A week passed…

Ophelia Makobang slumped into her desk chair, wincing slightly as her ample ass settled against the seat. The memories of last night's drunken escapade with Wilson flooded back, making her cheeks burn hot. She could still feel the ghost of his face pressed between her generous buttcheeks, could still hear his muffled moans as she...

"Pbbbbrrrrtttt!" A long, bassy fart escaped before she could clench. The smell hit her nostrils instantly - rancid and sulfurous.

"Putang ina," she cursed under her breath in Tagalog. Her stomach gurgled ominously. Last night's lechon was wreaking havoc on her digestive system.

As her first period students filed in, Ophelia tried to focus on today's lesson. But her mind kept drifting back to Wilson. The way he'd gripped her thighs, pulling her down harder as she--

"Blllrrrrppppffffff!" Another massive fart ripped from between her ass cheeks, this one wet and bubbly. A warm, moist feeling spread in her panties. She'd sharted. Again.

"Everything okay, Ms. Makobang?" one of her students asked, wrinkling his nose.

"F-fine," she stammered, mortified. "Just... ate something that didn't agree with me."

As the day wore on, Ophelia's gas only worsened. By lunchtime, the smell in her classroom was unbearable. Paint was literally peeling off the walls.

She waddled to the teacher's lounge, ass cheeks clenched tight. But as soon as she sat down--

"FRRRRRAAAAPPPPPT!"

The room-clearing fart seemed to go on forever. Teachers fled, gagging. Ophelia wanted to die of shame. But a tiny part of her... got turned on.

"Fuck," she whispered. "I need Wilson."

Ophelia squirmed in her seat, her voluptuous ass barely contained by her tight pencil skirt. The pressure in her gut was becoming unbearable, but she clenched her cheeks with all her might.

"Gurgle gurgle" Her stomach protested loudly.

"Ms. Makobang, are you feeling alright?" A student asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"I'm fine," she lied through gritted teeth. But she was far from fine. Her mind kept drifting back to last night - Wilson's face buried between her ass cheeks, his tongue exploring her most intimate areas as she let loose fart after fart...

"Nnnnghh!" She stifled a moan, squeezing her thighs together. The memory of Wilson's muffled groans of pleasure as she crop-dusted his face was making her wet.

By the final period, Ophelia was a mess. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she fought to hold back the tempest brewing in her bowels. Her bloated belly strained against her blouse buttons.

"Now class, let's discuss the Pythagorean theor- HNNNGGH!"

She cut off abruptly, doubling over as a massive cramp seized her guts. For a split second, her control slipped.

"Pfffft!"

A tiny fart squeaked out, carrying with it the noxious stench of rotten eggs and decay. The front row of students recoiled in horror.

"S-sorry," Ophelia mumbled, face burning with shame and arousal. "As I was saying..."

But she couldn't focus. All she could think about was rushing home to Wilson, climbing onto his face, and finally releasing the pent-up gas that had been tormenting her all day. Her pussy throbbed at the thought.

"Class dismissed!" she blurted out, 15 minutes early. As her confused students filed out, Ophelia gathered her things with trembling hands.

She had to get home. Now. Before she lost control completely and shit herself in front of everyone.

The drive home was agony. Every bump in the road jostled her overfull intestines. By the time she staggered through the apartment door, Ophelia was delirious with need.

"Wilson!" she cried out desperately. "Where are you? I need you NOW!"

“H-huh!?” Wilson startled as he was playing video games. “W-what is it?”

Ophelia burst through the door, her face flushed and hair disheveled. Her massive ass jiggled with each frantic step, threatening to burst free from her tight skirt. Sweat glistened on her tanned skin as she locked eyes with Wilson.

"W-Wilson," she panted, her voice husky with need. "I can't... I can't hold it anymore!"

Without warning, she lunged at him, tackling him onto the couch. The sudden movement jostled her bloated gut.

"BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPT!"

A thunderous fart erupted from between her cheeks, the force of it lifting her skirt. The rancid stench filled the room instantly.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Ophelia moaned, grinding her ass against Wilson's crotch. "I've been holding it in all day, thinking about last night. About your face buried in my ass..."

Her stomach gurgled ominously. Wilson's eyes widened in a mix of shock and arousal.

"Ophelia, what are you-"

"Shut up and let me sit on your face!" she growled, yanking down her soiled panties. "I need this so bad!"

Before Wilson could protest, Ophelia straddled his head, her enormous ass engulfing his entire face. She felt his nose press against her puckered hole.

"PFFFFRRRRRBBBBTTTT!"

Another massive fart ripped out, this one wet and bubbly. Wilson's muffled groan vibrated against her ass cheeks.

"Oh god, yes!" Ophelia cried out, rocking her hips. "Take it all, Wilson. Breathe in my gas!"

Her stomach churned violently. This was just the beginning…

“Mmmf!?” Wilson muffles who’s not hating it…. Hmmmm….

Ophelia felt Wilson's muffled exclamation against her ass, sending shivers up her spine. She ground down harder, her massive cheeks completely enveloping his face.

"BLLRRRRPPPPFFFTTT!" Another wet, bubbly fart erupted directly into Wilson's mouth and nose. The putrid stench of rotten eggs and decay filled his senses.

"Fuck yes, breathe it in!" Ophelia moaned, her pussy dripping onto Wilson's chin. She reached back, feeling his rock-hard cock straining against his pants.

"Mmmmph! Mmmfffff!" Wilson's protests were completely muffled by Ophelia's ass. His hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for friction.

Ophelia's stomach gurgled ominously. She felt a massive buildup of gas and... something else.

"Oh god, Wilson... I can't... I can't stop it!"

"FRRRAAAAAAPPPPBBBBTTTT!"

An explosive, prolonged fart ripped out of her asshole. But this time, it wasn't just gas. A torrent of hot, liquid shit sprayed directly into Wilson's mouth and all over his face.

"HNNNGGHHH!" Ophelia cried out in ecstasy, her whole body shuddering as she released. "Take it all! Swallow my shit!"

She felt Wilson gag and choke beneath her, but she couldn't stop. Wave after wave of diarrhea erupted from her ass, coating Wilson's face and hair in foul-smelling brown sludge.

Despite his predicament, Wilson's cock throbbed painfully in his pants. The sheer depravity of the situation was pushing him to the edge…

Ophelia's massive ass finally lifted off Wilson's face, a string of brown sludge still connecting them. She turned to look at him, panting heavily, her face flushed with post-orgasmic bliss.

Wilson lay there, gasping for air, his face completely coated in Ophelia's foul excrement. A large wet stain spread across the front of his pants where he'd climaxed untouched.

"Holy shit," Ophelia breathed, her eyes roaming over Wilson's defiled form. "I... I can't believe I just did that."

"Fuck... Ophelia, you left your job for this..." Wilson panted, his cock still twitching in his soiled pants.

Ophelia's eyes widened as reality set in. "Oh god, I did, didn't I? I just... I couldn't hold it anymore. Thinking about last night, holding in my farts all day... I went crazy."

She bit her lip, looking both ashamed and aroused. "Was it... was it good for you too?"

Wilson doesn’t answer and just looks away as he does enjoy, he’s just embarrassed but Ophelia doesn’t care anymore. She thought about it from last week.

“Round 2?” She asked shaking her butt

The next day, Ophelia stood at the front of her classroom, trying to maintain her composure as she lectured on algebraic equations. Her stomach felt settled compared to yesterday's chaos, but gas still built up steadily in her bowels.

"Now, if we substitute x for..." she paused, feeling pressure build.

"Pssssst"

A silent fart slipped out, barely audible but potent in odor. Ophelia continued speaking as if nothing happened, secretly relishing the release.

"...we get the following result."

As she turned to write on the board, her ample ass facing the class, another silent eruption occurred.

"Ffffsssss"

The noxious cloud spread insidiously. In the front row, a student wrinkled his nose.

"Ugh, who did that?" he whispered to his neighbor.

Ophelia bit back a smirk, her pussy tingling at the secret depravity. Every few minutes, she let another silent-but-deadly fart loose.

"Pffft" "Ssssss" "Fffft"

By the end of class, the room reeked. Students fled quickly, holding their noses. Ophelia basked in the lingering stench, her panties damp with arousal.

"God," she thought, "I can't wait to get home to Wilson..."

Her stomach gurgled. The day was far from over, and she had plenty more gas to release.

Wilson came in with lunch her favorite dish Lechon. “Hey Ophelia, I made you food, you forgot to lunch.” Wilson smiles at her making her feel happy.

Ophelia's eyes widened as Wilson walked into her classroom, carrying a container of steaming lechon. The rich, savory aroma filled the air, momentarily overpowering the lingering stench of her earlier gas.

"Wilson!" she exclaimed, a mix of surprise and delight in her voice. "What are you doing here?"

He set the container on her desk, smiling warmly. "Hey Ophelia, I made you food. You forgot your lunch."

The sight of her favorite dish made Ophelia's stomach growl audibly. She hadn't realized how hungry she was after expelling so much gas throughout the morning.

"You're a lifesaver," she purred, her eyes roving over Wilson appreciatively. The memory of his face buried in her ass flashed through her mind, making her pussy throb.

As she opened the container, the full aroma of the lechon hit her. Ophelia's mouth watered, but she also felt a familiar gurgle in her gut. Lechon always did a number on her digestive system...

"Thank you so much," she said, voice husky with both hunger and arousal. "I can't wait to dig in."

She leaned in close to Wilson, whispering in his ear, "And I can't wait to show you my... appreciation later."

Her hand brushed against his crotch, feeling his cock twitch in response.

"I hope you're ready for dessert when I get home," she added with a wink. "I have a feeling this lechon is going to produce quite a... flavorful aftermath."

Wilson gulped, his face flushing as he caught her meaning. "I'll be waiting," he murmured.

As he left, Ophelia sat down to enjoy her meal, already anticipating the gaseous onslaught that would follow. The afternoon classes were going to be interesting indeed. But before that Wilson was walking and think back the time they were together as roommates for years, and he never admitted his….love.

Ophelia hears footsteps but someone…running…bargaining in is Wilson. He walk up to her. Ophelia's heart raced as Wilson's lips met hers, the taste of lechon still lingering on her tongue. The teacher's lounge seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this moment of unexpected intimacy.

As Wilson pulled back, his eyes locked with hers. "I love you...I... I love you," he breathed, his voice husky with emotion. "I know we're best friends for years but I want to try this... us..."

Ophelia's cheeks flushed crimson, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Her voluptuous body trembled slightly, torn between the urge to pull him close and the awareness of their public setting.

"Wilson," she whispered, her voice quavering. "I..."

Before she could respond, her stomach gurgled loudly, a reminder of the lechon she'd just consumed and its inevitable effects on her digestive system.

"Pffffffrrrrt"

A small fart escaped, barely audible but pungent. Ophelia's blush deepened, mortification warring with arousal.

"Oh god," she mumbled, torn between embarrassment and a perverse excitement. "I'm sorry, I..."

But Wilson's eyes darkened with lust, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of her gas.

"Don't apologize," he murmured, pulling her closer. "You know what that does to me."

Ophelia's pussy throbbed as she felt his hardening cock press against her thigh. She glanced around nervously, acutely aware of their surroundings.

"Wilson," she hissed, "we can't... not here..."

But her body betrayed her, another small fart escaping as she shifted in his arms.

"Psssssst"

Wilson groaned softly, his hands gripping her ample ass. "Let's get out of here," he suggested, voice thick with need. “Home?”

Ophelia bit her lip, knowing she should refuse, that she had classes to teach. But the promise of release - both emotional and gaseous - was too tempting to resist.

"Yes," she decided impulsively.

As they hurried out of the teacher's lounge, Ophelia's stomach gurgled ominously. This afternoon was about to get very interesting indeed.😈

Ophelia let out a nervous giggle, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Oh god, you're right. I'm such an idiot," she mumbled, feeling flustered by the sudden shift in their relationship and the growing pressure in her gut.

"Pffft" Another small fart escaped as Wilson's lips brushed her cheek, making her squirm.

"Wilson," she whispered urgently, glancing around the teacher's lounge. "We need to get home. Now. I don't think I can hold it much longer..."

Her stomach gurgled loudly, emphasizing her point. The lechon was working its magic far quicker than she'd anticipated.

Wilson's eyes darkened with lust. "Let's go," he growled, grabbing her hand and practically dragging her out of the school.

As they rushed to their shared apartment, Ophelia's ass cheeks clenched desperately. Each step jostled her bloated gut, threatening to release a torrent of gas and worse.

"Hurry," she whimpered as Wilson fumbled with the keys. "I'm gonna explode!"

The moment the door closed behind them, Ophelia shoved Wilson against the wall, crushing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. Her massive ass pressed against his crotch as she ground against him.

"BRRRAAAAAAPPPPPT!"

A thunderous fart erupted, the force of it lifting her skirt. The rancid stench filled the room instantly.

"Fuck," Ophelia moaned, breaking the kiss. "I love you too, Wilson. I love you so fucking much."

She grabbed his hand, placing it firmly on her ass. "Now show me how much you love me. Show me what a dirty little freak you are for my gas."

“Said the freak that loves releasing it on my face” Wilson clap back.

Wilson's face disappeared between Ophelia's enormous ass cheeks as she shoved him hard against her rear. The tiny storage closet barely contained her voluptuous figure, the walls pressing in around them.

"PFFFFRRRRBBBBTTTTT!"

An explosive fart ripped out, blasting directly into Wilson's face. The putrid stench of half-digested lechon filled the cramped space instantly.

Ophelia bit her lip hard, struggling to hold back her moans of pleasure. Her pussy throbbed with each release, soaking through her panties.

"BRAAAAAAPPPP!" "BLLLRRRRTTTT!"

Fart after fart erupted from her ass, each one wet and bubbly. She felt Wilson's nose press against her puckered hole, his tongue darting out to taste her fetid emissions.

"Mmmmphh!" Wilson's muffled groan of ecstasy vibrated against her ass cheeks.

Ophelia's stomach churned violently. The pressure was building to unbearable levels. She knew she couldn't hold back much longer.

"Oh god, Wilson," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't... I'm gonna..."

"FRRRAAAAPPPPBBBBTTTT!"

A massive, prolonged fart exploded from her asshole. But this time, it wasn't just gas. A torrent of liquid shit sprayed directly into Wilson's eager mouth.

Ophelia's whole body shuddered in ecstasy as she released, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train. She stuffed her fist in her mouth to muffle her screams of pleasure.

The acrid stench of diarrhea filled the tiny closet as Ophelia continued to empty her bowels all over Wilson's face. Despite the foul smell and taste, she felt his cock harden against her leg.

As the flow finally subsided, Ophelia pulled away slightly, panting heavily. "F-fuck," she gasped. "I love you so much, you dirty freak."

She turned to look at Wilson's defiled face, covered in her excrement. "Ready for round two?"

“Says you….” Wilson spitting out as he spreads her butt wide licking her butthole.

"Mmmm... fuck yes," Ophelia hissed, her ass cheeks quivering as Wilson's tongue probed her filthy hole.

His hot breath sent shivers up her spine as he lapped eagerly at her puckered entrance, tasting the remnants of her explosive release. The bitter, acrid flavor only seemed to spur him on.

"Slurp Schlick Slurp"

Wilson's tongue delved deeper, wiggling inside her ass. Ophelia bit her lip hard, fighting to stay quiet as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Oh god, Wilson," she whimpered, grinding back against his face. "Your tongue feels so good in my shitty ass."

Her stomach gurgled ominously. Despite the massive release earlier, she wasn't done yet.

"Pfffft" A small, wet fart bubbled out around Wilson's probing tongue.

"Mmmph!" he groaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through Ophelia's body.

She reached back, grabbing a fistful of his hair and shoving his face harder against her ass.

"That's it, you nasty boy," she panted. "Eat my filthy asshole. Taste how dirty I am for you."

Wilson's cock strained against his pants as he continued his oral assault on Ophelia's rear. The cramp space of the closet was thick with the stench of shit and lust.

Ophelia felt another wave building. "W-Wilson," she gasped. "I'm gonna... again..."

Her asshole clenched around his tongue as another torrent of liquid shit erupted, flooding Wilson's eager mouth.

Ophelia's hand clamped over her mouth, barely muffling her cries of ecstasy as her asshole erupted again. The burning sensation only intensified her pleasure, her sphincter clenching and spasming around Wilson's probing tongue.

"Mmmmmmphhh!" she groaned into her palm, tears of pleasure streaming down her face.

