaughter Holly.

The similarities between them made the discussion of their non-relation unnecessary to those not already in the know. Which Mark knew was a blessing for Holly as the topic of her parents was quite upsetting to her.

Holly’s mother had left when she was still in kindergarten. Leaving her with a negligent drunk of a father who also disappeared a few years ago, leaving his girlfriend Debbie to take care of Holly.

Mark seemed to think this was the source of Holly’s rampant need for attention and oversharing.

In all honesty, even though the decisions of Holly’s parents were objectively terrible, Debbie was one of the best things to ever happen to Holly.

They were incredibly alike, both similar in looks and demeanour.

However, Mark found Debbie to be much more refined and sharp. Perhaps it was the southern belle charm, but Debbie came off as more classy, while Holly seemed to lack the reserve it took to impress. Mark also found Debbie to be more...discreet.

To Mark’s initial horror, Debbie was one of the first people he realized Holly had been revealing his strange behaviour to.

However, Debbie didn't have the reaction he was expecting.

She laughed it off like Mark was being funny, and to his great surprise, she started to talk about herself farting whenever Mark would come around.

This only added another layer to Mark’s dilemma as saying goodbye to Holly meant saying goodbye to Debbie, both people Mark felt genuine joy being around and a sense of home and belonging he never really felt before.

"...and then he asks me, he says- Mark, are you even listening?" Debbie broke through again.

"Uh, sorry, Deb!" Mark gave a light laugh, "Gosh, I got a lot on my mind today; it's uh...well, you know, schools done and uh...I got a lot of decisions I'm trying to work through."

Deb gave Mark a sympathetic face. "Aw, I know, dear, well tell you what, I'll leave you to it. Just thought I'd come to cheer ya up, is all, but I see you need to be on your own right now." She turned with a kind smile and a backhanded wave but stopped at the exit to the dining room; looking back to Mark, she called out, "Ya know, Holly’s been real lost this past week too, says she ain't seen hide nor hair of ya in quite a spell."

"Ya, it has been a bit, hasn't it?" Mark feigned a thoughtful look.

"Mmm," Debbie hummed, giving Mark a flat look, "Well, I don't know what's goin' on between you two, but it seems to me like ya'll might need each other right now."

Mark, feeling unsure, replied, "Oh ya maybe."

"Well, you're friends, ain'tcha? Go on and cheer each other up. She'll be done with her soccer practice just as soon as you'll be outa here." Debbie encouraged.

"I'll uh...swing by the soccer field, see if she needs a ride home," he replied with a soft smile.

"I think that's a marvellous idea," Debbie said with her trademark bright toothy grin.

And so after his shift Mark found himself standing outside the local soccer field with all the parents and boyfriends come to pick up their girls from practice.

Holly spotted Mark as she was grabbing her bag and split her face into a wide smile. He loved that smile.

Jogging over, she shouted, "Mark! What are you doing here?"

"Debbie asked me to pick you up from practice," Mark said nonchalantly.

"Oh, okay," Holly replied, her smile faltering. "Just doing Debbie a favour, huh?"

"Well, that and uh...I missed you I guess." Mark said awkwardly.

Holly brightened. "Oh, you guess?"

"Well, it's been a bit, hasn't it?" Mark said as if it was self-explanatory.

"Ya, well, whose fault is that?" Holly asked teasingly.

"Yours probably," Mark said, grabbing Holly’s bag and walking towards his car.

"Mine!?" Holly guffawed. "I think you've been the one avoiding me."

Damn. Mark thought. She noticed.

"Look," Mark said as they reached his car and got inside. "I've been busy...well distracted I guess. I've been in my head a lot."

"What about?" Holly asked earnestly as she buckled her seat belt.

Mark did the same and started the car before saying, "I've just been thinking about the future."

"Ya, I get that," Holly said solemnly.

These weren't the kinds of conversations Mark usually had with Holly. They never discussed anything serious or remotely emotional. It was always goofing off and Mark trying to see if he could get Holly to talk farts or other bodily functions.

Against his better judgment, Mark was thinking he was going to try and steer the conversation that way.

"So how'd practice go? You excited to try out for the college teams?" He asked.

"It was fine. I doubt I'll actually get any scholarships though." She said with a forced-sounding laugh.

"What? Why's that?" Mark asked doing his best to sound interested.

"Well, like...I only had two colleges ask me to try out, and it seemed more like a formality than anything." Holly huffed. "Nobody actually wants me." She said glumly, but in a quiet voice, Mark suspected he wasn't supposed to hear.

"They probably just heard about your big shits and don't want to upgrade the school's plumbing." Mark deadpanned as he signalled for a left turn.

Holly gave a short laugh before punching Mark's arm. "What do you know about my big shits?"

"Only what you've told me," Mark said innocently. "But I've never actually seen one so I'm taking you at your word."

"Why is this such a thing with you." Holly said laughing, "Do you actually want to see what my shit looks like?" She asked dubious.

"Hey whoa, take me out to dinner first why don'tcha!?" Mark said with mock shock.

"What!?" Holly said shaking her head with a giddy laugh. "Fine, I'm actually starving, let's stop at McDonald's."

"Ew, I don't wanna see a McDonald's poo," Mark said with disgust.

Holly let out a booming laugh and shouted, "Oh, you have a preference?"

"Well, I don't yet! Listen, I'm just a beginner here; I'm still trying to wrap my head around you telling me your farts actually stink."

"They do so Mark! I don't care what anybody's told you. Girls fart. And it can be bad. You heard Debbie talking last time, she's threatening to fart on your head to prove it."

"Debbie is kind of a prankster, though, isn't she?" Mark said giving Holly a sideways glance.

Holly gave a quick snort and said, "Just stop at McDonald's, Mark; I promise all your questions will be answered."

Chapter 2

Hi everyone! So a friend told me about this reddit and considering I have A LOT of fart stories I figured I might as well talk about them here.

So to preface this, I'm a skunk girl. Specifically a mixed breed skunk girl, I'm mostly human looking with skunk ears, a skunk tail and a little snout that could pass as just weird make up. Although the biggest thing that seperates us skunks from humans (and the reason we're all here hehe) is our farts. Honestly I could drink water and it would give me the WORST farts, like make you puke on first whiff bad lol.

And the worst part is they linger sooooo long, like there has been so many days where I wake up, empty out my morning farts. Go away for the rest of the day and when I get home my room STILL reeks. (The smell in my toilet has not dissipated since the day I first used it lol)

Got all that? Okay! Now onto the show.

So I was on the train to go to the nearest city, I can't really live in apartments due to my skunk genes (story for another time) so I had to settle with this small house in the countryside. It's nice, reminds me of childhood, but it also means whenever I go to work or just wanna have some fun it takes like, an hour or something.

Today I didn't really have any plans, just go shopping for cool stuff and maybe eat out. For breakfast that day I just had some egg on toast with salt and pepper, something a bit light. But like most things it was making quite a fuss in my belly, like 5 minutes into the train i was feeling the need to fart BAD.

As I was sat down on the bus, desperate for release this man sat down next to me. He was bald with grey stubble and a mean stare and was wearing a white golf shirt and a pair of khaki's. He looked like a dad, and not in the "Daddy~ 💦" way, no he looked like your average father. Not gross, but also not hot. Just a man past his prime.

He didn't really give off a bad vibe (besides that stare but i think that was his resting face.) but when he sat down he began to REALLY check out my ass, like it started as minor side glances but then it turned to just straight up multi second staring. I do a lot of work on my ass, and that day I was wearing some tight yoga pants that accentuated it well, but still, dude!

I was getting really uncomfortable, this dude was staring at it like it was an art piece and I didn't know what to do. I'm quite a shy person so I didn't wanna make a scene. Telling him to quit wouldn't work, you know how old people can get. I was feeling really gassy by then but, I didn't wanna make it bad for the rest of the people in the bus just for this guy's weirdness...

Wait!

I had the perfect idea, when I saw him looking again I scooted up close to him and whispered in his with my most seductive voice: "Y'know, if you wanna feel it up in private we could always head in the bathroom..." and shot him a wink. Obviously, he immediately stood up and began walking before I even stood up myself.

I have a relatively small tail for a skunk and it was smooshed against the train seat, plus I had a cap on that hid my skunk ears so a lot of my skunkiness was hidden as I sat there. What I'm trying to say is it was funny to see his look of arousal turn into a look of slight confusion at the tail waving in the air.

When we made it to the bathroom I let him go first and when I walked in I made sure to place my back to the door, meaning if he wanted to leave he had to go through me haha

For a few seconds we just stared at eachother, his stare was uncomfortable and hungry. However I tried not to think about that, I closed my eyes and placed a hand on my tummy. Trying to force out a fart and eventually, this humid, 7 second sbd oozed out of me. Carrying this dense, rancid stench of sulphur and fish.

It fumigated the bathroom like, the second it came out and you could tell he HATED it, he immediately plugged his nose and held his breath. I gave him my best innocent smile and said "Sorry! It happens sometimes, c'mon it'll dissipate soon." and I turned around, pushing my ass out to get him back in the mood.

Apparently his horniness outweighed his smarts because he eventually held his breath and reached his hands out. Seeing this I grunted and pushed out a MASSIVE fart. It was super loud and bassy, like a "BLRRRRRRP" and it went on for so long! Easily 13 seconds, give or take. And it carried that same dense, warm stench of sulphur and fish.

This broke him, he gagged and he fell over onto the toilet. I think he got the lesson by now but I was still feeling very gassy and I wanted to make sure he thought twice before staring at a girl's ass from now on so I inched closer to him. Eventually my booty was pressed right to his nose. I felt him struggle a bit under me but he eventually "calmed" down when I pushed out another deep fart.

Every couple of minutes for at least 30 minutes I let out a rancid fart that lasted for everywhere between 5 and 15 seconds. Some were silent, some were loud, but the thing they all had in common was they STANK. By the time I pulled away, I swore you could see this thick, green haze across the bathroom. And the smell was genuinely indescribable, I know the people here are into farts, but trust me you DON'T wanna be anywhere close to that toilet.

Once I was empty of my gas, I walked out the toilet and sat back down on my seat. Feeling happy, both that I no longer had someone staring a hole in my ass, and that I no longer had farts i needed to blast somewhere. I actually didn't see that guy for the rest of the trip to the city, hopefully I didn't kill him or something haha

Well, that's my story! If you liked it be sure to tell me! And if enough people like it, trust me, I have a loooot more stories to tell. And if people dislike it... I guess I'm not gonna tell them lol

Take care!

Warning: This story gets pretty sadistic and gross. If you’re not into that, don’t read.

It was only 7:00pm, but Carmen was drunk. She had went to an all you can eat/drink brunch earlier, followed by a day party for her friend. She had at least 7 mixed drinks, but probably more while I wasn’t looking. She had on a tight orange dress that barely covered her huge 50 inch ass. We were in an Uber headed back to her apartment. She was sitting behind the driver.

“That was some party huh? It was sooo hot tho” she said. After saying this, she rolled the window down to get some air and spread her thick thighs open. Per usual, she didn’t have any panties on so now her whole pussy was in plain view. I caught the driver looking in the rear view mirror, but he didn’t dare say anything

"Fuck, I’m bloated. Why’d you let eat two omelettes? This is your fault” she said jokingly.

“Excuse me sir?” She said to the driver “You should put your window down too”.

“Ma’am, if you’re hot I can turn…”

brrrrrppppthhh

evil laugh “Sorry, but I did warn you”

The eggy smell from the omelettes she ate quickly flooded the car. He rolled down the window and started driving a little faster.

“Oh, sir can you drop us off at the Target instead?”

Me: “What do you need?”

Her: “wipes, some snacks and a frozen pizza. I’m gonna be hungry again once I shit out this brunch". "Oops, sorry sir. I’m tipsy, just ignore me”

We go inside Target, she looks completely out of place with a club dress on. Plus it keeps riding up and exposing her ass. We’re walking down an aisle grabbing snacks

Her: “Hey, guess what?” Me: “What?

ppppffffftttthhhh

“My ass says hello haha”.

She goes to another aisle, walking past the sodas. “I’m so thirsty”. Grabs a personal size coke, opens it and starts drinking it. An employee sees her and gives a disapproving look. “I’m gonna pay for it up front” she says to him. He walks off, she chugs the rest of the soda, tosses the bottle in an empty shelf, and lets out a deep burp. “Guess I’m not gonna pay for it”

We go to the other side of the story to get the last item, wipes. Chugging the soda on an already bloated, liquored filled stomach was clearly a bad idea.

“We gotta get home, I need to shit so bad and I’m not about to use this nasty bathroom in here”. A loud, rumbling fart comes out of her ass. Another woman in the aisle is startled and quickly moves to another aisle. We go to the checkout, only to run into what appears to be line ever. We wait for 5 minutes, but the line barely moves. She’s shifting around, clearly uncomfortable. She’s letting out silent farts, but the smell has changed. They’re no longer eggy though, they smell like shit. The people behind us are groaning and complaining, but nobody suspects the horrid smell is coming from the fine ass half naked woman.

Her: “Fuck this. This is taking forever. Just meet me in the garage”

Me: “Why the garage we didn’t…”

Her: “Just go!”

I follow instructions and go down the escalator to the garage. Maybe 2 minutes later, she comes down, but with just her purse.

Me: “You didn’t get anything?” She ignores me.

We get further away from the door and she says “I knew you’d say something that’s why I told you to go”. She opens her bag and inside are the snacks, pizza and wipes.

Her: “yes, I stole them, no I don’t give a fuck” and drunkenly laughs. “Go to the door on that side, it’s a shortcut to my building otherwise we’ll have to walk all the way around”

We get to the door and it’s locked shut.

“Shit! I’m not gonna make it if we walk around”

Me: “well we can’t go back in the store now”

Her: “Yeahhh. Ughhh, I’m about to do something really gross”

Now I was used to her peeing in public. She did this quite often, especially when she had been drinking, but I wasn’t at all prepared for what was coming next.

Her: “Hold this”. Hands me her bag and grabs the wipes out of them. “Do you see anybody?”

Me: “No, but wait you can’t…”

Her: “shhh!”

She squats down between two SUVs near the back wall. She lifts her dress up and out comes a strong stream of piss. The garage is on a slight incline so it’s flowing down under the other cars back towards the door. Then I hear a loud, wet, fart. She grunts, and a huge, soft shit drops from her ass. Thinking she was done, but I was completely wrong. She puts her hand on one car and leans while spreading her ass, another grunt and even more soft shit drops from her ass. The pile below her is massive. She makes another grunt, but this time it’s only another wet fart. She wipes her ass and drops it over the pile she just made.

She walks towards me “I feel so much better. Hope you still love me after that” and laughs. As we’re walking away, we pass a man heading to his car. He doesn’t say anything, but is clearly staring at her boobs. Unsurprisingly, I turn around and catch him looking at her ass too (her ass cheeks were still peeking out the bottom). He quickly turns around and keeps walking. 15 seconds later we hear somebody yell “WTF??!!” We turn around and see that same man at his car. The same one Carmen just shit behind.

Her: “Well, I guess he didn’t like my little present”. She lets out an evil laugh and starts walking faster.

Shortly after Maria had performed that little tease with Tony's dick wafting away the bomb she had unleashed upon it, she continued to dance for him, without the aid of music. Yet even then, the spectacle was not lost. One could and would argue that it could not be lost unless Maria herself was, for she was always a spectacle, especially for Tony.

Periodically, Maria would "enhance" the dance while she was shaking ass by ripping it, too. Given the molecular composition of her farts, it did not take long at all for the room to start stinking of Maria. It was as though she was fusing with the room itself, becoming a part of it. Maria commented on this at one point.

"Oh, wow...I fucking stink..." she said right after letting out a triumvirate of small ones into the room, aimed at Tony, as she shook her ass for him. Tony coughed, seemingly in agreement.

"Nothing sexier than hearing an ass that moves like that fart the way that it does..." he said, waving his hand in broad strokes from left to right, conveying to Maria that both of them were on the same page. Sometimes, when she'd fart, she'd stop shaking that ass of hers and let a hand wave behind her, making Tony's cock ache at the erotic gesture.

At some point during her little show, Maria paused. Tony, dick erect and mouth slightly ajar, listened, as though hypnotized.

"...Oh my god..." Maria whimpered.

He watched as Maria's legs came together; though barely noticeable, he did catch how her left hand seemed to go towards her stomach. Her right hand, however, went down to her ass, and she cupped it over a portion of her crack.

How the fuck is she this hot*...?* Tony thought. Then, without any kind of warning, Maria let loose, right into the palm of her hand.

This particular fart sounded like an air-horn had been wedged up her ass and "bassified." It wasn't all too long, lasting only around two and a half seconds, but the sound aroused Tony and Maria to levels this little tease had yet to reach. The coup de grace of it all, though, was when Tony heard Maria's sigh after it finished. It echoed in his mind, the only other thing within it a primal lust. It ricocheted off the walls of his skull as his eyes followed her right hand as it came up to her face.

And then, when he heard the sniff, and saw her upper lip briefly arch in disgust and awe, his right hand planted a smack upon her right buttock that made her yelp and leap.

Tony hadn't seen that reaction before, but Maria then looked at him over her left shoulder. On the one hand, she looked angry, but Tony saw something else: Pure, crystallized carnality.

Maria, as if possessed, turned around, and wasted no time sliding Tony inside of her and taking all of him in.

Now, roughly thirty minutes later, the room was filled with their moans and a putrid, pervasive stink leftover from Maria's back-end outbursts over the course of that dance. And they were both relishing it.

You could hear them from the living room. Tony had ended up underneath her, propped up by pillows put against her headboard as she straddled his dick and rode him cowgirl. She was riding him good, his fingers sinking into her ass meat as she grinded against his pelvis. Her nails dug into his chest as she locked eyes with him.

She relished his facial expressions, like how his brow would furrow when she grinded slowly against his pelvis; his hands would sink deeper into her ass when she did this, sometimes even smacking it to encourage her to keep doing it. She then leaned in, grabbing his face with both of her hands, and kissed him. When she did, his hands came off her ass and pulled her closer into him. He leaned into the kiss, raising himself a little off the pillow he was propped against. Her beautiful hair fell over their faces, shielding their kiss from the outside world. It was a deep, long kiss, their saliva and tongues meeting one another. She moaned into his mouth before she broke the kiss.

He got a real good look at her when she pulled away. She appeared ethereal. Arguably, Tony was already unequivocally attached to Maria, but it was in these moments, these intense, swirling moments, where he was reminded just how lucky he was to be with Maria. He placed his hands on her hips as he helped her to ride him.

"God, you're so. Fucking. Hot," Tony said, groaning as he finished the statement. Maria moaned in response.

"I know," she said, giggling and moaning, "but thank you, though."

"I need to see your butt," Tony said. There was a certain edge in his voice that Maria really liked.

"You wanna see this big farting butt that you're bricked up for?" she said; her ass went down on his dick for each of the words "big farting butt" which he found to be erotic as fuck. He nodded, licking his lips.

Maria obliged, raising herself off of him so that she could readjust herself so that she was riding him reverse cowgirl. When his dick slid out of her pussy, it slapped back onto his pubic region with a resounding thud, reminding her of its sheer girth and length. She turned her ass toward him so that he could see it, and then she sat down and slid him back into her. The action elicited a moan from her as she began to rhythmically bounce on him again.

As he watched her ass undulate as she fucked him, all Tony could think about was her toilet and just how obscenely lucky that home appliance was to be in this house, specifically. He could still vividly picture the dump she had left in it as a present for him, brown and coiled, the skins of the lentils pockmarking the outermost layer of it. Then, his mind traveled to her panties; her thongs, her fullbacks, anything and everything that had the privilege of being forced to be that close to her ass. His mind raced, assembling a scenario in his mind.

Like, imagine being on a clothing rack in a store...and this fine-ass woman walks up to you and starts checking you out...you get a glimpse of her ass before she brings you to the dressing room to try you on and...hoo, man...it's a thick, juicy one, probably one of the finest you've ever seen...it was just the right amount of "phat" and the shape was perfect...easily a booty that's raised plenty of dicks in salute...and then, she takes you off the rack and puts you in her basket...She's going to try you on!! She heads right to the dressing room and sets down the basket as she pulls her pants down...You thought this ass looked nice before, but to see it come out, spilling from the fabric as she slips off her pants...yeah, you're the luckiest set of panties in the world right now...she then steps out of her current pair and places them on the seat next to you...

"Are...are they pleading...? What are they saying to me...? 'You aren't ready?' Well, no kidding! I've never been smothered by an ass this fat, of course I'm not ready! But at the same time, I am!" You then brace for it, as she takes you out of the basket and steps into you. You're enthralled, in mere seconds, you'll be nestled snugly in between those big, jiggly buttcheeks. Or maybe...oh fuck...what if it's like "Sausage Party?"

Yeah...so she slips you in and being in between those buttcheeks feels soooo good. It's so delectably cozy and warm. You're so captivated by how good it feels that you almost don't realize that you have a neighbor, snuggled up with you all the way in here! Before you can get acquainted with this new neighbor, who looks like nothing you've ever seen before, you're taken off of her and you're back in her basket. She's going to buy you! Before you know it, you're in a bag in a car in her passenger seat, on your way to this "Great Beyond," and then, you're at her house.

Once she's inside, she walks up a flight of stairs with you in her right hand. Eventually, she reaches what must be her bedroom, and she tosses you on the bed. She walks over to the dresser; it's here you're met with the sight of her buttocks, jiggling seductively in her leggings.

"Jesus Christ..." you think, "I'm gonna be snatched up in all of that*?? Oh lord, I'm in heaven already...*"

Truly, you, as a pair of panties, have never seen a booty move like that before. You begin to imagine, again, just how many cocks have been milked by this thick, voluptuous butt. Some of them surely had to have had the best bust in their sexual lifetime because of its decadent shape, enticing movement, and just all-around perfection.

She pulls down her leggings, takes off that pair of panties, chucks them on the ground, and then makes her way back over to you. She picks you up with delicate hands, steps into, and pulls you up. You're going back in.

As you ascend up her thighs, you begin to think about that new neighbor. That weird, star-like neighbor. Soon enough, you're snug up in those ass-cheeks again; they warmly embrace and nearly suffocate you, but what a death it would be if that were the case.

And there it is: Your new neighbor, once again! You say hello, but there's still no response from this star-shaped friend.

Some time pass; it feels like hours, but it's merely minutes later. Yes, it's nice being snatched up in a supple pair of orbs, but you wish you had somebody to talk to.

Eventually, your star-shaped neighbor moves; they're finally going to say something! Or...they're kind of puckering...are they trying to kiss you...? Oh, fuck...first a fat ass to be stuck in, now a romantic partner? Say less! You pucker your lips back, extending out as far as you possibly can, awaiting the moment where your lips touch the lips of this new neighbor...

And then...

You are socked with a sudden gust of wind. It catches you off guard for a moment, but when you come back to the "moment" so to speak, trying to figure out where it's coming from, you realize that it is coming out of our little friend here. The gust is strong and...undoubtedly repugnant? It smells absolutely horrific...like something has crawled up your neighbor's mouth (?) and unfortunately passed on. It lasts for five seconds that seem to drag on forever, but when it ends, the smell doesn't dissipate immediately...it lingers. You cough and you then curse your neighbor, this neighbor you thought that you'd have some chemistry with, only to be met with another gust of wind just minutes later.

And so on. And so on. Again and again. Time after time.

Such must be the burden...no, blessing...of existence for every pair of panties in Maria's drawer. Awaiting to be picked to be blown up and thrashed by farts all fuckin' day from one of the sexiest asses on Earth.

Cycling through these scenarios in his head, Tony looked back down as Maria was fucking him. Her ass looked immaculate as it bounced up and down on his shaft. Undulations of ass rippled through her buttocks each time she came down against his pubic bone. In watching its motions, his mind leaped again.

She farts and shits out of that thing...big, bassy, horse-like flatulence and hot, thick logs, condensed by fiber...that big, thick ol' ass...Oh, fuck...here it comes...!

As Maria rode him, she heard a loud moan come from behind her. She leered over her shoulder and saw Tony convulsing.

"Fuck!" he shouted, as he felt his cock flex as semen exploded from his tip and into the condom. Maria could have let up at this point, but she didn't. She kept riding as Tony grunted hard once again.

Reduced to spasms, he shook underneath her as the grip of her pussy still felt divine. She giggled as she gradually slowed her bouncing, until she was gyrating on him.

"Fuck..." he whimpered, "...fuck!"

He was panting. Maria slowly let his cock slip out of her. It flopped back onto him.

Curious, Maria sat and eyed the condom. She could see the semen inside of it. If Tony's moans, shouts and grunts weren't enough to tell her that he just busted one of the best nuts of his life, the trails of semen lining the inside of his condom would certainly be enough evidence to convey that to her. She looked up at Tony.

His face was buried in his hands. Her gaze shifted to his stomach, rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath.

"God, that's so hot..." Maria said.

Tony pulled his face from his hands and looked down to where Maria was on the bed.

While her left arm supported her, her right hand was down by her flower; her middle finger massaging her clit. She moaned lightly and Tony felt his cock twitch again.

"I want to eat your pussy..." he said, ogling her as she played with herself. When he said this, Maria paused.

He had said it in such a casual way, but the raspy tone with which he said it did denote a sense of hunger. She felt a shiver travel up her spine. She had a feeling he'd do a good job, but there was something there. Something else that was more primal and intensely-erotic. Whatever it was, she too was soon yearning for it subconsciously.

As if guided by an invisible hand, Maria simply turned around and stretched herself, as though mimicking child's pose. Then, when she reclined in that pose, she heard Tony behind her.

"...Divine..."

And with Tony, Maria felt divine. One could argue that she was did with how she carried herself, but to have another--a significant other--reciprocate that teased something within her brain and her heart that she could not ignore. A moan floated from her mouth, as if telling Tony that what he had said had struck a chord deep within her. He took that as a signal, and dove in.

At first, his tongue moved slowly. Maria loved this, sighing.

"Just like that, baby..." she said. He obliged. His tongue danced around her pussy in calculated ways, like he was set on hitting all of the right spots. Maria came up a little so that she was on her hands and knees, and he followed, so as to keep the momentum on his end consistent. Meanwhile, her mind went to the condom, and extrapolated from there.

There was so much cum in it...All white and juicy...if he hadn't had protection on...oh fuck...he would have bred me so good, like a little, farting minx...

She gasped with a sudden jolt as Tony hit a particularly erogenous spot. She heard him giggle, too, easily pleased with himself; the sound turning her on even more.

...This chemistry...between us...it's something so different...God, I wish that he had erupted all of that deep within me...It must have felt so good to let that all out to me...Oh, I wish I could just be in his shoes to see myself in that way...me fucking him, him fucking me...yes...

She moaned again and he took the sound like a guide, a sign that he was doing it right. His hands came up and gripped her buttocks, parting them, as he made out with her pussy. The feeling of his fingers sinking into her ass drove her mind wild with thoughts.

Unffffuck...at this rate...I'm gonna cum all over his tongue... she thought to herself as she felt herself slipping as she slowly descended so that she was lying prone. Once she was prone, his mouth moved, as he proceeded to tongue her asshole. As soon as he did this, she moaned, loud as fuck. There, again, the fantasies began.

He wasted no time...got right to eating my ass...what a good little receptacle...

"Unh...yeah...eat my butt, Fart Boy..." Maria moaned. She felt Tony moan against her asshole, eliciting a giggle from her as she lightly pushed back against him as he dove deeper in, licking her exit. Unbeknownst to her at this time, Tony's cock was engorging with lust again, surely locking in a second nut to be fired off again. He continued to tongue her anus.

It's been so long...so long since I've had my ass ate like this...and it's so good...I bet this gets that big, pulsing dick of his throbbing...I made that thing stand straight up because of my greenhouse gasses...God, what a combo we are...big, veiny cock to match a big, flatulent butt...match made in erotic hea--oh? And what's this...? Oh...? Oh.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she felt it. She briefly looked over her shoulder to where Tony was. He was lapping up her ass like a dog huffing down its last meal.

From Tony's end of things, he heard something deep inside of her, a familiar type of groan, and so, he positioned his mouth directly over her asshole. By this point, too, his cock was standing at full mast again.

She closed her eyes and smiled.

God...is this from the lentils or the chicken...? Whatever it's from...what's it gonna sound like bursting right in his mouth...I bet--no, I know--it gonna sound nice...it'll have a gorgeous echo, too, I bet and--oh fuck...

With her eyes still closed, her smile faltered for a moment as she spoke.

"Ugh...baby? I really have to--" she began to say, but before she could finish her sentence, her sphincter muscles failed.

Tony felt her anus briefly pucker against his tongue, before he pulled his tongue away. Suddenly, Maria's exit blasted what felt like a jet stream of flatulence with how fast it blasted out of her. Almost instantaneously, Tony's cheeks inflated and he was shocked by that sensation, jerking back as the echo of her gas blasting into his mouth quickly faded. Nonetheless, just above her crack, Tony froze; he could feel the gentle, warm breeze of her flatus, he was still that close to her crack. He listened as her flatulence took on a bassier pitch again as her buttocks came back together and the gas continued to moan out of her ass.

For five magnificent seconds, Maria's ass unleashed a deluge of flatulence that re-erected Tony's member; and just when he thought it was over, two more shorter-but-just-as-powerful bursts shot out of her ass. All Tony could smell was shit. He could taste it, too.

A heavenly sigh floated out of Maria's mouth.

"Oh, fuck..." she said, in an almost deviously-sensuous tone. He knew that sexy smile was plastered across her face even though he couldn't see it. He readied his right hand, pulled back, and then swiped.

His whole hand crashed against her right buttock, producing a sound akin to a thunderclap. It'd obviously leave a hand print.

Maria's eyes shot open as she looked over her shoulder at Tony.

