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Smell of pulling pigtails

Benson Rivera used to be one of my closest friends. In middle-school Benson was bullied because he had a huge bubble butt. One of his main bullies called his butt ‘Buttzilla’. One day Benson decided to own it. He walked up to his bully, stuck his big butt in his face, and said ‘Here’s Buttzilla, hear him roar!’ He then ripped a huge fart in his bully's face. Since then, he’s become a farting god who refers to his butt as ‘Buttzilla’. 

Some people think Benson’s an intimidating bully. With him being 6 foot and ripped, thanks to starting on the football team, it's understandable. In actuality, he's a lovable goofball who shows his feelings through Buttzilla. He loves blasting the people he's closest to with Buttzilla.

Justin, Tommy, Benson, and I have been best buds since middle-school. When I came out as bi, in the beginning of our senior year of highschool, Justin and Tommy were cool with it, but Benson changed. Benson’s constantly teasing and targeting only me with Buttzilla when the four of us are hanging out. 

The four of us just graduated and are gonna attend the same college, but before that we’re taking a trip together.

We rented a big cabin by a lake for the week. It won’t be just us. Tommy’s and Justin’s girlfriend will be here soon. They’re driving up together.

We stand on the porch, waiting for Justin to unlock the front door. 

Benson wraps an arm around my shoulder and traps me against the wooden railing. He swivels his hips, pressing his ample cakes, encased in a pair of black shorts, against my thigh. 

I struggle to escape but Benson won’t let me. 

“Nick, you sure look cold. Let Buttzilla warm you up… NGH”

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Benson farts on me, several times in a row. The familiar stench of rotten eggs and cabbage clouds the air around us.

“So gross,” I groan. Tommy laughs at my predicament. Benson’s grin broadens as he pushes out another fart. 

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Benson’s always making me the butt of his antics, literally. 

When Justin finally gets the door, I use all my strength to shove Benson off of me, making him stumble a few feet away. In retaliation, Benson bends over at the waist, pointing his bubbly posterior out at me.

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He sprays me with another wave of his eggy fumes.

I contain my anger as I follow Justin inside. Ever since I revealed my secret, Benson’s changed. All he does is clown on me now.

The inside of the cabin is nice. There are three bedrooms with adjoining bathrooms. I'm just now realizing, to my horror, that Justin will be sharing a room with Alicia, Tommy will be sharing a room with Laura, meaning I'll be rooming with Benson. 

Finding only one bedroom with two beds instead of one, confirms it.

It was a long and tiring drive up here, so I decide to take a quick nap. I close my eyes only for a few seconds before something big, heavy, and rotund falls onto my face. The warm, malleable object molds around my face, smothering me.

It doesn’t take me long to realize it’s Benson’s huge bubble butt. I use my hands to try to shove him off but he isn’t budging. All that happens is my fingertips sink into his doughy cheeks.

Buried beneath his immense amount of ass meat, I still hear Benson say, “What was with that face earlier, Nick? I thought you’d love to be rooming with your favorite person in the world. Buttzilla.”

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“Buttzilla’s been looking forward to this for weeks. Can’t you tell?”

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Benson keeps ripping fart after fart while rocking his beefy ass from side-to-side on my face.

After thoroughly marking my face with his ass gas, he finally gets off of me. Through my coughing I call him a 'asshole'. He shoots me a cheeky grin as he disappears into the bathroom.

Great, I know I'll be experiencing that every morning this week. 

The stench of his farts dominates the room so I decide to head back into the sitting-room. There, I find the girls have arrived and are making out with their respective boyfriends. 

I’m about to silently slink back to my room when a cupped hand comes out from behind me and covers my nose and mouth. A voice whispers in my ear, “If this scene doesn’t make you teary-eyed, maybe my fart will.” The stench of digested meat and sweat assaults my nose, making me retch. 

The four look over at me and Benson. Tommy takes his girlfriend’s hand and says, “You know what? I’m gonna show Laura our room. How about we go out for lunch in like two hours from now?” He suggests. Justin and their girlfriends instantly agree. The sexual tension coming from them is almost palpable. 

They vanish into their bedrooms, locking their doors. Normally I’d have no problem with this, except I'm left alone with Benson.

So lost in thought, I fail to notice Benson grabbing my hand. It’s too late as he places my palm against the seat of his pants.

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Benson rips a wet-sounding fart on my hand. I yank my hand back in disgust. With a cheeky grin, Benson shrugs. “Don’t blame me man. Buttzilla's just showing you some love.”

I flop onto the couch and try to look for something to watch. Benson walks up to me, “Mind if me and Buttzilla join ya?” Benson wheels around, hikes up his right leg, and farts in my face.

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The eggy stench is nauseating, but I ignore it. Hopefully, if I don't react he'll leave me alone.

“Oh, what’s this? Giving me the silent treatment? Too bad Buttzilla won’t offer you the same courtesy.”

Benson gives himself a slight wedgie, making the seam of his shorts disappear in between his meaty cakes. He then extends out his backside, sinking the side of my face into his fat mounds.

“Bad move, bro. Buttzilla’s about to roar” FART “Ah, that's what you get for the silent treatment, Nick. You've angered Buttzilla” FART “And don’t you remember? The angrier Buttzilla gets, the worse my farts are” FART “Fine, then keep quiet. It’s your funeral, man” FART “Uh-oh, Buttzilla’s pissed! Godzilla’s atomic breath has got nothing on this… UGH”

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Benson keeps venting out rumbling farts. My face and his bubbly cheeks vibrate with each emission. His sulfuric fumes poisons my lungs and has my eyes stinging. 

His final fart is a 24 second behemoth that breaks me.“You’re such an asshole!” I cry as I shove away his huge butt consuming the side of my face.

Benson stumbles a few steps forward, laughing. “Haha, oh, what’s that?” You wanna see my asshole? Well alright, just remember you asked for this.” 

Benson quickly pulls down the back of his shorts, letting his fleshy orbs pour out into the open and wobble a few feet in front of my face. He then reaches back and spreads his cheeks, giving me a peek at his pucker surrounded by a thatch of black hair. His hole opens and pushes outwards.

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Benson unleashes a chain of trumpeting farts that all have enough power to blow my hair back. I’m coughing and gagging on more of his eggy vapors.

For the next hour, Benson continues to fart on me as I try to watch tv. Finally, the two couples join us and we head out to get something to eat. 

We eat at this local barbecue joint. And then we hit a nearby outlet mall, where every store is having a major sale. The girls are giddy with excitement. They take their boyfriends and race off, leaving me with Benson. 

I grit my teeth as a familiar, noxious stink wafts up my nose. Benson's grinning as he fans the air behind his ass towards my face. 

I roll my eyes and walk away. Benson obviously follows me. We used to be the best of friends, but now, all he seems to do is pick on me. 

We head into a Nike outlet and they’re having a sale: buy two pairs of shoes and get the third pair free. 

We thankfully separate since Benson’s feet are bigger than mine. But not before he rips an sbd in front of me. I try not to gag as I race through his fart cloud, not wanting to get blamed for it. That’s happened before. From behind, I hear two guys complaining about the smell and blaming each other.

15 minutes later, I’m sitting on a bench, trying on some shoes when a shadow suddenly covers me. I look up and find myself face-to-face with Benson’s bubble butt. No one is with us in the aisle.

Benson spreads his cheeks through his shorts and I hear a nearly inaudible stream of gas hissing out of his ass. I turn my head, the smell of digested meat and spices making me feel sick. 

“Ah, that’s Buttzilla telling you that we’re done and ready to go. I suggest you buy quickly or Buttzilla's atomic fumes are gonna shut this place down, indefinitely.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m finished. No need to rush me.” I grumble, annoyed. 

After purchasing our stuff we continue walking around the outlet mall. Whenever no one’s nearby, Benson will silently fart on me. I can’t hear them but I can sure as hell smell them.

Besides the Nike store, there’s no other store that interests us, so we decide to look for the others and see if they’re ready to leave.

The two of us are walking through an empty, brick tunnel-way, when Benson suddenly shoves me against the wall. While keeping me against the wall with one hand, he turns around and presses his ample rump against my lower midsection.

“Sorry Nick, the barbecue is making a comeback. I’m gonna fart on ya… HGH”

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Benson rips three, monstrous farts on me that echo throughout the empty tunnel-way. He blasts me with a cloud of his butt stink that reeks of rotten eggs and onions. 

“Ah, thanks bud, I needed that.” Benson says with a cheeky grin before letting me go. 

I look down at my shirt in disgust. I have so much experience with Benson farting on me that I know I'll have to wash this shirt immediately when we get back. 

I quickly walk away, trying to put some distance between me and Buttzilla. Just before I can escape the empty tunnel, Benson steps up beside me and wraps a strong arm around my shoulders. “One sec bud, Buttzilla’s got one more for ya.” Benson parks his ass against my hip and lifts his right leg, slightly.

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Benson rips two consecutive, short but loud poots on me. I elbow him off of me. He grunts before laughing at me. 

Soon after, we find the others. With all the bags they have, it looks like the girls did some serious shopping. They're already talking about coming back tomorrow. 

We all head back to the cars. Tommy and I drove; I ensure that Justin and Alicia ride with me, and Benson and Laura ride with Tommy. As we get into the cars, Benson has the gall to shoot me a pouting expression.

Not even five minutes after returning to the cabin, the girls decide to head back to the outlet mall, by themselves. I connect my Nintendo console to the living-room tv so the four of us can play. We decide to play Super Smash Bros.

Tommy's the best, racking up the most wins, but I’m not too far behind. However, Benson’s dead last. 

While the three of us are sitting on the couch, Benson’s sitting on the floor. Whenever he loses, he stands up and aims Buttzilla in the face of the one he feels is responsible.

Benson is a notoriously sore loser.

“Oh you wanna blast me off screen Justin, well here’s a blast of my own.”

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“You won, Tommy. Enjoy the stench of victory.”

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“Looks like you won Nick, here’s your prize. Buttzilla hopes you like it.”

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"I hate your character's special move, Tommy. Tell me, do you hate Buttzilla's special move just as much?"

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“Damn it Justin. For that cheap shot I’m gonna make sure this one stinks really bad.”

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“If Buttzilla was a playable character, none of you would stand a chance. Here Nick, take a whiff of how overpowered he is… NGH” 

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After an hour of playing, each of us won at least two matches, excluding Benson. He was absolutely slaughtered.  

It’s hilarious but the three of us are on edge. We know Benson’s gonna have a farty tantrum.

Benson stands up. With his back facing us, he bends forward, stretching the material of his shorts over his protruding, fleshy melons.

“You dicks are screwed! I want the three of you to huddle your faces together and bury them in Buttzilla.” Benson finishes by giving his bubbly rump a smack, making his pillowy mounds jiggle. 

The three of us scoff and tell him no.

Benson looks back with a wolfish grin. “Oh yes you will or I’m gonna head to each of your rooms right now, and let a bare-ass Buttzilla go wild. Hope you and your girls will enjoy sleeping in a room that’ll be stinking of my Buttzilla vapors for weeks.” He says, mostly threatening Tommy and Justin. It seems to work because the two look like they’re on death row.

I scoff again, “Our room already smells like your ass. So I’m not doing it.” I challenge.

Slyly grinning, “No worries Nick, Buttzilla will be getting his revenge real soon.” Benson promises.

“Alright you two, get on in here. Time to receive your punishment.” Benson shakes his hips making his mountainous ass-slabs bounce and clap against each other.

With a look of revulsion and defeat, side-by-side, Tommy and Justin kneel down so they're face-level with Buttzilla.

“Cheek-to-cheek you two, so you can be– Hehehe– cheek-to-cheek with Buttzilla.” Benson teases.

Tommy groans and Justin calls him a ‘dick’. They press the sides of their faces together and bury them against Benson’s clothed crack. I watch as Benson’s ass fat molds around their faces. 

I jolt a bit when I feel a stirring in my crotch. What the hell?

Benson grabs the back of both of their heads, keeping their faces trapped against his fat ass.

“Hang on dudes! NGH… Buttzilla’s about to go all kaiju on both your faces… UGH”

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A massive, 40 second fart roars out of Benson’s butt and into our friends’ faces. It’s strong enough that I see the back of their heads shaking from the powerful blast. 

Justin’s and Tommy’s faces might be in the way, but Benson’s hellish fumes still spread throughout the room. It has my eyes watering.

Benson sighs in relief as he grinds his cakes over their faces for a few seconds. Once he releases the back of their heads, our kneeling friends fall onto their hands, coughing and dry-heaving. Benson is standing over them, laughing like some kinda supervillain. 

“Haha, the sound of you guys choking on my fart is music to my ears.” He sing-songs.

I open the backdoors to the patio and windows to air Benson’s ass funk outta the room. Doing this helps me not to study on the hardening in my pants.

Tommy, Justin, and I agree to no more playing Super Smash with Benson anymore. We decide to play a co-op game. It’s certainly not as much but Benson still farts on us some as we play.

After another hour of gaming, the girls return. And at the same time, the four of us notice we have no snacks, food, or drinks here. 

I volunteer to pick up food and drinks at the nearby Walmart. I roll my eyes when Benson volunteers to come along.

As we get into my car I say, “You know you don’t have to come, right? I can get the groceries myself.”

Benson counters, “No can do, Nicky. I’m coming because Buttzilla is protective of ya. He’ll growl at anyone who tries to trouble ya. Here, listen.” Benson leans to the side, aiming his butt in my direction. He narrows his eyes in concentration and then…

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Benson rips a greasy fart, contaminating the interior of my car with his skunky fumes. I cough and gag while side-glaring him.

He shoots me a lopsided grin and winks. “Don’t worry Nicky, Buttzilla will always have your back."

I shake my head before pulling off. Walmart is only a few minutes away but that’s more than enough time for Benson.

“Oh” FART “Ah” FART “That felt good” FART “That was a wet one, hehe” FART “Buttzilla’s on a roll” FART “Damn if you weren’t driving I’d be blasting your face with these bad boys” FART “Oh well, I guess I’ll settle for hotboxing ya” FFFAAARRRTTT

It takes us 7 smelly minutes to reach Walmart. As soon as we’re parked I’m out of the car. I grab a cart and head on my own through the store. 

I’m in the cereal section looking over the choices. I reach for a box of Smack ‘ems at the same time as someone else. I look over and see a handsome dude, about my age. He smiles and takes the box next to the one I grabbed.  

“Sorry” we both apologize simultaneously and then laugh. We talk a little and I'm getting the feeling that he’s attracted to me. I came out as bi a year ago and I haven’t even kissed a guy let alone flirted with one. I’m both nervous and hopeful.

“Yeah, it’s me and my friends, and two of them brought their girlfriends.” I tell him.

“Oh, and do you have a girlfriend?” he asks.

“No I don’t have a girlfriend… or a boyfriend.” I hint.

He rewards me with a sexy half-grin.

He’s about to say something when Benson, with his arms full, steps in between us. “Look here Nicky, I got all we need to make smores.” Benson says before dropping it into our cart. 