"SPLORRRT FRRRPPPBBTTT SPLAAATTT"

Wave after wave of liquid shit gushed out, coating Wilson's face and flooding his eager mouth. The acrid stench filled the tiny closet, so potent it made Ophelia's eyes water.

Wilson gurgled and slurped, swallowing as much as he could. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, leaking pre-cum at the sheer depravity of the act.

Ophelia's massive ass quivered and jiggled as she continued to release, her bowels seemingly endless. The burning in her asshole intensified, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that pushed her to new heights.

"F-fuck," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "It burns so good, Wilson. Don't stop... please don't stop..."

Her legs trembled, threatening to give out as another orgasm built rapidly. The constant stimulation of her sensitive, inflamed asshole was driving her wild.

As the torrent began to subside, Ophelia felt Wilson's tongue probe even deeper, licking her clean from the inside out. The sensation was too much.

"HNNNGGHHHH!" she cried out, unable to contain herself any longer. Her pussy clenched and gushed, soaking through her panties as she came hard.

Ophelia's body shook violently, her ass clenching around Wilson's tongue as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The burning in her asshole reached a fever pitch, intensifying her orgasm to nearly unbearable levels.

As she came down from her high, panting and sweating, Ophelia realized they were far from done. Her stomach gurgled ominously, promising more filthy delights to come…(damn)

Ophelia's breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to regain her composure. The burning in her asshole gradually subsided, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation.

"Huff Pant Oh god... Wilson..." she managed between breaths. "That was... intense."

She glanced back at Wilson, his face completely coated in her foul excrement. Despite the mess, his eyes gleamed with lust and adoration.

"Ugh... god, you shitted too much," Wilson chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Feel bad for the janitor."

Ophelia let out a breathless laugh, her massive ass jiggling with the movement. "Fuck... you're right. We made quite a mess, didn't we?"

Her stomach gurgled again, not as violently as before, but enough to promise more to come.

"Pffft" A small, wet fart escaped her well-used asshole.

"Mmmm," Wilson groaned, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the pungent aroma. "Smells like you're not done yet, babe."

Ophelia bit her lip, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding her system. "No... I don't think I am," she admitted.

She turned to face Wilson, her eyes roving over his defiled form. His cock strained against his pants, a large wet spot visible where pre-cum had soaked through.

"But first," she purred, sinking to her knees, "I think it's time I took care of you."

Her hands fumbled with his zipper, eager to free his throbbing member. As she did, another small fart bubbled out of her ass.

"Brrpt"

"Hope you're ready for round two," she whispered, her breath hot on his cock. "Because I've got plenty more where that came from..."

Ophelia's lips wrapped around Wilson's throbbing cock, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head. The taste of her own filth mingled with his pre-cum, creating a heady flavor that made her pussy throb with renewed arousal.

"I... NGH!!" Wilson cried out, his hands tangling in her hair as his legs trembled with pleasure.

"Slurp Gack Slurp"

Ophelia took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his impressive length. Her massive tits pressed against his thighs as she bobbed her head, taking him to the root with each pass.

"F-fuck, Ophelia," Wilson groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Your mouth feels so good..."

As she sucked him off enthusiastically, Ophelia felt another wave of gas building. Without missing a beat, she let it rip.

"BRAAAAPPPT!"

The force of her fart lifted her skirt, the rancid smell filling the tiny closet once again. The vibrations from her release traveled through her body, making her moan around Wilson's cock.

"Oh god," Wilson panted, his grip on her hair tightening. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

Ophelia redoubled her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. Her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, teasing his most sensitive spots.

Just as Wilson's cock began to pulse, signaling his impending orgasm, Ophelia's stomach lurched.

"SPLORRRT!"

A jet of liquid shit sprayed from her ass, splattering against the closet floor. The sheer depravity of the situation pushed Wilson over the edge.

"FUCK!" he roared, his cock erupting in Ophelia's eager mouth.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum flooded her throat as she continued to release from both ends. She swallowed greedily, savoring the mix of flavors - bitter shit, tangy cum, and musky sweat.

As Wilson's orgasm subsided, Ophelia pulled back, letting his softening cock slip from her lips. A string of cum and saliva connected them briefly before breaking.

"Mmm," she purred, licking her lips. "Delicious."

Her stomach gurgled again, promising more filthy fun to come. "Ready for another round?" she asked with a wicked grin.

“Ugh….maybe…..” Wilson as his cock get hard again.

Ophelia's eyes lit up with devilish glee as she watched Wilson's cock twitch and begin to harden again. The closet reeked of their combined filth, a pungent cocktail of shit, cum, and sweat that only fueled their depraved desires.

"Mmm, looks like someone's ready for more," she purred, her hand wrapping around his shaft and giving it a firm stroke.

"Gurgle Rumble"

Her stomach made its presence known once more, promising another explosive release. Ophelia's asshole clenched in anticipation, still sensitive and slightly swollen from earlier.

"Turn around," she commanded, her voice husky with lust. "I want you to fuck my filthy ass while I shit all over your cock."

Wilson groaned, his dick now fully erect. He spun around, bracing himself against the closet wall as Ophelia positioned herself behind him.

She spread her massive ass cheeks, her puckered hole glistening with a mix of saliva and residual shit. Without warning, she impaled herself on Wilson's hard cock.

"Fuuuuck!" she hissed, feeling her asshole stretch to accommodate him.

The sudden intrusion triggered another wave of gas and liquid shit.

"SPLORRRT FRRRPPPBBTTT"

A torrent of foul excrement erupted around Wilson's cock, coating it in a thick layer of brown sludge. The sensation was incredible - hot, slick, and so goddamn dirty.

"Oh god, Wilson," Ophelia moaned, starting to bounce on his shit-covered dick. "Your cock feels so good in my filthy asshole. Fuck me harder!"

She reached around to grab his hips, pulling him deeper into her with each thrust. Every movement sent jolts of pleasure through her body, her tits bouncing wildly as she rode him with abandon.

"BRAAAP SPLAT FRRRPT"

More shit sprayed out with each thrust, splattering against Wilson's balls and thighs. The closet filled with wet, squelching sounds as they fucked like animals in heat.

"That's it," Ophelia panted, her ass clenching around Wilson's cock. "Use my shitty hole. Make me your filthy anal slut!"

Ophelia felt Wilson's cock trembling inside her, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Her asshole clenched tighter around him, milking his shaft with each movement.

"Ngh... agh... god it's so tight..." Wilson groaned, his body shivering as he approached his limit.

"Don't you dare pull out," Ophelia hissed, reaching back to grab his ass and hold him in place. "I want every last drop of your cum in my shitty hole!"

Her stomach gurgled violently, signaling another imminent release.

"SPLOOORRRT FRRRPPPBBTTT"

A massive wave of liquid shit erupted around Wilson's cock, the force of it nearly pushing him out. But Ophelia's grip on his ass kept him buried deep inside her.

"Fuck!" Wilson cried out, the sensation of hot, slimy shit coating his dick pushing him over the edge.

His cock pulsed, shooting rope after rope of hot cum deep into Ophelia's bowels. The mixture of cum and shit created a perverse cocktail inside her ass, squelching obscenely with each twitch of his member.

"Yes! Yesss!" Ophelia moaned, her own orgasm crashing over her. Her pussy gushed, soaking her thighs and the floor beneath them.

Her asshole clenched rhythmically around Wilson's spurting cock, milking every last drop of cum from him. The burning sensation in her well-used hole only intensified her pleasure.

As their mutual climax subsided, both panting heavily, Ophelia felt Wilson start to pull out.

"Wait," she gasped, still sensitive. "Do it slowly. I want to feel every inch..."

Wilson obliged, slowly withdrawing his softening cock from her ass. As the head popped free, a flood of cum and shit gushed out, splattering onto the floor.

"SPLAT DRIBBLE PLOP"

Ophelia shuddered at the sensation, a small aftershock of pleasure rippling through her.

"Fuck," she breathed, turning to face Wilson with a satisfied grin. "That was incredible."

Ophelia gazed down at Wilson, her eyes roving over his exhausted form. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, mixed with streaks of her filth. Despite his fatigue, his cock gave an interested twitch as another wet fart bubbled out of her ass.

"Pffrrrt"

"Crap... it's exhausting..." Wilson panted, still on his knees.

Ophelia's stomach gurgled ominously, promising more depraved delights. She smirked, reaching down to run her fingers through his messy hair.

"Aww, is my dirty boy getting tired?" she cooed teasingly. "But we're not done yet, baby. My ass still has so much more to give."

She turned around, spreading her massive cheeks to reveal her gaping, shit-stained hole. A trickle of cum and brown sludge oozed out, dripping onto the floor.

"Sploosh"

"Clean me up," Ophelia commanded, her voice husky with renewed lust. "Every. Last. Drop."

Despite his exhaustion, Wilson's cock hardened at her words. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lap at her filthy asshole.

"Slurp Schlick Slurp"

Ophelia moaned softly, her hand moving to rub her clit as Wilson's tongue probed her sensitive rim.

"That's it," she purred. "Taste our nasty mixture. Show me what a filthy freak you are."

Five years had passed since that fateful day. Wilson and Ophelia's relationship had blossomed, their shared depravity bringing them closer together. Now married with children, their passion for each other - and their filthy fetishes - had only grown stronger.

Ophelia's body had changed during pregnancy, her already voluptuous figure becoming even more curvaceous. Her massive ass had expanded further, providing an even larger canvas for their perverse play. Though her shitting had mysteriously stopped during pregnancy, her gas production had increased tenfold, much to Wilson's delight.

Now, as Ophelia conducted a Zoom call with her class, Wilson found himself in familiar territory - buried beneath her enormous ass.

"Mmmff..." Wilson groaned, his face pressed firmly against Ophelia's puckered hole.

Above him, Ophelia struggled to maintain her composure as she addressed her students. Her face remained neutral, but a bead of sweat rolled down her temple as she fought to contain her pleasure.

"PFFFRRRRBBBBTTTTT"

A massive fart erupted from her ass, the sound muffled by Wilson's eager face. The force of it made her whole body shudder, her tits jiggling beneath her blouse.

"And so, class," Ophelia continued, her voice only slightly strained, "the importance of proper citation cannot be overstated."

Wilson inhaled deeply, savoring the pungent aroma of his wife's gas. His cock strained against his pants, rock hard and leaking pre-cum.

"BRAAAAAAPPPP"

Another forceful fart blasted directly into Wilson's face, the vibrations making his lips tingle. He moaned into her ass, the sound thankfully masked by her release.

Ophelia bit her lip, fighting back a moan of her own. Her pussy throbbed with arousal, soaking through her panties as she continued to gas her husband.

As the Zoom call dragged on, Ophelia's stomach gurgled ominously. For the first time in years, she felt the familiar pressure building. Her eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

"Remember, your essays are due next Friday," she managed to say, her voice slightly breathless. "Class dismissed."

As soon as she ended the call, Ophelia let out a long, loud moan. "Oh god, Wilson," she gasped. "I think... I think I'm gonna shit!"

It was a false alarm.

"FRRRRRRRRRPPPPPBBBBBTTTTTTTTT"

The massive fart erupted from Ophelia's ass, blasting directly into Wilson's eager face. The force of it was incredible, the hot gust of air making his cheeks ripple. The rancid stench filled his nostrils, a potent mixture of rotten eggs and methane that made his head spin with lust.

"Mmmmpphhfffuck!" Wilson's muffled cry was lost in the thunderous release as his cock pulsed violently in his pants. Spurt after spurt of hot cum soaked through his underwear, the pleasure bordering on pain due to the intensity of his orgasm.

Ophelia's eyes rolled back, her massive tits heaving as she panted through the minute-long fart. Her pussy gushed, soaking through her panties and leaving a wet spot on her skirt.

As the last of the gas escaped with a wet pfft, they heard the patter of little feet approaching.

"Mommy? Daddy?" called out their youngest son, Tyler. "What was that noise?"

"Yeah, it sounded like a monster!" added their daughter, Emma.

Their oldest, Jake, just giggled. "It was mommy's butt again, wasn't it?"

Ophelia quickly stood up, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering arousal. Wilson emerged from beneath her skirt, his face red and hair mussed.

"Um, yes sweethearts," Ophelia said, smoothing down her clothes. "Mommy's tummy was just a little upset."

Wilson nodded, discreetly adjusting his pants to hide the wet spot. "That's right, kids. Nothing to worry about."

Jake, being the oldest at 7, looked skeptical. "But why was daddy under your skirt, mommy?"

Ophelia and Wilson exchanged panicked glances, scrambling for an explanation that wouldn't scar their children for life.

"Well, you see..." Ophelia began, her mind racing. She looked to Wilson for help, wondering how they were going to explain their depraved fetish to their innocent children. He was still dazed from her powerful blast. His eyes were unfocused, a dopey grin plastered on his face as he swayed slightly. She was on her own for this one.

"Well, kids," Ophelia began, her mind racing. "You see, Daddy was just... checking Mommy's temperature!"

Jake, ever the inquisitive one, furrowed his brow. "But why under your skirt?"

Ophelia's face flushed deeper. "Um, because... that's where Mommy was feeling warm. And Daddy's face is very sensitive to heat, so he can tell if I have a fever."

Emma, their 5-year-old daughter, looked confused. "But I thought you use a thermometer in your mouth for that?"

"Yeah!" Tyler, the youngest at 3, chimed in. "Or in your butt!"

Ophelia's eyes widened in panic. "Well, you see... this is a special grown-up way of checking. It's, uh, more accurate."

Jake wasn't buying it. "But then why did it sound like Mommy's butt was talking?"

"Pffrt" A small fart escaped Ophelia as her nerves got the better of her.

"See!" Jake pointed accusingly. "It did it again!"

Ophelia sighed, realizing she was fighting a losing battle. "Okay, kids. The truth is, Mommy and Daddy were playing a special game. It's called... um... 'Gas Pass'."

Wilson, still dizzy, giggled at the name.

"In this game," Ophelia continued, "Mommy tries to... pass gas, and Daddy tries to... catch it with his face."

The children looked at each other, then back at their parents.

"Can we play too?" Emma asked excitedly.

Ophelia's jaw dropped, horrified at the thought. "No! I mean... it's a grown-up game. Only mommies and daddies can play it."

"Aww," the kids whined in unison.

"Now, why don't you all go play in the backyard while Mommy helps Daddy feel better?" Ophelia suggested, desperate to end this awkward conversation.

As the children reluctantly left, Ophelia turned to Wilson, who was finally regaining his senses.

"'Gas Pass'?" he slurred, still grinning. "Nice save, babe."

Ophelia collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. "God, that was close. We really need to be more careful." Chuckled.

“Your farts are way more powerful than usual….i don’t think I can last anymore” Wilson gets up slowly.

Ophelia watched Wilson struggle to his feet, concern mixing with arousal as she saw the toll her powerful emissions had taken on him. Her massive ass jiggled as she shifted on the couch, another gurgle rumbling through her gut.

"Fuck, babe," she breathed, her hand unconsciously moving to rub her bloated stomach. "I don't know what's gotten into me lately. It's like my ass has become a lethal weapon."

"Pffrrrt" A small fart escaped, the scent quickly filling the room.

Wilson swayed slightly, still dizzy from the earlier blast. "Your farts are way more powerful than usual... I don't think I can last anymore," he admitted, his voice hoarse.

Ophelia bit her lip, feeling both guilty and incredibly turned on. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't want to hurt you, but... god, it feels so fucking good to let loose like that."

Her pussy throbbed at the memory of Wilson's face buried in her ass, eagerly inhaling her toxic fumes. Despite the close call with the kids, she couldn't help but crave more.

"Maybe we need to find a way to... contain it better?" she suggested, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Or... maybe we need to train you up, build your tolerance."

Another loud gurgle emanated from her stomach, making them both pause. Ophelia's eyes widened as she felt an intense pressure building.

"Oh shit," she gasped, her hand flying to her ass. "Wilson, I think... I think it's finally happening. After all these years..."

She locked eyes with her husband, a mixture of excitement and nervousness evident in her expression. "I need to shit. Right. Now."

Ophelia waddled to the bathroom as quickly as her massive ass would allow, Wilson trailing behind her. As soon as they were inside, she yanked down her skirt and panties, plopping her enormous buttocks onto the toilet.

"Fuck, I can't hold it anymore," she groaned, spreading her cheeks wide.

Wilson knelt in front of her, his cock already hard and leaking. Without warning, Ophelia leaned forward and engulfed his entire length in her warm, wet mouth.