"Fine-ass fuckin' gasbag," Tony said, before he lowered his face down again, parted her buttocks, and began to eat her ass.

As her eyes rolled back as she turned her head forward again, Maria's mind began to race.

"Gasbag..." That one is new...

It was here where Tony licked her butthole in just the right way. She gasped and then smiled.

"Fuck..." she whispered, "so...'Gasbag,' huh?"

"Mm" he moaned into her crack in agreement. He pulled his face out so he could talk; "yeah..."

"That's actually so hot...but...what is a 'Gasbag' to you, baby?" she said, looking over her shoulder at him. Her gaze nearly made him melt. He took a second to collect himself, but Maria was listening intently.

"Baby girl," he said; her heart tripped in her chest when she heard this, "all you do is walk around the office, looking fine as fuck in your pencil skirts and tight dress pants and all that and you break wind constantly. Cropdustin' the whole fuckin' office. You fart--legit--All. Fucking. Day. And it's the sexiest shit for a dude like me..."

Maria turned her body in such a way so that she was facing Tony while still laying on her right side. Her left hand came down and began to massage her clit as she listened to him.

He is right...I really just fart whenever the fuck I want... Maria thought to herself, or have to...most of the time I have to...but that's just because--

"I remember one of the first things you said to me when we first met that I have not stopped thinking about since I met you. Do you remember what that was?" Tony said.

"Hm?" went Maria.

"You said 'I just eat good...' and yeah, no shit...No pun intended but that fact is not just made true by how much you be fartin' but by how big your shits are, too...like you really do have a dumper..."

Maria's eyes really looked at Tony. This was so fresh; something like this had never happened before.

...I don't think I've ever experienced anything like this...this is actually so erotic...yes...tell me how the wind that blows out of my fat, bubble ass gets your dick bricked...bobbing and throbbing for my 'ass funk...' I need the details. I need all the details...I need it...

"Think about it for a second, babe: Me and Brian both got a fart fetish because of you. Adam might, too, but that's still up in the air, at least in my mind. And then there's your neighbor who you've told me about."

Maria bit her bottom lip, still rubbing herself.

...He's right about this, too...I really do just fart and dicks get stiff...

For a second, her eyes went from his face to his erect penis. A chill rocketed up her spine and ricocheted its way straight down again. An orgasm was now within view on the horizon.

Tony saw her thighs clench. He knew it was coming, too. He grabbed his cock and began to stroke.

"...and I really can't tell you how in so many instances I've heard you just rip ass in the office, or on this vacation, and I just think about every nightgown or loose dress you've sent fluttering or how many times you've put the 'bubble' in 'bubble butt' either down at the pond or in your own bathtub...I wish I could just be a pair of your panties for a fuckin' day...just so I could get to experience what they go through on a daily fucking basis..."

Maria couldn't withstand it. Memories of farts she had released down at the pond, in the bathtub, and the myriad of occasions when she had made a skirt, dress--and in some instances, a romper--move with her flatulence. All of these converged and brought her to a shuddering orgasm.

...That proves it...I am a fucking Gasbag...through and through... she thought to herself as she neared the edge. Her bottom lip fell from the grip of her bite as a loud moan escaped her mouth.

Tony's eyes widened as Maria, with all of her erotic power, was suddenly reduced to a soaked, quivering mess. As she convulsed, Tony let go of his dick and made his ways over to her on his hands and knees.

His hand came up and caressed her face. Her eyes opened briefly. She could feel the gentle brush of his breath across her face as she hyperventilated in his. He kissed her, deep and passionately; the pair moaning into one another's mouths as they did so.

The club was alive with pulsing music and flashing lights, but none of that mattered when she walked up to me. From the moment her eyes met mine, there was an undeniable spark—a magnetism that pulled me in. She had this way of moving, so confident, so deliberate. Everything about her was teasing, and when she asked if she could join me at the bar, there was no way I could say no.

Her name was Eva, and I could tell from the start that she wasn’t like anyone I’d met before. The way she talked, her witty comebacks mixed with subtle flirtation—it was easy, natural. But what really struck me was the way she leaned in close, her lips near my ear, and said, “You know, Jake, there’s something about tonight that makes me want to be a little daring.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? What kind of daring are we talking about?”

She chuckled, biting her lip as her fingers gently traced the back of my hand. “Something unconventional. You’ll just have to trust me.”

Her words hung in the air, electrifying. When she invited me back to her place, I didn’t hesitate. I could tell there was something wild and unexpected about to happen, and I was more than ready to find out what it was.

We barely made it inside her apartment before she turned to face me, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Okay, Jake, here’s the thing,” she began, her voice low, almost teasing. “I want to try something… different.”

“Different how?” I asked, heart racing in anticipation.

“Trust me,” she said with a wicked grin. Her hands were on my chest, gently pushing me back until I landed on her couch. She stood over me, her posture confident and commanding, and I knew I was in for something unlike anything I’d experienced before.

She slowly climbed onto my lap, straddling me with a playful smirk on her face. “You ready for this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, eager but unsure of what was coming next. "Yeah, go for it."

Then it happened.

A soft, rumbling sound escaped her as she released a fart, right in my face. At first, I was shocked. My mind scrambled, not knowing how to process what was happening. It was dirty, loud, and totally unexpected. But the way she giggled afterward, completely unashamed and clearly enjoying herself, made me pause.

“Did you just—?” I started to ask, but she cut me off with another smirk.

“I told you it would be different,” she said, her voice full of amusement.

I didn’t even have time to react before she positioned herself again, shifting her weight so that her ass was hovering just above my face. This time, it wasn’t just a small fart—no, it was long, deep, and so loud that the sound seemed to fill the entire room. I could feel the vibration of it on my skin, and the smell—earthy, pungent, raw—hit me like a wave.

The craziest part? I wasn’t disgusted. Somehow, it was… exciting. The control she had over me, the way she owned the moment, was turning me on in ways I didn’t expect. I could feel my body reacting, hardening as she let out another fart, right against my face.

"Fuck," I muttered, not really sure what else to say.

She laughed softly, clearly pleased with herself. "I knew you’d come around," she teased.

Her confidence was intoxicating. With every fart, she seemed to push things further. She shifted again, lowering herself until her bare ass was practically pressed against my face. I could feel the warmth of her skin, her curves molding perfectly to my face, and then—pffft—another fart, this one longer and louder than the last.

The smell hit me again, even stronger now, enveloping me completely. My instincts should’ve told me to pull away, but instead, I found myself sinking deeper into it, wanting more. There was something primal about the way she was using her body, something that made me feel helpless but aroused at the same time. The fact that she was in total control, and I was just… there, breathing it in, was wildly erotic.

Her ass pressed down harder against my face, and as she let out another fart, this time I could feel the full force of it, reverberating against my skin, vibrating through my nose and mouth. It was intense, the sound and smell mixing with the heat of her body.

I groaned, my hands instinctively grabbing her hips, trying to ground myself in the overwhelming sensations. “Goddamn, Eva… this is insane.”

She chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. “Oh, Jake, we’re just getting started.”

She wasn’t kidding. She shifted her weight again, positioning herself so that she was sitting fully on my face now, her ass covering my mouth and nose entirely. I could barely breathe, each inhalation filled with the scent of her gas, the air thick with the smell. She let out another fart, this one deep and rumbling, and I could feel the heat of it against my skin.

My senses were completely overwhelmed. The pressure of her body on my face, the smell of her farts, the sound of them echoing in my ears—it was all consuming. And the craziest part was, I wanted more. I didn’t want her to stop.

With every release, she seemed more confident, more in control. She teased me, letting out short, sharp farts in quick succession, each one louder and smellier than the last. My head was spinning, my body throbbing with arousal. I couldn’t believe how much this was turning me on.

“Fuck, Eva,” I groaned again, my voice muffled by her ass. “I’ve never… I’ve never experienced anything like this.”

She grinned, shifting slightly so I could catch a quick breath before lowering herself back down again. “I told you it would be different,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

She let out another fart, this one slow and deliberate, and I could feel it ripple against my face, the smell so strong it made my eyes water. But instead of pulling away, I leaned into it, breathing in deeply, my body completely giving in to the intensity of the moment.

Her fingers gently stroked my hair as she continued to fart on my face, each one more intense than the last. She was in total control, and I was at her mercy, completely at her whim. But instead of feeling humiliated, I felt… liberated. I’d never felt anything like this before, this mixture of submission and arousal, this total surrender to her body and her desires.

And I loved it.

The night stretched on, with Eva continuing to tease and torment me with her farts, each one pushing me further into this strange, exhilarating experience. By the end of it, I was completely hers—breathless, aroused, and utterly captivated.

Hey! Would love to get some sort of anime/show/comic roleplay going. I’m relatively open to any, but my favorites tend to be…

-Bleach -Naruto -Dragonball -JJK -CSM -Re:Zero

-RWBY -DC -Marvel -ATLA/LOK

-Baldur’s Gate 3 -Persona -Zelda -Mario -Zenless Zen Zero -Genshin Impact

-Wednesday

I’m open to the majority of things. If it’s something I don’t know, you might even be able to introduce me to it.

The elevator door opens. I walk out into a dimly lit hallway. In front of me is the entrance to the apartment complex’s rarely used gym, most people opting to use the newer, more fancy gym across the street. I don’t blame them. I’ve seen pictures of the sparkling gym equipment and the friendly, fit models they have on their website and advertisements. Our gym doesn’t have any of that.

But the only reason I’ve ventured down to the basement of my apartment is because I decided to use the gym an hour ago as the other closed early. Fortunately, I was the only one there. On my way back to my room I realized I forgot my bag inside one of the lockers and have come back down to grab it.

I enter the gym and turn on the lights. They flicker for a few seconds, whirring before brightening up the gym. A large, teal rubber mat lays along the gym floor. In the far corner of the room are an assortment of different colored yoga mats, each rolled up, standing against the wall. Mirrors cover the walls perpendicular to the gym’s entrance. Another adjacent room leads to workout equipment and a set of bathrooms.

To my left are a set of lockers, each with a gray coating and could fit a person inside. Twenty lined up nicely against the gym wall. I’m not sure which one is mine. I threw my bag into one of them and left it there.

I open the locker closest to me and see that it’s empty. I close it. I open the next one, and it too is empty. I close it. The next three lockers are all empty. The sixth has a used, white T-shirt draping off a coat hanger. It’s not mine. The seventh has someone’s sock inside. Only one sock. Lockers eight through twelve are all empty.

The thirteenth locker fortunately has my bag inside. Not sure whether that’s lucky or not. I grab it and peruse inside to make sure I have everything. My shirt and pants I wore before are still there. Nothing was stolen.

As I zip up my gym bag, I hear the gym door open. I jolt my head left and right as the noise shocks me in place. I panic and shut myself into the locker. The only light shining inside comes from two sets of six horizontal slits. One at eye height, and the other at my waist.

I begin to hear footsteps inside the gym, and peak through the top set of slits. The first thing I see is strawberry hair tied up in a ponytail wearing a loose, mint, sleeveless top. But my eyes dart to her black leggings that show off her huge, plump derriere. For a woman with such a slim figure, she’s packing it in the back. Thank goodness that her tank top isn’t large enough to hide how delicious her ass looks. I swear her leggings are fighting for their life trying not to be ripped apart. I wanna shove my hands deep into her cheeks and fondle them while I rub myself on top of her as she’s bent forward against the wall.

She turns around for a second and I’m able to get a glimpse of who’s in the gym with me – a college classmate of mine, Katrina. We share a computer science elective together. We’re both sophomores but she’s taking graduate-level mathematics courses. I asked her a few days ago if she could help me with some math homework of mine and her eyes lit up at the idea. I’m supposed to meet her tomorrow in my dorm.

But I’m brought back to the connection of Katrina and her smoking hot body. Having seen her multiple times wearing clothes that show off how perfect and bubbly her ass is, I cannot wait to see what she does in the gym. I quietly remove my shorts and let them hang around my ankles as my right hand takes hold of my dick. I begin to stroke my cock.

I think back to the times where she’d sit down next to me in class and I’d envy the chair she’d grace her magnificent booty with, wishing it were my face instead. She’d shift in her chair every so often. All I could imagine was her doing that against my cock, making it explode with ease. Placing my cock in between her cheeks and rubbing it back and forth has been one of my biggest dreams in life. Bigger than winning a million dollars.

Her face too is a thing of beauty. I had spent countless hours fantasizing about her crystal blue eyes and how she could lure any man with her gaze. She had me caught the first second I laid my eyes on her. And her full, luscious lips could easily drain a man’s balls with no effort at all. Her scarfing down a Long John donut in mere seconds a few weeks back has not helped.

I watch as she lays down a purple yoga mat onto the floor and removes her shoes before stepping onto it. She stands facing away from me. Much easier to jack off to knowing I’m able to get an amazing view of her amazing ass. She bends forward and places her hands above her knees. If only I was there to give her--

BBBBBBBBBLBLBLLLLLLBBLLBLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAA...

Wait, what the hell’s going on?

I let go of my member and watch in horror as the locker I’m trapped inside begins to shake. I place my hands on both sides of the locker to keep me stable but it’s not doing much. The tremors cause my legs to crumble. My ears are filled with a wicked orchestra of drillers going off without any signs of rest. It hurts. All I can feel is pain.

...AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRTPTRPPPPTRPRTPTPRTTTT!!!

This monster of a wreckage lasts for twenty seconds before dying down. And that’s when it hits me. An ungodly wretched stench had seeped into the locker, and I didn’t realize it until now. My head jerks forward. I’m on the verge of throwing up. All I can smell and taste are boiled eggs left out in the heat overnight and it’s making my stomach do flips it never has done before.

“Oooh, God,” Katrina says, “that was huge!”

BBBBBBBBBLBLBLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRPRTPRPPPTRPTPPPPTPTPRPRTPTTRRRTPTPPTTTTTTT!!! PPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRMMMMBMPMMMPBMPBBBPPPBPPP!!! BBBBRBRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP! PPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT!...

Katrina continues to stand there as she lets out massive bombs out of her ass like it’s nothing. Each are equally strong, making my time inside the locker a living hell. Even with only a shirt on it’s like I entered an overheated sauna. Sweat drips down my body. The thought of a single drop being heard makes me sweat more. The never-ending cycle of sweating. Fantastic.

If only Katrina would stop farting.

...PPPPOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTT! BBBBBBRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP! BBBBBLLBBLBLBLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRPRPRPPPPRPRPRPPPP!!!

Katrina moans after what feels like an eternity of gas. “Oh, man. That was what, thirty farts?”

PPPRPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTT!!!

“Oops! Make that thirty-one!” Katrina giggles as she slowly gets up from her position. Her hands slide up her legs before rattling the gym once again.

BBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPRPRRPRRRPRPRRRRRRRR...

Still as a statue, Katrina arches her ass out as she rips another fart without a care in the world. I look over to the mirror – a smirk forms across her face. She licks her full, red lips. I can’t fathom how this could be enjoyable for anyone but her. I can feel my insides burning as much as my outsides. Every breath I take is harder than the last. I’m able to muffle a cough with my elbow, which itself is drowned out by the demonic sound coming out of Katrina’s asshole.

...RRRRRRPPPRPRPPPPRPRPPRTRPPLLLTPLRTLPTPLRPLTTTRTTTTTT!!!

The last few seconds of her fifteen-second blaster ends in a damp, wet noise that causes my ears to scream in pain. They aren’t prepared for such anguish. They aren’t built to listen to such tunes. My nose too is ablaze as snot drips from my nostrils. Tears form from my eyes. My neck strains to keep my head upright instead of collapsing to the ground.

Katrina smiles after her eggy assault and sighs in relief. “Oh, man, I’m sooooo gaaassyyyyyyy--”

My eyes widen. In an instant, she goes from talking to burping, with power almost rivalling her farts. Unfortunately, the loudness is on par. How she’s able to produce such vile gas from both ends baffles me to no end.

Katrina moans after her long, ten-second belch. And immediately starts another a few seconds shorter. And another. Aaaaand another. Each one followed by a moan. “Man, I really need to stooooop buuurrrpiiiiing!” This leads into a twelve-second burp with what looks like minimal effort from her. Jeeesuuus Christ.

She wipes her forehead. “Damn! I just love being gassy!” She straightens out her arms and descends into a squat. Her ass looks bigger than ever. If only she wasn’t farting up a storm, would I be worshipping it like it’s Sunday at church.

“Now,” she says, “just imagine your brother is lying down and he got a math question wrong. What do you do?”

BBBBBBBBRBRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPTPTPPPTTPTTTTTT!!!

An ear-curdling, bassy ripper emits from her ass. My locker shakes more than usual.

Katrina looks down at her yoga mat, still able to keep her stance. “Oh, brother.” She grins.

PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

“You know what happens when you get a question wrong.”

PPPPPPPLLPLPLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRBRBPTRBPPRPTTRPBBTTT!!!

She squeezes her cheeks together, filling the room with a sound so wet it might as well have come out of a swamp. “I’ve been trying to help you get through community college, but you keep on failing pre-calculus.”

BBBRRRRROOOOOOOOTTTTTT! BBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLBTLTBBBTBTTLTBLBBBTLLTTTT!!!

“And must I remind you that I’m three…”

PPPRRRTTTTT!

“…years…”

PPPOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTT!

“…younger?”

BBBBBRBRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...

A mighty roar fills the gym, a roar so powerful that it weakens my body to the point where I need to rest my head along the locker door. It only makes the noise and the fart’s effects worse, as I feel the vibrations more. The fart is making it impossible to bring my head back up. It’s as if it’s stuck in place. Katrina’s brother must be in bliss knowing he isn’t anywhere near his sister right now.

...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBBBPBPBPBBBPPBPPPPPPPPBBBPPBPBPPPPP!!!

The fart cuts off after some of the worst pain in my life. I grit my teeth. My stomach is acting against me, trying to make me gag.

“Oooh, man. Now, bro…do you wanna get back to math now? Hmm?” Silence. My mouth shivers. Sweat continues to drip from my body. I look through the slits at Katrina, who’s still holding the squat pose despite having released her worst farts yet. She stares at the floor, and over in my direction as if she knows I’ve been watching her this whole time. She smiles. “Good.” She winks over in my direction. I gasp. My toes scrunch up. I stumble back and hit my head against the roof of the locker. Fortunately, no noise.

I return to the top slits and watch Katrina get up from her squat, keeping her arms out as she does so. She tilts her head up and stands on her toes. She pumps out her chest and inhales an insane amount of toxic air into her nose. Her feet drop to the ground. She brings her chest back and lets out a guttural belch that wanes on for nine seconds. This entire time she’s holding a smile that doesn’t break.

And she repeats this process. Several more times. Each one drives small pins deeper into my orifices as her smile grows. At this point I’ve lost count how many times she’s been burping and farting that they’re all blending to create a deadly concoction of gas that could knock a person out for days. I’m only conscious as I don’t wanna get caught and labelled a pervert. Like seriously, when will Katrina run out of gas? Nobody should be doing what she’s doing to this degree.

Katrina moans after the umpteenth burp, and all I can smell are the eggs she probably shoved into her body all day to make her this gassy. She brings herself down to her knees and her head to the yoga mat, sticking her ass into the air. Like her squat, her ass looks fucking huge. Another fuckable position had she not been farting.

She stretches her arms out and brings them together. “Let’s push out a biiig one!” And without warning, she shakes the gym once again.

BBMPMBMMBPMBPPPBBMPMMMBPBMPBPMMBPMPBMPPBMPPPPP...

Every time Katrina pushes out a fart, she outdoes her previous set of farts by some margin. But this fart drop kicked the others to the curb. I could feel the metal walls of the locker start to lose their shape and bend from the heat. The thunderclap from Katrina’s ass strikes my ears with such force that I lose balance. I fall to the back of the locker and slide down. I reach halfway as my legs make it impossible to fall any further.

...PPPPPPPPPPPBMPBMMMMBPBMMMMBPBPPPBMBBBMBPMBMPPPP!!!

This fart is Katrina’s longest, reaching over twenty seconds in length. “Ngaaah…maybe my roommates can be convinced to let me use the bathroom again.” She pushes out a shorter, but still equally thunderous fart.

BBBBBBMMPBMPMPMBMPBMPPPMBPPPPBMPLPPLMPBMTLPLMLPMTTLLPLMMLBPTPTTTTT!!!

“Oooh my Goooood,” Katrina says, “they say it’s sooo bad when I fart. But I feel sooooo good when I do fart.”

PPPPPPPPPPPPLPLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRTTPPTPRTPTPPPTRPPTPRTTPTTTT!!!

Another fart shoots out of her ass, this one ending on a rather wet note. “And my feelings of farting are much stronger than their hatred, so that means I should be able to fart around them, right?”

PPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRTTRTRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! BBLBLLLBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!! BRPBRPPRRBPRBPPPP! PPTPTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTT! BBBBBBRRRBBRBRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPTPTTTPTPTPTPTTTT!!!...

Her onslaught of farts continues, a fraction of a second of silence between each one. Each breath forces a dense, eggy, sulfuric stench down my throat meant to poison me to death. Covering my mouth with my hands or shirt is not helping me. Every time I rub my eyes, they become redder and more sensitive to the smell. But I can’t help it. They’re asking to be scratched. I should’ve ran out when I had the chance.

I can only imagine how Katrina’s feeling, letting loose these gargantuan farts as they echo throughout the empty gym. Her head resting along the yoga mat as her ass commands the room with fart after fart after fart. An endless storm of butt blasts being shot out. Each one enough to choke a person and send them directly to the infirmary.

...PPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT! BBBBLLLLLBLLLLLLLOOOOOOOORRPRPTPPTTTPRPPPRPTRPTPTTTT!!! BBBBOOOOOOOORRPRPPRPRPPP! BBBBPPPTBTPPPPBTPTPPPTTBBTBTT!

Again, I’ve lost track of the numerous farts Katrina pushed out. They all varied in length and sound, but each one felt like she was sitting directly on my face. Just like she does to her older brother. Poor guy. And her roommates. I hope this never happens to me.

I muster up the strength I have within me to climb back to the top of the locker and see what position Katrina’s in. My heart sinks. She’s laying on her side with her ass facing towards my locker. She rubs her left leg as another fart escapes her ass.

PPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRBPRBPBTPBRPRTBBBPRBPPPPTRPBPBTTTT!!!

What Katrina is doing should be impossible. Not just for her but for anyone. Nobody on this planet should be able to release a multitude of ass bombs in such a short period of time. She should be taken in and tested. How is it that a young, sexy girl like Katrina has a gas capacity to rival literal gas companies? She could make money using her farts to power up cars. But that’s a world I’d rather not live in.

“Ngaaaaah…fuuuck me!” Katrina laughs. “I’m enjoying this waaay too much!” She brings her left hand up to her left ass cheek and pulls on it.

BBBBBBLBLLBLBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRPTRTPPTPPPTRTTTT!!!

“Aaah, man!” Katrina smacks her ass after pushing out a damp, deep fart. “Roxy must be delighted not to share a bed with me. Speaking of Roxy…” She stands up and walks over to the locker closest to the gym door. “…she told me that she left something down here and meant to get it later. Hmm…” I hear her open the locker. “…not in here.” I hear another locker open. “Not this one either.”

Katrina continues to open lockers. The creaking of each one grows louder as she motions closer to the locker I’m in. I wipe my face as I hear her open the fifth locker. Then the sixth.

“Oh, gross!” Katrina says. She opens the seventh locker. “Seriously, people should take their stuff and leave!”

I shake my head at her delusions, though shiver as I hear locker number eight open. She swings the ninth locker open, a loud bang resonating throughout the gym. It’s still quieter than her farts.

The tenth locker opens. The eleventh locker opens. The twelfth locker opens. The light through the slits vanishes – Katrina’s standing in front of my locker. Sweat is dripping faster than usual to where I can hear multiple drops hitting the locker floor in a span of a few seconds. My shirt is drenched. I can’t use it to dry off my face.

Katrina attempts to pry it open – nothing. “Huh?” She pulls on the locker door again. “What the hell? I thought I was the only one here.” She pauses for a few seconds and for a third time, grabs hold of the locker door. It still won’t budge.

My hands start to shake, which causes my arms to shake. My body goes cold. I bite my tongue to stop my teeth from chattering. But my teeth fight back. I taste blood and retract my tongue immediately. I clench my mouth and scrunch up my eyelids. Every second I feel that I’m about to pass out from the amount of energy trying to keep myself awake.

And the light returns.

“Eh, I’ll check the next one,” Katrina says. She opens the fourteenth locker.

I sneeze.

Oh shit. My body freezes up. The light in my locker disappears once more.

Katrina wails her fist at my locker. “Who’s in there?”

“N-N…Nobody.”

“N-N…Nobodyyy?” Katrina’s imitation of my voice sends shivers down my spine. “You were watching me this whole time, weren’t you?”

“Um…y-yeah?”

“What’s wrong with you? Is this some sort of sick prank? Watching some young girl do yoga while you’re in your locker jacking off?”

“Seriously!?” I inhale an excess amount of Katrina’s gas and send myself into a coughing fit. “Who’d jack off to--” I cough several more times. “to farts!?”

“Oh…oooooh…” Katrina giggles. “…so you’ve been hiding in the locker this whole time…suffering?”

“Y-You’re a disgusting--” I gag. “a disgusting pig! Nobody, and I mean nobody, should be farting like that!”

“Well unfortunately for you, I’m unable to run out of gas. From boooooth eeeeeeends!” I can see Katrina bring her face up to the top slits and let her burps fly straight into the locker and hit me in the face. I gag upon impact. She lets another unrealistically long belch smear my face with its garbage-like stench.

Katrina giggles as she continues to burp-talk to my dismay. “Whyyy don’t yooouuu saaay sooooorryyyyyyy to meeeee?” She forces out an eight-second burp that shakes the locker. “Saaaaay sooooooorryyyyyyy. Ooor eeelse. Ooooor eeeeeeelse.” She brings her face inches from the top slits and lets loose an eleven-second belch – the loudest yet. I take a single whiff and bile rises to the back of my throat. It knocks me back as I hit my head on the roof of the locker again, which ricochets it to the back.

I kick the locker door a few times. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry--” The residual gas from Katrina’s belches causes me to gag again. I place my hands over my mouth as I tread the thin line between vomiting and not.

Fortunately, Katrina stops burping. “Aaaw, you’re sorry? I was really excited to cooontiiinuuueee buuuuurrrpiiiiiiing.” For five seconds. Like seriously, how can she switch from burping to not burping like turning on and off a light switch? “III guess III’ll faaart insteeeaaaaad.”

I begin shaking my head. “No, nonono, p-p-pleeeaaase!” But as I look outside the locker, I see Katrina turn around and pull down her leggings, placing her ass directly onto the set of bottom slits.

For a fraction of a second, I’m enamored by the sculpture of Katrina’s naked booty. Its shape is unlike any other, the curves resembling the smoothest hill. The muscular physique is also on display as her glutes push against the locker with intense power. Her skin along her ass is void of any hairs or scars and resembles the comfiest of all pillows. The perfect rear.

This all vanishes as her ass greets me with the grandest of farts.

BBBBBMPBMMPMPBMPBMPMMPLLPBMMLPMPLBMLBMLLLMPBPMLPMLBMLMPBMLLLL...

How could I forget how much of a monster Katrina truly is?

The noise of a sea of megaphones blares deep into me that it would make noise-cancelling headphones useless. An immense heat rises from below, invading my nose with such a rotten egg smell that I bang against the locker’s walls. But I can’t hear them. The behemoth coming out of Katrina’s asshole has turned the locker into an inescapable house of horrors. Nothing scares me more than these creatures sending me to the afterlife.

...LLLLLLPLMBMBMMMPLBMPBMPBPPPLBBBBMMBMLPMLMLMLMBMLPPLBMLBMLPPPPPP!!!

“Oooh, yeeeees!” Katrina laughs after twenty seconds of pure terror. “Here comes another one!”

PPPPPLLBPLLLBPBLBBBBLLPLLLBLTPPTBLBLLTPRRPRTBLPLLTTTRBLPLPTRBPLBLPTRTTTRRR...

She doesn’t give me time to prepare for the second fart. I can sense her exuberance from inside the locker, using her precious free time to torture a poor soul like myself with her unrelenting ass.

Her wet miasmic nuke bends the locker door. My eyes widen – she’s making progress. I can feel that in the next few minutes the locker door will fall apart, and I’ll be stuck with the demoness herself. Escape will no longer be an option. She’ll deflect any excuse I’ll throw at her. And I’ll have my face directly in between her cheeks as she punishes me for as long as she feels like, because she’ll never, ever run out of gas.

...RRRRRRRRTBPTBLPTRBLPLLLBTPRTBPPTTRTLPBPLPPRTPTPTBTRTTTLPRLLLPLTBBBTRLPBTPTTTT!!!

Katrina laughs and moans at the same time. “Fuuuuuck, meeeee!” A pause. “Oh, shit!”

I hear fabric being pulled.

“Lucky day for you,” Katrina says, “I’m gonna nuke the toilets!” She speeds over to the bathroom, farting with each step.

PPPRRTTTTTT! PPPOOOOOOTTTT! BBBBRRRRPPP! BBBBLLLAAATT! PPPPPLLLLPPPP!...

I peep through the top slits once more and see she’s out of sight. I find the locker door handle and swing it open. As I exit the locker, I trip over my shorts. “Shit!” I pull them up and rush over to the gym entrance and leave without turning back. I do not wanna be in there while Katrina gives those unfortunate toilets a hellish time.

I run to the elevator and jam my pointer into the “up” button several times. “Come ooooon!” Tears drip down my face. I bash my fist into the wall. The hallway is quiet, but I feel Katrina’s presence looming over me, ready to pounce on me with her deadly gas. I turn back to the gym door entrance – nothing. I turn back to the elevator. I turn back to the gym door – still nothing. This feels like some nightmare where Katrina’s gonna jump out at me one time when I do look back at the gym entrance.