“Good, how about you go get the drinks?” I suggest, trying to get rid of Benson.

For a split second, Benson looks annoyed. He doesn't leave.

The handsome stranger stands next to Benson to talk with me again. “I know you’re here with your friends but would you like to meet up later tonight, alone.” He offers.

“I’d love to.” I jump at the chance.

His grin broadens, “Great, give me your number so I can text y-ACK.” Out of nowhere, Benson suddenly grabs the guy by the back of the neck. Before anything can be done, Benson forces the guy to bend over and smothers his face in his titanic rump. 

I look around, panicked. Thankfully no one’s around and I see no cameras. “What are you doing? Let him go!” I urgently whisper to Benson.

Benson shakes his head, sporting a devilish grin. “Nope, I’m sorry Nicky but my instincts are screaming to me that this guy is trouble. Let me and Buttzilla deal with this threat.”

Benson sneers down, over his shoulder, at his struggling prey. The guy’s trying to pull his face out of Benson’s bum but Benson’s grip is too strong.

“Sorry bud, but my friend’s busy tonight. But if you wanna hangout then let me introduce you to somebody… GGH”

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“Ah, this here is Buttzilla. He’s a blast to be around… HGH”

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“Don’t  let this big fella fool you. Sure Buttzilla can turn a whole city into a toxic, uninhabitable wasteland, but he can also be very sweet… FGH”

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“Why just take a listen to his words. I bet they’ll bring you to tears… RGH”

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“I knew you guys would click. Now you two have fun back there… NGH”

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Benson forces out a barrage of thunderous farts into the handsome dude’s face. Thankfully the guy’s face is muffling Benson’s butt blasts so no one in nearby aisles are hearing this.

I feel sad for the innocent guy, but, oh no. What the hell? I’m getting hard again.

After 5 minutes, Benson lets the guy go. The handsome stranger falls to the ground, unconscious. Benson grabs my hand and our cart and we quickly head to checkout.

As we’re being rung up, we notice a commotion some distance away. A few workers are gathered in front of the aisle where the incident happened. 

“Holy crap, some dude's on the floor down there.” A worker says as he starts down the aisle. He immediately recoils back, covering his mouth and nose with a hand. “Oh, it stinks down there! I think a nearby sewer pipe busted open.”

Benson snorts but covers it with a cough.

As we head back to my car with the groceries, rage starts to consume me. My first chance with a guy and Benson ruins it. 

Once we’re in the car I explode. “What the fuck Benson? Why would you do that? The first guy who shows interest into me, and you ruin it. I shouldn’t be surprised, ever since I came out, all you do is pick on me. I mean it’s obvious you take issue with it. I guess nearly a decade of friendship means nothing.”

“Nicky I-”

I cut him off, never feeling so angry, “Just shut up, Benson! I’m done with you too!”

The drive back is filled with uncomfortable silence. And it follows us into the cabin. Everyone can pick-up on the dark vibes between the two of us. 

As far as I’m concerned, Tommy and Justin are my best friends while Benson's nothing to me, anymore. I let everyone know that I’ll be sleeping on the couch for the rest of the week instead of my room. I accidentally glance at Benson, he looks miserable.

To relieve the tension, Tommy suggests we go bar-hopping tonight. Benson decides to stay here since I want to go. I hate that I feel guilty about that.

We decide to leave at 8 to get something to eat before hitting the bars.

For the next few hours, I make sure to keep my distance from Benson.

The guys hound me about what’s going on, so I tell them. They think I should forgive him, but I’m done with Benson's shit.

Looking pissed, Justin walks off, muttering, “Stupid idiot. I told him to stop these games and lay it out there.”

I’m dressed and walk into the living-room around 7:40. Tommy and Laura soon join me. We’re talking and waiting for the other couple to join us. 

While we’re talking, Tommy suddenly asks, “Hey Laura, guess what I ate an hour ago?” Tommy brings his face right up to Laura’s, opens his mouth, and belches right in her face.

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I’m appalled, Tommy looks pleased with himself, and Laura looks irritated but I can tell she’s trying not to smile. “Thanks a lot, now I gotta go touch up my makeup, dumbass.” She nudges him in the gut, making him grunt, before walking off.

“Why are you doing stuff like that to her?” I ask Tommy, with a furrowed brow. 

Tommy stares at me silently for a moment before laughing. “Haha, Nick this is how us young bros show our affection to people we're attracted to. You know, it’s us basically pulling their pigtails. Haven’t you ever picked on a girl or guy you liked?”

“Never” I answer, clearly affronted.

 My eyes widen when Benson comes to mind. He’s been farting and picking on me for all this time. Is he into me?

As I’m putting this together, Tommy blurts out “Wait, you’re just now realizing that Benson has a crush on you?” He asks, looking shocked.

This can’t be real. I first realized that I was bi because of my crush on Benson. If I’m being honest, even after everything, I still have a crush on him. 

The conversation ends there as the others join us. At the last second I decide to stay here. The others are confused as to why but Tommy herds them out without question. 

They'll be gone for a long time; I need answers from Benson.

I find Benson sitting in a chair, on the back patio, looking at the lake, quietly. 

They'll be gone for a long time; I need answers from Benson.

I find Benson sitting in a chair, on the back patio, looking at the lake, quietly. 

They'll be gone for a long time; I need answers from Benson.

I round the chair to get in front of him. Benson looks up at me, surprised. “What're you doing here? I thought you went with the others?”

Saying nothing, I squat down and lean in, bringing my lips within inches from his. I want to see what’ll happen. Hopefully he isn’t gonna punch me. 

Holy shit! Benson’s blushing. I can’t help but smile. 

I suddenly sit down on Benson’s lap, startling him so much that he…

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Benson’s face reddens more. “Uh, sorry about that. W-what are you doing?”

“Have you been picking on me for so long because you have a crush on me?” I ask directly.

Benson looks guilty as he hesitantly nods. “I’m sorry I went too far. I didn’t know what to say and enjoyed getting reactions out of you. And I’m sorry about what I did to that guy. I was just so jealous, I-”

I cut Benson off, “Just shut up and kiss me. I’ve had the longest crush on you.”

Not needing to be told twice, Benson grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a heated kiss. Benson licks the seam of my lips and I grant his tongue access into my mouth. Damn, this man knows how to kiss.

After intensely making out, we both pull away, breathing heavily.

“Benny, I hope you don't think less of me, but I wouldn’t mind us going further.” I offer, hoping I don't come off too desperate. 

A cocky grin forms on Benson’s lips. He cradles my ass in his big mitts. "Not at all. Nicky. And if anyone tells you otherwise, they're gonna have to deal with my booty." As Benson stands up, while holding me, he narrows his eyes.

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I roll my eyes. "Really?"

He shrugs, "Get used to it. But now I've got work to do. You gave me the go ahead to make this ass mine." He says before giving my ass a smack.

Carrying me, Benson races us to our room and shuts the door with his foot. He tosses me onto his bed and then leaps on top of me, covering my body with his, making me laugh. 

An hour later, we're both sweaty, exhausted, and naked, lying side-by-side in his bed.

I just lost my v-card to my crush and it was amazing. In fact we did it three times in the last hour, and I’m sure we have more in us for tonight.

We’re both panting, basking in the relaxing aftermath. Suddenly, Benson turns onto his side, and presses his naked, bulbous rear against my hip.

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Benson rips a wet-sounding fart on me. I groan as the smell of sex is overtaken by the stink of rotten eggs. 

“Way to ruin the moment, jackass.” I say, making Benson laugh.

“Haha, what? I hope you didn’t think you weren’t gonna be Buttzilla’s favorite victim after this. Quite the opposite. Now that I know you got it bad for me, Buttzilla’s gonna be blasting ya even more.”

“I can’t believe my first ever boyfriend won’t stop farting on me.” I fire back.

The both of us go quiet after I refer to him as my boyfriend. I look at Benson out of the corner of my eye, he has a huge smile.

“Oh, so I’m your boyfriend now?” He teases.

Blushing profusely, I stare up at the ceiling and shrug nonchalantly. “Well, I should gain something after being bullied by Buttzzilla for a year.” I counter.

“Heh, well when you say it like that, I guess you've got yourself a boyfriend. But as my boyfriend you must love the best and worst of me. And babe, here comes the worst.”

Before I can do anything, Benson is suddenly straddling my chest, facing my feet. His mountainous cakes protrude above my face, covering me in their shadow. His knees are on either side of me, pinning my arms to my sides so I can’t resist.

“Benson!” I warn.

“Shhh, Nicky. I promised you my worst and here they come.” With that, Benson sits on my face, drowning me under pounds of doughy ass meat. His fleshy cheeks pour over the sides of my face, consuming my entire head into his sweaty crack.

I give a muffled protest as I feel his pucker against the tip of my nose. 

From above, I hear Benson say, “Damn Nicky, I’ve never farted on someone's nose who was so deep in Buttzilla. As your caring boyfriend I'm gonna wish you luck. FGH… See you on the other side… NGH”

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Benson's lighting up my face with one monstrous fart after another. His skunky fumes have me coughing and gagging. 

I'm feeling so mixed right now. I’m struggling to get out from under Benson's ass, but at the same time, I’m rock hard.

Benson pauses. “Stop struggling Nicky, I know you like this. I’m looking right at your hard-on.” Benson says, embarrassing me. I free my arms and push his ass up, a few inches off of my face. 

“Benny, I don’t want to talk about this.” I plead.

“Fine, we won’t talk about it, but you’re gonna smell this… NGH” With Benson’s ass hovering right above my face, he farts.

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He rips a beefy fart right in my face. His eggy fumes weaken my arms. Benson uses the opportunity to bear his weight down and sits his fat ass on my face again. My face is swallowed back up in between his fleshy moons. And now I feel my lips kissing his grimy pucker.

"You should have told me this floated your boat earlier, baby. You know Buttzilla loves blowing you noxious kisses." As soon as he says this I feel his hole opening and pushing outwards against my mouth.

“Come on babe. Give Buttzilla a kiss on the lips. I bet he’d like that.”

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Benson farts into my open mouth, inflating my cheeks with his raunchy ass-wind. 

“Wow, I better take notes. Seems like Buttzilla’s a better kisser than me.”

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“Wow, I better take notes. Seems like Buttzilla’s a better kisser than me.”

With Benson knowing my secret and not caring, I discard caution and start tonguing his pucker. The salty, pungent taste turns me on even more. Above me I feel Benson jolt and shake, obviously enjoying my tongue.

“Oh fuck yeah, Nicky. Buttzilla feels that you've earned this one for such tenacity.”

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“Damn babe, you’re making me feel good. And Buttzilla’s more than willing to return the favor. HGH… Just don’t hold it against me if you die… UGH”

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Benson rips a 45 second juggernaut of a fart into my mouth as I continue to taste him. The thunderous beast coats my tongue and echoes down my gullet.

This pushes us both over the edge, making us both shoot. 

Benson falls onto the bed, lying next to me, upside-down. We’re both breathing laboredly. The smell of sex and Benson’s intestinal emissions fills the room. 

“That was fucking amazing Benson. Sorry if that was too gross for you.” I pant out.

Benson doesn’t reply verbally. Instead he moves around and then I feel this side of my face sinking into his bare, pillowy booty.

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He pushes out a bassy, rumbling fart in my face to shut me up. 

We have smelly, mind-blowing sex for the rest of the night.

The others return early in the morning, hungover.

It’s mostly just me and Benson with the others out of commission for half the day. Benson doesn’t waste the chance to tease, kiss, and fart on me. Saying things like, ‘Careful Nicky, Buttzilla’s gonna get you’ or ‘Brace yourselves: surprise Buttzilla attack incoming’.

Around noon me and Benson change into our swimming trunks and head down to the lake.

I can see people in the water on the other side of the lake, but our side is empty.

I leap into the water, going under. When I resurface the light is blocked out. I look up. Benson's bubbly ass is falling straight for my face. As it careens towards me...

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Benson's high-flying, farting backside hits me in the face, and we both go underwater. 

I reemerge, coughing up water, and he’s laughing. 

I laugh too, splashing him, “You’re such a dick.”

Benson shoots me an impish smirk, “Come on babe, I ain’t a dick.” He says as he swims to me before spinning around. Benson looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a wolfish grin. “But I am an ass.” Benson closes one eye and grunts.

A slew of bubbles rise to the surface of the water and pop. The air around us is immediately clouded with the stench of digested meat and Benson’s personal brand of butt funk.

I try to swim away, but Benson snickers as he wraps his arms around me, keeping me in the middle of his fart cloud.

I try to complain but Benson starts kissing me.

Our making out is interrupted by an obnoxiously high voice, coming from nearby, on land. “Oh Benson! Oh Benson! Yes! Yes!” 

Tommy and Justin are holding one another, pretending they're kissing heavily, parodying us. 

From Benson’s vindictive grin, I can tell they’re finished. Like a junkyard dog, I set him loose. “Go on, you and Buttzilla have fun."

Benson gives me a kiss on the cheek before whispering in my ear, “Enjoy the show, Nicky. Buttzilla's gonna put on a performance you'll never forget.” He promises, instantly bricking me up. 

Benson flashes me a devilish smile before swimming and then climbing onto shore. He quickly closes in on the two. 

With how Tommy and Justin are pretend-kissing, they can’t keep an eye on Benson, which is a big mistake.

When they pull away from each other, laughing, Benson’s already on top of them. 

Benson tackles them to the ground, on their backs, shoulder-to-shoulder.

He quickly spins around and my jaw drops. Benson’s able to sit his titanic rump on both of their faces, at once. Tommy’s face is buried under Benson’s right butt cheek while Justin’s buried under the left.

Benson winks at me, knowing I'm impressed and turned on.

"Now fellas, you've gone and made Buttzilla jealous. He wants to take part in the lovin' going on over here. Pucker up, gentlemen... UGH"

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Smell of a mugger

I’m a very successful financial analyst in the big city. Even though I’m wealthy, I enjoy drinking in gay dive bars in less favorable areas. There's never too many patrons in these bars and I like to drink by myself.

After one and a half beers, I leave. My hybrid's parked a block away. Out of nowhere, I’m dragged into a dark alley and slammed against a brickwall.

I'm pinned against the wall by a man. He’s wearing black basketball shorts and a black wife-beater. His attire shows off his muscular body, intimidating me. His mouth and nose are masked by a black bandana he has wrapped around his face, and he’s wearing a dark blue baseball cap. He's glaring at me with his green eyes.

“Give me your wallet!” He snarls.

Although I’m scared, I notice something. He’s pinning me to the wall with both hands. He has no weapon and I don’t see the indent of one in his shorts.

“You have no weapon.”

He narrows his eyes, “Oh, I'm armed with your worst nightmare. Now don’t test me and give me your wallet.”

I glance down again, seeing no weapon. “No.” 

“Should’ve just given me your wallet.” He growls.