"Mmmmph!" she moaned around his shaft as her bowels finally released.

"SPLOOOOORT PLOP PLOP SPLAAAAT"

The toilet bowl filled rapidly with an ungodly amount of shit, the smell quickly permeating the small bathroom. Wilson's cock throbbed in Ophelia's mouth as the scent hit his nostrils, intensifying his arousal.

"Nnngh... babe... slow..." Wilson gritted his teeth, already on the brink of orgasm. But Ophelia was relentless, her head bobbing furiously as she continued to empty her bowels.

"FRRRPPPBBTTT SPLASH PLOP"

Another wave of shit erupted from her ass, accompanied by a massive fart that echoed off the bathroom walls. The vibrations traveled through her body, making her moan around Wilson's cock.

Wilson's hips bucked involuntarily, his balls tightening as he fought to hold back his release. But Ophelia wasn't letting up, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked him deeper.

The combination of the intense suction, the overwhelming stench, and the lewd sounds of Ophelia's defecation proved too much for Wilson. With a strangled cry, he exploded in her mouth, pumping rope after rope of hot cum down her eager throat.

Ophelia swallowed greedily, not missing a drop even as she continued to shit forcefully into the toilet. The dual sensations of fullness in her mouth and emptiness in her bowels sent her over the edge, her pussy gushing as she came hard.

As their shared orgasm subsided, Ophelia finally released Wilson's softening cock from her mouth. She panted heavily, her massive tits heaving with each breath.

"Holy fuck," she gasped, still seated on the toilet. "That was... intense."

Wilson nodded weakly, still reeling from the experience. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice hoarse. "But... I think I might need a break after this one, babe."

Ophelia chuckled, reaching for the toilet paper. "Fair enough, honey. But just wait until I'm ready for round two..."

“Heheheh😅 love you too….” Wilson said nervously slouching next to her. ‘Wow I really did it, married a beautiful woman and have kids, it’s too good to be true….’

As the years passed, they found creative new ways to indulge their fetishes while balancing family life. Late-night "gas pass" sessions became a regular occurrence, with Wilson gradually building up his tolerance to Ophelia's increasingly potent emissions.

Their children grew up none the wiser, though they often wondered why their parents spent so much time in the bathroom together. Few years later Jake, ever the observant one, eventually caught on as a teenager(age:13), but decided it was better left unmentioned.

Ophelia's body continued to change, her ass growing even more massive as she entered middle age. Her gas production increased exponentially, much to Wilson's delight and occasional dismay. They had to renovate their bedroom to include industrial-strength ventilation just to cope with her nightly releases.

Through it all, their love remained as strong as ever. They faced life's challenges together, always finding comfort and excitement in their shared depravity. Even in their golden years, they could be found giggling like teenagers as Ophelia ripped a massive fart in the nursing home common area, Wilson's face pressed eagerly against her wrinkled cheeks.

THE END

Hoped you enjoyed the ride

Chapter 4

Things started spiraling once Debbie started sharing her beer with the girls.

The beer bottles were piling up on the coffee table, and the tension in the room was palpable. Holly, Sarah, Debbie and Mark had spent the last hour locked in a fierce tournament of Mario Kart. Holly had been dominating all night, drifting her way to victory after victory, while Mark couldn’t seem to avoid spinning out or hitting a banana peel.

“Damn it!” Mark groaned, slumping back against the couch as Holly celebrated yet another win. “Why do I even play this stupid game? You’re all cheaters.”

“Cheating?” Holly laughed, tossing the controller onto the table triumphantly. “No, Mark. It's called strategy. Maybe try using it next time.”

She grinned at the mess of beer bottles and said, "Why don't you take a minute to cleanup and get us another round Bum boy?"

"Again!?" Mark asked shocked.

Sarah, perched beside Holly with a mischievous glint in her eye, chimed in. “Oh, stop whining, Marky. You know the rules—winner gets to boss the loser around. And tonight, Holly’s the President.” she thrust her hand up to point dramatically to Holly but in the process lost her balance and fell out of her perch, which caused the girls to shriek with laughter.

Mark groaned as he rose up to start collecting bottles.

Debbie, lounging back in the recliner, raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t go gettin’ sour on us now, Mark. You don’t want me teachin’ you another lesson, do ya?”

“No ma’am,” Mark mumbled, his cheeks pink with embarrassment.

The girls weren’t about to let it go, though.

“I think you should teach him another lesson,” Holly teased, nudging Sarah.

“Yeah, Deb,” Sarah encouraged, her laughter punctuated by hiccups. “That last time? That was somethin’ else. Never seen anything like it.”

Debbie smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Don’t you worry, girls. The way this boy’s been actin’, I reckon there’ll be another demonstration before long.”

Mark groaned as he shuffled toward the kitchen, arms full of bottles. But despite his grumbling, a flicker of hope danced in his chest. Maybe his behavior would earn him the punishment he secretly craved.

The laughter in the living room reached a new pitch when Debbie decided to up the ante. “Did I ever tell y’all about the night Mark judged a fartin’ contest at Hooters?”

Holly’s jaw dropped. “No way! At work!? Mark, you actually did that?” she burst out, her voice tinged with disbelief and amusement.

Sarah blinked, stunned. “Wait—him? Judging farting? At Hooters? Oh, this I have to hear.”

Both girls leaned forward, their eyes sparkling with anticipation as Debbie settled in to tell the tale.

“Ya'll ain't gonna believe this,” Debbie began, her Southern drawl thick and deliberate, “it was me, Anna, and Eileen. We’d had a rough night—kitchen was backed up, and everybody’s stomachs were churnin’ somethin’ fierce. Now, I couldn’t have the girls seen runnin’ to the bathroom every ten minutes, so I told them to handle their business in the back and that-" Debbie paused for a second to let out a cackle then continued, "I told em' 'Mark wouldn't mind, he's such a sweetheart, he'll keep it a secret too.' "

Holly and Sarah were already laughing as Debbie carried on, her Southern drawl making the tale even more colorful.

"And then, this sweet boy right here—” she gestured toward the kitchen where Mark was busy pretending not to listen—“got roped into helpin’ us settle a little…competition. See I wanted to go home early, and I felt left out not getting to participate in any of the fun they were having all night. I threw out the idea that we should have a little contest send the winner home early."

Sarah gasped between giggles. “Wait—so you just…what? Took turns?”

Debbie nodded, her grin widening. “Yup. One at a time, right in front of him. And let me tell ya, I brought my A-game that night. Don’t let this pretty face fool ya—your girl can hold her own.”

Holly wiped tears from her eyes. “Okay, but who won?”

Debbie leaned back with a smug smile. “Well, sugar, I already knew the crown was mine before we even started. I’ve been perfectin’ this craft for years.”

Mark emerged from the kitchen just in time to hear the end of Debbie’s story. His face was red, a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

“Deep down, I think he was impressed.” Debbie teased with a sly look.

The room erupted into laughter, and Mark shook his head, muttering, “You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance,” Debbie said, raising her beer with a wink.

Holly leaned back against the couch, her laughter fading into a sly smile as an idea took root.

“You know,” she began, her gaze darting between Sarah and Debbie, “I don’t think it’s fair y’all had a contest without me. I think we should have one right now.”

Mark nearly choked on his soda. “Oh, come on, Holly. Don’t you think the night’s been humiliating enough for me already?”

Holly grinned wickedly. “Hey rules are rules, and you have to do what I say.”

Debbie chuckled, shaking her head as she leaned forward to set her empty beer bottle on the coffee table. “Lord have mercy, girl. You sure about that? This ain’t no game for amateurs.”

Sarah smirked, still red-faced from all the drinking and laughing. “Yeah, Holz. You really think you can compete with us? You’ve been hypin’ yourself up all night, but I think you know Deb and I are on a whole nother level of wicked.”

“I can hold my own,” Holly shot back, crossing her arms. “In fact, I think that's why we gotta do this. You're all underestimating me. I bet I can win.”

Mark groaned, slumping deeper into the couch. “Why do I gotta be dragged into this?”

“Because you’re the judge, Bum Boy,” Holly said matter-of-factly, her mischievous grin returning. “Who else is gonna keep score? And besides, you’ve got experience.”

Debbie laughed, picking up another beer and popping the cap. “Well, what d’ya say, Mark? Hope you ain’t still traumatized from judgin’ my last performance.”

Mark sighed, glancing around the room. Holly’s competitive fire, Sarah’s drunken giggles, Debbie’s playful smirk—it was clear he didn’t have a choice. “Fine,” he muttered. “Let’s get this over with.”

The coffee table was pushed aside, and the living room transformed into an impromptu arena. Holly disappeared into the kitchen, reemerging with a bag of chips and a leftover container of baked beans. She shoved the beans into the microwave with a triumphant grin.

“Gotta fuel up,” she said confidently.

Debbie leaned back in her recliner, amused. “Beans, huh? Bold choice. But honey, you’re gonna need more than that to take me down.”

Sarah grabbed a slice of leftover birthday cake, still giggling as she took a bite. “Alright, but what are we even judging? Loudest? Smelliest? Longest?”

“Best two outta three,” Debbie declared, her confidence radiating.

“Deal,” Holly said, her eyes gleaming with determination.

Mark, already regretting his life choices, muttered under his breath as he watched the girls psych themselves up.

“Alright, Sarah,” Debbie said, clapping her hands. “Why don’t you start us off?”

Sarah, emboldened by alcohol and the absurdity of the situation, adjusted her position on the couch. She leaned slightly to the side, laughing nervously. Mark crawled over from the center of the living room, gently placing his face into her ass cheeks, resulting in more giggles from Sarah. The room went silent with anticipation.

"God this is harder than I thought, I've never pushed a fart out directly into someone's face like this." Sarah laughed nervously.

"Well now, sounds like you ain't really been livin' then huh?" Debbie teased, raising her beer bottle in a mock toast.

Before anybody else could say anything the silence was shattered by an impressive

BRAAAAP

The sound was short but sharp, echoing through the room like a firecracker. Sarah immediately burst into laughter, covering her face. “That’s the best I got right now!”

Mark winced as the sulfurous scent reached him.

“Not bad,” Debbie admitted with a nod. “But let me show you how it’s done.”

Debbie shifted in her recliner, her face calm and confident. Mark made his way over there trying his best not to look too eager.

“Oh, sugar, I knew ya missed me,” Debbie said with a wink before unleashing a thunderous BBBRRRRAAAAPPP that seemed to rattle the walls, and certainly Mark’s eardrums.

“Holy shit!” Holly exclaimed, half laughing, half horrified. “That was impressive.”

Mark, who had instinctively leaned back trying to recover from the pungent wave of rotten air, managed to croak, “Uh, yeah. Ten out of ten for volume.” The scent was very reminiscent of the meal they had earlier but Debbie's farts always seemed to pack an extra punch.

Debbie grinned smugly. “Your ta urn, Holly girl.”

Holly stepped into the center of the room, determination written all over her face. She propped one foot on the coffee table and closed her eyes in concentration.

She gestured for Mark to get behind her, which he was already in the process of doing. Only few seconds had passed before—PFFT!—a small, unimpressive noise escaped.

The room erupted in laughter. “Oh, honey,” Debbie said, wiping a tear from her eye. “That ain’t gonna cut it.”

“I’m just getting warmed up!” Holly snapped, her cheeks flushing red.

Mark was pleased with the light eggy scent he pulled from Holly’s jeans.

"Well, you got five minutes to get ready for the next round. I'm headin' outside for a smoke, and when I get back in, it's go time."

Mark, feeling like an unwilling soldier in some bizarre war, groaned when Holly suddenly shouted, “Mark, I need more beer, STAT!”

“Grab me one too,” Sarah added, her tone sweet but insistent.

Mark sighed, trudging off to the kitchen. When he returned, the girls were already chugging their drinks like athletes hydrating before a marathon. Holly drained half her bottle in one go before launching into a set of jumping jacks, clearly preparing for Debbie’s return.

When Debbie finally came back inside, stubbing out her cigarette on the porch, she clapped her hands together. “Alright, ladies. Let’s get this show back on the road.”

Holly spun around with a wicked grin. “Alright, loser, back on your knees,” she barked, pointing at Mark.

“You heard the president!” Sarah chimed in, her voice brimming with drunken amusement.

Mark made a grand show of sliding off the couch with exaggerated reluctance, muttering curses under his breath. Still, he knelt in the middle of the room, ready as he could be for what was coming.

Debbie, the clear veteran of the group, sauntered toward him with deliberate ease. She stopped just shy of his face and turned slightly, giving him a view of her rear. Without a word, she unleashed a slow, quiet hiss of a fart, the kind that seemed to stretch on for eternity. Though it wasn’t loud, its potency quickly filled the air, and Mark’s face twisted into a grimace.

“Oh, God,” he groaned, flailing his hand in front of his nose as if it could shield him. “What is that?!”

“Dinner, sugar,” Debbie replied sweetly, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Sarah stepped up next, giggling as she took Debbie’s place. She adjusted her stance and let out a quick series of pops, sharp and fast. The bursts were over in seconds, but the smell hit like a truck.

Mark gagged, covering his face. “What is wrong with you people?”

“My turn, my turn!” Holly cheered, practically bouncing with excitement. She rushed over to Mark, who looked more resigned than ever.

Leaning forward, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and smirked. “Time to get reacquainted with my ass, up close and personal.”

Then came a low, vibrating BRRRPPTTT that reverberated through the room. Everyone froze for a moment, stunned by the sheer audacity of it.

“Okay, that’s bad,” Sarah admitted, pinching her nose.

“Real bad,” Debbie agreed, waving a hand in front of her face. “Maybe this girl’s got some potential after all.”

Mark groaned and rubbed his temples, but Holly was already grinning like she’d won.

“Okay!” she declared, throwing her arms in the air. “I think I’m getting the hang of this. What do we think? One more round? I still have a chance!”

“Whatever Madam President wants,” Sarah teased, tipping her beer toward Holly. “I’m having way more fun than I thought I would. This night’s been insane.”

Debbie chuckled, finishing the last sip of her drink. “Tell ya what, I’m more than ready. Why don’t I go first? Give y’all a second to pull yourselves together.”

This time, Debbie didn’t even approach Mark directly. Instead, she strolled over to her recliner, bent forward, and rested her hands on the armrests, sticking her rear into the air with practiced ease.

Mark, already dreading what was coming, hesitated before kneeling behind her. Debbie glanced over her shoulder with a knowing smirk before releasing a steady BBBRRRMMMMM, the sound rumbling on and on, seemingly without end.

When it finally stopped—almost a full minute later—Sarah started clapping. “Damn, Deb! That’s some serious control. I’m not sure if I can top that,” Sarah admitted as she stepped forward, “but I know I can get pretty close.”

Sarah’s attempt was indeed shorter but still comparable in sound and smell, earning her a few cheers from Holly, who was clearly loving the absurdity of it all.

Finally, it was Holly’s turn. She paced the room, psyching herself up. “Alright,” she muttered to herself. “This is it. My time to shine.”

She took a deep breath, crouched slightly, and motioned for Mark to get into position. As he leaned closer, Holly grabbed his hair and grinned. “Alright, Mark. Don’t mess this up. Your president wants a clean sniff—no coughing until you’ve inhaled the whole thing.”

Mark, not really capable of speaking from between her asscheeks simply nodded his head and was rewarded with a ,surpris,ingly loud but short BRAAAP. It was still loud by Holly’s standards but nowhere near Debbie or Sarah when it came to smell. However Mark definitely enjoyed that Holly’s farts weren't too offensive to inhale. They were almost pleasant.

The effort and volume alone though earned her a round of applause from everyone, even Mark.

“Well, I’ll be,” Debbie said, raising her beer in salute. “Looks like the kid’s got some fight in her after all.”

Mark slumped back against the couch, grabbing a pillow to cover his face. “Can we please never do this again?”

Debbie chuckled as she finished off her drink. “Darlin’, you survived, and that’s somethin’ to be proud of.”

Holly, looking triumphant, leaned back with a satisfied grin. “Don’t worry, Mark. I think I’ve proven my point.”

Debbie smirked. “You did all right, but you’re still a long way from takin’ my crown.”

Sarah raised her bottle, clinking it against Holly’s. “Not bad, Holz. Not bad at all.”

Mark watched Holly pump her fist in excitement as he cleaned up and put the living room back in order.

Debbie must've took pity on him because she joined in helping him, clearing up empty bottles and moving to the kitchen.