It takes half a minute for me to hear the whirring of the elevator. I see the arrow pointing up brighten. The elevator door opens, and I crawl inside. I press the “2” button and watch as the door closes. No sign of Katrina in sight. The elevator passes by the lobby and up to the second floor. The elevator door opens. I crawl out.

I sprint over to my room – room 213. I fumble to grab my apartment key out of my pocket as it drops onto the floor. I grab it and unlock my door and enter, slamming and locking it. I’m safe.

I remove my clothes and throw them into my laundry hamper in the bathroom. I jump into the shower and turn on the water. The warm water removes the sweat off my body. I squirt a dollop of mint-scented shampoo into my hands and bring it up to my face. Such a beautiful smell. My body begins the healing process from Katrina’s gas as I reintroduce it to the wonderful, minty fragrance.

My hands slather shampoo across my hair. The shower water runs along my hair and lets the shampoo drop to the bathtub floor, the smell of mint rising to my nostrils. I close my eyes and smile. Euphoria washes over me as I allow my worries to float away, disappearing within the steam.

I rub shampoo through my hair a second time to make sure it’s extra clean. I take the time to apply some facewash and body soap, applying more than required. Never have I looked or felt this clean in my entire life.

I rinse off the soap and turn off the shower. I dry myself off and step out, applying deodorant and putting on a fresh pair of pajamas that smell as if they came out of the dryer. The warm, cotton fabric from my pajamas hugs my body.

Taps at my door wake me out of my fantasy. I walk over. “Who is it?”

“It’s Katrina.”

Oh no. Even though I can no longer smell Katrina’s ass, the urge to gag resurfaces. My hand quivers as it reaches for the doorknob. It tenses upon impact. I pull on the doorknob and open the door. Katrina’s still in her workout gear, the same as I last saw her.

I cover my mouth with one hand as I wave with the other, some residual stink finding its way into my nose. “Oh, h-hey!”

Katrina covers her mouth also. “Wait, you live here?”

“Yeah.” I rub my chin. “Do you?”

“Yep! Same floor, just on the other side of the hallway.”

I look outside my room and turn to my right. I can’t see the end of the hallway. “Ah, yeah. That is far.”

“Indeed.”

“But, um…” I let out a stuttered breath. “…wh-what are you doing here?”

“About that.” Katrina removes a bag off her back and reaches inside.

My hand goes back to my mouth to hide the surprise – it’s my bag. I forgot to bring it up from the gym. “Oh…”

She brings out a key. “It says ‘213’ on the key, so I thought this belonged to whoever lived here.”

“Ah!” I take a step back. I totally forgot that I had a spare in my gym bag. “Oooh, man.” I nervously laugh. “I didn’t know I left my stuff down there.”

“Wait.” Katrina places the bag down and places her hands on her hips. “Were you, by any chance…down in the gym earlier?”

“N-N-No, wh-why?”

“Well I was, and there was this creep who was spying on me doing yoga.”

“The fuck?” My eyebrows jump.

“I tried confronting them, but they wouldn’t budge. They were hiding in one of the lockers where your bag was. They must’ve bolted once I went to the bathroom to wash myself off, because I went to check the locker and found there was a bag inside. So I snooped inside and found some clothes and the key.” Katrina hands me the bag. “I’ll give this back to you.”

“Th-Thanks.” I chuck it into the laundry hamper.

“But just making sure, you weren’t down in the gym earlier spying on me, right?” Katrina smirks at me. “Riiight?”

“Uh, haha, y-yeah, no, I was up here the whole time!”

“I really hope so. If I find out who was eyeing me in the gym earlier, I’m just gonna have to give them one of these!” Katrina’s smile widens as she grabs a hold of my head and shoves it into her ass.

PPPPPPLPLLPLPLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...

I don’t have a second to react as Katrina pelts me with the same, eggy stench that made me want to keel over in the gym. The burning sensation returns mightier than ever. Katrina scorches my insides as she bends down slightly and revs up the volume from her behind. Her grip on my head is so powerful that her hand and booty sandwich me in between with the strongest slices of bread known to man.

...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBPTBTBPPBPBPPTTTPBTTTT!!! PPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT!!!

And if she wasn’t done yet, she pushes out another trumpet of a fart after mauling me for a straight twenty seconds. Once the second fart ends, she lets me go. I fall to the floor, gagging over her toxic booty.

“Katrina!” Tears roll down my face. “That’s not right!” I pull my shirt over my nose and mouth. The coughing and gagging continue.

“Oh, geez!” Katrina places her hands over her mouth. “I’m so sorry!”

“Sorry!?” The tiniest inhale makes me want to vomit.

“Y-Yeah. I think I’m just still angry over someone spying on me.” She reaches out for me. “Need help?”

“Sure.” I hold onto her hand and use the wall to get myself up. “But goddamn, Katrina. J-J-Just…how?”

“How? As in, how I’m this gassy?” Katrina smirks at me, a smirk that only makes me more enticed to delve more.

“Uh…” I chuckle. “…yeah.”

Katrina laughs back. “Well…I’ve always been rather gassy. I could let loose farts that last a while the entire day and still feel like I need to fart more. Parents have never liked it; my older brother hates it. Like, I don’t need to wait that long to let something out like I did on your face.” She laughs again. “Again, so sorry about that.”

“W-W-Wait. So…y-your long ones, are…normal?”

“Mhm! On the elevator ride up here, I let out this huge twelve-second fart once the doors closed. And I was only holding that in for a few minutes too!”

“O-Oh, great…”

“It’s also why I always use the bathroom after class because I need to use the toilet a few times a day. Like, I’ve been holding it in the entire day, and I nuked all the toilets in the gym after my yoga session!”

“Ah! Man, I really feel bad for your roommates!”

“Wow, wooow! So nice, dude!” Katrina playfully punches me in the arm. “They give me a wiiide berth because I’m usually gassing up a storm in my room. Though oddly enough, one of them has been kind enough to let me fart on her whenever I please in exchange for paying her portion of the rent. The other two need a little more…wait.” Katrina crosses her arms. “How do you know I have roommates?”

“I-I think you told me about having roommates before class once.” She didn’t. Her unintentional torture was how I found out.

“Huh, okay. Well, if you want me to pay your rent, I’d be glad to--”

“Nuh-uh.” I wave my hands in front of me. “N-N-Nooooo way! I can manage my own rent, thank you very much.”

Katrina groans. “Suit yourself. Oh, hold on.” She covers her mouth and lets out a huge, ten-second-long burp. “Ah, jeez. I really am gassy!” She chuckles as if she doesn’t care how ungodly her gas is.

“Yeah, yeah. Just, please…try and not do that when we study tomorrow.”

“I’ll tryyy.” Katrina grins at me. “Anyways, I’ve really gotta use the bathroom. I’d use yours, but--” She interrupts herself with an unfathomably wet set of farts.

PPPPLTLPLLLTTTT! BBRBRRPPPRTTTRPBTTT! BBPPLLLBLPPPLPBPBLLPPP! PPPPPPPPPRPRPRPRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBBLTBLLLTTBTBLLBBBLLTBTLBLBLTBTTTTTTTTT!!!

“Oh…” Katrina says as she clutches onto her stomach, “…oh fuck, I’m gonna blow!” She pushes me to the side and charges for my bathroom, slamming the door. I do the same with my apartment door so others don’t have to witness the horrors that are about to go down on my toilet.

BBBBLBLBLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBTCTBKKKTKTTKTBKCCKKTCTBBCTKTTKCCTKCBBTTCCTKKTCKTKBKBCKTKKKKKKKKTTTTTTT!!!

“Oh, God,” Katrina says, “I’m sooo sorryyy!” She moans as she unleashes more hell inside my bathroom.

PPPRPRRRRPRPRRRRCRRCKKKRCKPRKPPLLLRKCPLPLPLCLPRCKKKCRCRCCRPPRRLLRCRKKRCRLLRCRPPPRCLRLKCRLLLCLRLPLCRLLLLLLL...

In an instant, I realize how much worse this is than her only ripping ass in the gym. The sounds of Katrina expelling turds out her asshole hits me like a horde of firetrucks en route to a massive forest fire. Though the methane from her ass could easily cause every tree in the country to burn down if someone were dumb enough to light a match. The tremors knock me down to the floor as I stare at the bathroom door shaking under the pressure.

...LLLLLLPLLPRCLKCRKKKRCPRPRRRPLPCRPLLCPRRCPPPCRKRCCKKCLKPRCLLLRCPLRKRCLRCPPCPLPPPPPPPPPPP!!! PPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT! BBBLLBLCLKKKCKLCCBLBLLKKK! PPLPLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPSSHHHPSHPPPSSPHSHHHHH!!!...

As if my mind is playing tricks on me, I swear I see a dense, brown fog seeping from the sides of my bathroom door. The absurdity of Katrina’s expulsions is wrapping my brain around so much that I find myself in a cold sweat. Minutes ago, she was bombing the gym toilets. And now, she’s bombing mine. I don’t want to imagine what those toilets went through, nor ponder over how Katrina still has shit left in her. That shouldn’t be possible. Nobody can shit that much, right?

...PPPPPPPPPLLLPLPLLAAAAAAAAABBBBBPTBPTPPTPTTTTBPPTTT!!! BBRRBRBRBBRRRTTTTTTTTT! PPPRPRRRRRTTTTTTTTT! PPPOOOOOORRRRPRPRPPRRPPPPP! PPPRRCRTTKKPKKCTPKTPKKCTCTTCCPTPTRTTTTCKPCKTTTPCPRRPTKCCPKPCTPRTRTTPPCTPKTKPCTKPTCTTRCRTPPCPRTPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT!!!

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Katrina says, “I’m sooooo sorryyyyy! I thought I was done, and I--”

BBBBBBLBLLLBBLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRCRRKKKCRCCCCCPPPKRCPKRCKKRKRCPCRPKCCRRPKCRKPRCPCCRPCRKPCRKPCRPP...

How the fuck is this bitch still going!? I grab onto my shirt and feel how damp it has become. The effects of my shower have disappeared. Not only do I have Katrina’s ass stench riddled all over me, but most likely have her stench riddled all over my apartment. No pack of air fresheners could help mask the smell. The cool air outside wouldn’t dare enter my room.

...PPPPPPPRKPCKKKCPRKRCCKCPKRCRRRPKRCKKCPCRRPPPRPRPRCRKCKCCRCRKKPCCRCPRKKKRCPKRCRRRRPKCPKRCKPRKPRCPKPPPPPPPPPPP!!! BBLLLBBLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOPRRRPRPPRPRPPPPP!!! BBBBBLPBLLPPBPPPCKCKKKCKCCLPLPCCCLPLKKPCPPLPCLPPPP!!! PPPPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!...

My body can’t take it anymore. The continuous sounds of Katrina nuking my toilet, alongside the worst smell to ever exist, is too much for me to handle. My eyes fall heavy as I conk out.

The moment I open my eyes again, I see the blue sky shining through my window. It’s morning. My body feels groggy and stiff from last night’s events as I attempt to grab my phone from my pocket. It slips out, pressing the power button with the floor. The screen brightens, showing the time of 9:12 AM.

I groan as I use the wall behind me to sit myself back up. “Fuck, I was out for twelve hours?” Though I blink a few times as I see the first set of notifications on my phone – a series of texts from Katrina. The first one was sent at 9:30 PM yesterday. OMG OMGOMG I’m sorry with the toilet. I didn’t mean to make you pass out, was really hoping that wouldn’t happen again. You’re such a nice guy and I feel really bad about what happened ):. Please respond when you get the chance.

The next text at 11:30 PM. You up? I really wanna talk. It’s followed by one today at 7:03 AM. Just checking on you to make sure you’re okay. Don’t call now, I’m on the toilet. I’ll let you know when I’m done. One final text at 7:41 AM. Just got off the toilet, now you can call me.

Ah, jeez. My hands start to shiver as my pointer hovers over the call icon. Should I respond? I can smell the guilt from her texts, though not as strong as the looming scent from my bathroom. I shake my head as I know it’d make her feel slightly better about the situation as I call her.

Katrina responds before the first ring ends. “Hello, you there?”

“O-Oh, Katrina,” I say, “he-hey there. Just woke up.”

“Ah, thank goodness. I was really worried when I got out and saw you on the floor unconscious.”

“Well, um…I appreciate you reaching out. Sorry for not responding earlier.”

“Nononono, I should be the one apologizing! You didn’t do anything wrong. I just had a really gassy episode yesterday and you ended up being an unfortunate victim in all this.”

“Uh, i-it’s fine.” I force a chuckle. “I-It’s in the past.”

“Please don’t brush it off. If you were that guy in the gym, then yeah, you absolutely would’ve deserved it. But you haven’t been anything but kind to me. I’ve been the hurtful one.” Katrina sniffles. “Again, I’m super, suuuper sorry about yesterday. I’ll do my best to not overflow the toilet again.”

“O-O…” My heart sinks, yet my curiosity pulls me towards the bathroom door. “…Overflow?”

“Yeah. You might wanna hold your breath if you try entering your bathroom.”

I latch onto the bathroom doorknob and swing it open. “I-I-I’ll try--” And I’m hit with a wave of Katrina’s gas. My head hits the side of the doorframe as my phone drops to the floor. “Oh my--” I gag. I place both hands over my mouth.

And I see it – the mountain of shit Katrina created last night to annihilate my toilet. Every turd I see is around a foot long and thicker than the used toilet paper roll Katrina went through. I can’t count the number of logs she pushed out, but I see the abomination passed the height of the toilet seat. There’s also a disgusting display of diarrhea at the back of the toilet seeping into the toilet water below.

I slide down to the floor as I crawl out of the bathroom with my phone. “K-K-K-Katrina?”

“You saw it,” Katrina says, “didn’t you?”

“What is wrong with you, holy crap!” I hear Katrina giggling on the other side. “This isn’t funny, you know!”

“I know, I know. You just asked so many questions about me being gassy, I guess there was a bit of me that got too comfortable.”

“Ugh…whatever.”

“Anyways, you willing to meet up to study later?”

“Uh…” I look back at the bathroom, then at the window. My left foot taps along the floor as my phone-holding hand taps along the back. “…d-does it have to be here?”

“Well my roommates are hosting a party later, and they didn’t invite me. So you wouldn’t mind if I stayed at your place until the party ends?”

I groan. “Can I at least clean up first?”

“Oh, oh yeah! Sorry about that! Totally forgot my poop’s still there! So I’ll be there around 5 PM. That’s okay with you, right? Should hopefully give you enough time to clean up.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I shake my head. “Talk to you soon.”

“Same here. And thanks again for responding, I really needed to hear that. Wait, hold on.”

“Wait, wha--” I hear her shift around before she blesses me with the unholiest of sounds.

BBBBBBBBLBLBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBPPRPRRPBRPRRRRRPBRBPRRRRPBRBPPPBRRRRPRRRBBBBBBPRRRRRPRRPRPPRPRPPPPPP!!! PPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRBBRRTTLTLRBRRRTLLLTBRTTBBTRRRRTLBBLRTLTRTBLLBRLBRTLRTBLLBRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

“Sorry, I was holding that in.” Katrina giggles. “Ah, jeez, that smells like I’m gonna have to use the toilet again. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Sure, sure…” I quickly hang up as my head sinks further and further down my knees, into my damp, sweaty shirt. It smells better than what’s in the bathroom. As much as I hope and pray Katrina won’t do anything gassy later, given her antics last night, I’m not sure how much I can trust her.

Though as much as I despise what comes out of her ass, the weight of my actions last night places more pressure on my body than a final exam worth half my grade. There’s a bit of me that feels this urge to tell Katrina what I did, but I can tell where it most likely will go – with my face deep into her ass every day. And she won’t even consider paying my rent.

By forgetting my bag in the gym, it led to her being comfortable letting loose around me. This truly is the punishment I deserve for never running away in the first place.

I look at the toilet once more and realize that a plunger is useless against that mountain. “This is gonna take a while…”

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I stood outside of the bathroom door, waiting for her to finish. From behind the door, I could hear what could only be described as a very loud, sloppy shit. I stood naked from the waist down, one hand permanently wrapped around my cock, stroking it softly. I can't remember the last time I wore pants in this house, there's no reason to, they just get in the way of my jerking.

Finally I hear the toilet flush, and after some very brief handwashing, my girlfriend opens the door, dressed in a simple black tee and some booty shorts, both of which she's worn for the past three days in a row at least. "Sorry to keep you waiting fartface," she says with a small snicker. It's true, my face did reek with the smell of farts, specifically her farts, as it always does. It's not like I'm gonna wash it, why would I willingly get rid of that residue? "Tha-that's okay," I say back meekly, still stroking my cock. She snickers again. "Now, you wanna get back to what we were doing?" I start nodding enthusiastically in response, but she doesn't even wait for me to, she's already walking past me back to her room, beckoning for me to follow.

As she brushes past, I get another whiff of her B.O. Her armpits stink. All of her stinks, a lot. I think she's breaking her personal record for days gone without bathing, pretty sure she's on week four now. It sucks cause she hasn't even let me clean her pits for her in a while. Last time I was licking up there for her, she made me stop halfway through cause having my face that close to hers was making her nauseous. Must've been the smell.

As I follow behind her, I get to stare at the thing that turned me into the person I am today. Her butt. I start jerking my dick faster. It was my home, where I belong. "That's where your face lives," is what she'd always say. I'm lucky she's so thick as well, with her butt that fat, it doesn't take much work to bury my face between her cheeks completely. As I follow behind, staring at her ass instead of where I'm going, I'm extra surprised when she takes a sudden turn away from the direction of her room, and towards the living room instead. "Wh-where-" I start to get out. "I wanna watch TV," she says dismissively.

As I nervously follow her into the living room, I stop dead in my tracks at the doorway when I see her sister already sitting at the couch. She looks up from her show, and looks at me with what can only be described as pure disgust- all too familiar to me. after taking a brief moment to gawk at me jerking my dick out in front of her, she decidedly turns back to the TV, choosing to ignore me altogether. My girlfriend has been completely unfazed by all of this, and is already getting in position. She leans over the arm on the side of the couch, crossing her own arms below her and arching her back, jutting her butt out behind her. She looks over to me, while starting to pull her shorts and panties down. "You coming?" I stare nervously, still jerking my dick. I'm still not super comfortable doing this stuff right in front her her family, although it's not like this would be the first time. "Oh c'monnn, you know you can't resist," she says, wiggling her butt in front of me. Seeing that, lust takes over.

I quickly scurry over behind her and get on my knees, spreading her cheeks. I can already smell her butt from here, it reeks. Her crack is visibly moist and slick with grime. I can hear her chuckle above me as I bury my face between her cheeks and press my nose hard into her greasy butthole, flattening my nostrils against it. I'm rewarded with my first fart, a short airy poot. I breathe in deep as she shoots it up my nose, and I moan loudly as my jerking increases to a fervent pace. I only suddenly remember that her sister's also here, when I hear her pipe up from somewhere outside the butt my face currently resides in. "Ugh if you're gonna use your toilet boy or whatever in front of me again, at least make him eat the farts so I don't have to smell 'em." I hear my girlfriend reply, "Oh good idea! You wanna swallow them now honey?" I respond by excitedly detaching my nose from her anus and wrapping my lips around it instead, sucking on it needlingly. This was my favorite thing to do. I hear my girlfriend hum approvingly above me as she continues, "Also, he's not my toilet, he doesn't eat my shit. Well not yet, at least. It's just my farts, right hun?" And with that, she unexpected releases a four second long rumbler into my mouth, causing my cheeks to puff out. And after tasting and swallowing the fart her butt just fed me, I moan again, shuddering as I cum for the first time, splattering the floor around her legs. My mouth never leaves her asshole. "Wow, that was fast, good job," my girlfriend says with a giggle. Her sister just leaves it at "ew."

I breathe hard through my nose, my face still buried in her smelly ass, as i recover from my orgasm. But after a quick fart fills my mouth, I already feel my dick getting hard again, and my hand returns to it, jerking hard as ever. For the next hour or so, My girlfriend and her sister watch TV together, occasionally making conversation amongst themselves, all the while my face stays buried in my girlfriend's stinky butt, with my lips permanently wrapped around her gross butthole, as she feeds me fart after fart, filling me up with her shit fumes. I cum at least a good few times within this hour, utterly covering the floor beneath me, and every time I go almost immediately back to swallowing her gas.

Eventually I hear her pipe up in front of me with some exciting news. "You can stick your tongue inside if you want, I know how much you love cleaning me out down there." Yessssss. After swallowing her latest fart, I eagerly start worming my tongue up her butthole, until it's as deep as it can go, and my entire tongue is lodged inside her filthy rectum. It's always a treat to be able to taste her insides like this, literally being able to clean out her dirty colon from the outside, with my tongue no less. In the past, I've excitedly told her about my fantasies of being small enough to just live inside of her butthole, and just being covered in her filth and breathing in her stink all day while being lodged up there, to which usually she'd laugh at my story and call me pathetic. This is probably the closest I'll ever get to that.

Anyway, while I was busy just slowly rolling my tongue around in circles in her colon, cleaning the walls, I hear her again. "Wait, pull your tongue out real quick, it's like blocking up the farts, I feel a big one tryna come out." As I slide my tongue out of her butt, I feel her firmly place her hand on the back of my head, bracing me and holding my mouth in place. I hear her groan in relief as she lets out an explosively wet, eight second long fart down my throat. The combination of that along with the taste of her rectum still fresh on my tongue causes me to cum for like the fifth time just this hour, and this was the biggest one yet. Drained, I feel my lips finally disconnect from her asshole as my face slides out of her sticky cheeks and I collapse on the floor, exhausted.

I hear her laugh above me as my face readjusts to the light. "Hey you know?" I hear her say, "I think that's the longest you've gone mouth-to-butthole without breaks before! Well, excluding bedtime, of course." Her sister looks over at me with the usual disgust, and I stare back, but it doesn't feel like regular human eye contact. She looks at me the same way you'd look at a rat, or a dog eating a rat. "God he breathes more of your farts than he does regular air," Her sister says with contempt. "That's the idea!" my girlfriend replies with satisfactory. "You wanna try him out?" she asks. "What??" My girlfriend elaborates, "Oh yeah he wouldn't mind, in fact, I'm just sure he'd love it."

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[Yup back with Kenny, and has a plan to get closer to Meiko, a VERY fierce woman]

Next day, Kenny came to school determined and has his mind set. He didn’t go to class, Kenny approached the Underground Student Council room with nervous determination. His body still ached from Meiko's intense "punishments", but he couldn't deny the twisted excitement coursing through him. He knocked timidly and entered. knock…….knock knock Mari Kurihara, the stern Council President, looked up from her desk. Her piercing gaze made Kenny's knees weak. Meiko stood nearby, her massive tits straining against her uniform as always.

"What do you want, worm?" Mari demanded.

Kenny swallowed hard. "I... I want to join the Underground Student Council!" he blurted out, bowing deeply. [……Kenny….THE FUCK!??]

Mari's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You? A pathetic male student? Join us?" Meiko's eyes widened in shock. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead as panic set in. "P-President," she stammered, "surely you're not considering-"

"Quiet, Meiko," Mari snapped. Meiko flinched and listened and continued to sweat. She studied Kenny intently. "And why should we allow you to join?"

Kenny straightened up, his gaze flickering to Meiko's voluptuous form. "I... I can be useful. I'll do anything you ask. Any punishment, any task." Meiko's face flushed crimson. Her stomach gurgled ominously as anxiety built up inside while holding her stomach.

Mari's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Anything, you say? Meiko, what do you think? You've been handling his... corrections, haven't you?"

"I... well..." Meiko sputtered, clenching her buttocks tightly.

PFFFRRRTT! “Ngh…” Meiko grunted A small fart escaped despite her best efforts. Mari's head whipped around, eyes narrowing suspiciously. Meiko stepped away from where she farted.

"Meiko? What was that?" "N-nothing, President!" Meiko yelped, sweat now pouring down her face. "I just... I don't think this maggot is worthy of-"

"BRAAAAAAPPPP!" A massive fart erupted from Meiko's ass, the force of it lifting her skirt and exposing her lacy panties. The rancid stench quickly filled the room. Mari's jaw dropped in shock. Kenny's cock instantly hardened in his pants.

"Meiko!" Mari exclaimed. "What the hell is going on here?"

Meiko's face burned with humiliation as she tried desperately to explain. "I... I can explain, President! It's not what you think!"

Kenny watched the scene unfold, torn between arousal and fear. He'd wanted to get closer to Meiko, but now he worried he'd just blown her secret wide open. He quickly straightened his posture, clasping his hands in front of his crotch to hide his growing erection. He forced a neutral expression, pretending Meiko's thunderous fart hadn't just rocked the room.

Meiko, red-faced and sweating profusely, managed to regain some composure. She clenched her buttocks tightly, determined not to let another blast escape. "My apologies, President," Meiko said, her voice strained. "I've been... feeling unwell today. Must have been something I ate." Mari's suspicious gaze darted between Meiko and Kenny. "Is that so? And what about this worm's sudden desire to join us?"

Kenny cleared his throat nervously. "I... I've seen the important work the Underground Student Council does," he lied smoothly. "I want to help maintain order in the school." Meiko nodded vigorously, grateful for the distraction. "Yes, President. Despite his... shortcomings, this maggot has shown a certain... resilience during his punishments."

PFFFRT! “OH!” Another small fart slipped out, causing Meiko to clench harder. Mari's eyes narrowed. "Meiko, are you sure you're alright? Perhaps you should visit the nurse..."

"No!" Meiko exclaimed, then quickly lowered her voice. "I mean, no thank you, President. I'm fine, truly." Kenny interjected, desperate to help Meiko out of this situation. "If I may, President Kurihara, I believe my... unique experiences with Vice President Shiraki's punishments make me an ideal candidate for the council." [kenny seriously what the fuck?]

Mari considered this for a moment, tapping her finger thoughtfully on her desk. "Interesting. And you say you'll submit to ANY punishment or task?"

"Absolutely," Kenny affirmed, sneaking a glance at Meiko's voluptuous form.

"Very well," Mari decided. "We'll put you through a trial period. Meiko, you'll be in charge of his... training."

Meiko's eyes widened, a mixture of relief and excitement flashing across her face. "Of course, President. I'll make sure he learns his place thoroughly. NGH!”

"BRAAAAP!!" Another fart escaped, louder this time. Meiko's face burned crimson.

"For heaven's sake, Meiko!" Mari exclaimed. "Go take care of... whatever this is. We'll discuss the new recruit's duties later."

Meiko nodded frantically, grabbing Kenny's arm. "Yes, President. Come along, worm. Time for your first lesson." As Meiko dragged Kenny out of the room, her ass cheeks clenched tightly, Mari shook her head in confusion. Something strange was definitely going on, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it… As soon as the door slammed shut behind them, Meiko's composure shattered. Her face contorted with rage and humiliation as she shoved Kenny roughly to the floor.

"You fucking idiot!" she snarled, straddling his head in one swift motion. "Do you have any idea what you've done?!" “B-“ Before Kenny could respond, Meiko slammed her massive ass down onto his face. Her skirt hiked up, leaving only her thin, sweat-soaked panties between Kenny's nose and her quivering hole.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP! An enormous fart erupted, the force lifting Meiko slightly off Kenny's face before she ground down harder. The putrid stench engulfed him instantly. “Fucking Christ…..that felt good”

"Stupid!” PPPPPFFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTT! “Mmmph!” Kenny muffled struggling “Fucking!” BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP! “Worm!" PPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Each word was punctuated by another thunderous blast. “Fuck….that one hurt” rubbing her butt

Kenny continued muffled groans vibrated against Meiko's ass as she unleashed her pent-up gas. The heat and pressure were incredible, her cheeks completely smothering him.

"You think you can just waltz in and join us?!" Meiko raged, her hips gyrating furiously. "I'll show you what happens to cocky little shits like you! NGH SHIT!”

"BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBNNNNBRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" The longest, loudest fart yet rumbled out, lasting nearly ten seconds. Kenny's lungs burned as he gasped for air, only to inhale more of Meiko's noxious fumes. Despite the brutal assault, Kenny's cock strained painfully against his pants. His hands instinctively reached up to grasp Meiko's thick thighs. “MMMPH!!” Kenny arched his back trembling Feeling his touch, Meiko growled and pressed down harder. "Don't you dare enjoy this, maggot! This is punishment!" But as her anger and gas poured out “PPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!” Meiko felt that familiar warmth spreading through her core. Her pussy throbbed with need, soaking through her panties onto Kenny's face.

"Fuck!" she moaned, her movements becoming more erratic grinding his face. "Why does this feel so good?!"

Kenny's tongue darted out, lapping at the wet fabric covering Meiko's slit. She shuddered at the contact, another massive "BRAAAAAAPPP!" escaping as pleasure coursed through her. "You worthless... pathetic... oh god..." Meiko's words dissolved into moans as she approached her peak. With one final, earth-shattering fart, she came hard, grinding her pussy against Kenny's eager mouth. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT “OOOHHHH!!!” Clenching his shirt shivering and jolting, Kenny was drowning from her squirting. As the waves of pleasure subsided, Meiko slumped forward, panting heavily. She lifted herself slightly, allowing Kenny to gasp for fresh air.

“Ugh…” Kenny managed to say almost passing out

"This changes nothing, worm," she growled, still trying to sound intimidating despite her flushed cheeks and shaky voice. "You're still just my personal fart slave. Got it?" She rubs her butt squeezing Kenny nodded weakly, his face slick with a mixture of sweat, Meiko's juices, and the remnants of her powerful emissions. Despite the brutal punishment, he couldn't help but smile. He was in the council now, and that meant more time with Meiko. But… Meiko's eyes flashed with renewed determination[uh oh, Kenny stay strong], her sadistic nature taking over once more. "Oh no, we're not done yet, worm," she growled, repositioning herself on Kenny's face.

"BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAAAAPPPPPP!" Another massive fart erupted, the force rattling Kenny's skull. The stench was overwhelming, each blast more pungent than the last.

"You wanted to join the council?" Meiko snarled, grinding her ass harder against Kenny's nose and mouth. "Then you'd better prove you can handle EVERYTHING I dish out!"

Her stomach gurgled ominously before unleashing a torrent of gas. "PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFRRRRT! BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBBBRAAP! PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPOOOT! BRAAAAAAAPPPP!"

Kenny's muffled screams vibrated against Meiko's ass as he struggled for air. His lungs burned, filled with nothing but Meiko's noxious fumes. His cock was gonna break from throbbing so much in his pants. Meiko's body shuddered with each explosive release, waves of pleasure washing over her. She reached back, gripping Kenny's pants tightly, her nails digging into his thighs through the fabric.

"Fuck!" she moaned, her hips gyrating frantically. "Take it all, you worthless fart slave!”

The intensity of her emissions increased, each fart seeming to last longer than humanly possible. The heat and pressure built to unbearable levels as Meiko's ass completely engulfed Kenny's face.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP! “Ngh fuck….take it” The longest, loudest fart yet erupted, lasting nearly twenty seconds. Kenny's vision began to blur, his consciousness fading under the relentless assault. Meiko's moans grew louder, more primal, as she approached another climax. Her pussy gushed, soaking through her panties and coating Kenny's face in her juices.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" she cried out, her body trembling. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

With one final, earth-shattering "BRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!", Meiko came hard. Her thighs clamped around Kenny's head like a vice as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Kenny’s eyes rolled back trembling under her, it was a real stinker. As her orgasm subsided, Meiko finally lifted herself off Kenny's face. He lay motionless, his eyes rolled back, teetering on the edge of consciousness. So much precum coming out. Kenny was in pain from his member throbbing nonstop. Meiko panted heavily, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. She looked down at Kenny's limp form, a mixture of satisfaction and concern crossing her flushed face. "Shit," she muttered, giving his cheek a light slap. “Uhh…” Kenny groans "Hey, worm. Don't you dare pass out on me. We've got a lot more 'training' to do..." she press her butt down and Kenn can only see darkness…

The next day, Meiko sat rigidly behind her desk, her stomach churning ominously. She'd eaten something that disagreed with her violently, and now gas was building up to dangerous levels. But with Mari working nearby, she couldn't risk exposing her secret. Kenny entered the room, immediately sensing Meiko's discomfort. Without a word, he discreetly positioned himself behind her chair, laying his head on the seat. Meiko glanced around furtively before scooting back, her massive ass engulfing Kenny's face completely.

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPFFFRRRRT!" A long, silent fart erupted against Kenny's nose and mouth. Meiko bit her lip hard, stifling a moan of relief. “MMM!”

Mari looked up. "Did you say something, Meiko?"

"N-no, President," Meiko stammered, her ass clenching around Kenny's head.

As soon as Mari returned to her work, Meiko unleashed a torrent of gas. "BRAAAP! POOT! PFFFFFRT!" The rapid-fire farts were muffled by Kenny's face, pressed deep between her cheeks.

Meiko's body shuddered with each release, waves of pleasure mingling with the sweet relief. She gripped the edge of her desk, knuckles white, desperately holding back her moans. Kenny's cock hardened instantly as Meiko's intoxicating stench filled his lungs. His tongue darted out, tasting the musky sweat soaking through her panties.

"BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAAAAPPPP!!!!" An especially powerful fart vibrated against Kenny's face. Meiko's eyes rolled back, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. She slammed her hand on her desk.

Mari glanced up again, brow furrowed. "Are you feeling alright, Meiko? You look flushed."

"I'm f-fine," Meiko gasped, her voice strained. "Just... concentrating on these reports."

Kenny's muffled groan “mmph…” sent shivers up Meiko's spine as she continued her relentless assault. Her pussy throbbed with need, soaking through her panties onto Kenny's eager tongue.

"PFFFRRRRT! BRAAP! POOOT!" The barrage of silent-but-deadly farts seemed endless. Meiko's entire body trembled with the effort of holding back her moans “MM! MMMM!” and keeping her ass firmly planted on Kenny's face.

As another massive "BRAAAAAAAAAPPPP!" erupted, Meiko felt herself approaching climax. She bit down on her hand, eyes screwed shut, desperately trying to maintain composure as pleasure built to unbearable levels.

With one final, devastating fart, “FFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Meiko came hard. Her thighs clamped around Kenny's head, trapping him in place as her body shook with silent ecstasy. “Mmmmhmmmmmmmm….”

"Meiko?" Mari's voice cut through the fog of Meiko's orgasm. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Meiko's eyes snapped open, her face burning crimson. "Y-yes, President," she managed, her voice hoarse. "I think I just need some fresh air."

As Mari nodded skeptically, Meiko stood on shaky legs. She glanced down at Kenny, his face red and slick with sweat and her juices. Kenny nods letting her know that he can continue. Meiko's eyes widened at Kenny's whispered encouragement. A wicked grin spread across her flushed face as she slowly lowered herself back onto his waiting mouth.

"BRAAAAAAPPPP!" Another massive fart erupted, muffled by Kenny's eager face buried deep in her ass. Meiko bit her lip hard, stifling a moan as relief and pleasure washed over her. “fuck…..” whispers

Mari glanced up briefly before returning to her work, oblivious to the depraved scene unfolding mere feet away. Meiko's stomach gurgled ominously before unleashing a torrent of silent-but-deadly gas. "PFFFRRT! BRAAP! POOOT!" Each blast seemed more potent than the last, Kenny's face serving as the perfect silencer.

As her ass continued its relentless assault, Meiko's feet found their way to Kenny's crotch. She could feel his rock-hard cock straining against his pants, throbbing with need. Smirking, Meiko began to tease him mercilessly. Her toes danced along his shaft, applying just enough pressure to drive him wild. She alternated between light, teasing touches and firm, grinding motions.

"BRAAAAAAAPPPPPP!" Another earth-shattering fart vibrated against Kenny's face as Meiko's foot pressed harder against his cock. She could feel it twitching beneath her sole, desperate for release. “MMMPH!” Kenny groaned in her butt Kenny's muffled groans of pleasure sent shivers up Meiko's spine. Her pussy gushed, soaking through her panties onto his eager tongue. Shivering hard and gripping her thighs

As her gas and arousal built to fever pitch, Meiko increased the pace of her footjob. Her toes curled around Kenny's shaft through his pants, pumping furiously making him struggle.

"PFFFRRRRT! BBBBBBBBBBRAAP! BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRPOOOT!" The rapid-fire farts matched the rhythm of her foot, pushing both of them closer to the edge. Meiko's entire body trembled with the effort of holding back her moans. She gripped the edge of her desk, knuckles white, as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

With one final, devastating "BRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!", Meiko came hard. Her thighs clamped around Kenny's head, trapping him in place as her body shook with silent ecstasy. At the same moment, Kenny's cock erupted in his pants. SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPPPPLURT SPLURT Meiko felt the heat and wetness spreading beneath her foot as he pumped load after load into his underwear. It was a lot, forming a huge wet spot. As their shared orgasm subsided, Meiko struggled to regain composure. Her face burned crimson, body covered in a sheen of sweat. “Phew……”

"Everything alright, Meiko?" Mari's voice cut through the fog of post-orgasmic bliss.

"Y-yes, President," Meiko stammered, her voice hoarse. "Just... very focused on these reports."

Mari nodded skeptically before returning to her work once more.

Meiko glanced down at Kenny, still hidden beneath her massive ass, his face slick with sweat and her juices. She couldn't help but smile. This new "council member" was proving to be quite useful indeed. [I guess Kenny’s objective is working?]

Meiko's eyes widened in panic as Mari approached her desk. Her stomach churned violently, the pressure building to unbearable levels.

"PFFFRRRRT!" A silent but potent fart escaped, blasting directly into Kenny's face. He struggled weakly, his consciousness fading from the prolonged assault. He came so hard so he is not able to take much more.

"Meiko, I need those reports," Mari said, leaning over the desk.

"O-of course, President," Meiko stammered, her voice strained. The proximity of Mari sent her anxiety skyrocketing, causing her bowels to revolt.

"BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAAAPPPP!" Another massive fart erupted, thankfully muffled by Kenny's face wedged deep between her ass cheeks. Meiko's thighs clenched around his head, trapping him in place. Kenny's muffled whimpers vibrated against Meiko's ass as he fought for air. His lungs burned, filled with nothing but Meiko's noxious fumes.

"Are you feeling alright?" Mari asked, eyeing Meiko suspiciously. "You look flushed."

"I'm f-fine," Meiko gasped, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Just... working hard."

"PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFRT! BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBRAAP! PPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPOOOT!" A rapid-fire series of “silent”-but-deadly farts assaulted Kenny's senses. His vision blurred, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Meiko's pussy throbbed with a mixture of fear and arousal, soaking through her panties onto Kenny's face. Her feet unconsciously pressed against his wet crotch, feeling his cock twitch weakly.

"Well, don't overwork yourself," Mari said, gathering the reports. "We need you in top form."

As Mari turned to leave, Meiko's control finally shattered. "BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBNNNNNBRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" The loudest, longest fart yet erupted, the force lifting her slightly off Kenny's face. Kenny cummed so hard again he gripped her thighs so hard before going limp. He managed to not moan until her butt was smothering his face completely.

Mari whirled around, eyes wide. "Meiko! What on earth-"

"nnngh! I'm so sorry, President!" Meiko cried, her face burning crimson. "I... I haven't been feeling well. Must be something I ate."

Mari's nose wrinkled at the putrid stench filling the room. "For heaven's sake, go home and rest. And maybe see a doctor about... that."

As Mari hurried out, Meiko slumped in relief. She lifted herself off Kenny's face, gasping at the sight of him barely conscious, his face slick with sweat and her juices.

"Shit," she muttered, gently slapping his cheek. "Hey, worm. Don't you dare pass out on me now. We've got to get out of here before anyone else comes in..." Meiko's panic escalated as she realized Kenny was on the brink of passing out. Her stomach still churned violently, gas continuing to build up despite her massive release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she hissed, gently slapping Kenny's cheeks. "Don't you dare faint on me, you worthless worm!"

But Kenny's eyes rolled back, his body going more limp. Meiko's ass clenched in fear, inadvertently unleashing another barrage of farts directly into his unresponsive face.

"PFFFRRRRT! BRAAP! POOOT!" The silent but deadly assault continued unabated.

"Wake up, damn you!" Meiko growled, her voice low and desperate. She ground her ass against his face, hoping the movement would rouse him.

"BRAAAAAAAPPPPPP!" An especially potent fart erupted, the force lifting Meiko slightly off Kenny's face. His nose twitched at the noxious fumes, but he remained unconscious. Meiko's pussy throbbed with a confusing mixture of arousal and fear. Her juices soaked through her panties, coating Kenny's slack face.

"I swear to god, if you don't wake up right now..." she threatened, her feet unconsciously pressing against his crotch. She could feel his cock stirring weakly, responding even in his unconscious state.

"PFFFRT! BRAAP! POOOT!" Another rapid-fire series of farts assaulted Kenny's senses. Meiko's entire body trembled with the effort of holding back her moans and the relentless gas.

Desperate, she reached down and roughly grabbed Kenny's crotch, squeezing hard. "Wake. The. Fuck. Up!" she snarled, punctuating each word with a vicious fart directly into his face. Kenny's eyes fluttered open, glazed and unfocused. He gasped weakly, struggling to breathe through the thick miasma of Meiko's emissions. “UGH!” Kenny muffled

"Oh thank fuck," Meiko muttered, relief washing over her. But her stomach gurgled ominously, reminding her that their ordeal was far from over.

"Listen up, maggot," she growled, leaning in close. "We need to get out of here now. But I'm not done with you yet. You wanted to join the council? Well, this is what it means to serve. You'll take every last fart I have to give, understood?"

Kenny nodded weakly, his cock hardening despite his semi-conscious state. Meiko smirked, a mixture of cruelty and arousal in her eyes.

"Good boy," she purred. "Now let's go find somewhere more... private. I've got a lot more gas to work out of my system, and you're going to help me do it. Every. Last. Bit."

With that, Meiko hauled Kenny to his feet, supporting his wobbly frame as they stumbled out of the room. The day was far from over, and Meiko's stomach was still churning ominously. Kenny was in for a long, pungent afternoon of "council duties"... Meiko grunted as she hoisted Kenny's limp form over her shoulder. His feeble attempts at speech were muffled against her back. “Mm…I…ffat….” "Shut it, worm," she hissed, her stomach gurgling ominously. "You wanted this, remember? Now you'll take every last bit."

She hurried down the empty hallway, Kenny bouncing weakly with each step. His face was still slick with her juices, the pungent stench of her farts clinging to his skin.

"PFFFRRRRT!" A silent but deadly fart escaped, wafting up to assault Kenny's nostrils. He whimpered pathetically, unable to escape the noxious cloud. Meiko smirked, feeling Kenny's cock harden against her shoulder despite his semi-conscious state. "Still enjoying this, you depraved little shit? Good. Because we're far from done."

She kicked open the door to an unused classroom, quickly locking it behind them. With a grunt, she tossed Kenny onto a desk, his body sprawling limply across its surface.

"Now then," Meiko growled, hiking up her skirt as she straddled Kenny's face once more. "Let's see just how much you can really take." Her ass descended, engulfing Kenny's face completely. His weak protests were silenced as Meiko's cheeks smothered him.

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRAAAAAAPPPPPP!" An enormous fart erupted, the force rattling Kenny's skull. Meiko moaned loudly, no longer needing to hold back.

"Fuck yes," she panted, grinding her ass against Kenny's nose and mouth. "Take it all, you worthless fart slave. Every. Last. Bit."

Kenny's body twitched feebly, overwhelmed by the assault on his senses. But even in his addled state, his cock strained against his pants, betraying his twisted arousal. Meiko grinned wickedly, feeling his erection press against her back. She reached behind, roughly groping his bulge as another massive.. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFRRRRT! “OOOOH fuck!” FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBRAAP! “Fuck……” BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPOOOT! erupted from her ass.

"That's right," she purred, her hips gyrating frantically. "Show me how much you love being my personal gas chamber. Prove you deserve to be in this council!"

As Meiko's relentless farting continued, Kenny drifted in and out of consciousness. Each blast brought him closer to total sensory overload, trapped in a pungent hell of Meiko's making. But deep down, in the twisted recesses of his mind, he knew he wouldn't have it any other way… [damn Kenny you might die from this and what’s crazy…you actually would that do you?]

Meiko smirked as she unzipped Kenny's pants, his weakened cock springing free. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, feeling it twitch feebly in her grasp.

"Look at you," she purred, her ass still firmly planted on his face. "So pathetic, so weak... yet still so fucking hard for me."

"BRAAAAAAPPPPPP!" Another massive fart erupted, vibrating against Kenny's nose and mouth. His muffled "MMF!" sent shivers through Meiko's body. She began stroking his hypersensitive member, her movements slow and deliberate. Kenny's hips bucked weakly, his body responding despite his semi-conscious state.

"That's it, worm," Meiko growled, increasing her pace. "Show me how much you love being my little fart slave."

A rapid-fire series of deadly farts assaulted Kenny's senses. His cock twitched violently in Meiko's hand, precum leaking from the tip. Meiko's own arousal soaked through her panties, coating Kenny's face. She ground her ass harder against him, relishing the vibrations of his muffled moans.

"You're close, aren't you?" she taunted, her strokes becoming faster, rougher. "Ready to cum from nothing but my ass and my farts? Fucking degenerate."

Kenny's body tensed, teetering on the edge. Meiko could feel his cock swelling, ready to erupt at any moment.

With a wicked grin, she unleashed the biggest, loudest "BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!!!!" yet, the force lifting her slightly off Kenny's face before slamming back down. Kenny's cock exploded in her hand, pumping load after load of hot cum. His body convulsed weakly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm and the relentless assault on his senses. So much semen coming out not as much as the first one but still a lot making more of a mess in his pants.

Meiko moaned loudly, her own climax washing over her as she felt Kenny's cum coating her fingers. “Ahhhhhhh fuck…..fffffuck……”She continued to grind against his face, riding out the waves of pleasure. As their shared orgasm subsided, Meiko lifted herself slightly, allowing Kenny to gasp for air. His face was a mess of sweat, her juices, and the remnants of her powerful emissions.

"Not bad, worm," Meiko panted, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "Maybe you do have what it takes to be in this council after all..."

She leaned down, her lips brushing against Kenny's ear. "But we're far from done. I've still got plenty more gas to work out... and you're going to take every last bit. Understood?" [😳uhhhh Kenny, run….] Kenny could only whimper in response, his body weak but his cock already beginning to stir again. He was in for a long, pungent afternoon of "council duties". Minutes later of more farts, Meiko felt Kenny's body convulse beneath her as he reached an explosive, hands-free climax. His cock twitched violently, pumping load after load of hot cum into his already soiled pants. “MMMMMPPPOPHHHH!!!!!” Kenny trembles under her "Fuck yes," Meiko moaned, grinding her ass harder against his face. "That's it, you depraved little shit. Cum from nothing but my farts!"

As Kenny's orgasm subsided, Meiko's stomach gurgled ominously. She grinned wickedly, knowing what was coming.

"Hope you're ready for the grand finale, worm," she purred.

"BRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!" The most massive, putrid fart yet erupted from Meiko's ass. The force was so strong it lifted her slightly off Kenny's face before slamming back down.

The stench was indescribable - a noxious cocktail of rotten eggs, sewage, and death itself. It filled the room instantly, so thick it was almost visible. Kenny's body went completely limp, his consciousness finally giving out under the overwhelming assault. His last sensations were the heat and pressure of Meiko's ass, the revolting stench filling his lungs, and the sticky wetness of his own release coating his crotch.

Meiko moaned loudly, her own orgasm washing over her as she felt Kenny go slack beneath her. “FUCK! That sooo good….” She continued to grind against his unresponsive face, riding out the waves of pleasure. As her climax subsided, Meiko finally lifted herself off Kenny's face. She looked down at his unconscious form - face slick with sweat and her juices, chest barely moving as he took shallow breaths.

"Not bad, fart slave," Meiko panted, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "You lasted longer than I expected."

She smirked, noticing his cock already beginning to stir despite his unconscious state. "Rest up while you can, worm. Because when you wake up? We're going for round two. After all, a council member's work is never done..."

With that ominous promise, Meiko began to clean herself up, leaving Kenny passed out on the desk. His pants were soiled and his face stinks. The room reeked of her emissions and their combined arousal - a pungent reminder of the twisted ordeal that had just transpired... and the promise of more to come. [that….was some initiation, don’t think that’s what Mari meant Meiko but whatever. Well Kenny hope you’re ready….]

To be continued…

Hey Everyone! Unfortunately my next diary entry about the slumber party is taking me longer than I thought to write (curse you horny brain!) So in the meantime I will upload some shorter posts like this one. I just finished uploading some more screenshots of texts with my little bro along with a video clip I sent him. After the slumber party I was recently shopping online and I saw this super cute pink collar and leash. I just knew I had to get it for my little bro and make him walk around behind me as I yank his face into my ass crack.

Here is the texting convo from when I told him about it-

Me: Look what I just bought little bro

Me: Picture of the Leash

Sam: But Sis we don't have a dog

Me: Lol Who said anything about a dog fart boy?👅💨💩

Sam: Please Sis...

Sam: Don't make me...

Me: Meet me downstairs in 5 minutes booty licker!

Me: It's nice and hot out and I'm gonna walk you around the park while you kiss my sweaty ass

Sam: ...yes big sis

Me: Since I'm so nice here's a little preview of what you'll be worshipping for the next hour

Me: Video of me shaking my ass to the song Bark Like You Want It

Me: Also consider it a guide on how I expect you to act out there every time I fart in your little face loser

Me: Unless you want to be leashed to the toilet instead 😜💩

We had so much fun out there! Or at least I had fun lol We even saw some girls who knew him from school who laughed as they saw me yank him tongue-first into my farting booty.

Let me know if you have any suggestions of places to take him on his new leash!

Also as always please consider upvoting or commenting with what other things you'd like to see me do with my little booty boy bro.

Hope y'all liked this one and stay tuned for more!

Till next time!

BigBootySisAmy

Little story I have been hesitant to post, but he is the first part and I am good with it.

Has foot fetish stuff in it, hope ya'll are cool with that.

I sat in a small straw padded cell and awaiting my fate, dreading the probably execution in the morning for my crime of theft of food. 

IT had been a while since i had been able to afford anything since the start of the war, and I thought I could get away with taking something little. 

But not the case, I was reminded by the constant drip of water, falling on the stone floor somewhere outside of my cell but inside the dark room that life as I knew it was changed, and possibly over. 

I could periodically hear the sounds of mumbles from the guard standing near the door, and the ones outside in the much more well lit hallway. 

I was startled by a sharp thud, like someone being thrown against the wooden then the sound of a brief scuffle.

The guard looked through the bars on the door, then stepped out of the room for a few moments to look around. 

I saw a dark shadow quickly move into the room and heard the sound of many footsteps running passed the door, further down the hallway, weapons jingling as they moved.

The guard came back in and closed the door behind him, walking over to see if I was still in my cell, and then returning to his post.

 I saw a tall silhouette approach me, and with the slight illumination, I could see the dark leather armor of a warrior.

The figure started fumbling with the lock, attempting to enter my cell without making any noise.

I was a little nervous and thought about calling out to the guard, but the figure removed the cloak covering its face and shushed me.

A beautiful women flipped her raven hair out of the tanged state in her cloak, and smiled.

She finished unlocking the door and silently opened the metal cars, walking past me to the back wall of my cell. 

She started moving some of the wooden boxes in the back on the cell, looking for something on the floor.  

“Damn her potions” I heard her say under her breath, hunching over and grabbing her stomach. 

She quickly walked over to me and and without a word turned around, smashing her firm leather clad posterior into my face.

“Sorry about this” She whispered, as she grabbed the back of my head and pushed out a hot rumbling blast of flatulence right in my face.

The thick sinister stink of shit and sulfur caused my eyes to water and I tried to dislodge my head from between her cheeks. 

“Shush.”  She said pushing another long rumbling fart, that was muffled by my head.

The sulfuric smell burned my nose, and I started coughing between her cheeks.

"Do you want someone to hear us." She asked in an elevated whisper, keeping my head firmly pressed against her ample backside. "Stop coughing." 

She finally releasing my head and returning to her task of moving boxes.

“If you want, you can come work for my group” She said in a whisper, lifting up the floor panel and offering me her hand. “I grantee it will be better than whatever awaits you here.”

I took her hand and we both left, with her guiding me through various underground tunnels until eventually, we passed a broken grate, and walked into a forest.

"My name is Rachel” She said offering me her hand.

“My name is Edger,." I Said, kissing her hand like a gentlemen. "Thanks for saving me.”

"A man who knows how to show respect to a lady." She said, her brown eyes looking down and cheecks blushing.  “I think we can find a use for you in our party.”

She held my hand and led me through the dark forest,  until we came to a post where a horse was tied. 

We finally made it to town and she agilely jumped down off of the horse, and turned to offer me help. 

She took off her brown and black studded leather armor, tossing it over the horse revealing a soft black shirt and that really accentuate her ample bosoms.   

“Follow me.” She said, turning her knee high boots towards a very busy building. 

I couldn't help but gaze at her ass that rocked with each step she took, as we approached a very well trafficked area. 

She opened the door to a bar and revealed a rather unruly scene of various people gambling, drinking all to the sound of lively music.

“That’s Tabitha.” She said pointing to a large muscular women sitting at a large wooden table in the center of the room,

I had never seen an orc before, she looked more or less human aside from the light green skin and bein over 7 feet tall.

She was wearing very tight brown pants and a matching corset, with a white brown popping out about the leather material. She also wearing adventuring boots with solver buckles that came up to her knees. 

Her her thick jet-black hair was tied up on top of her head in some type of band, and she was arm wrestling someone at a large table. 

“I see she is taking people’s money again,” Said Rachel as we sat at a nearby table. “We will need it.”

Tabitha noticed Rachel and I sit down and flashed an adorable smile, revealing small fangs sticking out from her bottom lip that glistened in the light.

She looked at her opponent and with enthusiastic vigor and began straining hard to smash his arm down into the table.

In the excursion, she unintentionally let out an audible belch, that echoed throughout the room. 

"Sorry about that, she said blushing,  as her acidic fumes made it over to him. "Must be all the beer." 

“That disgusting.” the man exclaimed, scrunching his face.  

“Looks like you are turning a little green.” Tabitha said, trying not to laugh. 

 “Better than half-green.” He said angrily, as the rest of the crowed watched. 

“Half Green and about to take your money.” She said as a smirk forced on her face.

She belched again, this time much louder and clearly intentional then blew her toxic fumes right into his face.

He could no longer maintain his composure and released her hand forfeiting the contest. 

“Just be glad that didn’t come out of the other end,” she laughed fanning her face as the man stood up complaining that he could not breathe.

She took a drink from her mug, with a smug look of satisfaction on her face and moved over to our table to sit down.

“Who’s your little friend?” She asked squeezing herself into the seat next to me, bumping my head with her large breasts.

"Sorry about that." She said, a little embarrassed before scooting away and signaling the bar tender to bring over some drinks.

“This is Edgar” Said Rachel, “He is going to be helping us since I rescued him from that dumb castle.”

“Nice.” She said. looking down at me with a grin. “It’s hard to find good help nowadays.”

“Welcome to the team Edgar." She said, with a  goofy smile and scrunching her cute button nose. "I think you will find this arrangement better than a prison cell."

The drinks arrived and three tall glasses were placed in front of each of us,

I noticed a tall blonde female walk into the bar, Wearing elegant silken robes and wielding an innately carved quarterstaff seeming totally out of place is this establishment. 

She saw our group and smiled, quickly walking over to us and avoiding various things on the floor.

“Did you succeed in your quest?”  She asked Rachel, eagerly asking a seat across from her.

“Yes I got your orb thing” She responded, placing it down on the table, “No thanks to your stupid stealth potion.”

“Did it not work?” She asked slightly concerned, gently placing her fingers on the orb.

“Oh it worked.” Said Rachel, “But it gave me some serious stomach issues…again.”

“Well I am sorry to hear that” she said, pretending to care as the orb began to glow softly. “I was trying a new recipe.”  

“I was almost was caught but thankfully, I was able to, silently release some pressure.” Rachel said looking over at me with a smirk.

“Well, good new it is then.” She said in a bubbly tone, picking up the orb and placing it in her bag.

“Who is your friend here?” She asked, looking at me.

“Oh, just the newest addition to our party.” Said Tabitha,

“Good Good.” She said eyeing my disheveled clothing. “I can always use someone to help me gather ingredients and such.”

“You can sleep in my room tonight, if you want.” Said Tabitha, placing her arm firmly on my shoulder, "I always get a double room.

“Thank you.” I said graciously turning to her and getting a face full of strong sweaty body odor.

“Oh my god Tabitha.” Remarked Rachel, as I tired to maintain composure and keep my face from contorting from eye watering smell. “Maybe you should wash before you house him in your room.

“Am I that bad?” She asked, sniffing herself. “I has been a while I suppose. ”

She put her arm back down and we finished our drinks.

“There is only one bed, but you can use my sleeping mat.” Tabitha said tossing a bundle of cloth onto the floor.

"Sorry its a little worn." She said sitting down on her bed, causing it to creek from her weight. "But its comfortable. 

I laid the mat out on the floor revealing various brown stains and releasing the smelled of sweat and musk from years of use and lack of washing. 

thankful for the mat i chose to say nothing and instead just rolled over onto my back, closing my eyes and doing my best to ignore the sour scent. 

I was startled by the loud thud of one of her large leather boots dropping against the wooden floor of our room. 

I turned my head to see her smiling at me with a look of both guilt on her face.

“Sorry about that smell.” She said fanning her face, just as the pungent, vinegary smell of sweaty feet reached me. 

“You’ll get used to it after a while.” she giggled, removing her shirt, revealing a black bra, barely containing her large green breasts. 

She removed her pants, tugging them down over her large hips, clad in a matching black panties, that looked like a thong on her her muscular gluts.  

Finally she let her hair down, which fell playfully down to her mid back before falling backwards onto her bed and covering herself with a light blanket. 

I laid back down, staring at the ceiling, But was once again startled by the sound of a boot hitting the floor. 

"If you are having trouble sleeping, get a whiff of that." She laughed, playfully wafting the smell of her boot towards me. “That will put you right out.”

The next morning we took off on our next quest.

“As the newest member of our group, will be setting up camp, and then you can do our laundry.” Rachel said, tossing soiled her clothes at me.

“Hey, look away.” She said, bending over and grabbing some clean clothes from her pack. “Can’t you see I am changing?”

I averted my eyes but not before seeing her toned body clad in a black and purple lingerie that looked great on her incredibly sexy body. 

"Men." Elly sighed, pointing her staff at me, causing a black piece of cloth to appear over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.

I heard the sounds of the two women changing into clean garments, and once they were done the blindfold disappeared

There was a good variety of clothes, and it took me multiple trips to bring everything down to the nearby river.

Tabitha's clothes were noticeably larger then the rest of the girls and by far looked the most dirty, her socks for example were permanently stained brown from sweat.

Once I got all the clothing to the bank of the river, I started sorting everything.

Various armor pieces in one pile, shirts, pants in one pile, and to my surprise, some very colorful undergarments. 