While keeping me pinned against the wall with one hand, my mugger spins around, showing me his back. I look down and my eyes widen. This guy’s sporting a dump-truck ass. He has two thicc cakes stuffed into a pair of shorts that are barely able to contain them. The seam of his shorts is wedged deep in between his bubbly globes; each is bigger than my head.

He backs his ass into me. With him being taller his meaty cheeks press against my stomach. I’m already confused but even more so when I hear him grunting.

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A 6 second explosion erupts out of his ass and rumbles against me. 

“D-did you just fart on me?” I cry.

He looks back at me, over his shoulder. His mouth is covered but I can tell he’s smirking. 

“You tell me. Get a whiff of this bitch!” He pulls his ass a few inches away from me and starts wafting the smell up towards my face.

I gag as the stench of rotten eggs and garlic assaults my nose. It has my eyes watering. 

“Haha, how’s that smell bitch? You could’ve just given me your wallet and I would’ve left. But instead, you chose this...”

He thrust his huge, meaty ass back onto my stomach, and unleashes a barrage of beefy farts.

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“Oh yeah, smell my stink. Still think I’m unarmed?”

He vents one trumpeting fart after another onto me. Each one strong enough to rattle me to the bone. The stench quickly spreads, clouding the entire alleyway with his eggy fumes.

I’m a coughing and retching mess. Breathing in nothing but his farts has me in a haze. 

My mugger releases my shirt and removes his ass. Feeling so weak, I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the alley floor.

Hearing him chuckle, I notice him squatting down, aligning my face with his bulbous rump. I whimper.

He looks back at me with a cruel glint in his eyes. “Don't give me that. You brought this on yourself.”

WHUMP

He thrusts his ass back, burying my face in his musky, blubbery moons. The back of my head is pressed against the wall so I’ve got no way to escape. His immense amount of ass fat is dominating and smothering my whole face.

“How about a transaction? I’ll take the contents of your wallet, and your mouth will take the contents of my colon.” As I feel him reach into my pocket for my wallet, he starts rocking his ample bum on my face, somehow working my mouth open.

I shudder as I feel his glutes flex and then relax.

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A 40 second typhoon of his noxious ass gas blasts into my open mouth, ballooning my cheeks and poisoning my lungs. 

I’ve never tasted or smelled something so terrible in all my life. My gagging and crying are muffled by his pillowy mounds.

Once his monstrous fart ends, he starts wiping his crack around my face, working it into my pores. 

After a minute of this, he finally frees my face from his ass. I fall onto my side, coughing and gasping for fresh air.

I look up, seeing my wallet lying on the ground, in front of me, and the mugger exiting the alley. Just before leaving, he looks back at me. I can see cruel humor in his green eyes. “Hope you like the smell of my farts because you’re gonna be smelling like them for the next few days, no matter how much you wash. Enjoy, bitch!” He taunts before leaving.

It takes me 5 minutes to stand and retrieve my wallet. He stole the 350 dollars I had, but nothing else. My credit cards and ids are all here.

I make my way to my car and drive home. As I’m driving, I ponder.

The truth of the matter is that I have a farting fetish. True, that experience was frightening, but it also turned me on. That was the first time someone's ever farted on me. I hope he didn’t notice me getting hard.

A normal person would go to the police and never go near that bar again, but not me. No one’s ever farted on me, let alone a hot guy, and I’m desperate for it to happen again.

I used to go to the bar once a week, but now I’m going every other day, hoping to get mugged by him again. I make sure I’m carrying 500 dollars on me. 

In the bar, I just take a sip or two of beer before leaving. For the last two weeks my walk back to my car has been duds.

I get into my car, counting today as another failure. After I shut my door, I’m startled by my passenger side door being opened. The mugger, who’s wearing what he wore last time, gets in and shuts the door. Instead of sitting in his seat, he’s crouched on it with his back facing me.

Before I can react, the mugger’s meaty mounds are already traversing over the center console, heading straight for my face. 

“Hey again, my personal bank bitch. Me and my booty are gonna make another withdrawl.”

WHUMP

Similar to last time, my head is now trapped between his big ass and my car window. His fat cheeks roll over the sides of my face, making contact with the glass, completely entombing my face in his butt meat.

“Yeah, so I’m feeling gassy and trigger happy today, so you’ve got no choice but to whiff up these butt rockets.”

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“Sucks to be you man. My booty is lethal tonight.”

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“Haha, that’s it, keep on struggling. Soon you’ll realize there’s no escaping my fat ass.”

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“When it comes to my fat ass, there's one thing to remember.”

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“You”

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“Can’t”

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“Win”

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My mugger forces a barrage of putrid, eggy smelling farts up my nose. The vile fumes are worse than I remembered, it’s so overwhelming that I can barely move, it feels as if I’m paralyzed. I’m retching and my eyes are watering. Even though I’m suffering, I’m still turned on.

My mugger halts his gassy assault, pulling his ass a few inches away from my face. He pats down my pants, searching for my wallet. When his hand grazes my crotch he pauses for a moment before continuing. 

He finally finds my wallet and retrieves it. 

My mugger whistles as he takes my cash. “Mighty fine donation you’ve brought me. In fact-” The mugger reaches back and pulls down the back of his shorts. I gasp as his fat, fleshy orbs pour out into the open, and wobble right in my face.

“Because of your generous contribution, my booty wants to thank you in person.” He reaches back and spreads his cheeks. He exposes his sweaty pucker, surrounded by a thatch of black hair.

“You’ve got a really nice ride, bud. Sorry that I’m gonna make the interior permanently stink of my swamp ass… NGH”

I watch his ass-lips open and press outwards.

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2 minutes of swampy ass wind, thunders out of his ass and pointblank into my face. It’s so powerful that it blows back my hair and has the entire car shaking. And the paint-peeling stench is unbearable. 

As his fart comes to an end, I watch his pucker close back up just before passing out.

I groan as I wake up, still in my car. My wallet is lying in the passenger seat. I start up my car and see that I’ve been unconscious for five minutes. 

I believe what my mugger said about his fart never leaving my car is true. During the entire ride back home, the stench doesn’t wane in the slightest. 

I jerk-off several times before finally falling asleep. I count today as a success.

It’s tomorrow, and after work I head to the same bar. I take a stool in front of the bar. Besides me and the bartender, there’s two guys in a booth a few yards behind me. 

The bartender heads to the utility closet to get a mop when one of the two, behind me, spills their beer on the floor.

As I sip on my beer, someone takes a seat next to me. I pay them no mind, praying that the mugger robs me tonight. Fuck, I know that sounds crazy.

My thoughts are interrupted as the patrons behind me start coughing, violently. That’s when a familiar, sulfuric stink reaches my nose. 

I look at who just sat next to me. It's him! It’s my mugger, except his mask is gone. I'd know those green eyes anywhere. 

His lips stretch into an impish grin as he narrows his eyes. It’s barely audible, but beneath him I hear…

Ppppssshhhhh

I glance down and my eyes widen. He’s sitting on the stool, leaning a bit forward with his bare ass hanging out the back. His fleshy cakes are as big as I remember.

Hearing thuds, I turn around. The two patrons are knocked out, their heads crashing on the table.

The bartender storms out of the utility closet in a panic. The collar of his shirt pulled over his nose and mouth. His eyes immediately lock onto the bare-ass mugger. 

He walks right up, behind the mugger, with a furrowed brow. “Dude pull up your shorts and get the hell out.” He orders.

Not looking away from me, the mugger’s hand shoots up, grabbing the bartender by the back of the neck. Before the bartender can resist, he pulls him down and shoves his face into his naked, raunchy backside. 

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He rips a 5 second, honking fart in the bartender’s face. The bartender's body spasms before he falls to the ground, unconscious. I’m now hard and completely alone with this farting demon of a mugger.

Grinning, he reaches over the bar, getting himself a beer and opening it with a bottle-opener. Before sitting back down, he grabs my bottle of beer. I watch as the top of my bottle disappears between his bubbly cheeks. He exaggeratedly scrunches up his face and…

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He vents a 6 second fart into my beer. With a cheeky grin he hands it to me. The neck of the bottle is warm to the touch, and the eggy stench radiates heavily off of it. 

I take a sip and nearly choke on the shitty, acidic taste.

He laughs as I drink it without hesitation. “Haha, for the longest time I couldn’t figure you out.” He starts.

“After mugging you, I watched as you kept returning to my hunting grounds, like you wanted me to target you again. I was worried you were a cop or something. But then why did you let me mug you the first time? So I did it again and figured it out.” He says before glancing down at my crotch.

I blush seeing the slight imprint of my hard-on through my slacks.

He gets up, shooting me a cheeky grin as he turns around. He backs up, sinking the side of my arm into his pillowy booty.

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He rips a rumbly, 7 second fart on me. I’m immediately surrounded in his fart cloud that stinks of digested meat and cabbage. 

He sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against my arm, before setting back down.

“Well, well, well, looks like I found myself a fart-sniffer.” He taunts with a lopsided grin.

Finally finding my voice, I ask, “W-what’s your name?”

He scoffs, “Yeah, I’ve revealed my face, I’m sure as hell not telling you my name, yet. But you can call me Gasser. Bet you know why.” Gasser leans to the side, aiming his butt crack my way.

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I get another lungful of his eggy butt air. 

“Ah, and since I took a look in your wallet, I know your name’s Will.” He adds as he wafts his gas towards my face. “So, how much do you have for me in your wallet this time, Will?”

“800” I respond, making him grin.

“Alright Will, you’ve got a decision to make. You can give me the 800 dollars and I’ll rip a huge fart I’m brewing right in your face. It’ll probably knock you out.

Or option two: we can get into your car and head to an atm, so you can withdraw and pay me 2000 dollars. With that, you can take me to your place and I’ll make sure your entire home stinks of my swamp ass for weeks. And then I’ll sit on your face with my big cakes and fart for an hour. Be warned: even if you start hating it, beneath me, I won’t care; I’m not stopping until the hour is up.

So, what’s it gonna be?” He lays it out for me.

“Option 2” I choose immediately. 

A cocky smirk forms on his lips. “Good choice. Let’s go, I have so much gas I wanna unload on you.”

Gasser turns away from me and slowly rises off of his stool. As he slowly gets up, with his bare ass facing me-

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He rips a long and growly fart, spraying me with his vile, intestinal fumes. 

Like a loyal pet, I follow him out of the bar and to my car. He still has his bubble butt hanging out. His plump moons wobble and clap against each other as he walks ahead of me. He’s also crop-dusting me with trumpeting poots as he leads the way.

When we reach my car, I slide into the driver seat and he into the passenger. He doesn’t pull up his shorts when he gets in. His bare cheeks are on my leather seat.

As I start my car, he breathes in deeply. “Ah, I see my butt stink is still going strong in here.”

“I was supposed to give a friend a ride earlier but he declined because of the smell. He thinks a baby skunk died around the engine.” I confess, making Gasser laugh.

“Haha, well I take that as an insult. No way a baby skunk can produce stink like this… UGH.”

Gasser curls his hands into fists and clenches his jaw.

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Gasser rips a thunderous 15 second fart onto the leather seat. This monster-of-a-fart has the entire car vibrating. Gasser’s face is red but he looks pleased. With a mischievous grin he leans away from me, letting his fumes escape from beneath him, and starts fanning it towards my face. 

I start retching as the stench of raw sewage and garlic hits me in the face like a ton of bricks. It does nothing to deflate my hard-on, in fact it makes me throb. 

“Ah, that was just a taste, if you really want me to gas you out then you better start driving.” Gasser says.

The nearest atm is a block away. I get his money and pay him and then we’re off to my place.

As we drive I speak up. “You know you’re known as an infamous myth to the wealthy. You’re like a bogeyman who robs the rich with his farts. They call you the Butt Bombing Bandit.”

Gasser gives a full-body laugh at this. “Haha, holy shit, I didn’t know that. That’s awesome and an awesome name.”

I shoot him a small smile. “Most think you’re just a myth. I think the rich you robbed are too embarrassed to admit what happened or go to the police.”

Gasser snorts, “That’s exactly what I hoped. Rich people have too much pride. Well all except you, but luckily I can keep you quiet with my butt grenades.” Gasser leans away and rips a squeaky poot, proving his point.

It takes us 45 minutes to get to my place. I live in a big, secluded villa, just outside the city. Gasser is slack-jawed as I lead him inside.

“Still think you can stink out my place?” I tease him as we stand in the middle of my huge sitting-room.

Gasser narrows his eyes and shoots me a cocky smirk that sends a shiver down my spine. “Please, pay me enough later and I’ll give you a show by stinking out every floor of a high-rise tower within 30 minutes. This place and your face, stands no chance against this.” When he says ‘this’ he gives his fat bum, which is still out in the open, a slap making his mounds jiggle.

Gasser walks to the center of the room. As if doing yoga, he assumes the downward dog position. His bare, poison-spewing booty is pointed at the high ceiling.

I hear him start straining.

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“Oh”

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“Ah”

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“That felt good”

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“Damn I’m gassy tonight, hahaha”

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I’m in awe and turned on watching Gasser pump out one thunderous fart after another into my home. The air in my huge sitting-room is heavy with his thick butt stink. It has my eyes watering and my nose slightly running. 

Gasser looks over at me and grins, fiendishly. He turns his bare ass to me, still in downward-dog, and starts backing up, towards me. My eyes widen as I start backing up.

He taunts me and farts as he slowly pursues me.

“Haha, are you starting to realize that you fucked up, fart-sniffer?”

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“That you should be running from the fart storm roaring outta my ass”

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“Or begging this farting god not to make your house uninhabitable”

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“Well too bad because I’m no benevolent god. I won’t give you mercy, only more of this… NGH”

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My retreating stops when my back hits the wall. Gasser backs his ass into me, covering my crotch and lower stomach with his bare, fleshy orbs.

He rocks his ass against me and chuckles. “Hehe, oh yeah, your nose isn’t gonna thank you for not escaping when you had the chance… NGH”

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For the next 20 minutes he keeps blasting me and flooding my home with his endless supply of noxious butt bombs. I’m coughing and gagging, and I’ve never been so hard in my life.

Without a doubt, I’m certain Gasser’s swampy ass vapors have spread throughout my entire property. I’m not sure if it's a trick of the eyes, but there's a slightly green tint in the air.  

Gasser straightens up. His face is red, he's breathing hard, but he’s grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

He takes a deep breath, looking satisfied. “I’m sure my swampy ass funk has dominated every inch of your home, but you also paid for an hour of extreme face farting. And me and my booty always get the job done.”

Gasser grabs me by the shoulders and steers me towards the couch. He shoves me down, onto my ass, in front of the couch. He then tilts my head back so I’m looking up at the ceiling with the back of my head resting on the seat of the couch.

Gasser turns around and backs up, lording his titanic rump above my face. Without a second of hesitation, he drops his fat bubbly ass down, taking a seat right on my face. I grunt from the impact.

My face is quickly swallowed up in between Gasser’s beefy slabs. My nose is pressed against his hole with his doughy cheeks clamped around my face, completely entombing me.