Not long after the place was cleaned up Debbie announced she was heading off to bed. With a coy smile she offered Mark the couch to sleep on if he was too tired to drive home. Then shut the door to her bedroom as Holly excitedly begged Mark to sleepover.

All reasonable thoughts told Mark he should head home. But his rock hard cock and aching balls had a far more enticing argument to stay.

Hey Everyone! Part 5 of my gassy giantess fantasy series! Sorry about the wait, life has been busy for me. Please read the earlier parts for context. Without any Further ado, here goes!

Marie had been taking a barrage of Cassandra's gas for several days now. Her skin burned, her vision was blurry, her ears rang, and her nose and lungs felt like they've been sinched off. Being trapped in the fart tunnel, sucking up all of Cassandra's toxic gas, had been really taking its toll. Cassandra's body ached. She'd been suspended and been forced to produce an unholy amount of Giga-bean gas. Her belly was swollen worse than normal and was constantly grumbling and churning, producing the toxic bi-product of mountains and mountains of Giga-beans. She felt horrible for putting her old friend through such gassy torture, but she had no choice. Her belly was so bloated and full of gas, she either had to fart on her friend, or her belly would burst from all the gas brewing inside her. Cassandra's belly groaned loudly, preparing her latest volley of gas. She bit her lower lip again, the sweat from her forehead, ran down along her gigantic body and dripped off her titanic buttocks onto Marie's naked body. She was grateful for the smelly sweat, as it at least cooled her aching body slightly. The pressure inside Cassandra's body was too great for her to contain and she knew she had to rip another massive fart. Cassandra could do little to hold it back even if she wanted too, so she unleashed another toxic stream of hot Giga-bean gas onto Marie yet again. Marie was violently shaken as Cassandra's noxious gas washed over her. She was almost numb to it at this point, almost. The smell was still toxic sulfur burning every orifice of her body as it washed over her. Her lungs and belly were filled with Cassandra's gas.

Mordac watched in glee, as his storage tanks filled with Cassandra's toxic gas. His top scientists have developed crude refinement equipment and he watched the machines turned her gas into power cells. His crude energy weapons and tanks shot Cassandra's toxic refined gas. The power cells could also be used to power the terrible tanks and vehicles. No army in the kingdom was so technologically advanced enough to stand up to his terrible war machines. His first army nearly had all the power cells they needed to begin his conquest of the land. He wanted to make sure his prized power source was producing enough fuel to fulfill his terrible dreams.. He went to check on his prize. As he walked back towards Cassandra, he heard her rip a fart so big it caused the entire cavern to shake. Meanwhile Sini, Marie's loyal steed, creep into the cavern as well. Sini had followed the two girls all along and now was his time to shine. He had to be careful, not to be spotted by the orc guards patrolling the cavern complex. He took his time and stuck to the shadows, sometimes he would have to wait a day or two before he could move. He finally entered the cavern where Cassandra was being suspended and force to produce her toxic gas. He studied the conveyor belt and it's controls from a distance, biding his time for the perfect chance to strike...

Mordac gleaned at Cassandra as she hung helplessly beneath him. Cassandra said, "When I get out of her I'm going to gas you to kingdom come!" Mordac laughed manically, "I've have this entire kingdom conquered before you can even dream of loosening a single restraint! You're gas is going to last waste to anyone who stands before me! Now bottoms up!" Mordac flipped the switch and more mountains of Giga-beans streamed down into Cassandra's mouth. She stopped resisting it a few days ago, as the hooks were beginning to hut her face. She swallowed her biggest load of Giga-beans yet, as the greedy Orc did not want to wait for his prize of conquest. Cassandra's belly grew to an enormous size as her belly began turning the beans into terrible terrible gas. Her belly groaned and grumbled with enough force to shake the cavern yet again. Marie watched helplessly as her friends buttocks prepared another volley for her to endure. Cassandra tried to hold back her massive gas expulsion for as long as she could but she felt as though her belly were going to burst again. Mordac laughed manically while Sini snuck up behind him. Sini approached Mordac and turned himself around and back-kicked the would be tyrant off the platform and into Cassandra's mouth. Mordac fell screaming as Cassandra chewed him up and swallowed him. She let out a loud belch in relief and managed to hold in her gas little longer.

Sini kicked the controls, releasing Cassandra's restraints. She fell to the ground with a massive crash and hoped she had crushed her friend. She tore the funnel and hose off her naked buttocks and dug out her fart weary friend. Marie was barely conscious, as Cassandra held her in her hand and smiled. Marie smiled back at her and looked up and saw her loyal steed. "Sini, you saved us!" she said. Sini stood up on his back legs and neighed triumphantly. Cassandra looked up at him and smiled as well. Their moment was short-lived however, as the massive crash alerted the other orcs to the cavern. Cassandra quickly picked up Sini and Marie and began to search for an exit from the subterranean layer. The orcs chased after her, as her giant footsteps crashed along the ground, shattering everything in her path. Her belly shook violently as it grumbled, prepared her next horrible gas blast, and she unleashed as she ran, blasting the pursuing orcs in her toxic gas. The force from the explosion of her ass, pushed her along as well, as the orcs drowned in her toxic gas. Cassandra's momentary boost was enough for her to see the exit to the cavern. She sprinted towards it, as her belly began to groan and swell again. She struggled to move, with the atomic gas brewing inside her, but pressed on.

She finally exited the caverns mouth. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the sunlight, when Marie shouted, "block them in! knock that boulder down!" Cassandra hatched an idea, and replied, "Not just yet, I have something for them!" Her belly swelled and groaned even more as her noxious gas began to build inside her. She dropped Sini and Marie to the ground and said, "You don't want to stand behind me for this!" She planted her feet firmly on the ground and braced herself for her biggest gas yet. Her belly shook the ground beneath her, as it rumbled violently. She placed her enormous ass cheeks into the entrance of the cavern and unleashed her horrible prize. Her gas spewed out like a dragons flame. It went on for several minutes, as Sini and Marie, could only watch in horror, at their friends, terrible gassy talent. Cassandra pushed all the gas she could out of her and into the cavern. Her bloated belly pushed out almost all its gas into the cavern, while Cassandra continued to rip her colossal fart. She finally ran out of gas, and her butt belched a small BRUMFT of a toot. Cassandra laughed and said, "Sorry for my bad gas boys!" and smashed the rocks above the entrance with her fist, sealing in her toxic Giga-bean gas fueled tomb.

Cassandra placed her hands on her hips and laughed triumphantly. Marie was laughing and celebrating her freedom as well. Marie looked up at her friend, as her naked body towered over her and said, "does this mean you're finally out of gas?" Cassandra's belly, as if on cue, rumbled violently and began to swell again. Cassandra said, "Honey, I'll be tooting for years! I have so much gas in me. Those Giga-beans always make me fart like crazy and I've never eaten so many in my life! so I think my bad gas is going to get even worse! bigger and smellier farts!" Marie's face went blank as Cassandra lifted a leg to release her latest gassy expulsion. It was shorter and bassier than normal, but the smell, as Cassandra predicted, was somehow even worse, as her gas cloud enveloped the area around them. Cassandra smiled, and said, "see! told you I'm still gassy! Whew that was a bad one huh!" Cassandra laughed and picked up Sini and Marie and placed them on her shoulder and the three of them thundered along to their quest.

The surviving orcs trapped in the tunnel with nothing to breath but Cassandra's toxic gas, re-grouped with Mordac's second in command, Korvac. Korvac surveyed the weapons, tanks, and energy cells. He made plans to dig his way out, and take the kingdom for himself!

Hope you all enjoyed! Part 6 coming soon!

After completely destroying the bathroom, Jenna went right back to the buffet. Loaded up on all her favorites like Mac & Cheese, and Wings, and fried potatoes. She stuffed her face and chugged another 3 margaritas before her friends were ready to leave. I called an Uber for us while we waited outside the restaurant, at this point she was pretty tipsy to say the least.

Jenna: “Ughh, I ate sooo much. I’m so bloated my bra is digging into my stomach. I gotta take this off”.

She proceeded to unhook her bra under her cropped shirt and lift up her shirt to take it off, briefly flashing everyone around us.

Me: “Jenna! Your..”

J: “I know, I know, everyone seen boobs before they’ll be okay. I feel better now though”

A few minutes go by and finally the Uber pulls up. She opens the door to get in then suddenly stops

pppphhhhhhhttttt

A long, wet fart escapes from her ass. The driver turns around in shock, in disbelief at what he just heard. Jenna just calmly says “That wasn’t me” and gets in.

The 20 minute ride turned into 40 because of an accident. To make it worse, the car was incredibly hot since the A/C wasn’t working. Exasperated from the heat and even more drunk than when we left the restaurant, Jenna became annoyed. “It’s so fucking hot in here” she said as she proceeded to lean back in the seat, spreading her legs, exposing her musty pussy. Her scent immediately filled the car. The driver looked in his rearview mirror but kept quiet.

We got closer to our destination, she’s rubbing her stomach with her head back, clearly in discomfort. Then I notice her stomach tense up. No way she’s about to do what I think she’s gonna go, I hear a low hissing noise that wasn’t very noticeable. It was definitely a fart, but the driver didn't notice. Jenna looked over at me and went 🤫, but it was pointless because she’d soon out herself. She gave one more push…

pppphhhhlllllaaattttt

She burst out into a fit of laughter. “OMG, that was supposed to be silent”. The strong stench of her gas filled the hot car causing me to cough. The once silent driver was fed up, he yelled “That’s enough! I’m ending your ride. Get out of my car!!”.

We exited the car, only a few blocks away from our apartment. Jenna was still giggling as we walked and said “I bet his car is gonna stink all weekend”. We took a shortcut through a nearby park, “I have to pee soooo bad” she said. Luckily there was a bathroom at the back of the small park. She quickly walked towards it and noticed a small sign “Out of order” it read. She pulled the door anyways, but it was locked shut.

Me: “Well, at least we’re only 2 blocks from the house.”

J: “Yeah, I’m not gonna make it though.”

Me: “Well you can’t go right here” Pointing to the soccer field “There’s people everywhere”

J: “I knowwwww. Ugghhh….oh wait! C’mon”

She started walking towards an empty gazebo at the back of the park away from people. Once we got there, she sat on the bench facing away from the field. “Okay” she said “Just sit next to me and lookout”. She scooted towards the end of the bench, lifted her skirt up, and almost instantly a strong stream of piss exited her pussy. Quickly flooding the wooden floor of the gazebo.

“Damn!” I said. She replied “yeah I’ve been holding it for awhile. I almost pissed in the Uber from laughing”. She made a face and a small fart released from her ass with a small pop noise. She commented “That was tiny”. Her stream of pee began to trickle down, there was now a substantial pool underneath her. She sighed in relief. Just as she was to pull her skirt down she said “wait, one more” as she scrunched up her face.

ssssppppppphhhlllllllllaatttt

A loud, wet sounding fart erupted from her ass, even louder than the one that got us kicked out the car. Her face quickly changed from relief to shock, “oh fuck” she said, as a huge log dropped from her ass, splashing in her pool of piss.

“I’m so sorry babe” she said “I really thought it was just gonna be a fart". She frantically looked through her purse for something to wipe with, but no luck. Turning towards me..

J: “Give me your undershirt. I’ll buy you a new one”

I obliged and gave her my undershirt. She got deep in the crevices of her thick ass, then dropped the shirt right on top of the mess she had just made. We left quickly before anybody noticed, as we passed the park bathroom she laughed and said “I guess the gazebo is out of order now too”

We finally got to back to our apartment she turned to me with a sad face

J: “I’m sorry I’ve been so disgusting today. Do you still like me??”

Me: “of course I do, I always will”

J: “Okay good cuz I’m actually really horny. Lay down”

I laid down on the couch, she climbed on top of me with her ass facing me, unbuttoned my pants and started sucking my dick. A few minutes in I heard her stomach gurgle, then her dirty asshole puckered and without warning…

ppppssshhhhhtttt

She blew an airy fart out of her ass. Her amazing scent went right up my nose, It was the first time she had ever done it directly on my face. I was so overwhelmed I moaned. She stopped sucking, leaned back to put her full weight on me, snickered quietly and said..

“I knew you loved my dirty ass”…

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New story for you guys, this time short enough to actually fit in Reddit's text posts! I'll put in some other links at the bottom if you prefer DeviantArt or Google Docs for reading stories, but the full story is below as well. This one features my two OCs, Kristi and Laura. The former is hung over, and her usual fart-loving attitude has faded. The latter wants to put her tolerance to the test. Hope you guys enjoy!

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[Fetish warning: girls farting, burps, mild allusion to scat.]

Laura pulled a warm blanket over her legs and sat back in her armchair. She took a sip of coffee and sighed. A few precious moments of alone time in the early morning were a rare luxury for her. She gently blew on the surface of the coffee to cool it, wafting steam outwards. She pulled her plush dressing gown close around her shoulders. The living room was settled in a comforting silence, with only the muffled birdsong from outside threatening to shatter the quietude.

It was peaceful.

“Ughhhhhhh…”

Until it wasn’t.

Laura exhaled through her nose softly, her moment of bliss interrupted by a grunt from upstairs. She could hear Kristi shuffling around through the ceiling. After a short sip of her coffee, she leaned forward and placed it on the side table. She cast her eyes over to the stairs, just as Kristi made her way down.

Laura’s girlfriend looked like she’d fallen backwards into a bush. Her short black hair was messier than normal, with her green highlights frizzed outwards. Her face was pale and the shadows beneath her eyes gave her a distinct resemblance to a panda. She wore nothing but a loose tank top and baggy pyjama bottoms that were exposing half of her ass. The waistband pinched in on her cheeks gently.

Kristi gave Laura a half-lidded look before flopping down onto the sofa with an undignified groan.

“You overdid it last night, huh hon?”

“Shhhshhsh…” Kristi muttered, waving her hand about, “Not so loud…”

Laura rolled her eyes, whispering under her breath, “My point exactly…”

Kristi nestled her head into a fluffy pillow, “Liz challenged me to a drinking contest…”

“And that went… well?”

Kristi only grumbled into her pillow in response. Laura got up from her chair, perched herself on the arm of the sofa and ran her fingers through Kristi’s hair. She hadn’t seen Kristi hung over before, and wasn’t quite sure how to help. She glanced over at her discarded blanket, and decided to rest it over Kristi’s back to keep her warm and comfortable.

BLLLLLMMMMMBBBRRRRRRUUUUUUUMMMPPPPLLLLLRRRAAAAPPT!

Mere seconds after Laura had laid the blanket on her, Kristi unceremoniously blasted it off of herself with a thunderclap of a fart. The blanket fell in a heap on the living room floor, and the air was tainted with a swift-moving stink. As well as Kristi’s usual scents of spoilt milk and rancid beef, a noticeable tinge of alcohol was also mixed in. Laura covered her nose and sighed.

“Aghhhhh…” Kristi groaned, clamping her hands over her ears, “Too louuuud…”

Laura folded her free arm across her chest, “You only have yourself to blame. Goodness, that reeks…”

Kristi curled her legs up towards her chest, her pyjama bottoms slipping further down her butt and putting more of her cheeks on display. She took in a couple of sniffs, and much to Laura’s surprise, started coughing.

“Ugh, yuck…” Kristi managed to say between gags for air.

Laura raised an eyebrow. Normally, Kristi couldn’t get enough of her own farts, but she sounded genuinely disgusted by her most recent emission. “What, not enjoying the smell?”

Kristi shook her head drowsily, “Too much… Burns…”

Laura frowned in thought. Kristi being grossed out by her own brand was unheard of. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony, “You know, if you weren’t hung over, I think you’d really like what you let out. Then again, if you hadn’t gotten so drunk, it probably wouldn’t quite smell like this.”

Kristi made a noise somewhere between a groan and a snort, fidgeting on the sofa restlessly. “It’s sooooooo bad…”

Laura pursed her lips. A question started forming in the back of her head, and her curiosity was pushing her to find an answer. Gently lifting one cheek to the side and aiming her rear towards Kristi, she pushed on her tummy.

Prrrrrmmmbbbbvvvv-THHHRRRRUUUUMMMMPPPPPLLLLAAAPT!

Transitioning from a bubbling purr to a thundering blast, Laura’s fart was generally quite subdued for her standards. Still, after the first few seconds, she decided to put a bit more pressure behind the release, making sure that Kristi could hear her as well as smell her. She wafted a hand casually past her butt, sending the stench over to where Kristi was lying.