My eyes were drawn to a very soft silky pair of pink socks and matching panties that appeared immaculately clean.

*Were they even dirty ?* I asked myself, as there was not a single visible speck of filth on the soft fabric.  

I casually grabbed the silky panties, placing them near my face and giving them the sniff test.

To my surprise, a very strong and distinctly erotic scent tickled my nose that was unlike anything I had ever experienced. 

It was a unique, euphoric odor, a mix of sweaty butt and feminine stink that I eagerly inhaled into my lungs. 

Unable to rationalize what I just experienced, I took a much longer sniff of the soft fabric, inhaling the pungently sweet scent tainting her panties.

“What are you doing” I heard Tabitha ask. 

Startled, I quickly threw down the underwear I was holding into the pile of clothes and turned around to see her large head, poking out from some nearby shrubbery.

She climbed out of the bushes,  her green skin was adorned with some type of black animal hide skirt that came down to her knees, and matching shirt that barely came down past her very ample chest.

 “I asked you a question,” She said firmly, slowly walking over to me with a predatory look. “What were you doing?”

“I was just…..” I stuttered out just as she reached me and ran her hand through my hair.

“I didn’t mean…”I said as she closed her fist, gripping my hair tightly and kneeling down to face level.

“Shuuuush.” She said, placing her finder over my lips and looking me in the eyes.  “I know exactly what you were doing.”

She smiled wickedly, and pushed me backwards, dragging me to the ground with her strength then laying down on top of me her head inches from mine.  

“I am so sorry,” I said, genuinely afraid of the large green women currently pinning on my back that could easily crush me. 

“Oh are you ?” She laughed, looking down at me with a cute smile, propping herself up on her elbow and placing her chin in her hand.

Her smile transformed into one more sinister, before before she started digging through the pile of dirty clothes next to us. 

"Ahh, here we go." She exclaimed with a satisfied grin, pulling a particularly large, filthy sock from the pile. 

The cloth material was well worn, with several holes and although one point may have been white, had since been stained brown from years of of being abused.  

"Tell me human." She stated, letting her native Orcish accent become more prominent, as she placed the sweat stained material over her hand like a glove. "Have you ever smelled an Orc women's socks." 

 "No." I answered as she took a sniff of her sock, then sighed in extasy. 

"You are in for a treat then." She said sarcastically, pressing the sweat stained material against my face. 

The powerfully sour smell of her unwashed socks was enough to make me start convulsing and loudly moaning, but she effortlessly held me in place with the weight of her body. 

“Shush.” She said removing her sock-covered hand and watching as tears rolled down my bright red cheeks.  “We wouldn’t want the others hearing you, then I would have to explain what I caught you doing.”

I looked up at her beautiful face, her sharp teeth glinting in the light knowing I was at her mercy. 

“That's what I thought.” she said, stroking my head before returning her hand, and the stinky fabric adorning it over my face. 

“Besides, they aren't bad are they?” She asked, playfully squeezing my nose between her large fingers, practically forcing the socks into my nostrils. 

I moaned as the stink overwhelmed my senses, causing her to grin devilishly. 

"I know." she said, agreeing with my sentiment as I began to get dizzy. “They always seem stink no matter what I do.” 

“Well maybe washing them would work, but what fun would that be ?” She said removing the sock, from my face, allowing me to catch my breath. 

She sorted through the pile of clothes again, this time pulling out the black panties she wore the night before, which looked like a thong between her cheeks.  

“Sniff human.” She said, really getting into character and placing her panties over my face.

“Stink real good yes ?" She asked, pressing the fabric against my face adjusting them to ensure the portion well worn by being between her ass was over my nose.

She didn't really need an answer as I frantically tried to get away from the mind numbing smell of stale meaty farts, and alcohol. 

“I had a case of "stank gut." last night which I'm sure you can tell.” She giggled, as I gagged uncontroablly. "Just be glad I am only a half-orc, I'm sure my dad had permanent damange done to his sense of smell.

“Hey stop struggling." She said, lowering herself a little and placing more weight down on me. "I wouldn’t want to accidentally crush you”

I did my best to heed her warning, and in return she took a little of her weight off me.

“Now nice deep breaths.” She said, adjusting her large hand so it was covering my mouth and gentle placing her other hand on the top of my head. “I want to hear you sniffing.”

She looked down at my helpless body with an expression of excitement as I begrudgingly and loudly inhaled. 

The odor of her panties was foul. a toe curling mixture of ass sweat and freshly used outhouse  burned my lungs and made me dizzy. 

“Very impressive.” She said placing her hand on the ground, and leaning over my head as if to give me a kiss, before releasing a truly epic belch right into my face.

"Damn, that was a good one." She giggled with delight as the horrific acidic smell of her previous meal washed over my face, making my eyes water again. 

“I hope you are learning your lesson.” She said, as if she was some schoolmarm issuing a punishment to a student. 

“Tabby where are you?” I heard Elly yell from distance.

“Awww, I guess we are done” She said, rolling off of me, leaving me completely exhausted and in a stink induced daze. “If I catch you being a pervert again, I won’t go so easy on you.

“Oh, word of advice” She said looking back at me “You might want to wash your face.”

“I’m coming” She yelled in ellys direction, “I was just showing our new friend how to get the stains out of our clothes.”

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Hey y’all! So I had been trying to figure out what the best pic would be for the background image on my Reddit page since I started. I have some hilarious pics of my brother serving my feet 🦶😝 (which I will hopefully be able to release soon) but none of them are the right size. Also I feel like I have to do the name of my page justice! It would be a crime to not use a picture where I was putting my little booty boy in his place! 🍑😭

For the last few days I have been trying to figure out what to do when my besties came to my rescue.💕 I was hanging out at home with my friends Megan, Tori, and Leah. We get along because we are all the same kind of sadistic lol 😈😈😈😈 Meg also has a younger brother, Jason, who is Sam’s same age that she loves to fuck with.

Anyway when they came into my room to hang out I had forgotten that I had left my Reddit page open on my computer from the last time I was… reading. They fucking lost it when they saw what I had already posted. They were laughing their asses off talking about how much of a loser Sam was and saying how he deserves to lick feet and must have loved the taste of my gassy booty. I knew my friends were into kinky shit but I had no idea they would be so hype about what I was doing with my little bro. Megan especially thought it was hot and was saying how she wants to do the same to her dumbass brother.

Leah asked about what else I wanted to do with my page and I told them about the cover photo dilemma. That’s when Tori had a great idea. We would force my little brother to go with us to the mall, drag him around making fun of him the whole time, and get a good pic while we were there.📷🍑😭

With our plan set the four of us went to Sam’s room. The look on his face was priceless when he opened the door and all of my friends said “Hi booty boy!” in unison. 🍑🍑🍑🍑 The dork straight up looked like he wanted to die.😱

After recovering from the realization that my friends knew about how I had been humiliating him he asked what we wanted. I told him we wanted to bring him to the mall with us and he tried to say no.

I said, “I understand foot boy. I’m sure Mom would love to have you all to herself today. I’ll just go downstairs right now and tell her that you want to spend the whole day rubbing her stinky feet!”

My friends laughed and each chimed in to mock him

Tori- “Who knew he was such a little Momma’s boy?”

Leah- “You must love the smell of your Mom’s feet? Huh loser?”

Megan- “Amy it sounds like your foot boy has forgotten who’s really in charge! Do you wanna worship your Mommy’s feet that badly little guy?”

Realizing how much of Mom’s foot funk he would have to deal with if he stayed home he reluctantly gave in and agreed to come with us.

We told Mom where we were going and hilariously she unprompted said that she was hoping Sam would stay home and rub her feet all day like I had threatened. Guess I didn’t have to make that up 😂

Leah then lied to my Mom and told her that earlier Sam had said he couldn’t go because he himself wanted to rub Mom’s feet. Tori even said Sam had admitted to loving the smell of Mom’s feet when they are sweaty and that he couldn’t wait to massage them. We all had to hold back our giggling as my brother turned red from embarrassment.🤭😳

Then to make things worse for Sam, Mom said that she would work out while we were gone, saying to my brother, “Don’t worry sweetie! My feet will be here for you to rub when y’all get back. I’ll make sure my feet are extra sweaty and stinky for you!”🦶💦

With that we dragged my little brother out the front door, hopped in Megan’s car and drove to the mall. On the drive my friends couldn’t stop making fun of Sam. Tori and Leah were with him in the back seat with Sam in the middle. They both took their shoes off and started rubbing their feet against his face as we drove.🦶😭🦶 It was awesome although I was a little jealous. At one point after we stopped for gas and I switched places with Leah we put on my spotify twerking playlist (which I titled, “Hungry for Booty, Bro?”) and we all sang along as Leah and I grinded our asses on either side of my baby bro’s terrified little face.🍑😭🍑

When we finally got to the mall we started walking around taking selfies. In every pic we made Sam stand right behind us cowering beneath my booty. The pics were great (I may post those some other day) but nothing seemed good enough for my first cover photo.

But then Meg, the true baddie and hero 🫡, whispered a suggestion to me.

I agreed immediately and Megan then told Sam that we were going to go to Victoria’s Secret together. His face went red as she described how he was going to come into the changing rooms with us and he would have to help us take our panties on and off.🩲

My little brother started begging me not to and, all according to Meg’s plan, I offered him a deal. I would trap his arm between my legs with his face against my booty and if he could get out in under 5 minutes he wouldn’t have to go with us into the changing rooms. He immediately jumped at the opportunity, not knowing what he had actually signed himself up for.

Earlier we had grabbed lunch at the food court and Tori had the brilliant idea for us to eat a bunch of stuff that would make us really gassy.💨💨 We had chili cheese hotdogs and milkshakes!🌭🥤

So as I squeezed my little bro’s arm between my thighs and his face made contact with my big booty… I started farting in his face!!!

He tried to pull away frantically as he gagged on my ass gas! My friends and I were all laughing maniacally as my toned legs kept his head in the danger zone (this is why we hit the gym y’all).🦵🏼

Leah said, “Did this dumbass forget what we had for lunch?”

“I don’t think so. I bet he was just dying to get up close and personal with his big sister’s gassy booty” Megan said as she stood off to the side recording a video of the whole thing with her phone.

Tori said “What a little freak! I bet he would do anything to taste your farts again Amy!”

People around us were staring and the women working at Victoria's Secret were chuckling at the sight of my baby bro trapped with his face against my farting butt.

I spoke up and asked him, “Is that true little bro? Do you want to be my fart eating booty boy?”

He tried to quickly deny it but as he opened his mouth to speak another loud fart blasted right into his face, shooting past his lips and cutting off his words.💨👄

Leah laughed and said, “I’d take that as a yes!”

I asked Tori how much time he had left before he lost our bet. She said he only had one minute and Sam started to cry and plead with me to let him go. This is when the final part of the plan kicked in!

I told him if he “admitted” how much he wanted to be my booty boy, begged me to fart in his mouth, and stuck out his tongue I would consider him the winner of the bet.

He hesitated at first but then Tori said “Only 30 seconds left fart boy! I guess it makes sense that a panty sucker like you would rather help us change undies huh!”

I taunted him saying “Is there something you’d like to tell me little brother?”

With that last bit of mental torture Megan’s plan fell into place cuz… HE SAID IT!!!

I felt myself get wet the instant he spoke!💦 And when he stuck his tongue out… let’s just say I was glad I was about to get new panties lol🩲

After mentally recovering from the excitement for a second I said “Well since you asked so nicely! Open wide booty boy!”

No exaggeration when I say that this fart was insane. It felt super wet and it was long and loud as hell. When it finally ended I released his little arm and he fell to his knees. I asked Megan if she got the whole thing and she said she did.

The moment I saw Sam start to relax I told him to get up because it was time to go into the Victoria’s Secret.

He complained saying that we promised he wouldn’t have to go into the changing rooms if he won. I then clarified that while yes he did not have to go into the changing rooms he did have to come with us into the store and wait outside the changing rooms.😈

To rub salt in the wound, Megan then said, “Besides! Where else are we supposed to put our dirty panties while we try on new ones?”

Leah ruffled Sam’s hair and said, “Obviously the safest place is in this little panty sucker’s mouth!”🩲🩲👄🩲🩲

“Maybe we’ll even get them back cleaner!” Tori said as she shook her booty near his defeated face.

We dragged him into the store and made him stand outside our dressing rooms as with all of our dirty underwear either shoved in his mouth or draped over his face. I realized when I took mine off that I had straight up sharted earlier and there was a fresh brown stain on the crack (a few inches away from the fresh sticky stain 💦 lol).

I said “Hope you're hungry for seconds fart boy!” as I used two fingers to push the shart-stained panties into his mouth and press them against his tongue”

We tried on a lot of pairs and Sam had to stand out in the open with all the ladies in the store watching for about an hour as we picked out our favorites. Several intrigued women tried to approach and ask him what he was doing. Obviously he couldn’t speak with our panties covering his face.

So I would just poke my head out of my changing room and explain that he is my little brother and that he begged us to let him come to Victoria’s Secret to suck our panties clean while we tried things on. They all bought the story, chuckled at the little pervert, and went on their way.

When we finally had tried on everything we wanted we went to the counter and bought everything. The girls working at the counter were so funny. They kept telling my brother if he was caught eating any of the merchandise he would have to pay for it.😂🍴🩲

With our shopping done and the video of Sam begging for my farts ready for me to farm screenshots from, we finally headed home. On the drive back we put the playlist back on and Megan and I sat in the back with Sam sandwiched between our asses as we twerked out the rest of our farts on his disgusted face.

When we got back to the house, I convinced Mom to let my friends stay over for the night. But that’s a story for another day! For now this is the pic I chose for my background photo. It captures the first time my baby bro ever submitted to me in public.

As always please consider upvoting this post or following my page to keep up with my future posts!🙏🏼

I am working on writing up a few different things but my next post is probably going to be about the twerking playlist I mentioned earlier. 🎵🎶

Leave a comment if you like this pic or its backstory and also comment with any suggestions for ways I can humiliate my little brother. Once Megan sends me the folder with the other pictures and the audio of Sam begging to eat my farts I'll upload them here!

On a separate note, I’m considering making Sam take over my old DeviantArt account from when I was just a lurker and forcing him to find and read kinky posts for me. Megan made her brother Jason do something similar and I figured I deserved the same treatment from Sam. 

He would also be expected to share links and comment on every one of my posts so everyone can watch as I put my little booty bitch in his place! 

Some of y’all out there may even want to have some fun with him yourself! IRL he belongs to me but I would absolutely be willing to make him participate in Sub RP for any of my fellow Dom girlies out there!

Do y’all like this idea? Let me know what you think in the comments. Also let me know if you have any suggestions for a humiliating username I can change my old DeviantArt account to. I want one that lets everyone know his role as my booty boy.

See y’all the next time I post!

BigBootySis Amy

The buzzing of your phone jolts you from the monotony of your workday. Glancing down, you see a message from Laura. Her name alone sets your heart racing. The text reads:

"Hey, guess what? My farts are even worse than usual today. Wanna come over and huff them?"

You hesitate for a moment, memories of her last visit flooding back—the pungent, overwhelming stench that had left you gasping for fresh air. But this time, something feels different. You shoot back a quick reply: "Sure, why not?" Her response is almost immediate: "Great! I’ve got a surprise for you. Don’t be late." An hour later, you stand at her door, your pulse quickening with each ring of the bell. When she opens it, your breath catches in your throat. Laura stands there, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a form-hugging leather jumpsuit that accentuates every curve of her body. Her eyes gleam with mischief as she steps aside to let you in.

"Downstairs," she commands, her voice dripping with excitement. "I’ve set everything up just for you."

Feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive, you follow her into the basement. The air below is colder, denser, and as you descend the stairs, a sense of foreboding washes over you. At the bottom, Laura flips on the lights, revealing a large metal box just big enough to fit a human. Your stomach churns as you notice the thick rubber tube connecting the box to her pants. You struggle to find your voice, your throat paralyzed with confusion and fear. "Laura, what... what is this?" you manage to choke out, your eyes trying desperately focus and take in exactly what it is that you’re staring at. She laughs, a low, sinister chuckle that echoes off of the concrete walls of the basement. "This, my dear, is my masterpiece," she says, her gloved fingers tracing the edge of the box with a loving touch. "I call it the 'fart chamber.' I got the idea from the last time you were over and I gave you a Dutch oven. But this time, I wanted to make sure I didn't have to smell my own farts. Only you get to suffocate in them."

Her eyes gleam with pride as she explains, "I spent days preparing for this. Every meal was carefully chosen to maximize the potency of my emissions. And now, here we are. You’re about to be trapped inside this box, breathing in every last drop of my essence. Isn't it wonderful?" The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. This isn't just about her farts—it's about control, about power. She's created this elaborate setup just to torment you, to ensure that you suffer while she remains unscathed from her own deadly air.

"Why... why are you doing this?" you ask, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. Laura's eyes narrow, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. "I thought you liked this kind of thing," she says, her tone a mix of amusement and irritation. "That’s why I went through all this trouble." You’re too stunned to say anything, staring at her with a mix of fear and arousal. It’s one thing to fantasize about huffing her farts, but another entirely to be staring down the barrel of a kink crazed woman who’s telling you to get into a literal gas chamber that she was crazy enough to make just to have you smell her farts.

"See this?" she says, pointing to the industrial looking rubber tube as she attaches to the seat of her pants. "Every time I let one rip, it's going straight into your little chamber. You'll be breathing in nothing but my my powerful stink." Your eyes follow the length of the hosing and you realize she’s not kidding. It runs directly from her ass to the metal box.

She laughs, a low, sinister chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. "I haven't actually tested it yet," she admits, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I guess we'll find out if it's really airtight together."

Without warning, Laura bends slightly, positioning herself just right. You watch in a mix of horror and fascination as she tenses her muscles, and then—with a loud, rumbling noise—she farts into the tube. The sound echoes through the basement, and you can see the air inside the box stir as the foul gas is pumped in. After letting out a nasty fart into the tube, she spins around to take a whiff of the air near the box to see if it’s airtight. She gags, quickly realizing that some of the smell is seeping out of the chamber. The stench is overwhelming, even for her, and she covers her nose with a gloved hand.

"Ugh, I guess I didn't seal it perfectly," she mutters, her voice muffled by her hand. "But don't worry, it's still going to be deadly in there either way." She laughs, a mix of embarrassment and amusement coloring her tone. "I hope you're not too disappointed."

Despite your fear of what she’s about to put you through, you can’t help but ask her how bad it smells. "How... how bad is it?" you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. Laura laughs, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, it's bad enough that I brought this gas mask just to save myself from having to smell it," she says, reaching behind her and pulling out a sleek black gas mask. She holds it up for you to see, the lenses reflecting the dim light of the basement.

"I’ve been eating nothing but hard-boiled eggs and cheese for the last three days," she continues, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It’s made my farts incredibly sulphuric. You know how rotten egg smells are, right? Imagine that times a hundred. That’s what you’re in for." She pulls on the gas mask, adjusting it over her face until it fits snugly. The sight of her wearing it only adds to your growing sense of dread. "You’re going to be breathing in pure sulfur, love. It’s going to burn your lungs, make your eyes water, and leave you begging for mercy. But don’t worry, I’ll be nice enough to let you out before you pass out... Maybe"

Laura, now wearing the gas mask, leans over to the box and takes a deep breath. Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes that even through the mask, the stench is potent enough to seep through. She laughs, a muffled but triumphant sound, bragging about how impressed she is with the strength of her farts.

"Can you believe it?" she says, her voice distorted by the mask but still carrying a note of smug satisfaction. "Even this gas mask isn't enough to block out the smell! My farts are so strong, they’re practically lethal! Just wait until you taste the full force of my masterpiece," she taunts, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You’re going to be begging for mercy long before I let you out."

“I… I don’t know…” you stammer, your voice weak and uncertain. “Maybe we should stop… maybe this is too dangerous…”

But Laura isn’t having any of it. She steps closer, her eyes narrowing behind the mask. “Too dangerous?” she scoffs. “You wanted this. You begged for it. Now you’re going to see it through.” As you continue to argue with Laura about the dangers of getting into the box, she suddenly tenses up, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. Before you can react, she cuts another deadly fart into the tube, the sound muffled but unmistakable. The air inside the chamber stirs ominously, the sulfuric stench intensifying once again.

"I know it stinks in there," she says, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Who am I kidding, it fucking REEKS. But I didn't go through all this trouble just to fart into an empty box. No, I want to hear you choking on my fumes in it."

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, the reality of your situation sinking in deeper with each passing second. She leans in, her breath hot against your ear, and whispers, “And if you want to worship this perfect ass, you’re going to do it right. No more whining. No more backing out. You’re going to take it like a man.”

Her voice is muffled by the mask, but the glee in her eyes is unmistakable. "Now, are you ready to get into the chamber? Or do you need more time to think about it?" she teases, her fingers tapping impatiently on the edge of the box. You glance at the metal box, then back at Laura, the reality of what you’re about to do sinking in. The thought of being trapped inside, inhaling nothing but her noxious fumes, sends a shiver down your spine. Yet, there’s a part of you that’s strangely aroused by the idea, drawn to the thrill of submission and the power she wields over you.

Taking a deep breath, you nod slowly. "I’m ready," you say, your voice trembling but determined. Laura’s smile widens, and she gestures for you to step forward. "Good. Let’s see just how much you can handle." She leads you inside the metal box, her grip firm on your hand. The air inside is already thick with the poison stench of her previous farts, making each breath a struggle. She guides you to the center and steps back, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. The door clangs shut behind you with a finality that makes you jump. You’re locked in, trapped in this suffocating chamber, waiting in an ominous silence.

Then, you hear it—a long, airy hiss. It’s followed by Laura’s muffled laughter, distorted by the metal walls but unmistakably gleeful. “Holy shit baby! Oh my god I feel so sorry for you right now…” she says, her voice carrying a note of wicked amusement. “What... what do you mean?” you manage to stammer, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own labored breathing. “I just let out a reaaally hot one. It’s going to be a killer.” She giggles uncontrollably, audibly excited about the moment the smell will hit you. Then from outside of your soon to be sauna, you hear her in a sing songy voice;

“Siiiiiiilent buuuuut deeeaaaadlllyyyy~” <3

Before you can fully process what’s happening, the humid stink fills the chamber, and it becomes painfully obvious that she’s ripped a horrific silent but deadly fart. The air thickens with the toxic odor, and you grasp at your throat, choking and gagging on the stink. Your lungs burn as you struggle to breathe, each inhalation bringing in more of the noxious gas. Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision as the reality of your situation hits you, you’ve made a horrible mistake. You pound on the metal walls, desperate to escape, but the door remains firmly closed. The thought of being trapped in this suffocating chamber, inhaling nothing but her foul emissions, fills you terror.

Laura's laughter grows louder, a mocking symphony that pierces through the metal walls of the chamber. "Already begging to be let out?" she taunts, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. "I thought you were ready for this. Guess I overestimated your tolerance." You can barely form coherent thoughts as the sulfuric stench continues to assault your senses. Each breath feels like inhaling fire, scorching your lungs and leaving you gasping for relief. Your hands pound against the cold metal, but it’s no use—the door remains steadfastly closed.

"Please..." you manage to croak, your voice hoarse and barely audible. "Let me out... I can’t... I can’t take it anymore..."

Laura's laughter fills the chamber, echoing off the metal walls with chilling clarity. "Listen to you, already reduced to tears," she taunts, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "I knew my farts were potent, but I didn't realize they were that strong!" You try to protest, to plead for mercy, but your voice is trapped in your throat, choked by the noxious fumes. The stench has become unbearable, an infernal assault on your senses that seems to grow stronger with each passing second.

"Oh god, I feel another one coming, let's see if you can handle it!” Laura giggles, her tone laced with sadistic anticipation. "Hold your breath! Here it comes..." She positions herself again, and you can almost feel the tension in her body as she prepares to unleash another toxic cloud. The silence is deafening, broken only by the faint rustle of her leather jumpsuit and the ominous creak of the metal box.

And then it happens—a silent but deadly fart, unleashed with surgical precision into the tube. You feel the air inside the chamber thicken instantly, the sulfuric reek intensifying a thousandfold. It’s like being doused in liquid fire, every inhale searing your lungs, every exhale scorching your throat. Her laughter echoes through the metal chamber, a cruel symphony that pierces your eardrums even as the sulfuric stench overwhelms your senses. "Oh, you poor thing," she taunts, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Trapped in there with not one but two of my silent but deadly farts. My ass must really be trying to kill you!"

You can barely focus on her words, your mind clouded by the inhumane fumes that fill every inch of the confined space. Each breath is a struggle, each inhalation burning your lungs like liquid fire. The smell is unbearable, a noxious cloud that clings to your nostrils and throat, leaving you unable to breathe.

"I truly hope you survive this," Laura continues, her tone mocking yet tinged with a hint of genuine concern. "I don’t want to have to find a new fart slave. You’re too much fun to break." Outside, Laura’s evil giggling reverberates through the basement, she muses aloud, her voice a ghostly whisper that lulls you towards the brink of unconsciousness. "You must be drowning in the stink right now... suffocating, gasping for air... all because of me."

And as the darkness claims you, the last sound you hear is Laura’s demonic laughter, her pleasure crystal clear even through the stifling fog of your demise.

(OOC- Check out my page to learn more about me! Story and images are Fictional, All Characters are 18+)

Hello again everyone! I am excited to share this one with you because as you can tell from my selfie, I got things to escalate quite a bit further!

You should check out my first post if you missed it but, long story short, I got a recording of my little brother basically begging for my feet against his will and my Mom, after hearing him beg, is fully convinced that he has a foot fetish.

For even more context you should check out the texts I posted from before Mom and I got home from the gym. I blackmailed Sam into sending me a picture of him sucking on a pair of dirty panties. In exchange I agreed not to suggest making Sam lick our feet to our Mom as a consequence for losing at street fighter when we played that night.

Last time I made Sam my foot boy after beating him in Street Fighter. Since then our Mom has been having me teach her how to play because she wants to beat him at the game to make him pamper her feet as well.

On the ride home from the gym I told her that, as his mother, she could order him to do whatever she wanted and she surprised me by what she said next.

“I know I could just make him rub my feet whenever I want. But I want it to be a consequence for him not offering before now. I want to see the look on his face when he realizes he has to start serving my sweaty feet!”

Alright Mom go off! I love it when she says twisted stuff like that! 😂

We arrived home and feeling emboldened by what Mom said in the car I called out into the house for my brother.

“We’re home foot boy! Hope your little hands are ready for our sweaty feet!”

My mom laughed at my comment and said “That’s right sweetheart! Mommy worked up a big sweat for her foot loving loser son!”

We heard no response. Mom was itching to get started and told me to go find my brother and drag him to the living room.

“He's not allowed to chicken out and run from my feet!” She said

I found him in his room hiding under the covers.

I decided to mess with him a little bit and said “I wonder where my loser little brother is? I guess I should just take a seat here and maybe he’ll show up eventually”

I then took a seat on his stomach facing towards his head and started rubbing my feet against the part of the blanket where his face was underneath. 

He eventually pulled the blanket off of his face to get air and I quickly started rubbing my toes against his little lips.🦶👄🦶

I said “Oh there you are little foot boy!” And reminded him that it was time to go downstairs and play. I loved seeing the frightened look on his face when I mentioned how eager Mom was to make him pamper her sweaty feet.

He asked if I would keep my promise to not suggest foot licking as a consequence of playing streetfighter tonight.

I told him that I would keep my promise as long as he behaved and continued to let Mom think he has a foot fetish.

Of course I couldn't pass up the opportunity to fuck with him a little bit. As I got up off the bed I grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to look at my booty as I hovered it menacingly over his face.

“You better be careful loser. If you misbehave my feet won't be the only thing you'll be tasting” I said as I laughed and twerked in front of his terrified little face.🍑😭

He followed me downstairs (the whole time trying to avoid looking at my sweaty ass lol)

Mom was already there and as we walked in she was practicing playing as Mika’s partner, Yamato. Just like me Mom had become a big fan of Mika’s booty focused moveset but I refused to give up the exclusive right to play as my girl. 

Thankfully my friend Megan set me up with the latest version of the game with character creation! So I made a version of Mika’s tag team partner Yamato with a copy of Mika’s moveset. Megan apparently even got some dork at our school to mod it for her to add modes with more than three players. Glad I have a bestie who can hook me up!🫡

What was especially funny was how I had my mom practice. I had her play against the AI controlling my brother's character.

When I first got the game I made Sam create a character that looked just like him. Of course he always wanted to play as one of the big buff looking dudes but I lied and told him that small characters are stronger. Of course the real reason was just so that when I beat him with Mika I would get to see him squirm as I booty slammed a copy of his face over and over.

I was so hyped when we walked into the living room and I saw the look of disgust on Sam’s face. Mom had really improved and we watched as she landed two of the booty finishers back to back on the animated version of my brother's face.

“There you are sweetheart!” mom said when she finally noticed we had entered the room. “You know it's rude to keep your Mommy waiting. I’m ready to earn that foot massage!” she said as she held up her left foot and wiggled her toes in Sam’s direction.

I could tell my baby bro wanted to run away but I put my hand on his head and said “I’m sure our little foot boy has been looking forward to it, Haven't you Sammy?”

I gave his hair a little tug to signal that this was his cue to act like he was obsessed with feet.😜

After a little pause he said, “Yes Mommy… I am excited that I might get to rub your feet…”

Mom and I both laughed at him but then Mom got this puzzled look on her face.

“Well then wait a minute! If you are that into feet then simply rubbing them is hardly a punishment for losing!” Mom said

I asked her what she suggested instead. She said she still wanted the possibility of getting a foot massage so she said that should be Sam’s reward if he beats us.