“Looks like the Butt-Bombing Bandit strikes again. But instead of money, my booty’s robbing you of an hour of fresh air, this time. See you on the other side… GGH”

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“MMM, yeah, that’s it… HGH”

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“Smell my nasty ass fumes… FGH”

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“Taste my rank butt grenades… HGGH”

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“Worship my deadly farts!... NGH”

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“Fucking surrender to my fat, godly ass. Because… GGH”

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“YOU”

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“BELONG”

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“TO”

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“MY”

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“ASS… UGH”

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Gasser unleashes a barrage of insanely monstrous farts pointblank in my trapped face. I'm overwhelmed by the acidic taste and smell of sulfur and rotten fish. 

I only last 15 minutes into Gasser’s farting assault before I pass out. But I have no doubt that It lasted a whole hour.

I wake up sometime later in my bed. I don’t know what time it is but it’s still dark outside. And Gasser’s asleep in bed with me. He’s on his stomach, lying starfished in the middle of the bed. I’m using his mountainous, bare rump as a pillow with my legs hanging off the end of the bed. 

Still tired, I rest my face back down on his pillowy bum with my nose nestled between his cheeks. It’s surprisingly easy to fall back asleep even though Gasser farts every 30 seconds in his sleep. 

I’m awoken in the morning by a trumpeting, sleeping fart to the face from Gasser. 

I decide to get up and make breakfast before dropping Gasser off… somewhere.

20 minutes later, in the kitchen, I’m nearly finished cooking when Gasser tiredly shambles into the room. Instead of sitting down at the kitchen table, he walks up to me near the fridge. When he reaches me he wheels around and pushes his ample backside into my lower back.

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 Gasser rips a rumbling, 6 second fart on me that startles me. He reaches back, grabbing my hips with his hands so I can't get away.

After yawning, Gasser says, “Stay right there, I’m gonna mark you with my potent, morning, butt thunder.”

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As I finish making breakfast, Gasser follows, keeping his ass pressed against me, and farting.

Once I’m done we take our seats and eat. I ask him where he’d like me to drop him off and he tells me near the bar is good. 

Once we’re finished, Gasser stands up and walks up to me still sitting in my chair. He grabs the back of my neck and tilts my head backwards. He pulls down the back of his shorts, freeing his jiggling, meaty moons. He turns around and sits his fleshy cakes on my upturned face. 

Gasser starts aggressively wiping his ass around my face until his hole finds my slightly-open mouth. 

“I hope you saved room, fart-sniffer because here comes my signature, morning eggs. FGH… They’re a real gas… NGH”

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A 25 second hurricane of Gasser’s ass wind roars into my open mouth and echoes down my gullet. Once Gasser frees me, I drop my head between my knees, dry heaving on his sulfuric, eggy devastation.

Gasser snickers, “Hehe, I know you loved it and want more. And you’ll get it as long as you pay me.”

Once I gain my bearings, I get dressed and drop him off near the bar. This becomes the norm for us. Almost everyday, he pops up when I leave the bar and comes home with me. There, he farts and farts on me, like the farting god he is. And on some nights, he spends the night. It costs me 2 grand a week; that's basically nothing to me.

I’m starting to catch feelings for him which is a bad thing because I know it's all about the money for him. It's okay; I ignore this feeling.

It’s been 7 months and I’ve paid this gassy, young jock an insane amount of money. And I don’t regret a single cent of it. It’s money well spent.

My friend, who won’t ride in my car anymore, is a college professor of finance. Once a semester, he asks me to come into class so I can talk with his students.

When I step in front of the class and introduce myself, I’m shocked to see Gasser in the front row. With a roll call I find out Gasser’s real name is Gary Waters. I school my features but he’s looking at me, wide-eyed. 

My talk with the class goes swimmingly. Thankfully Gasser, or I mean Gary, does nothing to garner my attention.

Once class is ended, Gary runs out of the room like a bat outta hell. After saying goodbye to my friend, I head to my car. I parked in a secluded lot quite a distance away. It's the only free lot around. 

I’m a block away when I’m pulled into an alley and pinned against the wall by Gary. It’s almost nostalgic. Luckily no one’s around. Today he’s wearing a black cap, a black wife-beater, and gray sweats. 

Gasser looks pissed but I can see fear in his eyes. “Does Mr. Martin know about me mugging the rich? Is he gonna get me kicked out of school? Is he gonna involve the police?” He shoots out a rapid fire of questions.

“Relax Gasser, he knows nothing. I haven’t now or ever will rat you out. I promise.” I call him Gasser instead of his real name, so he can feel like he’s in control.

Gasser relaxes, letting me go. He gives me a shaky smile. “That’s good to know. I was worried I’d have to fart my professor to death, silencing him and showing you what happens to the people you blab my secret to. Afterwards, of course, your face would be headed straight for my big ole booty for several stinky hours.” Gasser teases to lighten the mood. But with my first-hand experience, I’m pretty sure Gasser could fart someone to death. That’s both frightening and hot. 

“Well I’m done with classes for the day, mind giving me a ride to my apartment? Midterms are next week and I need to study.” Gasser shoots me a cheeky grin. “And don’t worry about gas. It’s on me, or should I say, on you.” With a twist of his hips, he presses his bubbly ass against my waist and farts.

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Gasser laughs, noticing that he made me rock hard. “Haha, let’s go. Fart-boxing you in your fancy car always highlights my day.” He teases and winks at me.

After a gassy, 20 minute drive I pull up to his apartment complex, and I’m horrified. The place is dilapidated; it should be condemned. A guy’s puking on the front steps, and an elderly woman is sticking her ass out of a window and twerking.

“What the hell? With all the money you… acquire, why are you living here?” I question.

“I use most of the money for tuition, and send the rest to my mom and 3 younger brothers. This is the cheapest place around.” He says, deciding to be honest with me. 

I shake my head as I drive off, confusing Gasser. 

For the first time, I take control. “You're gonna study at my place. And you're moving this week. Either you can move into a better place, and I’ll pay for it. Or you can move in with me, taking one of my guest bedrooms. Rent-free of course.”

I’m nervous about how he’ll react, but with a side-glance I see him smiling. 

Gasser chooses to move into my guest bedroom. Things change a lot over the next couple of months. I no longer go to that bar since Gasser's here. I no longer need to lure him out so he’ll fart on me. Now, everyday, he’s farting on me endlessly. 

Every morning, before I leave for work and he for school, Gasser farts on me several times. He really gasses me after I make breakfast. He says that it’s his booty thanking me for the food. And I’ve become quite used to being woken up by him sitting his dump-truck ass on my face and ripping a monster fart.

Gasser takes care of dinner since he returns home long before me. He either cooks or orders out. After the first week of doing this, he informs me that he farted on every meal he served me, knowing I'd love that. Since then, he farts on my food right in front of me, every night. Both of us get enjoyment out of it.

When I return home after a long and stressful workday, Gasser takes me to my bedroom and lies me on my back, on the bed. He then climbs on top of me and drops his huge backside onto my face. He’ll sit on top of my face for hours, farting non-stop. He butt bombs all my worries and stress away.

Although Gasser complains I stay firm and pay him an allowance of 10,000 dollars a month. He’s on top of his tuition and making sure his family thrives. I know he’ll be mad but when he graduates, I plan on paying off the rest of his student debt.

With how much I’m paying him, the Butt Bombing Bandit is no more; Gasser has no need to mug the rich. I’m happy about this mostly because I don’t want him getting caught. But another part of me selfishly wants him to fart on only me.

It's difficult but I’m ensuring that we’re nothing more than roommates while he lives here. I make sure neither of us cross boundaries. I don’t want him to feel like he has to sleep with me. 

Gasser is relentlessly testing my self-restraint. I try to stay strong but I’m only human.

It’s been six months. I come home to find the house completely dark and quiet.

“Gasser?” I call as I turn on the lights in the sitting-room.

Suddenly, powerful arms wrap around me from behind. I'm dragged over to the side of the room and shoved into the corner. My assailant is Gasser. He’s keeping me in the corner, not letting me move.

Like a sexy blast from the past, Gasser’s wearing a backwards black cap, a black bandana covering the lower part of his face, and a dingy, unwashed, used-to-be-white jockstrap. I’m slack-jawed and completely hard by what he’s wearing. 

With narrowed eyes, Gasser growls, “I’m done with these games, Will! We obviously like each other but you won’t give us a chance.”

“Gasser, you’re living with me. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” I explain.

Gasser scoffs, “You take advantage of me? Please. We both know who’s in charge.”

Gasser’s demeanor changes. I see a mischievous glint, twinkle in his eyes. “Mmm, maybe I should let the Butt Bombing Bandit come out and play. Looks like he's gonna have to steal what I want. And what I want is you!"

Gasser grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me to my knees. He then spins around, making me gasp. His filthy jockstrap is showcasing his fleshy, protruding orbs. His watermelon-sized globes are huge and smooth with a slight sheen of sweat. 

My ogling is ended as Gasser reaches back and spreads his cheeks, revealing his winking pucker. With the back of my head trapped against the wall, my face has nowhere to escape as Gasser thrusts his gaping crack backwards. 

In an instant, my face is swallowed up by Gasser’s toxic trench. His fat, doughy globes rush over the sides of my head and meet the wall, completely entombing my face in his ass. I can feel Gasser’s hole kissing the tip of my nose.

Gasser’s deep voice rumbles all around me.

“Look what you did, Will? You didn’t give me what I wanted so you brought the Butt Bombing Bandit out of retirement… GGH”

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“You know I won’t stop farting until I get what I want. Surrender to my demands and lethal fumes… HGH”

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“Give in and be mine. You know the Butt Bombing Bandit never leaves empty handed… FGH”

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DDDDDDDDPPPPPPP-WWWWWWWWWMMMMMMMMM

After ripping another scorcher up my nose, Gasser steps forward, pulling me out of his bubbly ass. But keeping his meaty slabs inches from my face, letting me reply.

“Gasser, I can’t-”

“Lips on hole, bitch” Gasser interrupts, backing up and consuming my face back into his cavern of a crack. 

He starts rolling his hips, working his pucker around my face until it’s resting against my mouth.

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“I should’ve realized you were being noble. That just ticks me off. And you know angering me makes my farts smell worse. So you did this to yourself. Now, suffer… NGH”

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PPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVDDDDDDDD

Once again, Gasser pulls me out of his ass, letting me gasp for semi-fresh air, but keeping his butt crack against my nose. 

“Now do you agree to be mine or is this mugging going to continue.” Gasser threatens with a poot on my nose.

Gasser's fumes have me crying and my hard-on leaking. I'm tired of resisting. “Okay Gasser, you win. Fuck, I want you so bad. But if you ever feel like you can’t say 'no' or something, just tell me, okay?” I surrender.

Next thing I know, Gasser’s fireman-carrying me as he charges upstairs. My vision is dominated by his upside-down, bare, fleshy moons as they bounce and clap against each other as he runs.

“About damn time! I’ve been dying to claim this ass for months!” Gasser growls as he slaps my ass, making me yelp. As he races us to his bedroom, he poots in my face several times.

Gasser demonstrates his high-level stamina by fucking me five times that night.

After getting together, things change again, for the better. Gasser loves kissing me in public. And in private, he's constantly making me kiss his fart-spewing butthole, and I love it.

I've learned that Gasser’s very horny. He surprises me often by tossing me onto the nearest flat surface, and railing me senseless. And that doesn't include sex in our bed every night.

Also, Gasser’s constantly shoving me onto my knees. It's a 50/50 chance whether I'm getting a mouthful of his meat or an eggy fart, but I love both.

We’ve been together for a year and I’ve never had a better relationship.

We just saw a late night movie and are walking back to my car. 

We’re stopped by a guy who steps out of the shadowy alley, brandishing a pocket-knife. “Alright cock-suckers! Give me your cash and you’ll get to live.”

Faster than I can comprehend, Gasser knocks the knife out of our would-be-mugger’s grasp, with one hand, and takes him by the wrist. And with the other he grabs him by the neck, choking him. 

No one's around. 

The mugger looks scared, shitless. “Fuck! Are you a cop or something?”

Gasser shrugs with a cheeky grin. “Maybe. Maybe not. Hell, maybe I’m even the Butt Bombing Bandit.”

The guy’s eyes widen. “He’s a myth.”

Gasser’s grin broadens into a wolfish one. “Then lucky you. You get to smell an urban legend, up close and personal.”

Gasser lets go of his neck before tossing a leg over their joint hands. Gasser tugs on his arm, making the mugger fall to his knees and face-plant against his ass. The guy’s entire face sinks into Gasser’s pillowy ass fat, smothering him.

Gasser shoots me a roguish grin. “Never fear babe, me and my nasty booty will always keep you safe.”

Gasser extends his index finger as he starts grunting and straining. His brow furrows and his face turns red with exertion. 

“NGH… This guy's screwed, babe. Pull my finger… UGH”

I’m completely hard and about to pop. Unable to deny his request, I pull his finger, making Gasser erupt.

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Smell of the boss from hell

I need to knock this interview out of the park. It’s a personal assistant position for one of the heads of one of the most successful corporations in the country. It pays extremely well and I’m in need of the money. I’m paying child support to five different women. I’m barely staying afloat; I need this job.

After some direction from the front desk, I take an elevator up to one of the highest floors. Apparently, my hopefully new boss, Mr. Smith has a whole floor to himself. 

As I step out I notice a man, who’s on his phone, who hasn’t noticed me yet. My eyes widen, holy shit, it’s Johnathan Wright. I bullied that f*gg*t all through highschool.

Sweet, a little intimidation will remind him of my straight superiority, and I’ll be running things. My financial woes are as good as gone. I can't help but smirk. 

“I guess I’ll be seeing your gay-ass everyday from now on since the position is mine. Isn’t that right f*g.” I shoot him a superior smirk.

The f*g looks up at me with a bored expression, angering me. I walk right up to his face. “I said isn’t that right f*g!” I hiss through clenched teeth. 

The f*g has the nerve to roll his eyes. “I don’t work here. I'm dropping off my husband's phone.” After saying this, a door opens behind him. 

Out walks a burly, tall, intimidating looking man. He’s wearing a tailored suit that costs more than what most people make in a year.

John walks up to the man, and hands him his phone before giving him a kiss. I cringe. 

“I’ll see you at home.” He says before leaving, not giving me a second glance.

I look back at the other man, he’s staring back with narrowed eyes. 

“Yeah, you're not right for the position. Get out.” With that he spins around to head back into his office. My jaw drops as I take in the man’s huge bubble butt. His slacks look like they’re painted on his thick cakes. Each of his cheeks are as big as my head.

I shake my head and run up to him in desperation. “Please sir, I need this job.” I call.

He turns to me, “I know; we thoroughly research possible employees.” He states as I stop in front of him.

He looks down on me as if I’m an insect, scaring me. How is this f*gg*t intimidating me? I don’t like it, but I need this job.