Almost immediately, Kristi’s eyes widened, and she began coughing on the smell, burying her face in the couch cushions and shutting her eyes. She squirmed and groaned, trying in vain to keep the smell away.

“Lauuuuuuura… Whyyyyyyyyyy…” Kristi whined meekly between coughs. She lifted her head, and Laura saw just how watery Kristi’s eyes had become.

“Hm? Oh, sorry, was that a bit too much for you?” Laura said, trying (and failing) to hide her smug grin. The gas-play that Kristi was so fond of didn’t really interest her, but it was very rare for her to have this sort of power in their relationship dynamic. She couldn’t resist giving Kristi a whiff of her own medicine.

Laura retrieved her piping hot mug of coffee from the table, and blew on it gently.

Bllllbbbvvvpt! Brrrmmmbbbvvvrrrapt! Plllvvvrrrrrrooooorrrrrpt!

As she cooled the mug, her butt decided to blow out a trio of warm, rumbling farts that heated her dressing gown. The smell was hardly pleasant, but Laura could just about handle her own brand when she hadn’t had dairy. Normally, Kristi would revel in the stink…

“Noooooooooo… Stop…!” Kristi fanned her hand weakly by Laura’s rear. The vibrations of the blasts rattled through the sofa, and exacerbated Kristi’s migraine. The sound, while quiet for most, felt deafening for Laura’s poor hung-over girlfriend.

Laura couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, “What was that? No stop? That’s improper grammar, surely a writer such as yourself would know better… But if you’re telling me not to stop, who am I to say no?”

Kristi whined into her pillow and jutted her half-mooning ass into the air.

FLLLLLLRRRMMMMMMMMPPPPRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPRRRRRRRRPT!

Kristi grunted as a behemoth of a fart burst out of her cushy rear. The fabric of her pyjamas flapped in the wake of her wind, and a haze of fermented fumes filled the air within seconds. The skunk-like spray would have been something that, under normal circumstances, Kristi would have greatly enjoyed sampling with two fingers and ten minutes of privacy. But in the throes of painful sobriety, all she could do was clutch her ears shut. And when the smell hit, she nearly choked. But even that was better than being subjected to Laura’s gas at a time like this.

“Nnnngh…” Kristi grumbled, sniffling quietly. The intensity of the smell had started to irritate her sinuses, which were usually adept at handling her own brand. “Too loud…”

Laura sipped her coffee, tapping her fingers against the mug. She could feel her lower intestine bubbling with sharp and bitter fumes, but she kept her rear clenched. Letting the concoction boil into a nastier brew would put Kristi’s dedication to the limit.

“Oh, Kristi, dear?” Laura spoke softly, running her fingers gently by Kristi’s ear. Her hungover girlfriend quivered, lifting her head groggily. “I’ve got a nice… steamy fart cooking, just for you…”

Laura’s description was something she’d borrowed from one of Kristi’s favourite fart fetish videos. On occasion, Kristi would play a video or two for her, just so Laura could learn some of the appeal for their foreplay sessions. She knew that if anything could make Kristi melt, it’d be to seductively describe her own gas right by her ear.

“Uhhhnnggghhh… Can I have it later…? I can’t handle it now…” Kristi looked up at Laura with her bright blue eyes, almost pleading for her lungs to be spared.

Laura set her coffee back down and slid off the arm of the sofa. She crouched down next to Kristi, and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Kristi trembled, one of her hands drifting towards her groin. Laura intercepted, holding Kristi’s hand gently.

“So, you are feeling horny, then?” Laura brushed Kristi’s bangs out of her eyes.

Kristi nodded meekly, “I love you, but I just… can’t deal with… with…”

BLLLLLLMMMMPPPPRRRRAAAAAAAAVVVVVVRRRRRROOOOORRRRRPT!

As if to finish her sentence, Kristi’s bulbous cheeks rippled with a deep, warbling fart that splattered her pyjamas with stale sweat. The pungent reek of alcohol thickened in the air. Kristi’s eyes shut, wincing at the sheer magnitude of stink she was putting out. She felt as if she was pumping out a volcano’s worth of sulphuric gas into the room with each second her ass was erupting. The calamitous quakes would have normally made her soaking wet, but the noise only served to heighten her nausea.

Laura grimaced as the pungent fumes seared her nose. At least her and Kristi were on the same page for once; her farts smelled terrible. She almost felt bad about subjecting Kristi to her own farts. Almost being the operative word. Laura had been subjected to countless SBDs, bubbly rippers and sopping-wet blasts from Kristi, and Kristi had delighted in every single one. What harm was there in a little payback?

“Aww, can’t you hold it in?” Laura put on a sweet, sing-song tone of voice as she got to her feet. She stroked Kristi’s shoulder with the back of her hand. “That makes two of us… I feel a huge fart, just desperate to bust out…”

Kristi scrunched up her face, “Noooooo… Hold it in…”

Laura tapped her chin, “Hmm… I might hold it in, if you can hold it in for the next half-an-hour.”

A seismic groan of discomfort roared from within Kristi’s tightly-packed tummy, and a small belch of despair escaped her lips. “Uooouuuuurrrruuuup! I can’t…”

With a small shrug, Laura sat down on the front edge of the sofa, right by Kristi’s head. “Suit yourself, but as soon as your dam bursts, so does mine.” Emphasis of her threat came in the form of a tumultuous grumble resonating through her pudgy middle. Even through her thick dressing gown, the gastric distress was perfectly clear.

Kristi whimpered, staring longingly at Laura’s ass. Under different conditions, a face-fart from her girlfriend would have had her salivating, but all she could feel was dread for her poor, hyper-sensitive nose. She squirmed on the sofa as her bowels twisted like writhing serpents, a huge bubble of fermented fumes begging for release. She could feel her colon swelling as the gas descended. If she could just clench for a bit longer, perhaps the urge would fade…

Or perhaps she could be a bit more devious. Laura wouldn’t cut loose unless Kristi farted first… but what if Laura didn’t hear Kristi’s fart? It was a gamble, but one that she was willing to take. Carefully, she bent her left leg at the knee, doing her best to find a position where her cheeks wouldn’t resonate with the gas being let out.

Phhhhhsssssssssssshhhhhhhhsssssssssssssssss-ffffffffffsssssssssssssssssssssssssst…!

Gushing out of her like steam rolling out of a kettle, Kristi eased a toxic stream of sweat-soaked silent gas into the air. Even in her groggy state, she could immediately tell that her plan wasn’t going to work. The humidity alone told her that this fart would stink, and it wasn’t long before the sinus-searing stench made its way back to its creator. Immediately, Kristi wretched. Sure, the sound didn’t give her a headache, but the smell more than made up for it. She could feel the veins pulsing in her head, and the capillaries in her eyes felt as if they were filling with fire.

The only mild consolation was that Laura didn’t cope much better with the stench. As soon as her nose picked up on the scent of pickled eggs and fermented herring, her hands clamped over her face. Her eyes brimmed with tears, her lungs burned, and she shot to her feet in a vain attempt to escape the smell. It was by far the worst fart she’d smelled from Kristi… Well, perhaps not by far. Kristi was capable of many apocalyptic stenches. Regardless, as soon as Laura recovered from the shock, she clenched her fists and looked down at her hung-over girlfriend.

“You really thought you could slip that one by me?” Laura said sternly between coughs.

Kristi looked up at her pleadingly. “I’m soooooooorry… Please don’t make it smell worse in here…”

Laura sighed. She was tempted to take up that advice. After all, Laura didn’t like the smell any more than Kristi did currently. Perhaps she should just nip to the bathroom and let out the rest of her gas in there…

No. If she had to put up with one of Kristi’s worst SBDs, then she was going to return a fraction of that payback. Whatever was knocking at her back door wasn’t going to be pleasant, but Kristi was going to smell it one way or another.

Laura turned around, her backside facing Kristi. She looked over her shoulder, watching her girlfriend’s eyes widen in a mixture of shock and muted lust. Before Kristi could muster any energy to move, Laura sat down right on her face. She tried not to put down her full weight, but she made sure to keep Kristi pinned down. At last, the humid swirling gas bubbles descended down to their final destination.

BLLLLLLLMMMMVVVVVVRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPRRRROOOORRRRPT!

Even through the thick fabric of her dressing gown, every rumble, pop and bubble of Laura’s intense gas blast was clearly defined. The heat of the release was immediate and overwhelming, cloying in Kristi’s nose within seconds. She kicked her legs out and squirmed, trying to push Laura away, but her hangover left her too weak to manage anything. While Laura didn’t take any pleasure in farting, she did enjoy the feeling of Kristi groping at her ass in a failed attempt to displace her. The sulphuric tinge in Laura’s gas was somehow fouler than Kristi’s brand, like urine-soaked rotting eggs left to fester in a landfill site.

Part of Laura wondered just how worse the fart would have been if she’d had milk, but she knew for a fact that things would have gone far messier with dairy in her system. She was thankful for that, at least; this was her favourite dressing gown, and she did not want to defile it.

Once the fart finished, Laura shifted her hips from side to side, pressing the stink in against Kristi’s face. Kristi’s squirming had started to die down, though it was hard to tell if it was from exhaustion or lack of clean air.

“Well, there you go, that’s what you get for trying to be sneaky.” Laura said, folding her arms over her chest. “Now, I think you’ve suffered eno-”

PLLLLOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPRRRRMMMMMPPPPRAAAAAAAPRRRPT! BLMPT!

A double-tap fart shot down out of Laura, catching her completely off-guard. The twin blasts rumbled against Kristi’s face with as much intensity as her previous releases, albeit with slightly less heat behind them. Laura could feel Kristi coughing into her ass fat, which felt quite strange.

Cautiously, Laura got to her feet. Immediately, Kristi sat up and gasped for air, but she was only met with the miasma the couple had been generating all morning. She fanned in front of her face frantically.

“Ugh, that… oooooogh… That smell…” Kristi trailed off, steadying her breath.

“Yeah, sorry about that… I only meant to let out one fart…” Laura admitted sheepishly.

“…Yeah, uhhhhh…” Kristi tapped her index fingers together, “I don’t suppose you could sit on my face and do that again?”

Laura raised an eyebrow. “I thought you hated the smell?”

“Oh, trust me, I did,” Kristi said, “but I think the hangover’s worn off. I feel much better.”

“Good enough to huff some farts and touch yourself?” Laura muttered sarcastically.

“Yeah, exactly! You know me so well~” Kristi responded, taking Laura’s words at face value.

Laura pouted, “I should be getting dressed, I have some errands to run today.”

Frowning, Kristi watched Laura head back upstairs. “C’mon, not even a small toot? Hell, I’ll take a burp, I’m not fussy!”

Kristi received nothing but a cold shoulder. She sighed, putting her hand down the front of her pyjama bottoms. “Looks like I have to do everything myself…”

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Hello! I am a passionate writer who just loves gas enough to write it haha. I write a variety of kinks and fetishes, including gas, watersports, and scat, but gas is definitely one of my favorites to write and personally my best to work with.

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Been here before but forgot my password. Trying my hand at some fictional stories let me know what you think.

Backstory: Jenna, my girlfriend, was a 28 year old, beautiful, thick, fair complexioned Black woman with light brown hair. She resembled an IG model but had developed a bit of a belly from her eating habits.

We arrived at the restaurant for Jenna’s friend’s birthday brunch. She was still very hungover from the 8 margaritas she had the prior night. Between that and the 5 slices of pizza she drunkenly ate at 3am, her stomach was not happy.

J: “I really hope my stomach settles down. I love the food here and it’s all you can eat”.

We approached the restaurant, she was wearing her favorite outfit, a pink 2-piece cropped shirt and skirt set. However, she had definitely outgrown it as the skirt would ride up and expose her ass cheeks every few steps. She was sipping a Gatorade when the host motioned to her and said “Sorry, ma’am. No outside drinks are allowed.” Annoyed, Jenna took a huge gulp and tossed the bottle towards the trash can (she missed but didn’t bother to pick it up). The host said “Okay, follow me to…”

Burrrrppppptttttt

The host looked surprised and disgusted, but Jenna didn’t care and sheepishly said “What? I had to burp"

We got to the table on the patio, she greeted her friends and she sat down. Immediately she started telling her best friend, Ashley, how bloated and hungover she was from last night.

Ashley: “You need to stay away from me then. I know how you get when you’re hungover”. She said jokingly

Jenna: “Don’t worry. I’ll turn my ass towards KJ (me) so you won’t have to suffer..haha”

The restaurant was buffet style, so we grabbed our plates and headed towards the food. We started at the omelette station, her favorite was a western omelette with extra cheese. As we’re waiting, a rancid smell hits my nose. A mix of sulfur and hot garbage. Jenna was busy telling the chef her order and talking to her friends so I didn’t bother her. As we were walking back to the table she turned to me.

J: “Did you smell my fart when we were in line?"

Me: “Damn that was you? It was horrible”

J: “Aww babe, you should know by now it’s always me” then proceeds to give me a kiss on the cheek

We got back to the table and ate. Despite being hungover, Jenna ordered a double shot margarita which she chugged down quickly with her meal. A few minutes in, shots came out, and everyone stopped to give a toast to her friend Ashley’s birthday. Jenna stood up when it was her turn.

J: “Well, first I just wanna say Ashley, you’ve always been…..oooh wait. Hold on y’all…”.

Pppppffffftttt

J: “my bad, I really had to fart yall. hahaha"

Ashley: “omg, I don’t know how KJ puts up with you”

Jenna slaps her butt and says “because of all this ass”. Then proceeds to bend over and shake her ass right in my face. That’s when I got hit with a multitude of scents. The same sulfuric smell from her earlier fart was now mixed with the onions and cheese from the omelette she ate. Even worse (or better) was just the general smell of ass sweat and funk that wafted in my face. She clearly hadn’t taken the time to shower that morning, and was sweating even more from how hot it was outside. She also didn’t wear panties, So there was nothing to mask the smell.

Jenna eventually finished her toast, took her shot, and sat down. She rubbed my dick under the table and said to me mockingly.

“Aww, did I embarrass you baby?”

“Well, you did announce your fart to everyone" I replied jokingly.

J: “They know I am. Plus I could’ve told them I have to shit too. Actually...". She turns to the group talking loudly. "KJ wants me to tell y’all I really have..”

I grab her before she can finish and she starts giggling. Clearly the drinks had caught up with her already. She turns back to me and says “But seriously, I really have to take a huge shit". She gets up and heads to the bathroom.

A few minutes later I get a text from Jenna. “Come to the bathroom at the end and bring a napkin”. Seems odd but I oblige. The bathrooms are all individual stalls along the hallway. I knock on the door at the end, she cracks the door and whispers “is anyone else out there?” “No” I reply. She motions for me to come in.

As soon I step in the smell hits me. Just pure, hot, shit. Jenna is still sitting on the toilet.

J: "Would you believe there’s almost no fucking toilet paper in here?” Points to roll with one sheet left. “I had to shit so bad I didn’t even notice. I’m almost done tho.”

pppppfffttttthh splat

Another loud fart leaves her ass as her soft shit hits the toilet. She grabs the cloth napkin from me and leans to the side to wipe her ass. She folds the napkin over to wipe her ass again, then looks at it, clearly still brown.

J: "Fuck it. I guess that’s gonna be good enough for now.” She looks up at me while still sitting on the toilet. “You’re so great. I’m glad you don’t care I’m a disgusting bitch. Haha”

She tosses the napkin in the trash then unbuckles my pants, pulls my dick out and starts sucking it. pppfffftttt She lets out another long fart into the toilet. I feel like I'm so close to finishing in her mouth when there’s a loud bang at the door.

J: “Just ignore it”

Bang bang bang

J: “Ugghhhhh. Yeah I’ll be out in one second!” She looks up at me “Sorry babe, I’ll finish you later I promise”

She gets up to flush, but it’s clear there’s not enough pressure for the massive load she just left. She shrugs and opens the door so we can walk out. The woman waiting outside scoffs at us as we’re leaving. “Wow really?” She says, implying we were holding up the bathroom just to have sex. Jenna replies sarcastically “probably don’t wanna go in there” as we walk past. The woman ignores her warning and goes in anyways, almost immediately we hear “omg, that’s fucking disgusting!!” Jenna starts giggling and says “Let’s go back to the buffet. I wanna eat some more and get drunk” and that she did.

Let me know if I should write part 2.