Then as Mom started contemplating what should be the punishment if we win I was almost tempted to go back on my word and suggest foot licking. But to both me and Sam’s surprise I didn't have to…

MOM FUCKING SUGGESTED IT!!! 🦶👅🦶

Mom said, “Even if he’s a little foot lover I doubt he would enjoy the taste of foot sweat. Besides after the workout we had our feet could seriously use a cleaning”

I had to stop myself from both laughing and getting too turned on by the idea all at once.

Sam looked like he was about to cry!😭 It was awesome! He tried to beg our Mom to change her mind but she just picked up his controller with her foot and dropped it into his hands.

The first round was hilarious. Mom was really holding her own but Sam was trying really hard to win so he wouldn’t have to lick her feet. I decided to mess with him a little bit and make things more difficult.

I started saying things like “Wow bro you’re really giving it your all! You must be dying to rub Mom’s stinky feet?”

Mom and I giggled together as he seethed with embarrassment. Annoyingly despite all my taunting he still beat mom.

His happiness about that was obviously short-lived as she wiggled her smelly toes in his direction saying “Aren’t you forgetting something foot boy?”

He reluctantly got down on the floor by her feet and started massaging them. Almost immediately Mom started to moan, “Oh my gosh sweetie! You really are a natural foot servant!”

I giggled at that comment but I was also starting to get pretty jealous.😤 I told mom that she was only going to get 30 minutes total before I played a round against him.

Mom said “That’s hardly fair Amy!” as she possessively grabbed the top of Sam’s head with the foot he wasn’t massaging. “You got him for at least an hour last time!”

She chilled out when I explained that it’s fair because 1) now there are two of us and 2) “don’t you want to earn that foot licking?”

She smirked and agreed with me which made my baby bro visibly shiver with disgust. Mom then asked “Teach me some more while he rubs my feet so I can put his tongue to use next time around”. Geez Mom Phrasing! 😝🤭 Lol

I then had the great idea to use his face as a footstool while I played with mom. He tried to protest but I just waved my phone a little bit to remind him of the blackmail and menacingly asked, “Is there a problem foot boy?” which quickly made him back down in fear. Mom eventually finished off her time and passed him the controller again.

“Hope you're ready for the taste of de-feet loser!” I said as mom booed and giggled at my corny joke.😒

Unlike with Mom he had no chance of beating me and once again his character was taken down with Mika’s big buns. Seeing as I easily got away with it last time I shook my ass in his face after winning saying “Wow bro! I bet you are so used to getting a faceful of booty from your Big Sis by now huh?!” I even grabbed his hair and twerked my sweaty ass a few inches away from his nose. 🍑👃🏻

Mom laughed and then put on a fake pout saying, “Why do you always get to use him first!”

As I sat down next to her I told her that I won fair and square and that she will get a chance in another 30 minutes. I then turned my gaze to my terrified little brother.😈😱

I have to admit that I was so turned on at this moment. Not only was I about to make my baby bro lick my feet but our Mother would let me and even make sure he followed through. As hot as it was to do this with Mom’s support I wish I could have brought him to my room so I could also use my vibrator.

He looked at me with pleading eyes and I just put my foot against his lips and said “Well foot licker?” Even funnier was when he tried to look at Mom for help and she cheerfully said “You know the rules foot licker. Put that tongue to work!” (I love her so much! 💕)

His eyes welled with tears as he reluctantly opened his mouth and started lapping at my feet. It felt amazing. I especially loved the little whimpering sounds he made as the sweat and foot funk on my soles assaulted his tongue. I started moaning even more than when he rubbed my feet the last time and when I briefly glanced over at Mom she had this look on her face of interest and jealousy.

“Bro I think you are even more of a natural foot licker! This is a better massage and your getting my feet clean!”

Mom chimed in “Don’t wear your tongue out on your sister’s feet sweetie. I guarantee you’ll be licking my feet next!”

He started to moan with disgust but I quickly shoved my toes in his mouth to make him shut up. I said “Make sure to suck all that toe jam off Sammy!”

Mom and I continued to play practice matches as Sam slurped at my feet. Mom even propped her feet on his head like I did when he was massaging her. This is what I call mother-daughter bonding time.👩‍👧💖 Mom was getting the hang of some of the more difficult moves and was starting to even give me a run for my money. It didn’t help that my brother’s tongue on my feet was extremely distracting.

As my thirty minutes unfortunately ended Mom had just pulled off one of the more difficult moves for the first time and she jumped up and started dancing! She made me very happy (and Sam very nervous) as she shook her butt in Sam’s direction and said “It looks like you're going to have to get used to getting a faceful of booty from Mommy too sweetie!” 

Sam tried to focus but with Mom’s foot sweat on his hands and my foot sweat on his tongue he was playing worse than ever before. Mom was also absolutely annihilating him this time! She was talking smack too, saying “Get that little tongue ready foot boy!” She even proved herself as my protege and finished him off with the tag team booty smash. I was so proud 🥹

Mom jumped off the couch, and put her huge ass right in front of Sam’s defeated face. He tried to look down to avoid staring at her booty but thankfully I came in with the assist. 🫡 I was sitting on the couch behind him so I used my feet to grab his hair and force him to look up at her booty crack. Mom smirked down at him and loudly slapped her ass cheeks with both hands making them jiggle in his face and said “Time to put that tongue to work for Mommy!” This woman does not know her own power lol

She plopped down next to me on the couch and pressed her feet against his mouth. As soon as he stuck his tongue out even a little bit she shoved her toes past his lips. The moment his mouth made contact she let out a sigh of pleasure. I, of course, continued using the rest of his head as a footstool. 😈🦶😭

Mom even said, “Oh my god baby! I think we may have found your calling. This is only the second time you’ve done this and you’re already an expert foot licker!”

I decided to add to her idea with a little taunting. “Imagine it baby bro. You could open a foot cleaning service! I bet you’d get tons of women lined up to use your little tongue!”

Mom then commented “Well hold on. I don’t want to share him like that! If only there was a way for him to make money using his tongue just for us”

I had to stop myself from mentioning my reddit page at that moment and explaining monetization and everything because I did not want to push my luck. I could see her getting very pissed at me if she found out I was posting this kind of stuff behind her back.

The 30 Minute timer went off and Mom pulled her feet out of his mouth to examine them. “Wow not only did it feel incredible but our feet are totally clean now! He licked off all the dirt and sweat!”

I quipped back “Therapeutic and Hygienic. Little Sammy’s tongue can do it all!” 🦶👅🧼

Mom even mentioned the idea of making Sam lick the feet of other women in our family saying “I bet it would do wonders for Grandma’s bunions” (Good luck w/ that foot boy🤢)

I was ready to go to bed at this point but Mom insisted on one more round saying that she wanted to try the three-person mode. I pointed out that our punishment won’t really be as effective now that Sam has licked our feet so squeaky clean. She then, to Sam's horror, asked me if I could think of a different punishment!

I thought about what I had gotten away with already and weighed my options. I suggested that if Sam wins he gets to be done for the night… but if either of us win… he has to let us do a real life tag team booty slam on his face! 😜🍑😭🍑😘

Mom was clearly thinking hard about what I said and for a moment I worried that I had gone too far… but then she agreed!!!💕

She laughed and said “With how sweaty my ass is, being buried back there would certainly be a punishment”

Sam of course tried to beg not to play but I knew just how to turn it against him. “Oh so you’d rather skip the game and just get your face between our butt cheeks right now? I guess on top of being a foot boy he’s also a little booty boy too!”

With that he backed down and agreed to play. As Mom and I sat down on the couch behind him we propped our feet up on the back of his head while we played. Mom asked how we were going to decide who gets to be in front and who would be behind him. She gave me goosebumps when she asked, “Is his nose going up my booty crack or yours?” 🍑👃🏻❓

I suggested that we do it based on who can land flying peach first. Mom agreed and we started the round. It was hilarious watching Sam's character get hit in the face over and over again by Mika and Yamato's butts. Despite our attempts to hit him, Sam was annoyingly good at dodging the finisher. But he couldn't pull that off forever and to our surprise, Mom and I both landed flying peach at the same time finishing off his last bit of health. The game even played both versions of the animation with Sam's character getting a turn being face first in both of their asses.

Mom suggested to be fair that we do the same and that Sam would get smushed between our booties twice. I agreed and since my animation played first I grabbed Sam's hair and positioned my ass right in front of his nose to take my turn. 

He tried to beg us once again but Mom shut him down. “No buts mister! Except for ours!” 🍑😭🍑

With his fate sealed and his eyes glued to my sweaty crack I shouted, “Pucker up butt boy!” as Mom and I slammed our booties against either side of his face. Almost instantly I felt his Little nose pressing up against my butthole and it was driving me crazy!🫨 I wanted to grind on his face so bad that I had a twisted idea.

I pointed out to Mom that we hadn't yet done our victory dance like the previous times we beat him. She responded, “no time like the present!” and started shaking and slapping her ass against the back of Sam's head.

I put my hands on my knees and entered full twerk mode. The combination of our movements made my little bro's nose grind up against my butthole as I wiped my sweaty ass with his face.🍑💦👃🏻

After about a full 2 minutes of ass shaking Mom demanded her turn on his face. I reluctantly agreed and pulled away from his face. Mom grabbed Sam's head and spun him around to face her dump truck ass.

I suggested to mom that we should do this one more like the actual move from the game by starting farther away and really slamming our asses together. She chuckled and agreed.

We got in position and Mom called out to my brother saying “You better not turn your head to the side young man! It only counts if I feel your little nose between my butt cheeks!”

We started pulling the move and I made sure to throw my ass hard against the back of his head. I wanted Mom to experience the same pleasure I just had. If I got her hooked on the feeling of Sam's face in her ass crack maybe I could bring her over to the dark side lol😈😈

But then something epic happened. We slammed into each other so hard that I heard Mom's stomach grumble as she said “Uh Oh!”😳

And guess what happened… SHE FARTED ON HIS FACE!!!😂🍑💨😭

Mom was clearly not planning on that and started apologizing to my brother but I swooped in so the moment wouldn't go to waste. I obviously didn't want Mom to walk away from this thinking it was wrong to booty blast Sammy's nose.

I knew his face had been buried so deep in our asses that he would start sucking in air if I gave him even a little room so I backed up slightly. The moment he started sniffing the air I said, “I don't know Mom. It seems like he is trying to sniff up that fart for you! Besides, he needs to learn asses aren't just for staring at. Farts are a part of the package!”

I twerked a little bit harder, forcing his nose to rub against Mom's ass crack.👃🏻 She audibly moaned and I think the sensation made her cave to my way of thinking.

“I guess you're right Amy.” Mom said as she slowly resumed her own ass shaking against his face “As his Mother it’s my job to teach him how to respect women”

My theory is that she was just bullshitting as a way to keep grinding on Sam’s face without feeling guilty.🤭

Eventually after another 2 minutes passed we unwedged Sam’s head from between our butts and he collapsed onto the floor. Mom said she was going to go grab the laundry and then go to bed for the night.

Once she was out of sight I put my ass back in his face and ordered him to kiss it. He tried to protest but I just said “Unless you want me to tell mom that you loved the smell of her fart then I better feel you puckering those little lips all over my sweaty cheeks!”

I could see he was thinking about running so I started to say “Oh mom!” 😈

But I stopped because I suddenly felt him planting kisses all over my booty to try and keep me quiet. I had him keep making out with my butt until I heard Mom coming back around the corner. She looked majorly pissed and I smirked when I remembered the trap I had set earlier for my little brother.🩲👄

She was carrying two pairs of panties, one in each hand.

Mom dangled one of the pairs of panties in front of Sam’s face and angrily said “Care to explain yourself young man?”

What he didn’t know was that when I was texting him earlier and blackmailing him to send me a pic of him sucking on a pair of dirty panties I had convinced Mom that he had offered to wash our socks and panties for us! I obviously never told him that because I knew Mom would go ballistic if she saw the laundry wasn’t done.

Sam tried to explain as he realized what was happening and Mom cut him off and told him not to make excuses. The pair of panties she was holding in front of his face were the same pink ones I had made him suck on earlier.

I said, “Hold on Mom. Take a look at those panties! It looks like he did a pretty good job cleaning them considering how dirty they were before!”

Mom re-examined them and revealed the best part of my master plan, 😈“You’re right! The last time I wore these I was so gassy and there were brown stains all along the crack.” Mom patted Sam’s head and said, “I guess I’ll give credit where credit is due. Good job cleaning this pair of Mommy’s shitty panties sweetie!”

He turned to look at me with a look of fear in his eyes and squeaked out “But you said…”

I laughed at him and responded that I never said he would just be cleaning MY panties!

Sam’s face went white as he realized that the panties I made him suck clean (and now had photo evidence of) were actually one of Mom’s pairs. 🩲💩😭

Mom pulled him out of his daze by waving the other pair of panties in his face. “That doesn’t get you off the hook mister!”

Mom flipped the panties inside out to reveal that this pair also had a bunch of shart stains on it. She held it out right in front of his nose and said “Look how dirty these ones still are! I expect you to finish your chores and that means making sure you clean every pair of Mommy’s panties as well as you did for these pink ones!”

“Don’t forget about mine!” I chimed in. “You better believe my panties are so sweaty and dirty after a big workout!”

She told him that as punishment for leaving his job unfinished he would be responsible for cleaning all of our socks and panties for the next week.😂

Mom said “Now tell me young man. Do you promise to be a good panty cleaner for your Mother and Sister?”

He reluctantly said yes and Mom (proving why she is who I want to be when I grow up lol 🥹) responded “Yes what?! I want to hear the whole promise panty cleaner”

He said the whole thing back to her and hearing him say all that made me slip into a horny daydream imagining him on his knees in my bedroom as I foot fuck pairs of panties into his mouth.😘🦶🩲👄

I was pulled out of it when Mom laughed and said, “You know what? Speaking of our workout earlier today, I’m sure the panties I am currently wearing are filthy. Especially after that big wet fart you were sniffing earlier!”

She then bent over in front of his face and commanded, “Take them off for me panty cleaner!”😱

This is where the pic for this post comes in! I decided to push my luck one last time for the night and asked Mom if I could take a picture of this moment. I said “It can be a reminder for him about what happens when he's a bad boy.”😉

Mom agreed but told me not to post it anywhere (So much for that lol Sorry Mama!🤭).

She had Sam start by standing behind her as he slowly peeled off her sweaty purple panties. Eventually they got so low that he couldn’t reach to get them off her feet. Instead of just stepping out of them Mom almost made me cum on the spot when she said “What are you waiting for panty cleaner? Get on your knees!”🍑🧎🏼

I took a couple selfies throughout this process but this one is definitely my fave. This pose where she has him on his knees, sniffing her feet, and looking at how dirty her panties are is fucking iconic.🔥🔥🔥

He finally got them off and she tossed the other pairs into his lap. Mom asked me if I wanted him to help take off my panties since they were just as dirty as hers. As much as I wanted to, I told her that I would sleep in them tonight and give them to Sam tomorrow when they are extra ripe.🩲💩

Mom giggled at my comment before turning back to Sam with her bare booty in front of his face. “I’m going to bed now sweetheart. I expect our underwear to be clean by tomorrow night.”

She lifted her foot up into his face and said, “If you finish early I will give you the privilege of rubbing my feet for the rest of the day tomorrow. But..” she then suddenly used that same foot to make him look up at her naked butt and said “If you finish late you can expect a much longer lesson on how to respect women and their… natural scent!”💨😱💨

With that she left and closed her bedroom door. I was still feeling jealous that Mom got to fart on his face earlier so I wanted to end the night by one-upping her. I then told my brother that if he didn’t want me to give Mom any more ideas he had to do one more thing for me before bed. I said I just wanted a good night kiss.😘

This little idiot actually believed me because he got all embarrassed and said he hasn’t had his first real kiss yet. I played the role of the competent big sis and said, “Well then it’s important that I teach you! We can’t have you going around not knowing how to kiss properly.”😉

I told him that he had to close his eyes and that he had to use as much tongue as possible! When he closed his eyes I peeled off my panties and positioned my crack right in front of his puckered lips.

“Remember to keep your eyes closed until I say so and show me how passionate you can be with that mouth of yours!” I put one hand on the back of his head and quickly shoved his lips against my bare butthole and said “Open your eyes and start kissing butt boy!”🍑😝

He made a cute little yelp when I shoved his face in my crack. Knowing that I wouldn’t let him go until he did what I asked, Sam started obediently sucking and licking on my shitter as tears streamed down his face.😭

I spent the whole time taunting him and asking him how it feels to know that he will have to live with the fact that his first kiss was with his Big Sister’s dirty ass. I would have brought him to my room with me but I know I have a hard time controlling how loud I am when I cum and I don’t want to wake mom. Instead I was waiting until I had to fart and eventually it happened.

I mocked him by saying “Slurp that up booty boy! Mommy may have made you her fart sniffer for tonight but as of right now you're gonna be my fart eater for life!”💨🍴

After the fart ended I released my grip on his head so he fell out of my ass and onto his knees.

I pulled my panties back up and started heading to my room. Just before rounding the corner I stopped and said “Make sure to come by and pick these up tomorrow morning panty cleaner!” I laughed at him as he looked at me with disgust because I had hiked them up so they looked like a thong. “I’ll make sure they are nice and flavorful for you!”🩲💩💨

I left him there for the night, went into my room and started working on this story (with frequent vibrator breaks of course). 

Wow this one took me a long time to write! So much happened that it was hard to keep it all straight in my head. Horny brain is not conducive to productivity!

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed this post! Please consider upvoting this or even watching my page. If you liked seeing me and my Mom torment my little bro, consider checking out my other posts. The next one should not take nearly as long! I am working on it already and it’s mostly done. I had been racking my brain for what to do for the cover image on my page and the next story is about how my friends helped me snap the perfect pic. I hope to have it ready to post by the end of tomorrow!

Hope y’all check it out when it goes up!

Till next time!

BigBootySisAmy

The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the city as you and Laura coasted down the bike trail, the cool evening breeze whipping through your hair. The bike ride had been exhilarating, the kind that left you breathless for reasons that had nothing to do with physical exertion. Laura’s laughter echoed in your ears, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she teased you about how your legs would be jelly tomorrow. “Come on, let’s grab a beer,” she suggested, her voice dripping with playful challenge. “We deserve it after that ride.” Forty-five minutes later, you were both slumped against the bar, pint glasses in hand, giggling like schoolkids as the alcohol loosened your inhibitions. The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by bursts of raucous laughter. By the time you stumbled out of the pub, the night was well and truly alive, the streetlights casting long shadows that danced in rhythm with your unsteady steps.

“You’re such a lightweight,” Laura teased, her arm slung around your shoulders as she leaned into you for support. “Says the one who can’t even walk straight,” you shot back, grinning as you caught her mid-stumble. The walk back to her place felt like an eternity, but when you finally collapsed onto the bed, the world seemed to tilt in a surreal, dreamlike fashion. Laura nestled against you, her head resting on your chest, her breathing slow and steady. Within minutes, she was asleep, her body relaxed and content. You stared at the ceiling, the alcohol still buzzing through your veins as you willed yourself to stay awake just a little longer. But sleep tugged at the edges of your consciousness, pulling you under despite your best efforts.

And then it happened.

A low, rumbling noise emanated from Laura’s direction, followed by a soft, almost imperceptible pop. You barely registered it at first, too groggy to make sense of what you’d heard. But then, the smell hit you. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. A noxious cloud of sulfuric gas billowed up from Laura’s sleeping form, filling the room with an eggy stench that made your eyes water and your stomach churn. You choked, gagging as the foul odor wrapped itself around you like a suffocating blanket. “Laura!” you croaked, pushing yourself up on shaky arms as you tried to shake her awake. “Laura, wake up!” But she was out like a light, her body unresponsive to your frantic efforts. The smell intensified, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. You flailed around, making your way to her bedroom window and trying desperately to open it and escape the stench to no avail, your heart pounding in your chest as panic set in.

And then, another fart sounded, louder this time, more forceful. The room filled with another wave of toxic gas, the smell so overwhelming that you felt like you were being buried alive. You gasped for air, your lungs burning as you tried to escape the invisible prison that had enveloped you “Laura, please,” you pleaded, your voice hoarse and desperate. “Wake up, damn it!” But she remained blissfully unaware, her face serene as her heavenly ass continued to assault in the most horrific way possible. The farts came in quick succession now, each one more potent than the last, the smell nearly knocking you unconscious.

Hours passed, each minute feeling like an eternity as you struggled to survive the nightly siege. The farts never let up, relentless in their assault on your senses. You drifted in and out of consciousness, your mind foggy with exhaustion and the constant barrage of toxic fumes. Finally, the first faint rays of dawn began to filter through the curtains, signaling the end of what felt like the longest night of your life. You lay there, gasping for breath, your body aching from it all.

And then, Laura stirred.

“Morning,” she mumbled, stretching lazily as she blinked open her eyes. “How did you sleep?” You stared at her, mouth agape, too stunned to respond. The memory of the night’s events was already fading, replaced by a lingering sense of disbelief. Had it really happened? Or had you imagined the whole thing, twisted by the haze of alcohol and sleep deprivation? Laura propped herself up on one elbow, her brow furrowing as she studied your expression. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat. What could you possibly say? That she had nearly asphyxiated you with her sleeping farts? That you had spent the entire night fighting for air, praying for salvation that never came? You swallowed hard, the memories of the night flooding back with terrifying clarity. And then, as if on cue, another low rumble emanated from Laura’s direction, the precursor to yet another devastating blast.

Laura’s eyes widened in realization, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. “Oh,” she said, her voice light with amusement. “Did I… did I keep you up all night?” You nodded slowly, Laura burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room as she remembered your confession from yesterday. “So,” she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she propped herself up on one elbow. “What kept you up more? The sound of my farts? Or the smell?”. But before you could respond, Laura leaned over and took a deep breath, only to cough violently as the lingering stench of her latest emission hit her nose.

“Okay, I think I know the answer to that,” she said, her voice muffled by another round of coughing. She waved a hand in front of her face, trying to dispel the odor. “That was probably the smell.” You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound ragged and exhausted but genuine. “Yeah,” you agreed, your voice still hoarse from the ordeal.

“Definitely the smell.”

Laura's laughter subsided, but her eyes still sparkled with mischief. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, "So, tell me... how bad did it really smell? And don't hold back." You hesitated, even though she’s asking for your description you can help but worry you might upset her if you say the wrong thing. The stench had been overwhelming, a toxic cloud that had left you gasping for air. But there was something else too—an unexpected thrill that had mingled with your panic. You felt your face flush as you tried to find the words. "It was... indescribable," you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Like nothing I've ever smelled before. It was so eggy it made my eyes water and my stomach churn. I thought I was going to pass out."

Laura's grin widened, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your chest. "And yet... here you are. Still breathing. Still with me." She paused, her tone shifting to one of playful curiosity. "Did it turn you on? Being suffocated by my stink all night?" "Maybe," you said slowly, choosing your words carefully. "There was a part of me that found it... intense." Laura's smile was both mischievous and reassuring as she shifted slightly, pulling the blankets closer around her. The sound of her stomach growling echoed softly in the quiet room. "Just ‘maybe’ huh? I seem to remember you saying it was one of the hottest things ever when we talked about it yesterday" she began, her voice teasing but warm, "Speaking of yesterday, did you really mean what you said yesterday about Dutch ovens being one of the hottest ways to be farted on?"

You felt your face flush again, the memory of your earlier confession coming back with full force. The idea had seemed absurd at the time, a joke born out of drunken bravado. But now, faced with Laura's playful inquiry, you couldn't help but consider the truth behind your words. "I... I mean yeah," you replied hesitantly, trying to gauge her reaction. "The idea of it does sound really hot…” Laura's eyes locked onto yours, a playful glint dancing in their depths. Without warning, she shifted slightly beneath the blankets, her body tensing for just a moment before a loud, long, bubbly fart erupted from her. The sound was unmistakable, resonating through the room with a force that made the bed shake. She held your gaze the entire time, her expression a mix of mischief and seduction. As the last few sickening bubbles of the fart faded, Laura pulled the blankets tighter around her, ensuring that the noxious cloud remained trapped beneath them. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear.

"Well, if you're serious about wanting to be Dutch ovened," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, "you've come to the right place." The smell began to seep out from under the blankets, your lungs practically screaming at the thought of enduring her inhuman stench again. Laura's fingers curled around the edge of the blanket, her eyes never leaving yours as she slowly lifted one end. The heat from her latest emission wafted up, a palpable warmth that mingled with the unmistakable stench. You couldn’t help but imagine how humid and swampy that single fart must’ve made her ass just now. Despite recently leaning how truly dangerous her farts are, you find yourself fantasizing about diving face first into her crack and savoring every horrific second of it.

Laura took a tentative sniff of the deadly gas accumulating under the blanket and immediately gagged, her eyes watering. "Oh my God," she choked out, her voice tinged with disbelief. "I can't believe how awful that is. I mean, seriously, it's like... toxic." She paused, her expression shifting from disgust to amusement as she started laughing. The sound was infectious, and soon you found yourself chuckling along with her, despite the lingering stench. "You know," she said between giggles, "I almost feel bad about how I'm going to force your face down there." It took a minute for you to process what she had just said to you, but before you could respond, she cut another long, bubbly, eggy fart under the covers, the sound resonating through the room with a force that made the bed shake once more. The smell intensified, a potent reminder of the night's earlier ordeal, but this time, there was an undeniable thrill in the air. "Alright," Laura demanded, her voice playful yet commanding.

"Get under there and huff it."

Laura's hand reached out, pulling you closer. Her eyes locked onto yours, a wicked glint dancing in their depths as she lifted the blanket just enough to allow you entry. The heat from her latest emission wafted up, a palpable warmth that mingled with the unmistakable stench. With a deep breath, you lowered your face into the suffocating embrace of the Dutch oven, the putrid fumes filling your lungs and making your eyes water. The stench under the blankets was overwhelming, a toxic blend of body heat and trapped gas that made your head spin. You tried to lift your head out, gasping for fresh air, but Laura's hand shot out, grabbing the back of your head and pressing your face firmly into her ass. Her laughter echoed in your ears, a mix of amusement and dominance.

"You asked for this," she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she held you there. "Now enjoy it."

She shifted slightly, her muscles tensing before another deadly, bubbly fart erupted right in your face. The force of it pushed against your nose and mouth, the fumes filling your lungs and making your eyes water uncontrollably. You struggled to breathe, your vision blurring as the smell grew more intense with each passing second. Laura's grip on your head tightened, preventing any escape. She continued to laugh, the sound mingling with the rhythmic bursts of her farts. Each one was more potent than the last, the smell so overwhelming that you felt like you were being buried alive. Your mind started to fog, the edges of consciousness slipping away as the toxic fumes took their toll.

"That's it," she whispered, her breath warm against your ear. "Take it all in. Eat my farts baby!"

Another wave of gas hit you, stronger and more suffocating than before. You could feel your strength waning, your body growing weaker as the relentless assault on your senses continued. The world around you began to fade, the sounds of Laura's laughter and the constant barrage of farts becoming distant echoes. Finally, with one last, earth-shaking fart, you felt yourself slipping into darkness. The smell, the heat, the pressure—it all became too much. Your body went limp, your mind surrendering to the overwhelming experience. As you passed out, the last thing you heard was Laura’s voice

“Sweet dreams, my little stink freak”

Hi here are some of the fart fetish stories I wrote and added to my Deviantart page.

https://www.deviantart.com/fartmaker05

You pedal furiously, trying to keep up with Laura as she weaves through the forest trail. Her long wavy brown hair bobs rhythmically with each push of her legs, and you can't help but be mesmerized by the way her black bike shorts hug her wobbly ass cheeks. The sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the path ahead, but your focus is entirely on her. Every so often, a sharp, eggy stench fills the air, making your eyes water and your stomach churn. Each time it happens, Laura glances back at you, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief, and you swear she’s grinning slyly. You try to ignore it, convincing yourself it’s just the natural scent of the forest, but the intensity of the smell tells a different story.

A few feet behind her now still, you swear you can hear a sick bubbling sound from Laura’s ass. Seconds later, you’re hit with that same potent rotten egg stink. Laura looks back at you again, mouthing the words “can you smell that?” And then waves her hand in front of her face, laughing. Your mind is racing; there’s no way she just farted in front of you right? It would be too good to be true.

You try to focus on the trail, but your thoughts are consumed by the absurdity and the unexpected turn of events. The smell lingers, making it impossible to ignore. You glance at Laura, who seems completely unfazed, pedaling effortlessly as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened. Her laughter echoes through the woods, a mix of amusement and challenge. Laura signals for you to pull off the trail. You both coast to a stop and dismount, grabbing your water bottles. She takes a long swig, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand."Man, I keep getting this awful smell on the trail," she says, wrinkling her nose. "Do you smell it too?"You nod, trying to mask your discomfort. "Yeah, it's... pretty intense."She bursts out laughing, doubling over slightly. "It smells like farts, doesn't it? Like, really bad farts."You manage a weak smile, still processing her bluntness. "Yeah, it does."Laura straightens up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, guess what? That smell? It's all me." She leans against her bike, crossing her arms over her chest. "That coffee we got this morning? It’s turned my ass into a fog machine." You chuckle nervously, trying to hide your arousal. "Jesus, Laura, if you ripped one of those in an enclosed space, it could probably kill someone."

She cracks up at the idea, her laughter filling the woods. "Oh my god, you have no idea! I once cleared out my entire bedroom with just one single fart early in the morning. You would’ve thought there was a gas leak!" You laugh along, but your mind is racing. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Thanks for being such a good friend and putting up with my toxic wind. But tell me, why are you really subjecting yourself to it?"

Her words hang heavy in the air, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. The realization that she’s been farting this whole time, and her bragging about it, is too much. Your cock twitches involuntarily, making your fetish painfully obvious.