“Please, I need this job.” I beg, looking down at his feet, submissively.

“Very well, it’s yours. Be here tomorrow, 8 sharp.”

I smile in relief. 

He scoffs as he heads back into his office. “I’ll enjoy killing that smile.” He comments, threateningly, before shutting his door in my face. Mr. Smith is written on the door.

I pay him no mind. What’s the worst this f*gg*t can do?

Next Day

I accidentally slept in and came in at 8:30. As soon as I sit at my desk, Mr. Smith storms out of his office and right up to me.  

“You’re late!” He growls.

“I’m sorry sir my ph-” Mr. Smith cuts me off.

“Save your excuses! Here’s what I think of them.” Mr. Smith turns around, and bends over, sticking his big ass in my face. This act stretches out the material over the seat of his pants, accentuating its size.

Me gapping at this is a huge mistake.

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I recoil in disgust as he rips a trumpeting fart into my face and open mouth. It reeks of rotten eggs and spice, and has me gagging.

“What the- did you just fart on me?” I cry.

“Here's your answer to that.” With his bubbly rump still in my face, I hear him grunt.

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Mr. Smith rips a bigger, greasy-sounding fart in my face that smells worse. It’s so strong that it makes the seat of his slacks flutter.

Mr. Smith sighs in relief before straightening himself. “If you don't wish to be farted on then refrain from displeasing me in the future.” Mr. Smith then hikes up his right leg.

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Mr. Smith fires off two loud but short farts, back-to-back in my face.

“You can’t do this to me. I quit.”

Mr. Smith looks down at me, over his shoulder, with a nefarious smirk. “You quit and I’ll make sure no one will hire you. The best you’ll be able to find is flipping burgers. I’m sure the courts and your kids won’t be too pleased with that.” I go pale at his words. Matthew Smith is a powerful man and can ensure this will happen.

“Please stop this.” I plead.

“I’m certain someone you bullied in highschool pleaded for you to stop but you didn’t. Expect the same amount of mercy from me.”

I notice Mr. Smith’s glutes flex and then relax. 

A rancid-smelling sbd hits me in the face like a brick. It reeks of raw sewage and onions. It has me coughing and my eyes watering.

Mr. Smith reaches back and wafts his fumes towards my face and then goes back into his office. 

I have no choice but to get to work while my whole desk area is enveloped in his putrid fart cloud. Sadly, his thick butt stink lingers for hours.

Several hours later, Mr. Smith exits his office and walks up to me. He looks down at me with a cold expression.

“Mr. Jones, order us lunch with the company credit card.” He commands.

I give a nod and hold out my hand for the card. 

I panic as Mr. Smith turns around. What I see is horrific. The credit card is wedged in between his slacks-covered, bulbous globes. Just a small corner of the card is sticking out. 

“Well what are you waiting for? Take my card!” Mr. Smith barks.

I hesitantly reach for it with my hand.

“No, no, no” Mr. Smith admonishes, “Use your teeth! And do it quickly! I haven’t got all day!”

I feel both crushed and cornered. I’ve got no choice.

I lean forward, bringing my face near his toxic backside.

As my face nears his bubble butt, the stench of his stale farts and his ass musk assaults my nose.

To get to his credit card, I have to press my face into his pillwoy mounds; I grimace feeling them molding around my face. I slightly turn my head and bite down on the tip of the credit card. As soon as I do this…

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGDDDDDDDDD

Mr. Smith fires off a growling ripper. Even with the credit card and his pants in the way, I feel the stream of hot air hitting my teeth. The eggy, acidic vapors flow through my teeth and coats my tongue and the back of my throat. I yank the card out, let it fall into my hand, and start retching on the taste and smell of his nauseating gas. 

“Order Mexican, Mr. Jones. I want my farts to be spicier than this for the rest of the day.” Mr. Smith takes a step back, consuming the side of my face with his meaty ass.

PPPPPPRRRRRRR-FFFFFFFFHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT

I groan as he blasts my face with a string of trumpeting farts. With that, he heads back into his office.

It takes me five minutes to stop almost-vomiting. Once I’m able to manage, I call up a nearby Mexican restaurant. Our order of several burritos will be here in an hour. I wish it was longer.

An hour later, I get a call from the main desk that our lunch is being brought up by Mr. Smith, which confuses me. Maybe it’s Mr. Smith’s father?

I contact Mr. Smith through the intercom. “Um Mr. Smith, I think your father is bringing up our food.”

“What?” He replies, sounding bewildered. 

As Mr. Smith’s office door opens, so does the elevator. And out walks John Wright. Oh, f*gs can get married. He’s Mr. Smith too.

Mr. Smith gives me a side glance that screams ‘I’m an idiot’.

“Hey, I got myself Chinese food and thought we could have lunch together.” John says as he walks up to Mr. Smith.

With a smile, Mr. Smith nods his head towards his office, wordlessly ordering John inside. 

As John passes, Mr. Smith pulls a burrito out of one of the bags. It must be mine.

When John disappears into his office, Mr. Smith shoots me a nasty grin.

He unwraps the burrito from its tinfoil and sets it on the end corner of my desk. Mr. Smith then spins around, hovering the seat of his pants inches above my burrito. Ppppsssssssshhhh

Mr. Smith drops a nearly inaudible butt bomb on my burrito. I cover my nose with my hand as the smell reaches me. It lives up to the saying: silent but deadly.

Without a word and looking satisfied, Mr. Smith walks into his office to enjoy lunch with his husband.

My stomach rumbles in hunger. Because I woke up late, I didn’t have breakfast. I haven’t eaten all day. With despair I pick up the tainted burrito and bite into it. I nearly spit it out, the taste is rancid, but I need food. It's a struggle to eat it all, but I do.

45 minutes later, they exit his office, and Mr. Smith escorts John to the elevator. Once John steps into the elevator, Mr. Smith says, “You two have a nice ride back down.” 

John looks confused. Before he can say anything, Mr. Smith wheels around, pointing his ass at his husband. 

FFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMDDDDDDPPPPPPP

Mr. Smith rips a bubbly fart into the elevator.

John grimaces as he fans the air in front of his nose, but he’s still smiling.

Mr. Smith laughs, “ Haha, 10 years together and I can still trick ya into a hotbox. I love it.” He teases just before the elevator doors close.

Mr. Smith turns around and scowls when he catches me looking at him.

“Stop gawking and get back to work!” He growls. I quickly focus back on my computer. As he marches back into his office, he rips a poot with every step.

Ppbbtt, ffrrpp, mmvvbb, rrlldd

Once he closes his office door, the entire floor is completely polluted with his ass gas. Like before, his butt stink lingers for hours.

Some time later, Mr. Smith asks through the intercom. “Mr. Jones, have you finished filling out my calendar for the rest of the month?”

Oh shit, I forgot about that.

“N-not yet sir. I’ll start on that right away.” I nervously reply.

Mr. Smith doesn’t respond over the intercom. Instead, he storms out of his office and up to me, a moment later.

As I feared, Mr. Smith spins around, aiming his fume-blasting canon at my face. 

What I’m not expecting is Mr. Smith reaching behind, grabbing the back of my head, and then pulling my face into his bubbly ass. His fat cakes smother me and muffle my yelp. 

“Here, maybe only being able to smell this for the next few days will remind you to always keep my calendar up to date… UGH”

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Mr. Smith unleashes 2 minutes of thunderous ass-gas, point-blank in my face. It’s so powerful that it has his cheeks and my face quaking. The stench of sulfur and digested meat destroys me. It has me coughing and gagging and my eyes watering.

Once his fart comes to an end, instead of letting me go, Mr. Smith keeps my face pressed against his ass and starts wiping it from left to right and up and down, all over my face.

“Ah, let’s work that bad boy into your pores.” Mr. Smith explains as he keeps grinding his ass against my face for about a minute.

When he finally lets my head go, I fall back into my chair, gagging and trying not to puke. 

Mr. Smith looks down at me, over his shoulder, with contempt. “My calendar better be filled and correct in the next 30 minutes or you’ll be getting another noseful of my burrito-powered butt rockets, Mr. Jones.” He threatens me before retreating back into his office, letting me suffer alone.

Once I gain my bearings, I drop everything and focus on his calendar. 

Damn, he was right. It’s been two hours and everytime I breathe in, all I can smell is his fart.

A Week Later

My first week here has been a hellish one. My every mistake earns me getting farted on by Mr. Smith.

Got him the wrong coffee… PPPPPRRRRRWWWWWWBBBBB

Forgetting to wear a tie… FFFFFFVVVVVVOOOOOMMMMMM

Typing my notes in the wrong font… RRRRRRLLLLLLLAAAAADDDDD

I’m getting farted on innumerous times a day. 

It’s been only 7 days and all my work clothes reek of his ass fumes. Even a trip to the cleaners didn’t get rid of the stink. I’m constantly getting judgemental looks from everyone I walk past. 

I’m impatiently waiting for the elevator to reach my floor. It’s already 5 after 8 at the moment. I’m hoping Mr. Smith won’t notice.

I go pale when the elevator doors open. Mr. Smith is standing in front of my desk. His hands are braced against the top of my desk and he’s sticking his ass out. 

Mr. Smith looks back at me with a frown. “I will not abide tardiness, Mr. Jones. Come here and get on your knees.” He orders.

I whimper as I make my way towards him. I get on my knees when I’m a foot away. His ample mounds, stretching out the seat of his trousers, fills my sight of view.

Mr. Smith arches his back, extending his ass out more, burying my face in his meaty orbs.

“For me, Mr. Jones, tardiness stinks. And I bet you’ll feel the same way after this… GGH” 

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Mr. Smith rips a 7 second, chainsaw-sounding fart right in my face. It stinks of rotten eggs and cabbage.

I try to pull away but Mr. Smith grabs the back of my head, keeping my face smothered in his ass.

“Nu-uh, I’m not finished with your face yet. Since you’re 5 minutes late, you'll huff up five minutes of my ass gas. Let this be a lesson to you… NGH”

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VVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBB-AAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP

As promised, Mr. Smith vents 5 minutes of his butt vapors right up my nose. And it doesn’t end there. So I don't forget his lesson, he farts up my nose for five minutes straight, several times today. And that doesn't include the dozens of other times he farts on me today for my other screw ups.

A Month Later

I’ve been working for this flatulent monster for an entire month. Each day is a nauseating nightmare. 

His butt fumes have now been ingrained into my skin. I’ve bathed in every kind of body-wash and soap I can find, and even used tomato paste, but nothing works. I’m rocking a serious case of blue balls because every girl turns tail when they catch a whiff of me.

Mr. Smith is ruining my life. I’ve only known misery for the past month. Everyone says he's a hard-ass who demands nothing less than perfection, but I know he’s torturing me because of my past with his husband.

Man, fuck those bitches who got pregnant with my children! Fuck my f*gg*t-of-a-boss! And fuck his f*ggy-ass husband!

Speak of the devil, a little before noon, the elevator opens revealing John. Mr. Smith steps out of his office, “Come on babe, lets go get lunch.” Calls John with a smile.

Mr. Smith smiles back. 

Fucking gross; disgusting f*gg*ts.

Mr. Smith's piercing silver eyes lock on me. A cold chill shivers down my spine.

“Mr. Jones, are those reports finished?” Mr. Smith booms.

“N-not yet, sir.” I meekly answer.

Mr. Smith narrows his eyes at me. “Well it better be done by the time I return from lunch with my husband or you’re gonna get a taste of my chili-empowered displeasure.”

With a sneer, Mr. Smith turns away and sticks his fat ass in my face. He grunts and presses down on his stomach.

PPPPPPPVVVVVVVVOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBB

I cringe as he fires an airy fart right in my face. The eggy stench flows up my nose. 

Mr. Smith scoffs before heading towards the elevator. 

I take a hesitant peek, wondering if John is enjoying my torture. Instead, I see him on his phone, not even caring about my suffering. For some reason that’s far more insulting.

Mr. Smith returns after taking an extended hour and a half long lunch. And unfortunately for me, I haven’t finished the reports. 

I’m sweating bullets as Mr. Smith walks up to my desk. 

“Are those reports finished, Mr. Jones?” Mr. Smith gets straight to the point.

“T-they’re almost f-finished, s-sir.” I stutter out.

He glares daggers at me.

No! No! No! I shout in my head as Mr. Smith slowly wheels around. Mr. Smith’s bubbly posterior is aimed at my face, from the other side of my desk.

While grunting and straining, Mr. Smith says, “HHG… Then smell my displeasure… NGH'' 

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT

A 45 second long, foghorn-sounding fart bellows out of Mr. Smith’s ass. Even though he’s on the other side of my desk, his fart is strong enough to blow back my hair and dry out my eyes.

As it ends on a wet note, I’m bent over, head between my knees, dry-heaving. The vile stench of digested meat and methane destroys me. 

“Ah, I did warn you that chili gives my gas a bit of a kick, didn’t I Mr. Jones?” Mr. Smith comments before heading into his office, leaving me broken at my desk.

2 Months later

These past two months have been sulfuric awfulness. I breathe more of Mr. Smith’s farts than natural air, everyday. 

However, for the first time, I think today might be a good day. I started work an hour ago and Mr. Smith hasn’t farted on me once.

At the moment, we’re in one of the meeting rooms, acquiring a smaller company to join our conglomerate. I’m sitting next to Mr. Smith, with our company lawyer on the other side of him. Across from us is the owner of the soon-to-be-acquired company and his lawyer.  

This should have been a quick meeting but suddenly the owner decided to triple the original price. 

Mr. Smith scoffs before sliding the new contract back over to Mr. Charles. “That is not the price we agreed on, Mr. Charles.” 

Mr. Charles frowns, “Well, that’s my new selling price. Take it or leave it.”

Mr. Smith slams the original contract down on the table, and slides it over to Mr. Charles. “That’s not happening. Now take the original offer or things are about to get smelly.” 

I hear Mr. Smith’s stomach gurgle loudly. That combined with his threat as me physically shaking with fear. Damn it, that’s why he hasn’t farted on me yet today. He’s been saving it for this meeting.

Mr. Charles’ lawyer frowns as well. “We will not be threatened!”

Mr. Smith says nothing, just smirks ominously. He then gives our lawyer a nod. My fear heightens as our lawyer pulls out and inserts nose plugs.

Mr. Smith locks his jaw and his face turns red with exertion.

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Mr. Smith blasts out a minute long, thunderous fart that rumbles against his seat. The sulfuric stench fills the room, sickening me, Mr. Charles, and his lawyer.

“You disgusting pig!” Mr. Charles cries out. 

Mr. Smith’s smirk turns devilish. “Keep talking, you're just gonna make me stink this place up even more… HGGH” He hikes up his right leg and…

MMMMMMWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDD

Mr. Smith unleashes another huge, beastly fart, poisoning our air even more. Mr. Charles and his lawyer stand up and make for the door, looking like they’re gonna hurl. 