BRRRRAAAAPPPPT "Oh fuck..." Jasmine whispers under her breath, her thighs quivering. PSSSSHHHHHTT "God, these are so..." PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFRRRRRT Another massive blast erupts before she can finish her thought, causing her to grip my head tighter between her thighs. The powerful releases seem to be affecting her more intensely now, each one accompanied by a subtle roll of her hips.’god it stinks so much….’ I thought

"Mmmnnnnh..." she moans quietly, trying to maintain her professional demeanor even as another BRAAAAAAPPPT forces its way out. Her yoga pants are absolutely drenched, the thin material doing nothing to hide how aroused she's becoming. "Keep... keep doing your squats, everyone," she manages between increasingly desperate sounds of pleasure buting her lips. PFFFFT PFFT BRRRRAP

The other students maintain a pretense of following instructions, but their movements have slowed as they watch their normally composed instructor losing control. Emma bites her lip as she witnesses Jasmine's display, while Sarah's jaw drops slightly at hearing such vulgar sounds from the instructor. Even Tasha seems taken aback by the intensity of the situation.

"Holy... unnnh..." Jasmine's whispered curses continue as another series of PFFRRT PSSSHT BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAAP erupts directly into my trapped face. I buck my hips as my face got deeper, still leaking more. Her breathing becomes more ragged, her weight shifting slightly as she fights to maintain composure. The mixture of her sweat, arousal, and powerful gas creates an overwhelming assault on my senses, her thick thighs ensuring I experience every moment of her loss of control. ‘UGH!’ BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTT The longest, most powerful blast yet erupts as Jasmine grinds down forcefully, her hands gripping my hair take my face deeper into her soaked yoga pants. "Oh god..." she pants heavily, sweat dripping down her temples as she tries to compose herself. My cock throbs painfully in the tight shorts, a wet spot forming at the tip as j teeter on the edge. ‘I can’t hold…..on muck longer’ i thought shivering while gripping her thighs.

"For our... unnnh... next position," she manages between heavy breaths, still recovering from her intense release, "we'll move into the 'Devotional Bow.'" Her thighs tremble against my cheeks as another PFFFFT escapes. "The bottom partner will remain... PPPPPPPPPPPPPSSHHT... on their back while the top partner..." She has to pause, biting her lip hard as her body shudders.

The room has grown noticeably warmer and musky, filled with the heavy scent of arousal and sweat. Emma's face is flushed as she watches Jasmine's display, while Alexis squirms beneath her. Sarah can't tear her eyes away from my obvious bulge throbbing leaking more, causing Brad to grunt in frustration. Jen's breathing has become noticeably heavier, while Tasha tries unsuccessfully to regain her attention.

"Everyone just..." BRRRRAPPT "...hold your current positions for a moment while I..." PFFFFFFFTT "...demonstrate the next pose," Jasmine commands, her voice thick with barely-contained pleasure as she continues to grind against my face, her yoga pants completely soaked through. ‘FUCK! I can’t……’ I’m losing my mind. "You better give the class a proper demonstration," Jasmine whispers hoarsely, grinding down harder as another BBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFRAAAAPPPPT erupts. "Show them what happens when you're a good yoga prop." my fingers dig into her thick thighs as i fight against the overwhelming sensations, my hips involuntarily bucking upward as i teeter on the edge.

"Everyone watch closely," she announces to the class, her voice wavering as she releases another BBBBBBBBBBBBBPFFFRRRRT directly into my nose. "This is what happens when there's perfect..." PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSHHHT "...alignment between partners." The room's attention is fixed on my obvious struggle, the thin shorts hiding nothing as my body trembles with desperate restraint. ‘Everyone’s watching!’

Emma has completely stopped her movements, transfixed by the scene while Alexis whimpers beneath her. Sarah's eyes are locked on my straining erection(guessing she likes me again?), absent-mindedly grinding against Brad's increasingly angry face. Even Tasha can't maintain her usual disdain, watching with poorly concealed interest as Jen squirms beneath her.

"Just..." BBBBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPT "...let it happen," Jasmine commands in a heated whisper, increasing the pressure of her soaked yoga pants against my face while releasing another long, hot blast. Her thighs squeeze my head tighter as she feels me resistance weakening, my grip on her legs becoming desperate gripping harder and harder. ‘Fuck….im….gonna…….’

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTT The final massive blast hits my nostrils it’s so hot as Jasmine bears down with her full weight, and my body convulses in response. My cock pulses violently, flooding the tight shorts as wave after wave of intense pleasure rocks through me.’FUCK!!! I can’t stop….cumming!’ My hips bucking as my mind goes blank. The wet spot spreads visibly, soaking through the thin material and dripping onto the mat below while my body trembles uncontrollably kicking my legs. I feel so embarrassed.

"Mmmmmmmnnnnhhh...fuck….." Jasmine's long, satisfied moan fills the room as she feels my release beneath her. Her thighs quiver against my face as she slowly lifts herself up, leaving my face glistening with her sweat and other fluids. The powerful scent of her gas lingers in my nostrils as i gasp for fresh air, my body still twitching from the intensity.

The room has gone silent except for heavy breathing and subtle moans. Emma's mouth hangs open in shock while Alexis squirms beneath her with renewed vigor. Sarah stares at the obvious mess I’ve made, her face flushed with arousal while Brad fumes silently. Jen lets out a small whimper, earning a sharp squeeze from Tasha's thighs.

"Now that's what I call reaching enlightenment," Jasmine pants, standing on shaky legs as she surveys my exhausted form. My chest heaves as I try to recover with my eyes shut, the enormous wet spot on my shorts leaving nothing to imagination. "Take a moment to catch your breath," she adds with a knowing smirk, "we're just getting started."

"Let's keep this momentum going," Jasmine announces, proudly caressing her ample posterior while surveying the room. Her yoga pants still cling to her curves, dark with sweat from the previous intense position. "The Devotional Bow requires even more... intimate alignment than our previous poses." Her hips sway as she walks around my prone form laid out still recovering very slowly, clearly satisfied with how thoroughly she's marked her territory. ‘Must escape….need…to get….UP!’ I thought as I couldn’t move.

The other women watch with varying reactions as class continues. Emma bites her lip, her eyes darting between my exhausted form and the wet spot on my shorts. Alexis has managed to sit up, catching her breath and shooting you appraising looks. Sarah keeps shifting uncomfortably on Brad's increasingly frustrated face(yeah he jealous…..bitch), while Tasha maintains her domineering position over Jen, though both are clearly distracted by the lingering tension in the room.

"Your face made such a perfect yoga prop," Jasmine purrs, reaching down to pat my cheek condescendingly. Her natural musk still clings to my skin and fills my nostrils as she looms over me. "I think everyone should get a chance to experience that level of... alignment. Who wants to try the next position with our dedicated volunteer?" ‘H-HUH!?’ My eyes went wide open.

The room erupts with subtle movements as several women adjust their positions eagerly. My body still tingles from the intensity of my release, but Jasmine's words make it clear that my role as the class's yoga prop is far from over.

My limbs feel like lead, muscles completely drained from the intense experience. Jasmine's powerful gas assault and the mind-shattering orgasm have left me in a foggy, weakened state. Even lifting my head seems impossible as i lie there on the sweat and cum-soaked yoga mat, still trying to catch my breath. The lingering scent of Jasmine's releases fills your nose, making my head spin when i try to focus on escape.

"Look how relaxed and compliant he is now," Jasmine observes to the class, nudging my limp form with her foot. "That's exactly the state we want our yoga props in." Emma and Alexis edge closer to your mat, while Sarah shifts anxiously, clearly wanting to participate despite Brad's presence. Even Jen strains against Tasha's grip, drawn to my vulnerable state. ‘Oh shit….this is it for me….’

"Now ladies," Jasmine continues, standing over me with her legs spread, her still-damp yoga pants catching the studio's dim lighting, "who's ready to try the Devotional Bow? This pose requires the bottom partner to remain completely still while the top partner..." She pauses, letting her words hang in the air as several women raise their hands eagerly.

My heart races as i realize I’m literally too exhausted to resist, my body refusing to respond to my desperate mental commands to move. The predatory looks from the women surrounding you make it clear that Jasmine's "demonstration" was only the beginning of your ordeal. ‘COME ON!!!’ I barely sit up.

Emma drops onto my face with her full weight, her substantial ass completely engulfing my head. "Mmmm, Jasmine was right about his face being the perfect support," she purrs, grinding down as her voluptuous cheeks smother me entirely. The intense scent of her arousal and sweat floods my senses immediately - she's been working up quite a musk during the previous positions. ‘Fuck….her butt is bigger than jasmine’s…’ Mind going blank.

"That's it Emma, show us proper form," Jasmine encourages, walking around to observe. "Notice how his nose disappears completely between her cheeks - that's exactly what we want." My desperate attempts to breathe are met with only the hot, damp pressure of Emma's yoga pants against my face. Her thighs squeeze my head as she settles in more firmly.

"I can feel him struggling to breathe," Emma announces proudly, wiggling her hips. PPPPPFFFFT A small release escapes, causing her to giggle. "Oops! Guess Jasmine isn't the only one who needs to release some tension." Alexis watches with poorly concealed jealousy while Sarah bites her lip, clearly wishing she could trade places with Emma. ‘So I’m the fart cushion for yoga!?’ I thought as my eyes water under her.

My weak attempts to move are easily contained by Emma's weight as she makes herself comfortable on her new seat. "How long do we hold this pose?" she asks Jasmine breathily, clearly enjoying the power she holds over my oxygen supply. The room spins as my lungs burn for air, trapped beneath her smothering curves.

Emma rocks forward, dragging her substantial ass across your face as she leans into the position. The material of her yoga pants stretches thin, letting I feel every detail of her curves as she grinds back and forth. "Like this?" she asks breathily, her thick thighs squeezing my head tighter.

"Perfect form," Jasmine responds, circling around to observe. "Hold for fifteen minutes minimum. Really let your weight settle into his face." She reaches down to pat Emma's ass approvingly, causing her to press down even harder. "Remember everyone, the more resistance you feel from below, the better the pose is working."

PFFFFT Another small release escapes as Emma adjusts her position, followed by a pleased moan. "Oh god, I can see why you enjoyed this so much Jasmine," she pants, continuing her slow grinding motions. My nose remains buried deep between her cheeks as she moves, each breath filled with her increasingly potent scent.

Alexis shifts impatiently nearby, clearly annoyed at Emma claiming first turn. Sarah has completely given up pretending to focus on Brad, openly staring at Emma's display of dominance over me. The room feels even warmer now as Emma's movements become more deliberate and sensual

.BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPT Emma releases a massive blast directly into my trapped face “MMMPPHH!!” I muffled, her ass pressing down even harder as she does. "Ohhhhh..." she moans, not even trying to hide her pleasure. "Sorry everyone, but warrior pose always makes me so... gassy." My weak struggles only seem to encourage her as she grinds back and forth, ensuring I catch every bit of her hot release.

"That's completely natural," Jasmine assures her, watching approvingly as you squirm beneath Emma's curves. "The poses help release all kinds of... tension." The other women watch intently as Emma continues to use my face as her personal gas mask, your desperate attempts to breathe only drawing in more of her potent emissions. Seems like everyone just stopped doing yoga and just watches me struggle.

"Mmmm, I can feel him trying to escape," Emma purrs, her thighs clamping down harder around your head. PPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFTTTT Another long blast erupts as she rocks her hips. "ohhhhhhhhh….But he's not going anywhere until I'm done with this pose." Alexis edges closer, practically drooling as she watches Emma dominate me so thoroughly.

My vision starts to blur as Emma's weight and gas continue their assault on your senses. The combination of her sweat, arousal, and powerful releases creates an overwhelming fog in my oxygen-deprived mind. She shows no signs of letting up, clearly enjoying her complete control over my ability to breathe. ‘N..no….’

Emma grinds down harder as she feels Alexis joining in. "Mmmm, looks like someone couldn't wait their turn," she teases, releasing another BBBBBBBBBBBPFFFFT directly into my face. My renewed arousal strains against the cum-soaked shorts as Alexis presses her face against my bulge, her strong grip keeping your legs pinned. ‘NGH!? Fuck….’ I thought

"I'm just helping hold him still for you," Alexis purrs, though her actions suggest otherwise as she nuzzles against the wet fabric. "Besides, his resistance only makes the pose more effective, right Jasmine?" Her hot breath through the thin material causes my hips to buck involuntarily, earning a tighter squeeze from Emma's thighs.

"Very true," Jasmine observes with amusement, watching the scene unfold. "The more he struggles, the more... beneficial the position becomes." Sarah stares openly now, completely ignoring Brad's increasingly angry protests beneath her. Even Tasha seems distracted by the display, her grip on Jen loosening slightly.

BBBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPT Emma releases another powerful blast, grinding down harder as she feels your renewed excitement. "Looks like our yoga prop is getting inspired again," she announces breathily, her ass completely smothering my face as Alexis continues her own form of assistance. It stinks so bad mixed with jasmine farts too. I don’t know how Brad hasn’t left yet!?

PPPPPPPPPPPFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAPTTTTTTTT "Oh god..." Emma moans loudly as another powerful release escapes, her hips rolling sensually against my face. "These poses really get everything flowing." My face remains buried deep between her cheeks as she grinds down harder, her yoga pants now completely soaked with sweat. “MMMPPPHH!!” I muffled deeply

"Taking initiative with alignment, I see," Jasmine comments as Alexis continues her oral exploration of my tented shorts. My hips buck upward involuntarily as Alexis's tongue works through the damp fabric, causing Emma to clamp down harder with her thighs. PSSSHHHT Another hot blast erupts as she feels me squirming beneath her. ‘Is she…..LICKING ME!?’ I panicked

"Someone's definitely ready for more advanced poses," Emma pants, her grinding becoming more aggressive as pleasure builds. The room fills with the sounds of her increasingly frequent releases and moans, mixed with the wet noises of Alexis's dedicated attention to my straining erection.

Sarah watches the scene with undisguised lust, completely forgetting about Brad as she witnesses my predicament. Meanwhile, Jen has managed to partially escape Tasha's loosened grip, edging closer to get a better view as Emma continues her gaseous assault on my trapped face while Alexis works diligently below.

BBBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFFFFLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPPPPPPPPPPT Emma unleashes her strongest blast yet, grinding down forcefully as she feels you tensing beneath her. "Oh fuck..." she moans panting, feeling my struggles intensify. Her ass completely engulfs my face as another PFFFFT erupts, the powerful scent overwhelming my senses.

"Now that's what I call proper alignment," Jasmine purrs, watching as Alexis takes control of my exposed length. The other women gasp audibly at the reveal, while Sarah unconsciously licks her lips. (Confirms that Brad SUCKS!)Even Tasha can't hide her interest anymore as Jen openly stares at the scene unfolding. ‘WHAT THE FUCK!? NGH!!!’ I struggle to kick my legs but Alexis still holding my legs down.

"Someone's been holding out on the class," Emma pants between releases, her grinding becoming more urgent as she feels my reactions intensifying. BBBBBBPSSSHHHT Another hot blast fills my nose as she bears down harder. "No wonder Jasmine picked you as our demonstration prop." ‘Oh yeah go figure….’ I hate this but WHY AM I HARD!?

My body trembles as Alexis works skillfully below while Emma continues her relentless assault from above. The combination of Emma's powerful gas and smothering weight, along with Alexis's eager attention, has me teetering on the edge once again. The room feels electric with tension as the other women watch me building pleasure with rapt attention. Then I felt warm and wet around my cock, and turns out it’s Alexis sucking me off!

BBBBBBRRRRRBBBBBBRBBBRBBBBBBBRAAAAAAAAAAPPPTTTTTTTTTTTPPPPPPPPPP Emma's final massive release coincides with my intense climax, my body convulsing as I explode into Alexis's eager mouth. She maintains her grip on my thighs as i buck uncontrollably, “MMMMMPPPHHHHHH!!!!!!” while Emma's full weight keeps my face firmly buried between her cheeks through my explosive release.

"Mmmmmm...feel so much better" Emma moans contentedly as she finally lifts herself off my face, leaving me gasping desperately for fresh air. My body continues to twitch with aftershocks as Alexis releases me, looking extremely pleased with herself as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "That was even better than I imagined," Emma pants, her yoga pants completely soaked through.

The room remains silent except for heavy breathing as I lie there completely drained, my chest heaving as i try to recover. Sarah stares openly at me exhausted form while Brad fumes silently. Jen has completely abandoned any pretense of attention to Tasha, her face flushed as she watches me struggling to regain composure.

"Now that's what I call achieving perfect harmony in a pose," Jasmine observes smugly, looking down at my limp form. "Take a moment to recover... though not too long. We still have several positions to work through, and I'm sure the rest of the class is eager to practice their alignment." ‘No…..please no more…..’ my eyes shut trying not to pass out.