Laura straightens up, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. She notices your discomfort, her gaze flicking down to the noticeable tent in your shorts. Her smile widens into a mischievous grin. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she teases, her voice dripping with playful insinuation. You open your mouth to respond, but no words come out. Instead, you shift uncomfortably, trying to hide your arousal.

She takes a step closer, her hips swaying seductively. "You know," she says, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper, "I’ve been wondering why you were so eager to stay downwind of me all day." Her eyes narrowing playfully as she takes in your reaction.

Your heart races as she narrows her eyes, clearly piecing together more than just you would like. You stammer, unsure of what to say. "I... uh..." Laura chuckles, her gaze never leaving yours. "Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone your little secret."

You’re frozen in embarrassment, without a clue as to what to say you stand there in silence for a beat. Laura glances back at you, her eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "So," she says, her voice softening but still playful, "you’re not going to tell me why it turns you on? Is it the smell? The sound? Or something else?"

You feel your face heat up, but there’s an undeniable thrill in admitting your secret to her. "It’s the smell," you finally confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "The smell is what gets me the most."

She bursts into laughter, but it’s not a cruel laugh. It’s warm, genuine, and somehow comforting. "Oh my god," she gasps between laughs, "that’s so cute! I never thought I’d find someone who actually likes that about me." "So," she begins, her voice playful yet probing, "would you like it if I farted in your face?" You feel your face heat up, but there’s an undeniable thrill in her directness. "I... uh... yeah, I think I would," you stammer, trying to hide your arousal.

She chuckles, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "What if I sat in your lap and cut a really nasty one? Would that be hot too?"

Your heart races at the thought, the image of her sitting on you, her ass pressing against your crotch, sending a shiver down your spine. "Yeah," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "That would be pretty intense."

Her grin widens, and she takes a step closer, her hips swaying seductively. "Or better yet," she continues, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "what if I Dutch ovened you after eating a bunch of chili or something? Would you still find that hot?"

The idea of being trapped under her, breathing in the potent mix of her body heat and the smell of her farts, sends a jolt of excitement through you. "Yes," you say, more confidently this time. "I think I would."

She sets her water bottle down on the trail, walking over to you, closing the distance a little. Her eyes soften as she looks at you, no longer teasing but genuinely intrigued. "You know," she says, her voice gentle, "I always hated how my farts would clear out the room. But if you think it’s cute... maybe it’s not so bad after all." You can’t help but smile, feeling a strange sense of relief and connection. "Yeah," you say, your voice steadier now, "it’s kind of... endearing, in a weird way."

Laura chuckles, shaking her head. "Well, I promise I won’t spill your secret," she says, her tone serious yet light-hearted. "But only if you promise not to run away when I gas out the bed in the mornings."

You laugh, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "Deal," you say, extending your hand for a handshake.

She takes your hand, giving it a firm shake. "Good," she says, “Hey since we're being honest here, is this why you’re more of an ass guy than a tits guy?" You feel your face flush as you sheepishly nod. She bursts into warm laughter, the sound echoing through the trees. "That’s hilarious," she says between giggles. "Who would’ve thought something so gross could actually be a turn-on?"

You manage a small smile, feeling both embarrassed and oddly relieved. "Yeah, I guess it’s kind of weird," you admit. Laura shakes her head, still chuckling. "No, it’s not weird at all. It’s just... different. And honestly, it makes me feel a little less self-conscious about my... abilities. Speaking of which…”

Laura’s eyes gleam with a mischievous spark as she walks back over her bike with new idea swirling around in her mind. She saunters back over to you, her hips swaying seductively. "Stay put," she commands, her tone playful yet firm. "I want to show you something." You watch, intrigued and slightly bewildered, as she nonchalantly walks back to her bike.

With an exaggerated motion, she sticks her ass out, slowly lowering herself onto the bike seat. Her eyes lock onto yours, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She sits in silence for a moment, savoring the anticipation. You open your mouth to ask what she’s doing, but she shushes you with a finger to her lips, giggling softly. "Are you serious about the smell being the hottest thing?" she asks, her voice dripping with curiosity. You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Yeah, it really is."

Her grin widens as she leans forward, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Well, that’s good... cause I just nuked my bike seat with a near ten-second long silent but deadly fart." She catches a whiff of the lingering stench and fans her nose wildly, her laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. "God, that smells awful!"

As the breeze shifts, the full force of the stench hits you like a wave. It’s sharp, almost acidic, with a pungent edge that makes your eyes water and your nose sting. The smell is so intense that it feels like it’s seeping into your skin, permeating every breath you take. It’s not just a simple rotten egg smell; there’s a complexity to it, a blend of sulfur and something earthy, almost musky, that lingers long after the initial blast. You can feel your stomach churning, but there’s an undeniable thrill in the air.

The smell is overpowering, yet it’s strangely intoxicating. You imagine what it would be like to have your face where her ass had been. The thought of breathing in that scent straight from the source, feeling the warmth of her body against your skin, sends a shiver down your spine.

She looks at you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, tell me," she teases, "how badly do you wish your face was my bike seat right now?"

Your breath hitches, could she read your mind or are you just that simple of a man? Your cock twitches again, painfully obvious beneath your shorts. Laura’s laughter echoes through the woods, a sound both intoxicating and maddening.

"Oh, I see," she says, her voice soft yet teasing. "This is going to be fun." Before you can respond, she pedals off, laughing all the way. "I don’t wanna stick around to smell that," she calls over her shoulder. "Catch up if you can!"

You can only stand there, stunned, as she pedals off, laughing joyfully. The sound of her laughter trails behind her, mingling with the sounds of nature, as she disappears around a bend in the trail.

-Day 3, hard ride home- I settled in as the bus departed and decided to lay back for a while since I didn’t get a lot of rest at camp. My bag served as a pillow which was propped against the side of the bus and I was able to stretch out in the empty seat. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and opened it on my chest to watch a movie but within just a few minutes I dozed off as my wandering mind revisited a few of the better memories made during this trip. Flashes of perfect ass and the newly found fart fetish flitted in and out as my thoughts randomly resurfaced. I began to imagine what would happen if I continued to help Jenny instead of Jake and where things would go. In just a few days I virtually became a sex toy for Kayla and Skye without actually fucking either of them. How that could change… I seductively thought to myself, and an exciting feeling seemed to tingle through my body. Only twenty minutes into our journey, Jenny stood up and announced loudly to the bus that we were stopping at Taco Bell for lunch. Only partly awake from my short nap the thought of food was wonderful. Before I could finish rubbing my tired eyes with a yawn, the bus grew noisier with chatter and I heard a quick shuffling of feet. Something brushed lightly against my arm and side. My eyes popped open to see Skye’s and Kayla’s perfect asses squeezing into my seat before they both plopped down onto my chest and lap. Caught completely off-guard, I had most of the air squeezed from my lungs as Skye’s weight crushed my chest. What was more, I realized that she was also sitting directly onto my laptop which dug painfully into my ribs. “Skye! You’re crushing my laptop!” I frantically mouthed trying carefully to pull it out from beneath her. But to no avail as the screen was pinned between Skye and Kayla’s thighs. “You really shouldn’t leave things laying around Kevy, they might get broken,” she giggled as she shifted over and sat onto my face instead. The back of my head sank into my duffel bag as her smothering butt engulfed my face. I reached for my laptop trying to pull it to safety but it was pulled from my grasp. “Wow, it survived,” said Kayla. “You calling me fat,” Skye retorted jokingly, “No, these nice laptops are made to be super tough I guess,” now giggling. “Why else would they make them in the shape of a bleacher chair?” They both giggled as I began to redouble my struggle to free myself but Skye’s smothering ass had my head pinned and Kayla was just too heavy. Finally, I managed to turn my head to the side to breath. The scent of Skye’s well-worn volleyball shorts clung to my face as my lungs refilled and I began to catch my breath. Sky abruptly shifted her hips and I felt my neck crack loudly from the pressure of her full weight bearing down on my twisted neck. “Wow, was that your neck?” She said, sounding merely shocked. “Yes… it cracked… like all the way,” I groaned, “Now please… my laptop” I begged, still trying to reach up for it. “You want us to crack that too?” Kayla inquired as I felt her weight leave my lap. “Stop, stop!” I hissed urgently as I felt my laptop be set lightly on my lap. Kayla sat down lightly and giggled, “there’s no way this can hold me”. “It held me… for a few seconds,” Skye giggled deviously, and I felt the weight slowly increase on my lap and vulnerable laptop. “Oh my god, I think its bending,” Kayla murmured excitedly and I stopped struggling as I now feared that the poor laptop would snap from the movement. Both girls laughed menacingly. As I stopped struggling, I could indeed feel the keyboard flex slightly as the bus bounced up and down from the uneven road. I could not reach it and was powerless to lift Skye or Kayla without destroying the laptop. Despite the devastating concern of my laptop being crushed under Kayla’s thick ass, this whole scenario was dominating as ever. I couldn’t get over the feeling and scent of Skye’s perfect ass smothering my face while I was being tortured and teased, my cock began to expand uncomfortably beneath the hard surface of the computer. With a subtle pop and a crackle from the laptop, Kayla gasped. “Is the screen still working?” Kayla whispered frantically to Skye as she leaned forward slightly with another ominous crackle. “Ummmm… yep,” Skye giggled after a long pause. “I don’t think you are…” PRRRRAAPTPT! The laptop vibrated and crackled against my hardening cock as Kayla let loose a short popping fart which reverberated loudly off of the struggling keyboard. “It’s still working? I thought that would have killed it for sure” she giggled. “I told you, they’re tough…,” Skye laughed. “Damn! That’s terrible,” Kayla exclaimed as the smell hit both of us. It was worse than the one she let loose at the breakfast line. My cock was growing painfully hard against the laptop which was getting unusually warm. “Please, it’s going to crack and” Before I could finish my plea, Skye stood up and called out loudly over the noise, “how much longer until we get to Taco Bell?” My ears were ringing faintly as blood flow returned to my freshly squashed head. I heard Jenny reply from the front of the bus, “a few minutes, I think.” My heart began to race as my mind totally vacated the concern of Jenny and the rest of the girls were in the front of the bus completely oblivious and unsuspecting of what was happening several seats behind them. “Please Kayla,” I begged, now being able to look up. She just sat there with a wicked grin on her face. She turned to look at Skye, patted her lap and said, “I think it can hold both of us, don’t you,” she sneered with a naughty laugh. “No, NO! not both of you. I think it already cracked…” I pleaded hopelessly, but their minds were already made up. Would my poor laptop be strong enough to support both of their perfect round asses? My adrenaline was rushing from the tease but was being culminated by anxiety that my new laptop was going to be destroyed. Skye peered over Kayla one last time and said, “it looks… fine, I think…” and turned around with a naughty grin on her face. Looking over her shoulder Skye said with a giggle, “be strong little bleacher chair.” Kayla slapped her ass playfully allowing Skye’s thick firm cheeks to wobble. Her perfect bubble butt was too much for her volleyball shorts and appeared to expand as she slowly began to sit onto Kayla’s lap. I watched in lustful horror as the pressure slowly increased. The laptop crackled slightly and began making a buzzing sound which grew louder and louder. A muffled error chime began sounding over and over. The dominating sight of them crushing my brand-new laptop on my lap grew more enticing than it was distressing. Another louder crack, “No, it’s brea…” I began. “Shhhhh!” Skye hissed. And continued to add more weight. I felt another ominous crackle and a series of pops as both girls giggled. The buzzing was getting noticeably louder and the laptop was getting really hot on my lap. The bus slowed for a turn, mounted the curb and dropped! Skye allowed all of her weight to carelessly drop on Kayla’s lap as the bus fell. I felt the laptop sag with a sharp pop and a fatal sounding crunch and the buzzing ground to a screeching stop. They both gasped and giggled simultaneously as the bus stopped and the laptop went silent. BBBRRRAAAPPPTPTPTPTTTT. The laptop vibrated violently back to life but noticeably from Kayla’s deadly ass. Both girls laughed. “Now I think you killed it,” Skye giggled and stood up. Instead of moving over she just sat right back down on my face, her full weight crushing my head into the seat. I felt Kayla stand as well and the laptop crackled as it was freed from its crushing burden. “Um… I think it’s…” she let out a nervous giggle as she randomly ran her fingers over the keys. A few of the keys let loose and tinkled onto the bus floor. The sound of the keys hitting the floor made my stomach drop. I wriggled side to side trying to lift Skye’s round ass off of my flattened face but before I could, Kayla butt-dropped carelessly onto my chest expelling the little remaining air in my lungs. My laptop and I were completely defeated by overwhelming ass. Jennys voice, barely audible over all of the chatter from the front of the bus said, “we’re here, let’s take twenty minutes to get food and be back on the road by … two thirty.” The bus doors clattered open, and a rumble of feet cascaded down the steps and out the door of the bus. A few moments later, Kayla stood up and I felt my laptop drop onto my chest. It was still very warm. With a tinkle of plastic on plastic, “here is… ‘W’, ‘4’, and… ‘backspace’ and I don’t know where ‘G’ went,” Kayla said with a snicker. “Wait, said Skye,” leaning forward toward Kayla and briefly freeing my flattened nose, “found it, “you got a “G” stuck to your big booty,” she giggled, peeling it off of her ass and dropped it onto the keyboard with another tinkle. Before getting up, Skye leaned back burying my whole face again in lustful perfection supplied by her silky volley ball shorts and POPPP, a powerful burst of gas popped brutally from between her sexy smothering cheeks and blasted straight up my nose. She stood up a few moments later and my streaming eyes regained focus on her perfect round ass. The tiny volleyball shorts were completely overwhelmed by her thick cheeks which were pouring out the bottom as she stretched upward to the ceiling of the bus. My cock was still throbbing but I was completely dazed and my nose was burning. She smiled deviously before side stepping into the isle behind Kayla. “Enjoy your appetizer,” she giggled and followed Kayla off of the bus. My face still fuming, I looked down and saw my ravaged laptop. Several keys were dislodged and scattered onto the keyboard. The whole bottom half was slightly bowed and a big crack ran down the middle and split off randomly toward the top of the frame. The screen was still on but was blue with a bunch of letters, symbols and numbers on it. My heart sank knowing it had to be ruined so I powered it off. Looking out of the window of the bus I saw the girls walking into Taco Bell, Skye and Kayla bringing up the rear. Both of them were laughing together as they stepped in. With desperate hope I pressed the power button on my laptop and it noisily hummed to life vibrating and buzzing much louder than normal. After a quiet click and a beep, a prompt appeared which asked, [an error occurred during the last runtime environment, press ‘OK’ to restore and restart]. Laughing inwardly, I thought to myself, “yes, the last runtime environment was a little intense”. I pressed ‘OK’ and the computer booted and began to start up. I couldn’t believe it! How the hell could it survive all that ass? My spirits lifted is I snapped the missing keys back into place, I decided to follow the girls and get some food too, as we still had quite a long way to go. Skye and Kayla were at the back of the line along with Sydney. As I approached Sydney Smirked and said, “well, there you are… technical difficulties???” she inquired, still with a smirk on her face. “Um, a little… you see, Kayla and Skye can be a little rough on electronics… but, I fixed it,” I replied lamely. Both Kayla and Skye looked at each other with surprised looks on their faces. The line shortened quickly and we were able to order with plenty of time to spare, I brought my food back to the bus and quickly decided last minute to get a refill before we left. Again, I had to wait a while in line which allowed my mind to wonder… This Taco Bell stop just might make the latter part of the ride back downright toxic. I knew for sure that I was destine for torture when the time came. When I reentered the bus, I found nearly everyone toward the front of the bus finishing their lunch. Skye, Kayla and Sydney were in the back of the bus again. As I approached Sydney stepped into the isle blocking me from going any further. She was taller than Skye and Kayla and was very athletic. She turned her back to me grinning over her shoulder shrouded in a curtain of strawberry blond hair. “Come on, let me back to my seat” I urged, trying to wedge between her and the adjacent seat. “Nope” she said and quickly pinned me to the seat with her powerful hips. Her legs seemed endless which placed her ass level with my stomach, she was easily a head taller and the tallest girl on the team. Skye grinned and Kayla just laughed before ducking out of sight behind the seat. After a brief struggle, Sydney finally let me pass and I made it to my seat, luckily my food was still there but, my laptop… it was gone! I quickly turned to face Skye and Kayla wearing an irritated look. “Okay, where did you put my laptop?” I asked in an annoyed tone. “What laptop? Kayla asked with a giggle and took a bite of her burrito. Skye also shrugged with a mouth full of food. I leaned over the seat to see if it was being sat on again, but no luck. Nevertheless, if either of them was sitting on it, their thick thighs and curvy behinds would have completely obscured it from view. Unmotivated to peruse the search for my laptop with the smell of fresh food filling my nose, I sat back down in my seat to enjoy my meal. With my stomach now very full, my body instantly grew tired. I tried to get some rest laying down in the seat as I was before when we first departed camp. My mind began to wander and dangerously began to ponder what the Taco Bell was going to do to the girls and how I was going to suffer. Finally, I drifted off just knowing I was destine to be tortured horrifically. A few hours later I was roused by the sound of laughter r and loud music being played towards the front of the bus. The bus was mostly dark now and I assumed it must be near dusk. I slowly sat up rubbing my eyes with a yawn. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that Sydney was sitting across from Skye and Kayla who were in the seat behind me. Sydney’s face was illuminated by a blue glow which initially caught my attention. Propping myself up a little higher I was able to see over the seat in front of me and discovered it was my laptop! “Hey! That’s my laptop,” I hissed loudly getting to my feet. As I stepped into the isle to confront her, she turned to me tilting the screen down a bit as a naughty grin appeared on her face which was still illuminated by the glow of the screen. I noticed the laptop was humming loud as ever as I reached in to retrieve it but I was abruptly thrusted backward by her powerful legs. I toppled backward onto Kayla’s lap causing Kayla and Skye to squeal and grab onto me as I struggled to get back up. “That’s mine! Give It back,” I pleaded. Sydney looked at Skye and said, “I can’t get into it,” and looking at me she demanded “give us the password.” As I shook my head no, Kayla said “Well, if you don’t, we will continue to use it as our bleacher seat.” I stopped struggling at once and Sydney giggled looking down at the laptop. “That’s why it looks like this,” she giggled. Placing it gently on the seat. “No! I exclaimed as her shapely ass hovered over the laptop and the girls redoubled their grip on my struggling body. The laptop began to sink into the seat as she slowly sat onto the laptop which now began to hum and vibrate on the seat. Sydney giggled playfully now shifting her legs and said, “Oh my god, it is vibrating… like really hard,” and gasped. The screen brightly illuminated her back and silhouetted her curvy butt in the semi-darkness as she spread her legs slightly. “I have an idea,” Skye whispered hungrily to Kayla as she stood up. Kayla held me tight with my arms pinned to my sides, pulling me more into the seat as Skye roughly moved around us. As she slipped past, I heard her stomach rumble and BRRAAPPTPT… PRRAPTP... BRAAPTP! Three loud farts erupted from her ass as she stepped in front of me. “Oh, hell no!” Sydney exclaimed, abruptly standing up with a crackle and tinkling of keyboard keys which obviously snapped loose again. “Skye that’s sooo nasty. Kevin you’re fucked now,” and she darted past us in the isle toward the front of the bus looking disgusted. The laptop remained haplessly on the seat with the loose keys rattling miserably on top of the vibrating keyboard. The meaty smell of Skye’s fart was thick and powerful. My body shuttered from uncontrolled longing and grew weak as I felt an uncontrolled urge to bury my face between her perfect cheeks for more. The desire to consume her rotten farts was becoming an obsession. Skye leaned forward and picked up the laptop allowing the loose keys to fall to the floor and closed it with a snap. No longer struggling, Kayla managed to pull me farther onto the seat with my shoulders resting on her lap. With another devious giggle, Skye shuffled back into our seat and set the laptop down onto my lap. She briefly reached over the back of the seat and retrieved something from her bag. Concealing what she had, she turned on the spot and her thick butt came down heavily onto the laptop which I felt buckle and crackle though still buzzing away. Skye’s weight and buzzing sensation from the laptop were further stimulating my arousal which was quickly escalating out of control. My concern for the laptop began to fade again. Kayla covered my eyes with her hand and both girls giggled deviously before she whispered excitedly, “I’ve been looking for that!” As Kayla’s soft hand pulled away from my face, Skye slid off of the laptop onto my legs and stuck the suction cup dildo onto the top of the laptop with a pop like a nerf dart on glass. Very slowly, Skye slid her volleyball booty shorts down and positioned herself over the tip of the dildo which was vibrating wildly with the laptop. I was frozen in awe only able to see her erotic profile in the semidarkness. I felt the laptop press down slightly as she slowly lowered herself onto the tip of the dildo with a gasp of ecstasy. “Fuck! This feels so good,” she moaned quietly, a quiver in her voice. After a few moments I began to feel her gently rise and fall as she began pleasuring herself at the expense of my struggling laptop. My cock pulsed and grew as her pace increased along with her breathing. The laptop crackled and splintered as its internal parts were repeatedly crushed as she rode the dildo up and down crashing harder every time. Finally, she slammed down with all her weight completely consuming the dildo and the laptop crackled loudly and hummed powerfully. Her legs began to shake as she tipped sideways into Kayla who caught her and began caressing her body. My cock throbbed violently beneath the laptop. The bus began driving past streetlights and every few seconds I was able to capture a sensual snapshot of pure pleasure illuminated by the soft amber radiance from outside. First the erotic look on Skye’s face as Kayla caressed her breasts, moments later they reappeared in an erotic make out session, which reappeared every few seconds and grew more intense. Eventually, they broke apart, Skye’s legs were still trembling. They looked over at my stunned face and a devious smile appeared on both of their faces before falling into shadow again. Tremors of lustful desire coursed through my body and my balls ached for release. As the last street light passed and faded into darkness, Kayla shifted herself out from beneath my shoulders and sat onto my face. I could smell the scent of ass that lingered in the silky fabric of her booty shorts as I struggled for air. I felt the weight leave the laptop with a light crackle and slide up onto my vacated chest. Then I felt warm hands slide carefully between the waistband of my shorts as they were slid down. My hard pulsing dick sprung up wildly, no longer restrained by my shorts. Anticipating what was going to happen next my legs and body began to tremble irrepressibly. My cock was slowly consumed by Skye’s tight warm pussy as she lowered herself down with a soft moaning sigh. She began riding up and down just as she did on the dildo as I slowly ran out of air. Knowing I was now quickly nearing orgasm, I pushed my hips upward to hinder Skye’s riding pace which was beginning to quicken. She let her body fall heavily and my cock was fully consumed as we collapsed onto the seat. I clinched my fingers and toes fighting the urge not to cum inside her, and was beginning to see stars pop in my obscured eyes when BBBBBBBRRAAAAAAPPPPPPTPTPTPTTT! PPPRRRAAABBPPPPPT! My face and nose were violently rattled by two huge farts from Kayla’s thick ass as Taco Bell returned with vengeance! Starving for air and desperate to consume her gas, I inhaled deeply and was assaulted by the most powerful smell of my life. I was completely shellshocked and dazed from the overwhelming burn to my nostrils as I recovered air. Kayla giggled fiercely and stood up. Though I couldn’t see from the darkness, I could hear over the noise of the bus and humming laptop, the discrete sound of tight fabric over skin as she pulled her shorts down. A brief flicker of light from a passing car illuminated her round bare cheeks as she stepped closer to Skye who slowly raised herself up and allowed my pulsing cock to slide out. As another car passed, a silhouette of two perfect round asses flashed before me in the seat. Skye lowered herself first but as her wet pussy pressed against my cock, her hand guided it further back. With a very naughty giggle, she lowered herself again with a deep gasp. This was much tighter than before and I realized she put my dick in her butt instead! Kayla then lowered herself onto the dildo which was still vibrating wildly with the laptop. The laptop pressed into my ribs as her weight bared down. This was too much! My cock was going to explode in Skye’s ass and there was little I could do to hold back. I clenched my jaw trying to hold back as they both began to ride up and down somewhat off synch with each other. With every fall my cock sank deeper and deeper into Skye’s tight and slippery asshole while the laptop whined and hummed louder and louder from Kayla’s intense ride. No longer able to contain myself I moaned in a constrained voice, “fuuuuuuck, I’m goin to…” and Kayla’s hand crudely covered my mouth. They both began to rise and fall at the same pace, harder than ever until finally… wave after wave of erotic release coursed through my body and filled Skye’s bouncing ass with cum. My body shook in ecstasy and Skye slowed to a stop completely consuming my cock in her ass. Moments later Kayla crashed to a stop onto the dildo, legs shaking and completely breathless. A flicker of headlights cast over her stunning figure as she rocked her hips rapidly, straining the dildo and laptop forward as she climaxed too. “Yes… Yes, O-oh yea! She moaned as her pussy gushed and cum flooded the laptop as it sagged from her weight, digging more painfully than ever into my ribs. Finally, the dildo popped loose loudly from the strain of her weight and she slid off to her knees with a thud, still breathing heavily. More streetlights drifted by revealing a striking scene stained with sin. The surface of my laptop was drenched in Kayla’s cum and was dripping over the edge. As the light faded, I noticed that the laptop must have died as it was now quiet and no longer buzzing against my chest. In the brief darkness my attention was refocused by a new sound. As the next streetlight approached, my eyes fell on Skye who was vigorously rubbing her clit. Her face glowed in blissful pleasure and her butthole tightened over my dick as darkness fell again. Her breathing quickly became erratic and she gasped as she grasped her breasts with her other hand. The following streetlight captured jets of squirting cum from Skye’s inflamed pussy as she came all over my lap. All three of us were immobilized by pleasure and remained motionless as the last few streetlights passed and faded in the distance. Everything smelled blatantly of sex from the three powerful orgasms and I was completely soaked in pussy juice. Slowly my mind began to resettle on the reality that we were still on a bus of girls and my cousin Jenny. Thankfully they were still loudly distracted towards the front of the bus and it was pure luck nobody discovered us. After a very long minute, Skye looked down at me with a very pleased grin on her face and she stood up slowly. My cock seemed to melt out of her ass with a splatter of cum as she ascended. Completely exhausted, we all rested for a few more minutes to catch our breath before Jenny called out, “Almost home, make sure you have all of your things!” Caught off-guard, we all quickly sat up and slid our shorts back on as the bus lights flickered on. We all spent a few minutes discretely freshening up by wiping ourselves down with extra cloths from our luggage and reapplying generous amounts of deodorant to mask the obvious smell that occupied our seat. Skye pulled a bottle of body spray from her bag and sprayed herself and Kayla a few times. Skye also hit me with an extra squirt on the lap and said, “you smell,” and giggled playfully. I returned her playful smile and collapsed in the seat completely exhausted. A few minutes later the bus slowed to a stop and most of the girls noisily gathered in the isle ready to depart. Kayla and Skye joined the rest of the girls once the doors opened and they began to file out of the bus as I watched from behind. After the bus emptied, I laid in the seat for several long minutes completely exhausted and broken. My whole body seemed to ache from the past few days of blissful torture and I could feel each heartbeat course through me. Finally, after mustering my remaining energy, I retrieved my bag and the remains of my mangled laptop and stuffed it into my bag. With home and my bed in mind, I staggered off of the bus and before I had taken two steps, Jenny was calling my name. “Kevin… Kev, hey, thank you so much for helping us this weekend. I think the girls really liked having you there too,” she said with a friendly wink. Somewhat exasperated by the remark, I raised my eyebrows with a smirk, “I bet they did,” I chuckled more to myself. After a pause and a stricken smile, she added “I need you to do me one last favor… I can only fit a few people in my car with all this gear,” she explained while holding several bags of equipment along with her own belongings. “Could you bring Skye and Kayla home for me?” nodding towards them in the distance, “The told me that both their parents are away for business and can’t pick them up.” Trying to rid my face of surprise, I nodded. Both of the girls were standing in the parking lot about thirty feet away under a light in the parking lot. They had their heads together and talking too quiet for me to hear. “Well, okay,” I sighed, “away we go then,” I muttered, waving goodbye to Jenny with a tired smile. As I set off for Skye and Kayla, Jenny called out to them, “Kevy will give you a ride home!” Both girls giggled loudly and as I approached, Skye said quietly “I think we should, ride you…” “All the way home” Kayla finished, and they both laughed as I paused in shocked surprise.

-THE END-

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“Pleeease babe I’ve been wanting to try it for so long now,” your girlfriend, Leyna, pleads with you. 

“I’m sorry babe I’m just not into it. It’s a little gross you know. But I’ll still let you sit on my face and eat your ass if you’d like me to,” you tell her. Leyna is a little weird. She’s fairly sadistic and has a penchant for strange kinks. For a while now, your girlfriend has wanted to shit in your mouth and have you eat it. She’s got a few less-than-common kinks but this was by far her strangest. You were just never really that into it. 

“Well I guess that will have to do. Maybe we can have a bit of fun right now?” Leyna suggests. She leads you to your bed and pushes you down on your back. She climbs on top of you and moves her ass directly in front of your face. Then she slowly slides her shorts and panties down and you watch in awe. She had quite a nice ass. Fairly plump with a bit of cellulite. Her cheeks ever so slightly jiggle when she walks. She takes her shorts and panties completely off and slowly descends onto your face. 

There is often a bit of a strong smell but you never really minded. It wasn’t horrible and it made her happy that you let her sit on your face even when she was smelly or sweaty. You stick your tongue in her asshole. It’s got an earthy taste and it’s a little moist. You can hear Leyna let out a small sigh as you do. You’re not really sure why she enjoys rimming so much but hey, you don’t complain. 