They try the door but it’s locked. I’m full-on panicking now. We’re all trapped in this room with this farting demon.

The two glance back at us with fear in their eyes. Mr. Smith's devilish grin broadens.

“No escaping for any of you. Now sign or keep suffering!” Mr. Smith stands up and aims his ass in their direction. Unfortunately that means his ass is just behind my head. 

PPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFF-OOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM-RRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVV

Mr. Smith keeps venting out one monstrous fart after another, their way. We’re all coughing and crying from Mr. Smith’s fumes. Even our lawyer, who has nose plugs, is suffering.

Through his coughing, Mr. Charles shouts, “Never!”

Mr. Smith growls like a feral dog. He picks up the contract and moves it to the end of the table, closest to Mr. Charles and his lawyer. He then climbs onto the table. He's on his hands and knees, with the contract located right behind his big ass.

Mr. Smith looks back and shoots a malicious grin at Mr. Charles. “Oh you're gonna sign. But since you’ve annoyed me so much, you’re gonna have to do it while I light your face up with my butt rockets.” Mr. Smith grits his teeth and fires off several more huge farts, in a row.

MMMMMMMRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOBBBBBBBBB

FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR

DDDDDDDDDWWWWWWWWVVVVVVVVMMMMMM

“Sign for our original agreement and you're free to go. Until you do, I promise, I won’t stop farting.” Mr. Smith temporarily ceases fire to make his threat before continuing his gassy assault.

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PPPPPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMRRRRRRRR

VVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDPPPPPPPPP

It’s too much for Mr. Charles’ lawyer. He drops to the floor, knocked out. Mr. Charles looks like he’ll be following suit soon. 

Mr. Charles' fearful eyes find mine. “Just do it! Believe me, he can do this all day, with ease.” I warn him.

He turns his gaze to Mr. Smith, on the table. “Alright, I’ll sign, just stop farting” Mr. Charles pleads.

“You’ve lost all rights to demand anything. Now sign or die by my farts… NGH”

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A minute and a half long fart erupts out of Mr. Smith’s ass. It has the entire room shaking. The stink of rotten eggs and man musk makes itself known.

Mr. Charles dashes to the table and bends down to sign the papers. This puts his face right in front of my boss' toxic booty. Mr. Smith mercilessly blasts his face with smelly poots. 

PPPPPPFFFFF, RRRRRRWWWWWW, BBBBBDDDDD, VVVVVVPPPPP, FFFFFHHHHH, DDDDDDDPPPPPPP, PPPPPPPWWWWW

“There, I’ve signed. Please sto-MMM”

Instead of stopping, Mr. Smith reaches back, grabs the back of Mr. Charles head, and pulls his face into his ass. I feel pity for Mr. Smith's next victim , but also relief because it's not me.

“I’m not finished with you yet! For what you tried to pull, I’m making sure all you smell for the next year is my butt stink.”

Mr. Charles' body thrashes, trying to escape, but Mr. Smith isn’t letting him.

“NGH… Good doing business with you Mr. Charles… UGH”

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A 2 minute long fart roars out of Mr. Smith’s rump and pointblank into Mr. Charles’ face. 

At the halfway point, Mr. Charles' flailing limbs fall limp at his sides, and he stops moving. When Mr. Smith fart finally ends, he rubs his ass around Mr. Charles' face before releasing the back of his head. As soon as he does this, Mr. Charles’ unconscious body falls to the floor like a ragdoll. 

Mr. Smith sighs in relief as he climbs off the table and fixes up his appearance.

Mr. Smith glances at our lawyer, “Mr. Reyes, please have security toss these pieces of trash to the curb. And have someone fumigate this conference room.” He orders. 

Mr. Reyes nods before pulling out his phone. 

Mr. Smith looks at me, “Let's go. It's time for us to get back to work.” He commands.

I timidly nod and follow him out of the door that's unlocked now.

We walk down the hall and step into the elevator that I recently learned was Mr. Smith’s personal one. Apparently anyone using an elevator after Mr. Smith is a health hazard. I wish that applied to me but it doesn’t.

As usual, I stand right behind him in the lift. As we rise, he pelts me with airy, eggy farts.

I frown as we exit on our floor. A man comes out of Mr. Smith’s office with his chair.

“It’s all set up and functional, sir.” The man says.

Mr. Smith nods, before tipping the man 200 dollars, flooring him. 

We're too late to act when the man takes Mr. Smith's private elevator down. We hear him violently coughing as he descends.

Mr. Smith pulls out his phone and calls security. Letting them know about the guy who's most likely unconscious in his personal elevator.

Mr. Smith frowns at me. “Get to work, Mr. Jones!” He barks.

I nod before nearly sprinting to my desk. Mr. Smith heads to his office.

My brow furrows as I start up my computer. I didn’t hear Mr. Smith’s door close. When I turn to look back, my face runs straight into Mr. Smith’s slacks-covered, meaty bum. I can’t believe this huge man silently crept up on me without me knowing.

With my face buried in his thick cheeks, I hear Mr. Smith darkly laugh.

“Heh, I see you’re eager for motivation to get to work. I’m more than happy to oblige.” Mr. Smith grabs the back of my head, keeping me in place, and then grunts.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

He rips an 8 second, trumpeting fart right in my face. He sighs in relief as he grinds his butt vapors into my pores.

When Mr. Smith releases me, I fall back into my chair, coughing and gagging.

“Get to work or I’ll fart off your nose, Mr. Jones. Don’t tempt me!” He threatens before disappearing into his office.

Excluding the last hour, this day is going well. He’s hardly farted on me; I count that as a victory.

A Few Hours Later

It’s the end of my workday and for the first time, the number of times Mr. Smith has farted on me hasn’t reached the double digits. That alone should've been a warning that life was about to screw me over. 

As I’m getting ready to leave I get a call from a girl I was fucking 7 months ago, telling me I’m the father of twins.

Fuck! More kids I want shit to do with and more child support I have to pay! Working for Mr. Smith pays extremely well, but I’m barely staying afloat with the amount of child support I'm paying already. This is going to destroy me. I need overtime. Mr. Smith is my only hope.

Instead of heading home, I knock on Mr, Smith’s office door.

“Enter.” His voice booms from the otherside.

I do as he commands. Mr. Smith frowns up at me, as I walk up to his desk, where he’s working.

“Mr. Smith, I was hoping I could get in some more hours. I-I need the money.”

“Sure, I’m always willing to help out an employee. A few days of the week, like today, I work later than usual. So you'll assist me, starting now.” Mr. Smith offers with a devilish grin that has my nervousness sky-rocketing. But it’s no matter; I graciously accept his offer. 

Still grinning, he stands up and tells me to round the desk. I walk around his desk and stand beside him. When I do, I frown at his new chair.

It’s bulky and just beneath it is a cot-like thing that could fit a grown man, that starts just beneath the seat of the chair. The cot also has straps on it. 

My jaw drops as Mr. Smith reaches down and pulls a piece of the seat off, revealing a face hole. Shit! With this someone will be trapped beneath Mr. Smith’s chair, as he sits on their face.

“Your duty will be to huff up all my ass gas so I don’t hotbox myself, in my office. I won’t treat you as a person, you’ll just be a piece of furniture. Do this and I will pay you very well.” Mr. Smith explains with a feral grin that turns my blood to ice. I’ve got no choice.

I lay down on the cot with my face sticking out of the hole in the seat. All I can see is the ceiling. Mr. Smith fastens the several straps, binding me tightly to the cot, unable to escape. 

I start to sweat with fear as Mr. Smith steps in front of the chair. His fat rear-end extends out several feet, eclipsing my trapped face in its shadow. My fear heightens as I hear the sound of his pants being undone. With a tug, Mr. Smith pulls his pants and underwear down, just beneath his ass. His mountainous mounds, covered in a dusting of hair, bounce into the open.

“No you never said-MMM” Mr. Smith silences me by dropping his bubble butt onto my face and barking out, “Silence, furniture doesn’t speak or care that I'm bare-ass.”

The last thing I see is Mr. Smith's pillowy globes parting as he sits down, revealing his twitchy pucker that’s heading straight for my nose, before everything goes black. 

His meaty slabs spill over and clamp around the sides of my face like a vice. And the tip of my nose is lodged in his sweaty hole.

With my ears also buried in his cavernous crack, I both hear and feel Mr. Smith’s voice. “Alright, it feels like it’s time to start earning your pay, fart-cushion… NGH”

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VVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMWWWWWWTTTTTTT

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RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDMMMMMM

Mr. Smith opens the floodgates, blasting a never-ending stream of beefy farts right up my nose. This is like a nightmare. I can feel the heat of his fumes burning the tip of my nose.

In an act of self-preservation, I hold my breath, not wanting to breathe in. This causes Mr. Smith to laugh.

“Haha, how long can you keep that up, fart-cushion? You’re gonna have to breathe sometime.”He taunts me.

I only last forty seconds before I breathe in deep through my nose and open mouth. The stench of spoiled poultry and sulfur flows down my throat and sets my lungs ablaze. I'm immediately coughing and retching on his toxic fumes. I can feel Mr. Smith’s mounds jiggling around my face from his cruel laughter.

Even with me barely able to breath, Mr. Smith ruthlessly pushes out one noxious butt-burp after another, up my nose.

I don’t know how long this has been going on. Three minutes or three hours could've passed, I can’t tell. But I’m given a moment of reprieve as Mr. Smith leans to the side, exposing half of my face to freedom. I desperately breathe in cool and semi-fresh air.

What Mr. Smith says next, causes me more misery. “Just so you know, fart-cushion, whenever I work late, my husband stops by so we can have dinner together.”

After saying this, I hear his office door open. “Hey babe, I got you two extra bean burritos like you asked-” John's voice pauses abruptly as I hear him sit in the chair on the other side of the desk.

“Matt, yes he bullied me all through highschool for being gay, but I’m over it.” John says.

Mr. Smith rests his lifted cheek back down, resealing my face in his cavernous crack.

“Maybe you are but my booty sure isn't… GGH” Mr. Smith counters before farting in my face.

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“Baby, I have a beautiful home, a career I love, and a successful handsome husband who's hung like a horse. My past with him doesn’t haunt me in the slightest.”

Mr. Smith responds with farting in my face, again.

DDDDDDDDDLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAABBBBBBBBB

I gag on the skunky fumes Mr. Smith rips up my nose. The paint-peeling stench is inhuman. 

Like the stench, the realization that this’ll be for the rest of my life, hits me like a ton of bricks. I’ll always be working beneath this flatulent villain, who’ll be farting on me constantly. And thanks to his power and influence, I’ll never be able to quit and find a decent paying job anywhere else. All because of who I bullied in highschool. I can't believe that I used to think that gay people were beneath me.

"Wow, that's very big of you, Johnny. Let's see if my nasty booty will follow your example."

That's followed by Mr. Smith's guts loudly and ominously gurgling.

“Oh sorry, love. My booty's big, but not that big. Lips on hole, fart-cushion; time to earn your overtime.”

His statement horrifies me. I can’t do it. I can’t do that! I keep my mouth shut.

Instead of angering him, this makes Mr. Smith laugh.

“Haha, oh silly fart-cushion, there’s no resisting this.” Mr. Smith slides his greasy pucker against my mouth, and then starts wiping it from left to right, forcing my lips open. 

“NGH… say ah… UGH”

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Smell of techniques

Several months ago I found an app called ‘Smelly love’. It’s a gay dating app for guys with a farting fetish. There’s only a couple hundred active users but I found someone who’s incredibly near. In fact he attends the same college as me.

His username is ‘Romeo Skunk’ and his profile pic is just like mine, of his midsection, from the neck down. Though, while I have a swimmer-build, he’s ripped, rocking a chiseled 8-pack.

We've been chatting daily for several months now. It all started within the first hour of me downloading the app. He slid into my DMs. 

Hot user pic. Just the kinda body I wanna rip ass on

He ended it with a mushroom cloud emoji, turning me on. And we’ve been in touch, getting closer and closer, ever since.

We’ve finally decided to meet up in my small studio apartment since he lives in a frat house. We want some privacy. It's wild we’re doing this today with it being Valentine’s day.

I nervously wait for the knock on my door. This’ll be the first time I’ve ever been farted on. 

Finally, someone knocks. I wipe the sweat off my forehead before opening the door.

I find a guy, my age, on the other side. As shown in his pic, he’s muscular. He’s wearing a backwards black cap, a white sleeveless muscle-shirt, and a pair of green basketball shorts. The guy’s also incredibly handsome.

Wait, I know him. He’s on the tennis team. I see him practicing when I walk by the tennis court to get to my class. I can't help but watch him as I walk past. He has an insanely big bubble butt. Watching his fat cakes bouncing around in his shorts as he runs around the court is the hottest thing I've ever seen.

He drinks me in as well. A sly grin forms on his lips. “Damn, I’m looking forward to farting on you.” He bluntly states, making me hot.

“P-please, come in.” I let him inside and close the door. My eyes widen as he walks past me, watching his mountainous globes wobble with his every step. 

As if he senses it, his head whirls around, catching me leering at his ass. Cheekily grinning, he puts his hands on his knees and twerks for me, making his big buns clap against each other.

I look down, trying to hide my embarrassment. I hear him laugh, softly.

“Haha, come on, don’t hide that pretty face from me. I wanna look at what I’ll be farting on soon.” He teases. But he isn’t done yet.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVPPPPPPPPPPPPP

An 8 second explosion booms throughout my apartment. I look up, eyes wide, finding Skunk Romeo standing there with his leg raised. He's shooting me a sexy and mischievous little smirk. 

The stench of rotten eggs and cabbage reaches my nose. The atrocious smell is turning me on.

“Ah, there you are, dollface. I’m Scott but please call me Skunk. Everyone who knows me does. I’m not sure why.” He jokingly says as he waves his hand behind his ass. 

“I-I’m Jack. I don’t h-have a nickname.” I stutter out, completely flustered.

Scott's grin widens, “How about fart-face” If he doesn’t stop I’m gonna shoot a load in my boxers.

“Would you like a soda? I’m k-kinda thirsty.” I say, hoping to cool myself down. I lead us to the kitchen area, getting two cans of soda out of the fridge. 

I place them on the miniature kitchen counter. I come to a complete halt when I feel something big, warm, and rotund pressing against my lower back. “Heh, oh I know what you’re thirsting for.”

I look back, seeing Scott has spun around, and is pressing his bubble butt against me. He's looking back at me, over his shoulder, with a lopsided smirk.

My mouth goes dry. Is this it? Am I about to be farted on for the first time?

“So, were you being truthful in our messages? You’ve never been farted on?”

I can't speak. All I can do is nod.

His smirk turns into a wolfish grin. “Well you're trapped with the right guy. I think it's funny as hell to rip ass on my bros and hot as hell to rip ass on cute guys. Guess which camp you’re in. Here, I’ll give you a big clue… UGH”

Scott closes one eye and grunts.

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Scott rips a long, sputtering fart, on my back, that has my entire body shaking to it's core. Even with the layers of clothes in the way, I feel the hot air streaming out of his hole and warming my lower back. 