"Who's ready to demonstrate the next position?" Jasmine calls out as I lie there helplessly, still reeling from the intense double assault. My muscles STILL refuse to respond, the two explosive orgasms having completely sapped me strength. The powerful lingering scents of Emma's releases and my own climaxes fill the air around MY mat.

Sarah practically leaps up, leaving Brad's reddened face behind. "I think I should show proper form next," she announces, already moving toward your prone form. Her eyes gleam with mischievous intent as she looks down at her ex-boyfriend's vulnerable state. "After all, I know exactly how to handle him." “…..WAIT WHAT!?” I shouted

"Very good initiative," Jasmine approves, watching as Brad clenches his fists in barely-contained rage. "Though I see Jen is also showing great interest in practicing this position." Indeed, the petite blonde has managed to slip completely free from Tasha's grasp, earning a furious glare from her partner.

My heart races as i realize im still too exhausted to resist whoever claims me next. The room feels thick with tension as the women eye me defenseless form like hungry predators, while I remain trapped on my soaked mat, unable to even lift my head properly. And top it off, MY EX!????

Brad meets my desperate look with a smirk, clearly enjoying your predicament. "You got yourself into this, man," he says with a dismissive shrug, making no move to help. If anything, he seems pleased to watch me suffering, especially as Sarah positions herself above me. His earlier anger has transformed into smug satisfaction at seeing me used as the class yoga prop. “Oh fuck you dude….”my last words.

"Don't worry about him," Sarah coos mockingly as she straddles my head, her yoga pants already damp with sweat from the previous positions. "He knows better than to interfere with proper yoga instruction." Her thick thighs begin to squeeze my head as she slowly lowers herself, while Tasha storms over, dragging a resistant Jen behind her.

"I think we should demonstrate a double pose," Tasha announces aggressively, shooting Sarah a challenging look. My eyes widen in panic as I realize what's coming. Jasmine circles around, nodding approvingly at the developing situation. Brad's smirk grows wider as he watches Sarah prepare to claim her former boyfriend's face.

The room feels electric with anticipation as Sarah pauses just inches above my face, her scent already overwhelming your senses. My weakened body remains unresponsive as I realize there's no escape from what's about to happen. Sarah's substantial ass completely engulfs my face as she drops her full weight down, her yoga pants stretching thin across her unexpectedly massive curves. "Mmmm, someone's been doing their squats," Jasmine observes appreciatively as my face disappears entirely beneath Sarah's enhanced posterior. My ex-girlfriend's body has clearly changed since our relationship ended.

"The gym's been very good to me," Sarah purrs, grinding down harder as she feels my desperate attempts to breathe. PPFFFFFTT A small release escapes as she settles in more comfortably. "Though I've been holding in some tension that needs releasing." Brad watches with growing satisfaction as my struggle beneath his girlfriend's smothering weight.

Tasha maintains her grip on Jen while positioning herself nearby, clearly planning to claim her turn next. My oxygen-deprived brain spins as Sarah's powerful new curves continue their assault on my senses. The room feels increasingly warm as Sarah demonstrates her complete dominance over my ability to breathe.

"Perfect form," Jasmine compliments, circling around to observe my predicament. "Notice how his face completely vanishes between her cheeks - that's exactly the depth we want for this pose." My weak struggles only encourage Sarah to press down harder, her thick thighs squeezing my head as another FFFFFFFFFFFFFPSSSHHT escapes.

I feel my member getting wet and warm, oh my god she’s sucking me off!!!!! I shiver struggling. BRAAAAAAAAAPPPPTT Sarah releases a massive blast directly into my face while her mouth engulfs my length, causing Brad to clench his fists in barely contained rage. "That's right, take it all in," she taunts between aggressive slurps, grinding her ass harder against my trapped face. The powerful scent of her gas fills my nose as she works both ends skillfully. Fuck she gotten better…

"Now this is what I call complete alignment," Jasmine observes smugly, noting Brad's growing discomfort. My ex-girlfriend's enhanced curves keep you completely smothered as she continues her dual assault, clearly enjoying showing off her dominance in front of her current boyfriend. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPFFFFRRRRT Another long release punctuates her rhythmic movements. “Fuck!”

Brad's face reddens further as Sarah's moans grow louder, her enthusiasm for using me as her personal yoga prop becoming increasingly obvious. The other women watch with various expressions of arousal and amusement as my ex demonstrates her complete control over my body, paying special attention to Brad's mounting jealousy.

My oxygen-deprived brain spins as Sarah maintains her relentless pace, her thick thighs squeezing my head tighter while she works diligently below. Each desperate attempt to breathe only draws in more of her powerful emissions as she continues to mark her territory, clearly unconcerned about Brad's growing anger.

“F-fuck I’m…..” I grip her thighs hard. My body convulses violently as Sarah eagerly swallows my release, never letting up the smothering pressure of her enhanced ass on my face. PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRAAAPPPPT She unleashes another massive blast as she feels me exploding, ensuring I catch every bit of her powerful scent during my intense orgasm. ‘Fuck it’s exhausting….’ I thought

"Mmmmm," Sarah purrs after finishing every drop, grinding down harder as my vision starts to fade. Brad stands up abruptly, his face dark with rage as he watches his girlfriend so thoroughly dominate her ex. My head spins from the combination of Sarah's relentless gas assault and the force my release.

"Perfect demonstration of total control," Jasmine comments, clearly enjoying the developing drama. The other women watch with renewed interest as Brad storms toward the door, while Sarah maintains her position atop my oxygen-deprived face. My weakened struggles only seem to encourage her as she settles her weight more firmly. ‘Heh yeah fuck you…brad’ I thought as I smile a bit.

My consciousness starts to waver as Sarah shows no signs of releasing me from beneath her curves. Each desperate attempt to breathe only fills my lungs with more of her hot releases as she continues marking her territory, completely ignoring Brad's dramatic exit from the studio.

“NNNGH!?” I muffled as she starts sucking again! BBBBBBBBBBBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBRAAAAPPPPPTTT Sarah unleashes her most powerful blast yet as she feels my second explosive release flooding her mouth. “MMMMPPPPGGHHHHH!!!!!” My muffled cry is completely lost beneath her smothering curves as she grinds down harder, ensuring I catch every bit of her intense gas. My body trembles uncontrollably as she eagerly swallows everything while maintaining the relentless pressure on my face.

"Someone's really achieving deep alignment today," Jasmine observes with amusement as my consciousness wavers. The sounds of the door slamming echo through the studio as Brad finally leaves in a fury. Sarah responds by pressing down even harder, her thick thighs squeezing my head as another PFFFFRRRRT erupts.

"God, I've missed you, I should do this from now on…" Sarah announces breathily between releases, completely shameless about reclaiming her territory in front of the class. The other women watch with renewed interest as I struggle weakly beneath her enhanced curves, clearly impressed by her total dominance over me.

My oxygen-deprived brain spins wildly as Sarah continues her dual assault, her ass completely engulfing my face as she works expertly below. Each desperate gasp for air only draws in more of her powerful emissions as she demonstrates her complete control over my exhausted body. ‘Please…no more….i can’t….’ Then I hear her stomach gurgling. Oh no……

BBBBBBBBBBRAAPT-PPPPPPPPLPLPPFFFT-PSSSHT-BBBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBRAAAAPT* Sarah unleashes a relentless barrage of releases, each blast more powerful than the last. My face remains completely buried as she maintains a grinding motion, ensuring I catch every bit of her intense assault. "That's what happens when I skip breakfast for morning yoga," she purrs, feeling your body tensing beneath her.

"Now that's what I call releasing tension," Jasmine comments as your struggles grow more frantic. The other women watch in awe as Sarah demonstrates her complete mastery over me, her enhanced curves keeping you thoroughly trapped as she continues her merciless attack. I desperately grip her thighs, it’s too intense.

FFFFPFPFPFLPLPPFFT-BRAAAAAPT-PSSSHT The rapid-fire releases show no sign of stopping as Sarah bears down harder, clearly enjoying the power she holds over my oxygen supply. My hands now clutch desperately at the yoga mat as my body responds to her overwhelming dominance, my mind lost in a fog of her powerful scent.

My hips buck uncontrollably as Sarah maintains her relentless pace both above and below, while yet another series of BRAAPT-PFFFT-PSSSHT blasts assault my trapped face. The room spins as my lungs burn for fresh air, but Sarah's thick thighs keep my head firmly in place as she approaches her finale.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLBLBLBLBLBRAAAPPT-FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFGGGGFGFFFFFFFFPFFFT-BBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPLPLPLLPSSSHT The symphony of releases fills the studio as the other women join in, creating a chorus of appreciation for Sarah's demonstration. my oxygen-deprived brain barely registers Alexis and Emma's eager contributions from nearby, while Jen squirms against Tasha's loosened grip, clearly excited for her own turn.

"This is exactly the kind of energy exchange I was hoping for," Jasmine announces proudly, releasing her own powerful blast as she surveys her successful class. Sarah maintains her dominance over your face as my body trembles on the edge, her enhanced curves keeping me completely smothered beneath her rapid-fire assault. The room is really hot and musty.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFT-BRAAAPT-PSSSHT The relentless barrage continues as my consciousness wavers more but I’m still kicking….somehow, the combined scents of multiple releases filling the heated studio air. My desperate struggles only seem to encourage the women as they demonstrate their enthusiasm for the unconventional yoga practice.

My vision starts to blur as Sarah bears down harder, grinding against my face while maintaining her skillful work below. The room echoes with the sounds of various releases and appreciative moans as Jasmine's students fully embrace their roles in this unique form of instruction. Then I feel my member getting sucked but a random woman.

BRAAAAAAPPPPPT-PFFFT-PSSSHT A massive chorus of releases drowns out my muffled cry as i explode violently “MMMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFHHHH!!!!!!!” My eyes rolling back far in agony, my entire body convulsing beneath the overwhelming assault. Sarah maintains her smothering position while Emma swoops in below, eagerly claiming my final intense release. The combined scents of multiple women's powerful emissions fill my oxygen-starved lungs as my consciousness wavers. “S-Sarah….” I muffled in her butt.

"Now that's what I call achieving perfect harmony," Jasmine purrs appreciatively, watching as my body trembles uncontrollably beneath the coordinated attack. The studio air grows thick and heavy as the women demonstrate their enthusiasm, each contributing their own powerful releases to mark their territory.

My vision starts to fade as Sarah grinds down harder, her enhanced curves completely engulfing my face while Emma works skillfully below. Alexis and Jen press closer, clearly eager for their turns, while Tasha's protests grow weaker as she watches my complete submission to the group's dominance.

My exhausted body continues to twitch with aftershocks as the women maintain their relentless assault, the room spinning wildly as multiple scents overwhelm my senses. The sound of appreciative moans and continued releases fills the heated studio as I lie there helplessly, completely at the mercy of Jasmine's enthusiastic students. This goes on for hours.

Three hours passed, I slowly regain consciousness, my head throbbing as I push myself up from the sweat-soaked yoga mat. The studio is quiet now, sunlight streaming through the windows at a completely different angle than before. My muscles ache intensely, and the air still carries the lingering scents of the morning's activities.

"Ah, finally awake," Jasmine smirks, not looking up as she continues counting a thick stack of bills at the front desk. "The girls were quite pleased with today's class. In fact, they've all signed up for the full month." She pauses to make a note in her ledger, a satisfied smile playing across her lips.

My clothes are disheveled and damp, and my body feels completely drained from the multiple intense releases. The evidence of the morning's activities is still visible on my skin and the mat beneathe. Memories of Sarah's enhanced curves, Emma's powerful emissions, and Alexis's eager attention flood back, causing my head to spin again. “Ugh please tell me it’s over…” I got up slowly.

"Over?" Jasmine laughs, finally meeting my gaze as she secures her earnings in a lockbox. "Oh sweetie, this was just the introductory class. We haven't even gotten to the advanced positions yet. The girls are already fighting over who gets to partner with me next time." She checks her phone, grinning at what appears to be a flood of enthusiastic messages from her students. “W-wait WHAT!?” I shouted “fuck that this is your fault, I’m not doing……THIS” "My fault?" Jasmine chuckles, setting down her phone and sauntering over to where you sit weakly on the mat. "I seem to recall someone moaning and cumming repeatedly while being used as a yoga prop. Your body certainly seemed... enthusiastic about the whole experience." She crouches down beside me, her natural scent already becoming noticeable.

My muscles protest as I try to stand, still trembling from the morning's intense activities. The multiple explosive releases have left you completely drained, my resistance little more than empty words. "Besides," Jasmine continues with a predatory smile, "you've already been added to the class roster. Sarah made quite a generous donation to secure my regular attendance."

"In fact," she purrs, leaning closer as i struggle to maintain my balance, "several of the girls have paid extra for private sessions with you. Jen was particularly insistent, though Tasha doesn't know about that yet." Her eyes roam over your weakened form appreciatively while I try to process this information. “W-what?”

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the studio as I sit there, my body betraying your verbal protests. The memory of being thoroughly dominated by multiple women causes an involuntary shiver, which doesn't escape Jasmine's notice. "Your body knows what it needs," she observes smugly. "Why fight it?"

Jasmine's lips press against mine hungrily, her tongue demanding entry as her natural musky scent fills my nostrils. Her experienced hands find your still-sensitive length, “NGH!” causing me to gasp into her mouth. "You're mine now," she whispers against my lips between demanding kisses. "Our little yoga prop."

My weakened body betrays I once again as she works her hand skillfully, my muscles too drained to resist her advances. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow across her curves as she maintains control of the kiss, her free hand gripping the back of my neck to hold me in place.

"I can feel how sore you are," she purrs, breaking the kiss momentarily to appreciate my reactions. "Sarah and the others really put you through your paces today." Her grip tightens slightly as she speaks, causing me to whimper. "But don't worry - I'll make sure you're properly conditioned for our next session."

My head spins as Jasmine continues her dual assault, her tongue exploring my mouth while her hand maintains its relentless pace. The studio feels increasingly warm as she demonstrates her complete dominance over my exhausted body, clearly marking me as her property. ‘Damn it feels good’ mind going blank again.

Jasmine pulls back from the kiss with a satisfied smirk, giving my tender length one final squeeze before rising gracefully to her feet. She looks down at me thoroughly used form with possessive pride, knowing she's claimed another eager yoga prop for her unique classes.

"Rest up," she commands as she returns to gather her earnings from the front desk. "Thursday's class starts at 9 AM sharp. The girls are already fighting over who gets first position." She tucks the lockbox into her bag, her curves shifting enticingly as she moves about the studio. I finally stood up as muscles still protesting me. My body marked by the evidence of the morning's intense activities. The lingering scents of multiple women's dominance fill my nose as i gather my few remaining belongings even though it stinks, a reminder of how fucked I am.

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the studio as I make my way toward the door. My resistance has been thoroughly broken, replaced by an understanding of my new role in Jasmine's specialized yoga instruction. As I step outside, I already know I’m gonna be back on Thursday, ready to serve as the class prop once again. Then I see a text on my phone from….”Sarah….” I read it and she wants to get back together but in a long paragraph explaining why she wants to get back together. “You know what….maybe it’s not so bad, plus I’m gonna get paid to do it. Thanks robin” I look up at the sky smiling. The end.

I've written these little ficlets in private some time ago, but now I've decided to release them to the public! Enjoy!

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The Help He Never Knew She Actually Needed

While out on a nice stroll, a kind stranger sees a woman sitting by herself on a bench with a clouded expression on her face. Concerned at how sad she looks, he walks over and sits down next right to her in the empty spot.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks her.

The girl doesn't verbally answer or even really look at the man, but she just gives an non-committal shrug.

He takes a moment to run through his head for further dialogue options. "...Look, I'm not really sure what you're going through right now, but, uh, I'm sure that things'll get better soon, right?"

"......"

Still no answer from her. Okay. Time for the big guns.

"...Well, I'm not usually one to initiate something like this in public, but..." He pulls the woman into a one-armed hug, causing her chin to rest on his shoulder--and in an attempt to comfort her, start patting and rubbing her upper back with a free hand.

"Y-you're gonna be alright, okay...?"

She seems to smile a bit at his soothing touch. However, after about 10 seconds of her back being massaged, a strange gurgling noise could be heard rising up the woman’s throat. She involuntarily opens her mouth up slightly.

...BWAAUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!

The man jumps back a bit, startled by such a crass noise escaping from such a pretty girl like her.