Leyna puts her weight down on your face and moves her feet to your crotch. She moves her feet around slightly, gently massaging your crotch as you tongue her tight hole.This goes on for probably 15 minutes before you hear keys enter the door. Leyna quickly pulls your blanket over her to hide the fact that she’s sitting on your face as your roommate walks in. *Shit.*

“Oh hey Leyna.” Kyle says. “I didn’t know you were here. Is your boyfriend here?”

“Uhhh…” Leyna hesitates for a moment. “No he’s… at work right now. He gets off at 8.” Leyna thought quickly on her feet to save face.

“Oh damn. I’m going to a concert later at 7. Guess I won’t see him today.” Kyle responds. You hear him walk over to his desk and take a seat. *Shit again. He might not leave until it’s time for the concert. That means 3 hours minimum.* You thought to yourself. Leyna was already starting to get fairly sweaty. It was pretty hot underneath the blanket. Her sweat had a bitter and salty flavor. You supposed you should get comfortable if you were going to be there a while. 

Just then, you felt Leyna’s asshole pucker. You heard a very, very faint hissing and tasted a disgusting fart coming from Leyna. You wanted to gag and cough but you knew you couldn’t make noise or your roommate would find out your situation. Just then, Leyna shifted some of her weight backward, blocking off your nose. She was forcing you to breathe in her fart. You could have sworn you heard her giggle quietly above you. It went on like this for some time. Every 10, 15, 20 minutes, just when you thought she might be done, she released another one into your mouth. 

After about 2 hours of this, you felt her asshole pucker again. You prepared yourself for another fart but then her asshole started to open wider. Wider. Then you felt something press against your tongue. The taste was revolting. You wanted to throw Leyna off of you and puke. A small single log of shit dropped into your mouth. Your sadistic girlfriend was using your mouth as her toilet because she knew you didn’t have a choice. While the thought and taste were absolutely disgusting, you thought you could get away by jut holding it in your mouth. Then she shifted her weight back again. You knew she wouldn’t let you breathe until you swallowed her shit. It took you a solid few seconds to muster up the strength but you slowly chewed and swallowed the small piece. But she still didn’t move. Instead, her asshole started opening again. This time, a bigger piece came out and filled half of your mouth. You immediately began to chew and swallow this one down. The taste was something like you’ve never seen. You hoped to just die right there on the bed so you wouldn’t have to deal with this horror any longer. 

Leyna probably dropped 5 more logs of shit into your mouth before she was finally finished. Your stomach had never felt so sick. Your face and your girlfriend’s ass were both wet from your tears. Then Kyle said “Alright well I guess I should head out. It was nice to see you Leyna.” You heard the door open as he walked out. Immediately you grabbed Leyna and started shaking her, pushing her off of you. She sat up and said “What do you need?”

“Get the fuck off me! That’s what I need” You shouted at her. 

“Okay baby I will. But first, I need to wipe my ass. I can feel the leftover shit. Aw but there’s no toilet paper in here. I guess you know what that means.” She says as she slowly sits back down on your face. Tears started to slowly form in your eyes again as you stuck your tongue out. 

-Day 3- I must have been sound asleep before my head hit the pillow because I barely remember getting back into my bed last night, I was completely exhausted. The remainder of the night seemed to have passed instantly as I had fallen into a deep sleep. A seductive feeling reminiscent of the past evening lingered on my mind as my wildest dreams flitted in and out of focus. Skye’s ominous giggle and visions of the girls seemed to swim in my mind as my body began to wake… The sound of giggling seemed to gradually amplify in my ears and slowly, I came to the realization that it wasn’t just in my dream. I opened one eye just enough to see that the sun was up and it was already quite bright outside through the gap in the shades. From the tone of the whispering and giggling, the girls must have made their way to my cabin this morning. Sure enough, I heard the door handle click and the door quietly creaked open. Light footsteps gently disturbed my nearly silent room and I pretended to remain asleep. Though nearly impossible, I tried my best to see through the smallest gap my eyelids could make. From what I could see, at least several girls were in my room and were slowly surrounding my bed. All of a sudden… They pounced. “Wake up!” they all screamed as they all jumped onto me in my bed. “Ahhh!” I shouted in surprise. In fact, I was more surprised that the little camp bed didn’t collapse! As it turns out, there were about seven or eight of the girls there including Skye and Kayla. They were all in their athletic wear, ready for the day. Jenny must have been with the others getting ready for breakfast. “Why aren’t you awake yet? Its already past eight o’clock!” Skye said, straddling my chest. “Good morning to you too” I sarcastically groaned back under their combined weight. “You all must have… worn me out…” I said trying to shift my body. I was immediately captivated by Skye. Her cute smirking face and dangerous green eyes were searching my face. This morning she was wearing dark grey spandex booty shorts, a white sports bra, and again had braided pig tails. The girls all giggle as I struggle to free myself. One of the girls farther back was sitting heavily on my lap completely smashing my morning wood which has to feel quite obvious through the thin blankets. Not knowing who it was made me a little uncomfortable but then, as Kayla’s amused face came into view over Skye’s shoulder it dawned on me… A memory from last night of Kayla’s voice seemed to echo in my head “Me and Skye will make tomorrow… very interesting for you…” my eyes popped! At that moment there was a dull pounding on the door of my cabin and Jenny’s muffled voice rang through the door, “come on ladies, wake him up and let’s go. Breakfast is in fifteen minutes!” The girls quickly made their way out the door with the exception of Skye and Kayla. Skye remained sitting heavily on my chest and Kayla hung by the edge of the doorway watching the girls run off to catch up with Jenny. I noticed that Kayla was wearing what looked like the smallest imaginable silky blue gym shorts and matching top. Her toned round ass was pouring out of the bottom of her shorts as she bent forward peering out and around the open doorframe. As my eyes were drawn to that wonderful view, Skye’s hand slid gently across the blankets, down my stomach towards my groin. Morning wood made me an easy target even through the messed-up pile of blankets. She grabbed onto me and began rubbing my length softly through the blankets. “Missed me?” I said smiling up at her sheepishly. “Ok, they’re gone,” Kayla said closing the door with a soft clatter and started toward the bed. Skye quickly slid off of my chest and crawled under the covers to lie on top of my naked body. Kayla also pushed her way under the covers to lie beside me. This tiny bed could hardly fit all three of us. My cock began to throb painfully as Skye turned over and pressed her perfect spandex ass against me. My hands found her hips and I held her tight against me with my face buried in her soft fragrant hair. Kayla then whispered into my ear, “We thought of a fun way to wake you up this morning…” Just then, Skye giggled and I could feel her tummy and butt cheeks flex. BRRRAPTPTPTPT! A short but powerful rumbly fart rattled my cock which was pinned under her sexy cheeks. “Oops,” she said cutely. Both girls giggled at the bubbly sound it made against me. My hands were still gripping the sides of her hips enjoying the feeling of her overwhelming ass. “Damn, That’s terrible!” Kayla whispered fiercely. Then after a few moments, “My turn,” Kayla said giggling and pushing Skye off of me. “Hey!” sky retorted enviously, still clinging to my side. Kayla now rolled on top of me and positioned her round bubble butt right on my cock. She definitely had a thicker, juicier ass, but not as defined and firm as Skye’s. She shifted her silky ass side to side a couple times positioning herself just right before saying, “you get to tell us who had the best…” and ripped a five-second-long juicy fart. FFFFFRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPTPTPTPTPT! “Oh-my-god Kayla,” Skye said in a shocked voice now rolling out from under the covers. “That was…” “Amazing,” I finished for her. “You win I guess.” Both girls laughed out loud, Kayla still holding the covers down to not let the smell escape. My hands moved over Kayla’s smooth tummy which I could feel it bubble again. My hands continued downward to grab onto her hips. She again arched her back and I felt her force out another short bubbly fart onto me. PRAPPTT! The feeling was sensational. I wanted nothing more than to cum all over her ass and silky shorts. And as that thought crossed my mind, she quickly slid off of me and out of the bed pulling the covers up over my head. “Dutch oven!” they both giggled as they both held the blankets down over my head, straddling my trapped body beneath the blankets. The sulfurous scent of their combined gas was incredibly intoxicating. I coughed and gagged from the hot burning cloud of ass under the covers. A few seconds passed as I pretended to struggle, kicking my feet to remove the blankets and then they released their hold running out of the cabin laughing. I couldn’t help it but stay defeated under the covers a while longer before getting up and getting ready for breakfast. What did I ever do to deserve this? Not only do I have one crazy and sexy girl torturing me… I now have two and was becoming a slave to them!

Arriving just in time, I pushed my way into the entrance of the crowded dining hall. I squeezed past a few other groups to find our girls who were lining up at the far end of the entrance. This put my usual ‘back wall’ spot farther over in the corner of the room which may have its advantages… or at least I thought. Skye and Kayla were nowhere to be found and that puzzled me. What were they up to and where were they at? I backed myself into the corner behind our line of girls, trying to peer over the heads of the many girls filling the room. A few minutes later Skye dashed through the door followed shortly by Kayla. They made their way through the packed room with the gym bag… Yes, the gym bag that I had left in my cabin, I might add. My eyes widened as that revelation crossed my mind. Did they go through my stuff? My phone?!? I had definitely left my phone in the cabin and I’m sure they took it in perused its dirty contents. Finally, catching sight of me they both grinned mischievously then glancing back at each other as they proceeded to weave through the remaining groups towards me. As they approached, I felt more trapped than I had been before as I was stuck in this corner. This feeling was also accompanied by a sinking feeling in my stomach not knowing if they took my phone and what they may have found on it. Any review of my photos or internet history would give them an endless supply of material to taunt me. “Where were you?” I asked nervously, trying to keep a credulous look about my face. “Well, you weren’t here when we got here so we decided to find you again…” they both giggled, “but you were gone, and… you forgot something.” Skye finished with a smirk. She held up the gym bag wagging it slowly before me. “And…um” I started, but Kayla cut across me. “We were in you room and…” she giggled, glancing at Skye who smiled a naughty smile. “Well, your phone was…” “There wasn’t a password,” Skye finished bluntly, beginning to blush. My heart began to race and I felt numb as shock and embarrassment coursed through my insides. Over the past couple days, I can admit I may have thoroughly researched my newly found fart fetish. I may have watched a few fetish videos. And, I may have taken some pictures that should have probably hidden somewhere secret in my phone… But now they likely seen it all. Standing there shocked with fresh embarrassment and pandering the numerous things they may have found, Skye’s voice regained my attention, “So many naughty things we found,” she purred with a twisted smile. I didn’t know what to say. My lips parted, but I was lost for words. “We’re going to need to punish you,” Skye began. “Yeah, like those bitches did to that poor slave in the video you watched,” Kayla finished beginning to giggle looking around, making sure she wasn’t overheard. My mouth fell open, knowing exactly what they must have seen. One of the last videos I watched was of a submissive fart slave being dominated by two sexy Brazilian bitches. They would in turn force the slaves face into their asses and force him to eat their gas. They even used the slave’s belt to pull his head against their thick overwhelming asses so he couldn’t escape. As the video played before my mind’s eye, I notice Skye removing the shoulder strap from the gym bag with a menacing smile on her face. “Our slave might get an early breakfast today,” Kayla giggled as Skye snapped the strap at me. “Line up!” the lunch staff shouted, “We need to make room so everyone can get inside. It’s starting to rain and people want in!” Skye and Kayla both pushed their way into line in front of me and as Kayla squeezed in front of Skye, she kicked the gym bag forward towards the front of the line. She and Skye turned their heads back towards me giggling. “Uh-oh, there goes your bag Kevy,” Skye laughed, “don’t you dare get…” her voice trailed off with an excited giggle as she looked down at the front of my shorts. She then turned her head forward sharply, whipping my face across the nose with her blonde braided pigtails. I was still in shock about them going through my phone and kicking away the gym bag. They were going to totally humiliate me and now it’s two verses one. Immediately I notice Skye purposefully sticking out her thick round ass just inches in front of me. Damn, that perfect round ass accentuated by those silky gray booty shorts was impossible to ignore. I couldn’t help but notice how her round cheeks poured out the bottom of her shorts as she bent forward. Only after a few seconds of admiring her perfect ass, I was overcome by desire and I felt my cock beginning to swell. “Back up! Please make more room!” the lunch staff shouted. Everyone began shuffling backwards… Before the rest of the girls reached Kayla and Skye, they both turned back with the naughtiest smiles on their faces. Skye glanced down behind her and grabbed the bottoms of her shorts with both hands and slowly pulled then upwards allowing her perfect round cheeks to spill out, now making her booty shorts look more like a thong. Fuck… My cock was expanding out of control. There was no hiding it now without burying it between those perfect thick cheeks. Finally, the girls were forced backwards by the retreating line and Skye was pressed hard against me and her thick cheeks added ample pressure as we were pressed together. She shifted her hips side to side forcefully, grinding her perfect ass on my cock. After a few moments she paused noticing that my cock was now firmly wedged between her cheeks and began to giggle. She stepped heavily onto the top of my feet which still felt sorely bruised from the previous night and peered over Kayla’s shoulder. She laughed harder and then a gasp! For just a moment I caught a glimpse of my phone in Kayla’s hands as she began scrolling through my photos! “Hey!”, I hissed urgently over their shoulders, “give that back, get out of there!” They came across the picture I snapped on the bus right before Skye had fallen onto my lap, and what a perfect booty picture it was too. An embarrassed guilt coursed through me as Skye turned her head back open-mouthed which faded into a naughty grin. “Well, I guess you were creeping on me before I even claimed you,” she giggled “Hmmm, what other pictures does he have,” she said turning back to Kayla. I had to do something! I quickly tried to push my way out from behind Skye and grab my phone. She had me pinned pretty tight against the wall with my swollen cock stuck between her cheeks. I was able to get an arm around her and bump Kayla’s arm. My phone was knocked free and Kayla fumbled it before it clattered to the floor next to her. Skye released me momentarily as she attempted to retrieve it, but as I swooped down to grab it my hand was smashed to the floor by Kayla’s foot. My fingertips were nearly touching the edge of my phone just out of reach and then, Skye sidestepped heavily over my reaching arm and planted her bouncing round ass against my face. She forced me back against the wall with a screech of my hand across the tile floor and muffled thump as the back of my head thumped against the wall. Her warm cheeks rippled against my trapped face and my nose was buried deep in her round suffocating ass. Unable to see and barely able to breath, her fresh womanly scent mixed with the smell of nylon fabric from her booty shorts filled my crushed nose. Kayla’s pressing foot released my hand as she recovered the phone from the floor then felt the added pressure as she pressed against Skye again. “Hmmp pmmm, mmmuu mffeeem….” My muffled voice was mostly inaudible as I begged for my phone. I shook my head against Skye’s bouncing ass trying to breath but couldn’t break free. As I tilted my head back trying to fight for some air, I felt one of Skye’s hands slip something behind the back of my neck and then realized she was using the shoulder strap of the gym bag to firmly bind me against her ass like in the Brazilian video. She pulled hard on the strap, trapping my face deeper between her suffocating cheeks. Moments later as I continued to plead hopelessly for my release no longer able to shift my face to get air. I felt Skye’s ass tense and, BBBRRAPPTPTPT! She ripped powerfully right into my open mouth causing my cheeks to balloon and my throat rattle as her gas completely filled my mouth and streamed out my nostrils like steam. The burning in my nose and overpowering smell and taste of rotten gas trapped between her cheeks was almost too much to handle. I felt her body shudder as they both laughed and I could hear Kayla giggle and quietly say, “Oh my god, I felt that through you,” followed by more giggles. My body went limp as I gave up my struggle and my body began to quiver all over in lustful domination. After a few moments passed, I felt the pressure of her toxic ass on my face lessen however the smell clung to my face and seemed to be burnt into my flattened nose. since I had completely given up my struggle, Skye finally released me after one last tug on the strap causing my face to bounce off of her ass and allowing the strap to fall loose. It took a few more moments for me to regain my senses while still breathing the fresh smell of ass that surrounded me. Finally, I stood up, now realizing my throbbing cock was still very obvious in my loose shorts. My sense of awareness came flooding back remembering that I had no cover as some of the people ahead of us began grumbling about the smell. “What died?” one girl complained looking around followed by other remarks of those who began to smell it. “That’s terrible, who did that? Skye jeered sarcastically glancing sideways back toward me with a cute smirk on her face. She also looked a little nervous as I don’t think she intended to allow others to notice. I hastily crossed my arms in front of myself trying to cover the very obvious tent in my shorts as I began to notice many wondering eyes and scrunched noses of the surrounding girls trying to determine the source of the smell. My inward embarrassment rose and I could feel my face flush though trying to act as if nothing was going on. “Kevin… Kevin, will you take this bag?” A voice called over the crowd. Jenny was holding the bag up and looking back toward me. There was no way I could walk up and grab it now, not like this… Panicking internally feeling my heart pound, I quickly decided to tug on one of Skye’s pig tails and hissed, “get it, go grab the bag, plea…” Before I could finish the word “please”, Skye lightly thrusted her hips back pinning me against the wall, bending my cock with her ass as she leaned her head back onto my shoulder. Our cheeks were lightly touching, “But why?” she giggled in my ear, “what’s wrong Kevy? I notice my body still trembling from all the teasing which was pushing me to the edge. “Please, they will all see um… and we will totally get caught,” I hissed urgently, knowing she could feel my throbbing cock pressed against her silky bubble butt. “C’mon Kev,” Jenny called, her eyes widening. “Just pass it back,” I yelled back over the noise, feeling Skye deflate a little as her shoulders hunched in discontent. I tugged on her pigtail again, a little harder, feeling that I just beat her in her little game as Jenny handed the bag back. Kayla leaned back to Skye and whispered something I could not hear. As they broke apart, Skye slipped sideways out of line and Kayla fell back. Skye stepped forward to retrieve the bag before slipping back in, but in front of Kayla this time. I knew she must still have my phone but I couldn’t see. “Where is my phone?” I questioned quietly in her ear. “Skye has it,” she giggled, now beginning to lean back against me. I looked up as Skye slipped something into the bag and was zipping it up. Just then, Kayla let her hips roll back and her round ass bounced against my body making a soft ripple. I needed to get to that bag but couldn’t reach past Kayla who was now continuing to rhythmically bump her thick ass against my cock. This was quickly becoming far too distracting as I grew wildly aroused. I shifted myself lower so my pulsing cock could slide further and further between her cheeks as her silky shorts got buried deeper and deeper. The feeling of the silky fabric of her shorts and my shorts made it feel like we were virtually naked from the waist down and covered in silky lube. That thought alone seemed to melt all yearning to retrieve my phone. “Move back, food is coming out now,” shouted the Kitchen staff as carts of food appeared and were being toted out to the tables. Very quickly, the lines grew noisy and retreated to make room. Skye pressed hard against Kayla whose thick bubble butt completely consumed the length of my shaft. I tensed up curling my toes as the sensation put me on the verge of spurting. Kayla’s silky fragrant hair was pushed into my face as she stepped heavily onto the tops of my aching feet as Skye pressed her hard against me. My cock was bending under the combined pressure. Temptation began to take over and my hands wandered upward, sliding up Kayla’s sides and found Skye’s pigtails which I pulled on, purely for my own uncontrolled pleasure. She dropped the bag beside her pressing back even more forcefully. My sense of caution and concern had completely left me for the chance of pure pleasure, and it was mine. “Skye? Kayla! You’re crushing him…” a nearby voice called, completely pulling me out of my erotic daze. Looking over Kayla’s shoulder I see their friend Sydney with a shocked but amused look on her face. “Well, um…” Skye began. “He asked for it,” Kayla finished firmly. “Yeah, he stole my phone,” Skye said playfully. Sydney had a quizzical look on her face as she peered at the three of us. Thank goodness I had let go of Skye’s pigtails when she dropped the bag and she couldn’t see that my cock was completely consumed by Kayla’s ass. Kayla’s thick powerful cheeks had clenched during this tense moment nearly forcing my cock to slide out. It was so difficult to keep a straight face. Finally, she turned back toward the front of the line as the kitchen staff began to count down, “five, four…” Not a moment later, Kayla unclenched her powerful cheeks and giggled as my cock slid deeper than before as her whole body pressed against me. My face flushed and my body tingled with lustful excitement feeling my cock bend under the pressure. Without warning and with a powerful popping eruption, PPPPRRRRAAPPTPTPTPTPT! She released the most forceful fart all over my struggling cock which induced an erotic burst of sensation. Immediately unable to restrain myself any longer, the inside of my shorts was flooded with uncontrolled jets of fiery cum. My knees buckled and I sank down against the wall into a fresh cloud of eggy gas, shaking all over from the overwhelming pleasure. “Noooo…” I thought to myself as the girls all began to move forward into the dining hall. I watched Kayla’s juicy bubble butt wobble rhythmically as she stepped forward, slowly watching her deep wedgie jiggle loose with each step forward. I was inwardly disappointed that I could not contain myself just a couple seconds longer. Before they moved out of sight, I saw Sydney pause, looking back at me over Skye and Kayla seeing me crouched on the floor as I gathered the gym bag for cover. She had a curious look on her face again and I just knew her suspicions were growing. Kayla and Skye looked were still giggling to each other, completely unconcerned as they moved out of sight. My insides were tingling with a combination of ecstasy and fear as I stood up, finally concealed by the gym bag. I darted over to the bathroom to clean up and gather myself before returning to our table. Just before I left the bathroom, the memory of Skye putting something into the bag occurred to me and I froze in excitement. Quickly returning to the sink, I dropped the bag on the counter and pulled the zipper open and hastily began digging. There were all sorts of things in this bag from random water bottles, a couple volleyballs, a pair of panties, hmmm… “Yum, they smelled like Skye’s panties,” I mouthed to myself feeling a shudder course through my spine. I kept digging and finally came across my phone! Quickly, I pocket the phone without checking it and return to our table dropping the bag at my side. “Where did you go?” Jenny asked as I sat down in the vacant seat beside her. “I um, forgot my phone,” I invented quickly with my phone fresh on my mind. I looked up to see Skye and Kayla sitting across from me chatting with each other but also glancing over to Sydney who kept eyeing me with what appeared to be an interested expression. I tried to keep to myself and avoid conversation through the rest of the meal which was a little easier as I was distracted by the sticky feeling in my shorts. Before breakfast ended, Jenny announced, “We will be having one last practice right after lunch and then we will be having a match against one of the random teams here before we leave.” This was followed by some excited murmurs as the girls talked about the proposed match. “Are we having lunch here or are we getting food on the way back?” I asked quietly. “Um I think we are going to pick up a late lunch on the way back. The last time we stopped in the next town over that has more choices. Relieved and disappointed at the same time of the prospect of not being tortured at the end of the line again, I finished my breakfast. Finally, everyone finished their food and we made our way out of the dining hall for practice. Like the previous day, Jenny split up the girls into groups however, this time both groups remained with her and she asked me to help gather all of the girls’ bags and bring them over to the bus while they practice. This gave me a wonderful idea and I didn’t bother to hide a smile. I quickly departed for their cabin planning out a little bit of playful revenge involving Skye’s and Kayla’s stuff. Reaching the cabin, my heart began to race with excitement. The cabin was still a bit messy but it looked like most of the bags were packed and ready to go. I went from bag to bag to try and identify which one belonged to who, but to no avail. I then decided to quickly open each to try and see if I can find clothing that I recognize and after a few bags I came across Kayla’s. My heart began to pound a little harder as I perused the contents of the bag, revealing several pairs of worn sports bras, panties, and athletic wear. I grabbed the pair of silky pajama shorts and the pair of panties that were still in them and pressed them to my face. The pungent smell of pussy was thick which made my mouth water and my hands shake in excitement. I pulled the panties out of the silky shorts and slip them into my pocket before zipping the bag shut. I kept searching the room and quickly found Skye’s bag which so happened to have her name right on it and felt a little stupid for not seeing it before. I quickly unzip the top and the pockets. In the top pocket was her phone which I grabbed and discovered it required a damn passcode. I carefully examined the screen from an angle and saw a triangular smudge. I moved my finger along the smudge in different variations, and after a couple tries, it unlocked! My heart began to pound as I search for the photo’s icon and opened it but at that moment, I heard footsteps approaching the door. I quickly pocket the phone and zip the bag shut forcefully. As the door handle turned with a clatter, I quickly grabbed a few bags to look as if I was actually gathering their belongings. Sydney emerged, pausing on the threshold as she spotted me in the middle of the room laden with bags. She glared at me hotly before saying, “Don’t even pretend to think that I don’t know what Skye and Kayla are up to…” I froze and the silent pause seamed to ring in my ears. Not knowing what to say, she continued, “They started doing this to Jake because they knew I liked him and now he doesn’t think he can come back,” she finished sounding frustrated and blushing slightly. “I don’t know what to tell you… I, um,” I stumbled before catching myself, “they are just, picking on me a bit…” I finished with an awkward smile which faded. Still looking frustrated, she rolled her eyes before saying, “they like to do a little more than the normal “picking on and teasing” when they ‘choose’ someone...” I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. “You just better watch yourself…” she warned as she reached into her bag, a curtain of strawberry blonde hair obscured her face as she rummaged for something. Finally, she retrieved her phone and a water bottle and approached me. She began scrolling and then held the phone out to show me a series of text messages between Kayla and her: Kayla: fuuuuuuck!!! Jenny’s cousin looks fine AF Kayla: Do you want him or Jake more??? Sydney: Jake, but isn’t he coming with us? He gave me a ride home again last night 😉 Kayla: Um, about that… I don’t think he’s coming, Then she scrolled farther down to today and it read: Sydney: what the fuck did you guys do to Jake? He has been texting me all last night but won’t say what happened. I also saw a text from him on Skye’s phone WTF!!!!! Kayla: it was pretty much nothing, Me and Skye were messing with him a bit Sydney: It wasn’t nothing I know you and Skye were doing something more than “messing” “I know they did something and I think… he must have hooked up with them after he dropped me off the night before camp,” she finished crossly. “I don’t think Jake is um… seeking Kayla or Skye or anything,” I uttered reassuringly, “I heard Skye say that he, um…” I paused choosing my words carefully, “he made her mad or something.” “I don’t know what to think,” she continued, “Just watch yourself or Jenny will find out,” She warned again before storming out of the cabin. I waited a couple minutes pondering her warning. She better not tell Jenny anything but would Jenny take my word over hers? Putting the thought to the back of my mind I began unzipping Skye’s bag and started digging. I vigorously mashed each pair of panties I found into my face trying to find the best pair. Each one caused my heart to pound faster as a euphoric high set in from the smell of pussy and ass which was so heavily infused by the fabric. Finally choosing a distinctly powerfully smelling black thong, I pressed it to my face for a few more moments causing my cock to expand a little before stuffing them into my pocket. Before pulling the zipper shut, my hand collided with a hard object tangled up with the assortment of cloths. I clumsily unraveled a large veiny dildo with a suction cup end. Shocked by my discovery, I dropped it and it suctioned right to the floor with a snap! My eyes hastily darted to the door and windows before I grabbed ahold of it and pulled. It had a fleshy texture and did not come loose after a moderate tug! Inwardly embarrassed, I pulled harder and to the side and it let loose with a loud echoing pop. I quickly jammed it back into the bag and zipped it shut, laughing to myself. Now that my curiosity was fully entertained, I dragged all of the bags out of the cabin, stacked them onto a cart and pushed them to the bus. As I reached the bus, I found it deserted so I took advantage of the time to explore Skye’s phone which I briefly forgot was in my pocket. Unfortunately, she had deleted just about anything regarding Jake but she did have some dialogue between her and Kayla about Jake that included his resistance to being teased and failed attempt of submission. She also had a bit more from when they were on the bus about her plan to fuck with me when they got to camp. She also had a lot of mirror nudes in her camera roll which were absolutely stunning; I made a mental note to ask for these at some point… Finally, I decide to pocket her phone and return to the gym to see when the game was going to start but found that it had already started. It was a very close match but we won three of the five sets, winning the match and putting the girls in good spirits as the camp came to an end. I waited in the doorway as the girls filed out. Sydney gave me a brief warning look as she passed however, both Skye and Kayla looked more than pleased to see me as they made their way out of the gym toward the end of the group. As I followed them out, I could feel Skye’s phone buzz in my pocket and knew it was too much of a risk to take it out now. I proceeded to follow them to the bus while enjoying the view of Skye’s perfect butt cheeks flutter in her tight volleyball shorts as she walked in front of me. As they reached the bus, they all grabbed their bags from the cart and proceeded onto the bus. I saw Skye look through her bag as she boarded, obviously looking for her phone. I boarded the bus just after Jenny after telling her that we got everything from the cabin and we were all set to go. Just like the trip there I made my way all the way to the back of the bus, just past where Skye, Kayla and a couple others were sitting. Luckily Sydney chose to sit further toward the front of the bus with the rest of the girls and Jenny. Skye was still looking through her bag and I heard her say to Kayla, “I know I put it in the front pocket right before we left.” I began to chuckle leaning over the back of her seat to watch her anxiously search for her phone. Finally, no longer able to keep quiet, I muttered, “Really like the pictures you take.” She froze and looked up slowly, eyes narrowing with realization dawning on her face, “Where is it?” she demanded sharply. I shrugged my shoulders with a smirk and said,” I don’t know? First tell me what really happened to… Jake,” I finished in a whisper. Her mouth popped open and after a couple seconds, she replied, “Well, not as much as what’s going to happen to you if you don’t give me my phone right now,” She hissed with a devious look on her face. “C’mon, tell me,” I urged wanting to know for myself. “Not here, not now. Give me my phone and I will tell you… eventually,” she said sternly with a smile. I pulled out the phone and slowly handed it back but before she could take it, I tugged it away smiling in a teasing way. She gave me a look as if she was going to pounce on me before handing it over. “You’re so fucked,” she giggled, “Sooooo fucked, you just wait.” And with that, the bus doors clattered shut and we were off.