My small kitchen area quickly fills with the stink of rotten fish and garlic.

“Ah, there you go, dollface. Always be prepared. With me being the Skunk, I'm always ready to spray ya.” Skunk teases as he wipes his ass from left to right on my lower back, rubbing his butt stink in. 

“So, how was the first time being farted on?”

“F-fucking hot.” I state truthfully. I’m hard as steel.

Skunk laughs, “Hehe, that’s just a beginner's technique for farting on someone. Let's try something more advanced.”

Our sodas forgotten, Skunk takes me by the hand and leads us to my second hand love-couch. 

He makes me sit on the couch and then spins around, aiming his fat bulbous backside right at my face. Skunk takes two steps back, standing on the couch, above me with his feet planted on either side of my legs. He then squats down, planting his bubbly ass on my crotch. I’m sure his pillowy cheeks can feel my hard-on from the way he’s snickering to himself.

"Alright dollface, wanna experience a technique I call 'up, up, and away'?” Skunk asks with a cheeky grin as he looks back at me.

“Please” I practically beg. 

Skunk rewards my good manners with a fart on my crotch that makes me moan.

He then slides his big ass upward until it's pressed against my stomach.

“Up… GGH” BBBBBBBBWWWWWWWHHHHHTTTTTTT

He slides his big ass further up until it’s pressed against my chest,

“Up… HGH” MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRDDDDDDPPPPPPP

He then lifts off of me and rises up until his voluptuous ass is aligned with my face. Before I can react, he thrusts his ass back, smothering my face with his blubbery mounds.

“And away… NGGH”

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A 30 second hurricane of ass gas explodes out of his bum and pointblank into my face. The sulfuric stench singes my nose hairs and has my eyes burning. 

When his monstrous fart finally comes to an end, Skunk starts rocking his ass on my face, grinding his fumes into my pores. I don’t mind it, in fact I'm loving all of this.

Skunk finally pulls his ass a few inches away from my face. He peers back at me, inquisitively. “Was that too much or do you want more?” He asks.

It takes a few seconds for my coughing to subside. 

“If you have more then please keep going.” I plead.

He shoots me a toothy grin. “Dollface, you’re dealing with the Skunk. My fart tank is never empty. I’m about to spray… FGH”

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Skunk rips a 9 second, eggy, trumpeting fart right in my face. It’s so powerful that it blows back my hair and has the seat of his mesh shorts billowing. 

His butt vapors put me in another coughing fit but it is quickly muffled as he throws his ass back, recovering my face with his pillowy ass-slabs.

Skunk proceeds to fart like mad up my nose as he talks.

“It’s a travesty that you had to wait so long to be farted on, dollface” FART “Let me tell you, it’d be a different story if you went to highschool with me” FART “Especially with me being in denial of my own sexuality back then” FART “I’d be farting on you whenever I could to prove to myself that I wasn’t attracted to you” FART “When in truth, I'd be desperate to pound your hot ass” FART “Hate to admit it but I was pretty much a bully back then” FART “Whenever I passed you in the hall I’d make sure to fart on you” FART “I’d make sure to walk by you during lunch, and when you’d open your mouth to take a bite, I’d rip a fart in your mouth” FART “And I’d make sure to lock you in a supply closet or locker for a few minutes, but not before farting in it” FART “And that, dollface is called hot-boxing” FART “Don’t worry, I’ll do it to you sometime” FART “But back on track” FART “Wouldn’t you have enjoyed that during highschool?” FART “Being the Skunk’s favorite target… GHH”

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Skunk’s farts and words are too much, I convulse as I unload in my boxers.

Skunk gets off of my face and sits down next to me, letting me catch my breath. Once I gain my bearings, I notice him looking at the wet spot on my jeans with a cocky smirk. 

“Damn, this is embarrassing.” I mutter.

Skunk laughs, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I nod, not really buying it. “Can you wait here for a minute? I'm gonna change in the bathroom real fast.” I explain before getting up and getting some pants and boxers out of my nearby dresser. 

I step into the bathroom. A hand stops the door as I try to close it. Skunk stands in the doorway with a sly grin. “Now’s as good a time as any.” He says, confusing me.

Skunk turns around and extends his ass out, into the bathroom. 

With a straining voice he says, “Why waste a perfect opportunity - NGH… I’m gonna fartbox ya… GGH”

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Skunk blasts me with a chainsaw-sounding fart. He gives me a wink before slamming the door shut. 

My small bathroom quickly fills with the stench of rotten eggs and rancid meat. I’m hardening again which is uncomfortable with my soiled boxers.

I take off my boxers and pants, and quickly clean myself with a loofah and soap before putting on a new pair of boxers and jeans. 

I open the bathroom door to find Skunk standing by my open dresser, holding the collar of one of my shirts against the seat of his shorts. He doesn't look bothered about being caught. In fact he gives me a cheeky grin before scrunching up his face in concentration.

FFFFFFFFWWWWWWW-PPPPPPMMMMMM

“Ah, I thought I'd have more time. I was planning to fart on all of your clothes so you'd get whiffs of my butt stink during the coming weeks, getting turned on in public.” He shrugs before continuing. “Oh well, not like you can stop the Skunk. I gotta spray.” He proceeds to pull out several more of my clothes and farts on them. I’m fully hard, watching Skunk fart on my stuff. 

“By the way, I call this technique: 'territory marking'. The Skunk’s very possessive.” He states just before farting on my favorite shirt.

Our fun is ended by some aggressive knocking on my door.

I open it, finding that it's my nextdoor neighbor. He’s a football jock from our college. He’s much bigger than me and slightly bigger than Skunk. At the moment he can’t see Skunk who’s deeper in my place.

He looks angry. “Dude, I have a girl over and your loud tv is interrupting us.” He says, making my brow furrow in confusion.

He makes an annoyed sound and adds, “You’re watching some sort of action movie and we can hear all the explosions through the thin walls.” 

My eyes widen, realizing he’s referring to Skunk’s butt bombs.

Skunk comes up from behind, grabs me by the back of the neck, and pulls me behind him so he can step in front of the jock. 

The jock goes pale.

“Shit, uh, hey Skunk.”

Skunk grins. “Hey DJ. About those explosions, they're coming from me, not his tv. And you shouldn’t be complaining, you know I can rip ass much louder than that. Here let me show you.” Skunk turns around and arches his back, pointing his bubble butt at DJ who’s only a few feet away.

DJ looks panicked, “Please, no Skunk! Last time you farted on me I smelled like your ass for an entire week. Please, I got my girl over.” He pleads.

Skunk ignores his words. Instead, he quickly pulls down the back of his shorts, mooning DJ, before widening his stance and leaning forward, causing his cheeks to spread open.

Damn, I wish I was on the receiving-end to see Skunk's hole.

Skunk closes his eyes and grits his teeth. 

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A 25 second juggernaut-of-a-fart roars out of Skunk’s ass and washes over DJ. DJ’s hair wildly whips around thanks to Skunk’s nasty and powerful butt wind. I’m pretty sure the whole building can hear and feel this monster. DJ looks like he’s gonna be sick. The sight of Skunk defeating a guy bigger than either of us is pretty hot.

Skunk pulls his shorts back up and slams the door in DJ’s sickened face. We hear him coughing and dry-heaving as he stumbles back to his apartment.

“I call that technique: 'tagging'. When I brew a nasty one and spray someone, bare-ass, it lingers on them for days. You’ll find that out soon enough.” Skunk teases with a shit-eating grin.

I’m about to say something but am stopped by Skunk as he pulls me into his arms, and then rests his back against my front door. “Shh, listen.” He orders.

I hear my neighboring door open and a girl say, “Ew, you smell gross Darrell. I’m leaving.” That's followed by the rapid sound of clicking heels. 

We hear DJ pursue her. “Please baby, just give me 30 minutes to take a long shower and I promise the smell will be bearable.” he begs.

Still grinning, Skunk shakes his head and mouths ‘No it won’t’.

“Ugh, stay away! You smell so bad Darrell!” She returns as we hear her stomp off with DJ following.

When we hear DJ passing by, Skunk farts loudly on the door, making it rumble. 

DJ cries in fear from the sound but then we hear him resume chasing his girlfriend. 

“Damn, you’re amazing.” I compliment Skunk, pleasing him.

“You ain’t even seen half of my farting playbook.” he brags.

Skunk’s mischievous grin tells me he’s got something planned.

“Skunky carry.” He calls before bending down, pressing his shoulder against my midsection, and then straightening up, carrying me over his shoulder. My upside-down face is inches from his shorts-clad, fat booty.

Skunk makes his way to the couch, pooting in my face with every step. PPFF, RRMM, VVBB, DDRR.

When we reach the couch, he pushes his ass out, covering my face with his meaty globes.

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He rips a 5 second eggy fart in my face that makes me gag. Skunk lays me out on the couch before laying himself on top of me so we’re face-to-face.

For the first time, he looks serious.

“Look, I know we just met, but I’m not crazy right? You feel the connection we have too?” 

I nod, “I do. It feels like we just click.” My response has him boyishly grinning.

“Hell yeah! So instead of this being a simple hook-up, be my Valentine, let’s go on a date.”

I smile. “That sounds nice but with it being Valentine’s day I doubt any restaurant won't be packed.” 

Skunk shrugs with a sly grin as he gets up. “We don’t need to go to a restaurant. Let’s have a picnic at the nearby park. We have everything we need in your fridge.”

Next thing I know, while I’m still lying on the couch, Skunk squats his big ass over my face. “Here dollface, have a taste of what you’ll be having for dessert.”

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Skunk sprays my face with 5 seconds of his skunky wind. He snickers at my coughing.

“So what’s with you calling me dollface?” I ask as we walk to my fridge.

“Well one, you're cute. But also, when I call you dollface, what I actually mean is fart-face. I just don’t wanna accidentally call you that in public. So, whenever I call you dollface, you know what I really mean.” He explains and then gives me a wink. How can someone be gross and sexy at the same time?

We take out lunch meat and bread, and start making sandwiches side-by-side at my small counter. 

As we work, Skunk hip-checks me, gaining my attention. I brace myself, noticing him shooting me a cheeky grin.

“Hey dollface, I call this ‘Skunky seasoning’. I love doing this to my frat-bros all the time. They never learn not to leave their food unattended when I’m around.”

Skunk picks up one of the sandwiches and brings it down, in front of his butt. He closes one eye and takes a deep breath. 

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He rips two short, trumpeting farts on the sandwich. Then slides it into a ziploc bag.

“Ah, there you go dollface, I booty toasted your sandwich. You’re welcome.” He teases, and then snickers at my visible hard-on.

We pack drinks, chips, and the sandwiches into an old dufflebag of mine, and leave. Once we’re out of the building, Skunk walks ahead of me. He looks back at me with an impish grin and says, “Crop-dust.”

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Skunk releases a long, raunchy fart as he continues to walk ahead of me. Thanks to his fat cakes bouncing against each other, his fart sounds choppy. My eyes sting as I’m forced to walk through his hellish fart cloud; it's so hot.

It takes us only a few minutes to reach the park. All the while he crop-dusts me and farts against my hip several times.

The sun’s out but it’s kinda cold so not too many people are at the park. We find a nice secluded place beneath a tree. I lay out a beach towel that we can sit on. As soon as we’re sitting down, Skunk leans away from me, lifting his left cheek up, and aiming his crack my way. 

“Hope you got a strong stomach, dollface, because all through this romantic picnic I’m gonna be spraying ya with sbds. Ngh… Ah, smell my Valentine's.”

Skunk says and then starts wafting his butt vapors towards my face. The sickening stench of rotten fish and onions poisons my lungs and instantly has me gagging. He wears a cocky grin, knowing that he’s turning me on. 

True to his word, he keeps launching sbds my way, but we still can talk and eat, like a real date. As we’re nearly finishing, two guys walk up to us.

Skunk’s grin tells me they’re his friends. They’re probably from his frat. They’re both ripped like Skunk. 

When they reach us, they kneel down to be on level with us. The shorter one says, “What’s this Skunk? Don’t tell me you got a date. Who the hell would wanna be with your gassy ass?" He ribs.

The taller one raises an eyebrow at me, “You know he's nicknamed Skunk right? This guy farts a lot and they're brutal. No joke, he’s cleared out buildings and auditoriums.” He warns.

I shrug, “I know he’s gassy. I don’t mind.”

The shorter one chuckles, “Heh, well it's your funeral.”

Skunk finally chimes in, “Wrong, it's your funeral. Especially with the terrible position you put yourselves in."

Before they can react, Skunk grabs the both of them by the top of their heads and pulls them down and forward. Skunk spreads his legs wide and they fall face-first near his crotch. Skunk quickly wraps his muscular thighs around both of their heads. He’s headscissoring two dudes at once.

Skunk shoots me a sinister grin, “This is called the ‘Skunk lock’. Trust me, you don’t wanna find yourself in their position.”

Skunk grits his teeth and starts grunting and straining. 

"HGH… Hang on gentlemen, the floodgates are opening… UGH”

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A series of massive farts thunders out of Skunk’s ass and right into his two victims' side-by-side, trapped faces. 

The two are struggling wildly to escape but are getting nowhere, while Skunk’s cackling like a super-villain. Luckily no one’s nearby to see or hear this. I’m sure if they were they’d be calling the police.

In an effort to escape, the two rise onto their knees, lifting the lower half of Skunk’s body along with them, making him laugh.

“Haha, sorry bros no escape for you. This Skunk's gonna spray the fight out of ya… GGH”

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After another barrage of monstrous farts, they fall back to the ground with their faces still in Skunk’s crotch. 

“Nice try fellas but still no use. Better luck next time… NGGH”

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I stare slack-jawed as a 40 second, noxious hurricane, roars out of Skunk’s ass and pointblank into the two’s faces. Their struggling becomes weaker and weaker all throughout his fart. Their bodies go completely limp as Skunk's butt-bomb comes to a sputtering end. 

Skunk sighs in relief as he unclamps his legs, revealing his bros’ unconscious faces. 

Skunk grins at me. “What I said earlier was a lie, dollface. It may not be today, but one day I’ll trap you in the Skunk lock when you least expect it.” He teases. 

With almost preternatural speed he hops into a crouched position with his bubbly rump pointed in my face. 

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I get a noseful of his eggy fumes causing me to shiver. 

We pack our stuff back into my duffle-bag, since we’re finished. All that’s left is Skunk’s two buds, unconscious on the grass.

"What should we do about them?" I ask. Skunk’s already on it, flipping them both onto their backs. 

“No worries dollface, I know how to wake these two up. I've tons of experience knocking guys out with my farts. And soon you’ll be another notch on my belt.” He taunts, wearing a lopsided grin and shooting me a wink.

Skunk squats down, lowering his bubble butt inches above the taller guy's face.

“‘Skunking salt’ can wake anyone up.” He says before pressing down on his stomach and narrowing his eyes.