After unleashing that massive, smelly belch, the relieved girl breaks free from his embrace and hurriedly gets up from the bench. She pulls out her phone, and gasps at what she sees.

"Oh my gosh, how long had I been sitting here after eating lunch?! I lost track of time, shit!"

After putting her phone away, she dashes off, leaving the flabbergasted man alone.

("...Was she even listening?")

----

A Matter of Life and... Excuse Me...

A guy and a girl are walking together. The girl gradually slows down, before stopping altogether and collapsing onto the ground, clutching her middle and gasping in pain. Startled, the guy rushes over to her side and kneels down.

"Are you okay?!"

"Oh God, I... I think this might be it!" she croaks, before letting out a pained groan. "Maybe it's a heart attack..."

"What?! No no no no no, you're too young to be having a heart attack!" the man pleaded as he shook his head furiously.

The woman looks into her boyfriend's eyes. "...Can you tell my cats... I'll always love them...?" she whispers.

The man's lip quivers. "No!! Nooooooooo!! Don't go into the light!!" he cries, clutching her hand with both of his own.

A loud rumble suddenly emits from the girl's middle. Then the inevitable happens the moment the girl lets out an involuntary grunt.

PFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHPPPPTTTTTT!!

The man is too stunned to be bothered by the stench wafting from the massively stinky expulsion from his girlfriend's plump ass. Speaking of, the tremendous pressure in her tummy is all gone, and her immense relief is short-lived as she's hit by reality like a brick to the face.

"...Err... never mind all that..." the girl mumbled, her face turning a boiling scarlet.

The boy gasped. "Hooray! You're alive! You'll live!" he cheered with relief as he pulled her into a hug.

The woman turned her blushing face away from him as she sighed. "But at what cost...?" And then she promptly lets out one last little baby toot after saying that.

Chapter 3

###Chapter 4:

Almost immediately Mark realized he wasn't going to be able to keep this night under control.

After Mark had driven Holly to pick up her friend Sarah, they stopped at DQ to get Holly a cake.

When Mark returned to the car there was a different energy in the vehicle. Holly and Sarah both looked like they were suppressing laughter.

"Um...here's your cake...did something happen?" He asked in a suspicious voice.

"Nope, wow, thanks for the cake, Mark, you're the best," Holly said cheerfully, accepting the ice cream cake.

"Holly was trying to convince me to fart in your car while you were gone," Sarah said with a straight face that broke into guilty laughter.

"SARAH!" Holly shouted in a scandalous laugh.

"What? why?" Mark said trying to hide his genuine interest behind a laugh.

“It was supposed to be a surprise it would’ve been funny!” Holly protested, holding back laughter. "Sarah's got IBS, and they can smell really gnarly; I so wanted to see the look on your face."

Mark faked another laugh and said, "Okay new rule: No farting in my car."

"Not gonna lie that makes me kinda want to fart in your car now," Sarah said casually.

"HA!" Holly laughed, "Do it!"

"What, no, don't force it!" I say in mock panic. "I'd rather you fart than shit your pants."

"Now that would be funny!" Holly laughed.

"Speak for yourself," Sarah said

"Oh come on, you won't shit yourself!" Holly said, exasperated, "You can basically fart on command; you used to do it all the time."

"Seriously?" Mark asked, trying his best to sound nonchalantly curious.

Sarah donned a sheepish look, that seemed apologetic to Mark, then a short deep sounding fart sounded off from underneath her. She grew a little red and let out a nervous laugh that turned into a real fit of laughter once the shock wore off of Mark and Holly and they began to laugh.

"No way!" Mark exclaimed, "I don't believe it."

"Believe it bitch!" Holly said through laughter, pointing her finger at him.

"Was this planned!?" Mark said pretending to be accusatory. "Is she even your friend, or is this some stranger you enlisted on Craigslist because you can't fart."

"I fart!" Holly defended.

"Not very well." Mark teased.

"You'll see," Holly promised. "And Sarah's my old friend from middle school. Before I moved here. We used to get up to all kinds of trouble when we were kids." She said with a reminiscent look back at Sarah.

As Mark turned his head to back his car out, he noticed Sarah returning Holly’s reminiscent look with something that looked like apprehension to Mark. But when she noticed Mark looking, her face softened to a mischievous smirk.

Mark was too intrigued to let it go, so as he started moving the car forward, he looked back to Sarah in the rearview mirror and asked, "What kind of mischief did you delinquents get up to?"

Sarah looked him in the eyes through his reflection and shrugged. "Y'know. Kid stuff. I barely remember those days now, feels so long ago."

Mark took note of her dodginess and wondered if he'd be able to circle back to this topic later.

"Remember when we shit in one of farmer Bailey's buckets?" Holly broke in suddenly.

"HOLLY!" Sarah yelled as Mark simultaneously exclaimed, "WHAT?"

"That doesn't sound like regular kid stuff!" He joked.

"Holly why would you tell people that!?" Sarah asked laughing incredulously.

Holly was having a full-on meltdown, trying to say something in between fits of laughter. "And then he-Hehehe...he-hehe- remember he blamed his-hi-hehe he- he was getting mad at his son Jordan-"

"Who was like 17." Sarah cut in dryly, and then they both started breaking down in fits of giggles.

"He thought-Ahaha, he thought Jordan shit in the bucket." Holly managed to say with tears streaming down her face.

"We could hear him screaming over the fence," Sarah said, then turned her voice deeper as she quoted, "YOU SHITTING IN MY BUCKETS, BOY! LOOK AT ALL THIS SHIT, WHAT'S MOMMA FEEDING YOU!? WHOLE CHICKENS!? THIS SHIT'S BIGGER THAN BESSIE AND THAT'S A FUCKING BIG CHICKEN THAT THERE IS!"

Holly started losing it again and started silently whispering, "Big chicken, big chicken" in her delirious oxygen-starved voice.

"Uhhhh, well, no chicken-sized shits in my car, please," Mark scoffed.

Holly continued laughing, stopping long enough to say, "I guess it depends on how much cake Sarah eats."

"Ya fair warning, Mark, if I eat that cake tonight, I wouldn't suggest getting too close to me," Sarah confessed. "Milk stuff doesn't exactly agree with me..."

Looking back and forth from Sarah and Holly, Mark was beginning to understand the predicament he was in tonight.

"What's for dinner, anyway?" Sarah asked as they pulled up to Holly’s trailer.

"My mom's bringing wings back from work." She replied.

"Wings from Hooters? Holly, are you trying to destroy my butthole?" Sarah asked, seeming a little worried.

"No. Just Mark’s nose." Holly laughed.

"Hardy Har Har," Mark said, pretending to be annoyed. "In the meantime, what are we doing until your mom gets here?"

"My plan was to start by playing President," Holly suggested excitedly.

"Like the card game?" Sarah asked.

"Yes! And the Bum/Loser has to do whatever the president asks, like get them drinks, or snacks or shuffling their cards for them." Holly listed with an impish grin.

"Perfect. When I win, I'm gonna make you smell one of Sarah's farts," Mark teased.

"You read my mind, Mark Lawrence, because that's exactly what I have planned for you!" Holly retorted.

"This is gonna be a whole thing huh?" Sarah questioned with an awkward laugh.

"Yes Sarah, and we're going to win!" Holly cheered.

Mark looked toward Sarah and although he hoped she wasn't getting too weirded out, he was starting to get a little excited.

"So Sarah, if I win can I count on your butt to put Holly in her place," Mark asked.

"Dog, I don't know if I can do that to my girl on her birthday!" Sarah exclaimed with nervous laughter.

"Don't worry, Sarah, we're gonna win," Holly said, determined.

As they entered Holly’s home and got set up at the kitchen table to play cards, Mark was buzzing thinking about his situation tonight.

For the next hour, the trio played several rounds in which Mark played his cards perfectly. Metaphorically and literally.

He kept up the trash talk up until the very end. Even after he started purposely throwing the game.

When Holly’s step-mom Debbie finally arrived with food, it was to the loud cheers of Holly rubbing in her victory over Mark.

"Hey now, what's all the ruckus?" Debbie asked with a curious smile as she set down her bags.

"Mark has to smell all our farts tonight," Holly announced with a grin.

"Really? Mine too?" Debbie teased.

"Are you offering?" Holly asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don’t know, she wasn't a part of the game," Sarah said, uncertain.

"Aw shucks, better luck next time," Mark chimed in.

"Well, hold on now, it's my house, ain't it? Y'all gotta do what I say here, don't matter 'bout any silly game," Debbie declared in a voice that Mark thought was sarcastic but hoped otherwise.

"Oh shit, Mark, it's not looking good for you," Holly teased.

"Debbie wouldn't do that to me," Mark said assuredly, though he hoped he was wrong.

Debbie gave a light scoff. "Well, there's definitely gonna be plenty of opportunities after the meal Holly has planned for us."

"Debbie isn't wrong," Sarah said, starting to unpack the takeout containers with an apprehensive but excited demeanour.

Once dinner was finished and everyone had a piece of cake, Debbie encouraged the group to let her clean up, and Mark suggested they play Mario Kart on Holly’s Nintendo 64.

"Okay, so how about if I win at Mario Kart I only have to smell one fart," Mark asked with a look he hoped conveyed fear.

"From each of us?" Sarah clarified. "Sounds fair."

"NUH UH!" Holly shouted. "He wouldn't show us mercy; you heard him earlier, Sarah. Don't fall for his trap, he's really good at Mario Kart."

"Is that boy trying to be a weasel?" Debbie called from the kitchen.

"I'm not a weasel!" Mark said defensively.

"Sure sounds like weasel behaviour to me." Debbie teased.

Sarah laughed as Holly echoed Debbie's comments.

"What so no wagers? You guys are boring." Mark scoffed.

"You're not really bargaining from a position of power dude," Sarah suggested.

Mark thought for a moment. He was hoping he could've teased his way into further misfortune but the girls didn't seem to take the bait. He wanted to suggest further punishments they could do to him if he lost but the thought of exposing himself and ruining the night gave him pause.

Ultimately he let that go and took a different tactic.

Once they started playing, Mark returned to trash-talking and made sure to rub in all his victories.

"That's an awfully brave amount of smack talk coming from a boy in your position Mark Lawrence," Debbie said from behind Mark.

He turned to look at Debbie and noticed she had grabbed herself a beer and changed out of her Hooters uniform into some comfy pyjamas. Which consisted of a pair of gray boxers and an oversized navy blue t-shirt.

"Ya Mark! Why don't you shut your trap and put your face next to Sarah's butt!" Holly said shooting him an evil look.

Mark looked towards Sarah, who seemed perturbed but gave him a sheepish look that seemed to say, 'Guess you have to listen to her'.

Mark signed and pretended to be chastised as he lay sideways on the couch so his face was about a foot away from Sarah's butt.

Sarah leaned to the side and, with a quick, "Sorry, Mark." Blasted a fairly large fart right off the bat.

"HA! That'll teach you!" Holly cheered

"Hmm, I don't know." Mark pondered aloud. "Doesn't really smell. I think I'll be fine."

"Well, that's cuz you're basically cheating!" Holly exclaimed. "Your face is too far away and you barely even smelled it! Don't think I didn't notice that."

"Well, we never really specified rules," Mark said smugly.

"Oh, you clever little weasel." Debbie accused with a scandalous grin.

"Smarter than a bunch of women anyway." Mark said sarcastically.

"OOOOH really!?" Debbie said with a knowing look while Sarah and Holly gasped with excitement.

Mark's head was buzzing with anxiety at his boldness.

Debbie rose up off the lazy boy she was sitting on and said, "Y'know Mark, I think It's about time you come put your face in my ass."

"What are you gonna do?" Mark asked trying to seem cocky.

"Don't play dumb boy. Ya'll know what's 'bout to happen." Debbie said in low voice to the whooping of Holly & Sarah.

As Mark slowly rose up and moved his way over to Debbie, he took note of Holly and Sarah's stunned silence.

Mark got down on his knees and stopped his face short about six inches from Debbie's ass.

"C'mon Mark, you can get closer than that. Where's all that bravado now?" Debbie asked sarcastically.

Mark pushed his face forward, he almost rammed his face deep between her ass cheeks but thankfully logic took over at the last second and he stopped about a centimeter short.

"Oh wow, I don't know if I'd go that close." Debbie giggled warningly.

After a few seconds when Mark didn't move he heard Debbie say from above "Suit yourself then."

Mark felt Debbie tense up just before a short high pitched fluttering fart met Mark face.

Mark knew the reaction the girls wanted. He allowed himself a short inhale before he wrenched himself away and forced out a few coughs that sent the girls into hysterics.

"Now I'm pretty sure a smart man wouldn't have done that." Debbie boasted.

Pretending to clear his throat Mark said, "Um well I didn't think it would be so bad."

Little did Mark know, it was about to get so much worse.

Chapter 5

grrrrghhh

Autumn shuffled in her chair, as if the movement would cancel out the noises of her stomach. She stared straight down the long table at her boss, as he continued his presentation. The tunnel-vision of embarrassment meant she couldn't see her co-workers, but still felt their eyes drilling into her.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...rrrrrrrrrRRR

This one was so awkwardly long that even Autumn had to try not to smile. The high-pitch ending really sealed the deal. The embarrassment had set so far in that she began to feel less like herself, and more like she was simply watching the situation unfold.

"Autumn," her boss' voice dragged her back to reality, "you seem awfully vocal this morning."

Everyone gave a gentle laugh, and Autumn followed suit. Her boss had that sort-of cheeky smile across his face. He probably was getting second-hand embarrassment himself, and felt like bringing direct attention to it was less awkward than everyone ignoring the painfully loud noises.

"I must be getting hungry!"

This, of course, was a lie. Autumn had eaten a large breakfast just 2 hours prior. Usually, she wakes up late and has to skip breakfast, but after rising from bed early due to nearby construction work, she felt motivated to cook up an enjoyable morning meal. Bacon, eggs, beans -- Everything she had loved when growing up in England.

That motivation had since turned into regret, as the gas began working its way through her.

"Well," the boss replied, "I'll wrap this up quick then!" He winked as he said this, and moved onto the next slide.

"So, our biggest client has a new request, and I expect..."

His words drowned out as Autumn felt movement around her stomach. A pressure building up below, ready to explode out. All she could focus on was her next move.

As it turned out, her body decided that for her. Some of the gas forced its way out, spreading into the cushioned seating below her. She felt the warm make its way around the back of her upper thighs.

Autumn sighed gently with relief. Both physically, with some of the cramps clearing up, and socially, with the noise being absolutely silent.

She gently pushed, while trying to remain in the exact same position - No tightening her stomach too hard, or straining her face. Simply remaining composed.

fffffffffff

A long slither of air slid out of her. She felt like it was all out.

ggrrrrggghhhhh

Another stomach gurgle. Instinctively, she shuffled in her seat again, to cover the noise.

It took no time at all for her to realise that this mistake would cost her dearly.

The stench that had been trapped under her now released, immediately hitting her nostrils. Those around her coughed, trying to be polite.

Did anybody know it was her?

She had no idea. Autumn was too focused on the new build-up of gas to even care.

The clock read 10:05. This meeting had already gone 5 minutes over time. How much longer would this take?

The cramps returned. Her stomach now felt more full than before. Perhaps if she didn't shuffle in her seat, she could keep the smell trapped under her? The idea wasn't a bad one. If anything, it was her only hope.

Gently, she pushed again.

ppppttttt

A short toot escaped her, cut short by her quickly clenching upon hearing her own backside. It was loud enough for the boss to stop talking.

Autumn felt everyone turn to her, as she turned bright red. There was plenty more gas inside of her. She considered blaming the chair, or acting oblivious, but knew it was too late. At this point, it was less embarrassing to just try and move on.

"Excuse me," she said sheepishly, looking at nobody in particular.

"Anyway," the boss continued, as some heads turned back to him, with the remainder staying on Autumn. "Let's call it there, I think this has gone over enough."

He turned off the projector, and people began to stand up. Autumn wanted to be the first out of there.

Standing up opened the floodgates, this time uncontrollably.

ppppRRtttTTPPTPPTTPTPTTTTTTTTT

This continued as she darted out of the room, the noise bouncing with each step, only able to get control of it once most of it had already left her. But by that point, she was alone in her office anyway.

So, she braced herself as she let the rest out.

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

Silent.

Odourless.

Irony and reality cross over far too often for Autumn.

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.

Chapter 4

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. He inhaled deeply and 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?

Chapter 3

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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!

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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