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He rips a 4 second fart into the guy’s face. The guy groans and starts to stir.

Skunk repeats the same process over the shorter guy’s face.

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Once he’s done he takes my hand. “Come on, let's get outta here.” He leads us off. Just before we disappear around the corner, I see his two victims getting to their feet. Good, I didn’t want to leave those two alone while they’re unconscious.

We make it back to my apartment and I’m nervous. I’m hoping this impromptu Valentine's date isn’t over yet.

I open my door. “You wanna come in?” I ask hopefully.

With a sly grin, Skunk complies. He turns sideways to slide past me. When his ass is pressed against my hip he pauses and…

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He rips two consecutive, squeaky farts on me. I have to stifle a moan as his noxious vapors surround me. 

“Ah, sorry about that, but what do you expect when you’re on a date with the Skunk? You better realize that I’ll be spraying you a lot if you agree to go on another date with me.”

“There's no if’s, I definitely want a second date.” I state, making him grin.

“My booty's happy to hear that.” He teases.

Skunk leads us to my bed. “Lie face up, on the bed.” He orders, and I quickly do. Skunk steps onto my bed and walks up it. When he reaches my shoulders, he spins around, facing away from me, with his feet planted on either side of my shoulders.

I longingly stare up at his huge, protruding, mountainous globes, lording high above me. The back seam of his shorts is dug into his crack, further accentuating the size of his blubbery mounds.

Skunk suddenly drops his ass down towards my face, making me gasp. He stops his rapid descent when his ass is only a foot above my face. I hear him snickering, causing his meaty slabs to jiggle.

“Dick.” I call him, making him laugh harder.

“Haha, sorry dollface, I’m just fuckin’ with ya. Here, let me make it up to ya with a faceful of Skunk cakes.”

Skunk eases his bum down. His ass fat spills over my entire face, smothering and dominating me. 

“Big whiffs dollface, smell my apology… HGGH”

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Skunk blasts me with a loud, rumbling, 8 second fart that has my face and his bulbous cheeks shaking. The stench of rotten eggs and spice has nowhere to go but up my nose and into my lungs. It has me coughing and gagging, muffled beneath his fat ass.

Skunk works his ass up and down, and from left to right, rubbing his stink in.

Skunk rises a foot off of my face. I blink a few times, readjusting to the light. I watch Skunk grab the waistband of his shorts, from the back, and pull them down. His furry, meaty, bronze moons spill out of his shorts and wobble above my face. 

Using his hands, Skunk reaches down and spreads his cheeks, letting me see his sweaty, winking pucker surrounded by black hair.

“Deep breath, dollface. This technique, I call: ‘spelunking in the Skunk cavern.’”

With that, Skunk brings his ass back down, my face easily being swallowed in between his gargantuan cheeks. His doughy mounds pour over the side of my face, making contact with the bed, sealing my entire head within his enormous ass. All I can breathe in is his hot, sweaty musk, and my nose is being kissed by his winking pucker.

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"Ah, I really needed that, haha. But it's Valentine's day, we need to make our first kiss something special. Lips on hole, dollface."

Skunk starts wiping his grimy corn-hole all over my face. He only stops when his pucker is on top of my lips.

"Feel privileged, dollface. You're the first person I'm trying this technique out on. I call it: 'Skunkily-ever-after'."

I hear Skunk's guts gurgling above me.

"Uh-oh, you hear that, dollface? This kiss is definitely gonna knock you out. But I got good news: when you wake up, I'll send you back to dreamland with a classic dutch-oven. I know, I know, the Skunk loves to spoil his Valentine.

RGH... And speaking of spoiled, smell this... UGH"

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Smell of a father figure

Everyone in this story is 18 or over.

Billy’s POV

I wince, seeing my black eye in the bathroom mirror. It’s only the first day of my senior year of highschool and I’m already getting beat up. Terrific.

I jump when someone knocks on the door.

“Billy, open the door. Now.” A deep voice commands.

Shit, it’s my stepfather, Big Joe. With him being 6 foot 5 and 250 pounds of mostly muscle (excluding his beer gut) he lives up to his nickname.

He moved in with me and my mom two years ago, and they just got married over the summer. He’s a cool dude, I actually like him, especially since he makes my mom happy.

My mom travels a lot for business so it’s usually just Big Joe and me. Because of our alone time he’s picked up on the trouble I’m having in school. He asks me about it but I just tell him it’s nothing. But I don’t think that’ll work this time, with me sporting a black eye. 

I bite the bullet, opening the bathroom door. I stare at his bulging chest that’s stretching out his blue shirt, unable to look him in the eyes. His huge paw grabs my jaw and tilts my head up. He studies my black eye with a deep frown. Damn he’s huge; even more so with me being 5 foot 8.

“Who did this?” He growls.

“No one” I automatically respond.

Big Joe’s grip on my jaw tightens. “I want a name, boy!” Big Joe booms, scaring the shit out of me.

“It’s just this prick from school, Brian Face.” I answer.

“Boy, you need to fight back.” He tells me.

I gently push his hand away. “I’m no pussy, I do. But when I fight back his friends step in and they jump me.”

Big Joe’s brow furrows. “Why not tell a teacher or the principal?” He asks.

“He’s the star of the basketball team and his father is the principal. Nothing happens when I go to a teacher. Hell, I went to the coach once and he gave me detention. Said I was lying even though he witnessed me getting beat up. Brian Face is untouchable.”

After explaining everything, Big Joe looks livid. “No lying Billy. Where’s this Brian at, right now?”

“Probably working out, alone in the school gym.” I guess.

“Good, let's go. I’m putting an end to this.” Big Joe’s tone brokers no room for argument. He turns around and lumbers away. 

I take notice that he’s wearing those thin gray shorts. I can see the outline of his underwear through the seat of them. I’m used to him wearing bottoms like this. Big Joe has an immensely fat ass and proudly flaunts it. He’s also gassy and will proudly fart anywhere and in front of anyone. In fact he farts on me a lot, just for a laugh. And damn, does his farts stink.

Before I know it, we’re pulling up to my school and entering. We head to the gym, and there he is. Brian is benching 200 pounds with air-pods in his ears; working out alone in the gym, ignorant to our presence. Before I can stop him, Big Joe walks up to Brian.

Brian's POV

I re-stack the bar after finishing my first set. I remain lying on the bench, catching my breath. Someone steps up, covering me in their shadow. It's an older looking dude, and damn is he huge. I pull out my air-pods.

“Um, are you lost sir? Do you need help?”

He raises an eyebrow while staring down at me. “Hmm, I wasn’t expecting you to be so respectful. Well, no matter. I’m Big Joe but you’ll refer to me as Big Daddy. That’s what I’m known as to the people I punish. And boy, you’re in need of some tough, Big Daddy love.”

The man then turns around and my jaw drops. This guy has the biggest ass I’ve ever seen. His cheeks protrude several feet outward. It's eclipsing my face, that's resting near the end of the bench, in its shadow.

Before I can react, he sits down, planting his butt on my face. His huge ass is both firm yet fleshy. It feels like two pillow-padded boulders were dropped onto my face. I immediately start thrashing as I’m being smothered by his musky, doughy globes.

I try pushing him off but he doesn’t budge. I'm only rewarded with my fingers and palms sinking into his ass fat.

I hear him speak above me. “Seems like this school hasn’t taught you that bullying is wrong. Guess it's up to me to learn ya. I think some time in Big Daddy’s stink detention will set ya straight… GHH”

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This dude just farted in my face! Oh gross, it stinks of rotten eggs and spice. I have no choice but to breathe it in and it burns my lungs. I struggle hard to get out from under his ass, but all it does is make him laugh.

“Haha, how’d ya like that? No one can rip ass like Big Daddy. Maybe you’ll stop bullying others if Big Daddy bullies you for a while… FGH”

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He rips a growling fart up my nose that stinks as bad as the first one. It has me coughing.

“Ah, alright kid, let your torment begin.” With that he raises his huge dumper, a foot above my face. I desperately gasp for fresh air. I only get a single breath of air before he slams his titanic rump back down onto my face, making me groan. He accompanies this with…

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After farting in my face again, he rises back up. I instinctively take in a breath. But just as I breathe in, his ass crashes back down onto my face, and he farts.

He keeps doing this to me again and again, over a dozen times.

Rises, slams his butt back down,

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Rises, slams his butt back down,

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Rises, slams his butt back down,

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This is agony. I feel like I’m in a game of whack-a-mole. His big ass is the mallet and my face is the mole, the only mole. 

All I can breathe in is his sulfuric vapors. They have me gagging and crying. 

At last, it seems like it’s over. He stands up and turns around. Through watery eyes I see him grinning evilly down at me.

He reaches down and cradles the back of my head. He lifts my head up so I can see that loser Billy has been watching all this. I’m immediately filled with fear and embarrassment. If this gets out my life will be ruined.

I’m thinking about cornering the loser and threatening him to keep quiet when Big Daddy interrupts me. Fuck, why am I calling him that in my own head?

“See him? That’s my stepson you’ve been bullying for so long.” I go pale learning this.

“Shit! I’m sorry Billy, and to you too Big Daddy, sir. I’ll never-” Big Daddy cuts me off. 

“Too late for that now, boy.” He reaches into my pocket and pulls out my phone. Before I can do anything, he takes my hand and uses my thumb to unlock my phone.

I whimper as he whirls around, lording his unbelievably fat ass over my face. It gets a thousand times worse when he reaches back and pulls down the back of his shorts. His massive amount of ass-meat pours out of their prison, and somehow bounce threateningly above me.

“Sir, plea-MMMM” Big Daddy sits down, hard, smothering and silencing my face beneath his bare, sweaty, meaty mounds. 

“Sport, you’re in great shape. Indulging your sweet tooth once in a while won’t kill ya. Here, have a face full of my cakes, it’s killer haha… NGH”

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Big Daddy unleashes a slew of roaring farts, point-blank in my face. His noxious vapors have me nearly dry-heaving.

I’m finally granted a reprieve as Big Daddy lifts up, but he keeps his fat ass suspended a few feet above my face. 

Everything is blurry but I hear Big Daddy’s voice. “Boy, if you wanna be done with Big Daddy’s stink detention, all ya gotta do is say ‘Please Big Daddy, fart in my mouth. I love your farts’. Say that and you’ll be done.”

Wanting this nightmare to be over, I comply. “Please Big Daddy, fart in my mouth. I love your farts.”

My vision comes back into focus; I catch Big Daddy’s blubbery moons jiggling from his laughter.

“Haha, why of course Brian! Big Daddy loves feeding his stinky butt rockets to desperate and nasty fart-sluts like yourself.”

As Big Daddy says this I glance to the side, and my eyes widen in horror. He’s recording all this on my phone. Before I can say anything, he sits back down, entombing my face in between his plump cakes.

“Lips on hole, boy” Big Daddy says as he starts shifting his ass from left to right, wiping his sweaty pucker all over my face. He finally stops when I'm locking lips with his ass-lips. “There we go!” He booms, triumphantly.

Big Daddy starts grunting and straining. “FGH… Alright fart-slut, say ah. Big Daddy’s brought your favorite… UGH”

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Big Daddy bombards my lips with huge, putrid, trumpeting farts. His hellish fumes ravage my lungs, setting them on fire.

Through my suffering I hear, “Good work fart-slut; we made a pretty good video. Time to send it around.”

This has me freaking out. I open my mouth to try and beg him not to, but that turns out to be a big mistake on my part. As soon as I open my mouth…

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“Ah, lets see here” FART “Send to your girlfriend” FART “Send to your other girlfriend” FART “Send to your side-chick” FART “Send to your main bro” FART “Send to your teammates” FART “And of course, send to your father” FART “Oh one more thing” FART “Lets post this on your social media” FART “And there. Hey buddy, I gotta feeling your gonna be internet famous soon, haha” FART

I start crying because of his action and his hellish fumes, with my face still lodged in between his cheeks.

Big Daddy bears his weight down harder on me. “Alright kid, it's been fun but I think it's time I put you to sleep. When you wake up you’ll no longer be known as Brian Face. Everyone will see you for what you truly are - HGH… Big Daddy’s fart-slut… NGH”

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He vents an entire minute of his raunchy ass wind into my open mouth, inflating my cheeks like balloons. The retching stench of rancid meat and onions coats my tongue and the back of my throat. As his fart comes to a sputtering end, I mercifully pass-out. 

Billy's POV

I watch in awe, as my stepfather completely obliterates the person who’s been bullying me for years, with just his farts. Big Joe just killed Brian’s popularity and social life.

Big Joe rises off of Brian’s unconscious face with a wet squelch. My nose curls as I take in Bruce’s face dripping with Big Joe’s ass sweat.

“Thanks so much, Big Joe.” I tell him earnestly as Big Joe lumbers up to me.

He gives me a pat on the shoulder. “You're family, Billy. And anyone who messes with my family has to deal with Big Daddy's nasty, fat ass.”

Big Joe surprises me. He’s heading towards the exit of the gym with the back of his shorts still pulled down, beneath his ass, basically mooning me. It’s almost hypnotic, watching him walk as his meaty mounds bounce and clap against each other, rhythmically. 

“Uh Big Joe, you know your ass is still out, right?” I inform him.

Big Joe looks back and shoots me a devilish grin. “My big ass is nowhere near done showing its displeasure with this school. Come on boy, Big Joe’s just getting started.” 

Big Joe continues out of the room, tall and proud, even with his butt hanging out, like the true alpha male he is. I start to see Big Joe in a new light. At first, I saw him as my mom’s new significant other, but now I’m seeing him as a parental figure. He’s more than earned my respect.

I run and catch up to him, wanting to see what he’s gonna do next. 

We walk down the hall; thankfully no one’s around. But even if people were around, I don't think Big Joe would care, or anyone could do anything to make him cover his ass. 

“Billy, the teachers you asked help from, show me to their classrooms.” He orders.

I immediately point to the door to the right of us. “This is Mr. Stein’s classroom. He’s a huge fan of the basketball team. When I went to him, he told me ‘no one likes a snitch.”

Big Joe glares at the door as if it insulted him. 

Big Joe opens the door and I follow him inside, into the empty classroom. I watch as he walks up to Mr. Steiner’s big desk in the front of the room. His bulbous ass-slabs wobbling in his wake. 

When Big Joe’s behind the desk he turns around. He then sits his bare ass on top of the desk. It's a bit alarming watching his ass fat, roll out in all directions, covering a good ⅓ of Mr. Stein’s desk.

Big Joe curls his hands into fists and through gritted teeth, strains out, “GGH… For his actions, your teacher has earned an F. A Big Daddy’s F doesn’t stand for failure, it stands for this… HGH”

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Big Joe drops several, massive butt bombs onto the desk. They’re so powerful that they have the entire desk rattling. As he farts, Big Joe wipes his ass from left to right, and up and down, working his butt stink into the wood.

I’m closer to him farting now than when he was gassing Brian. Because of this his fumes reach me, making my eyes water. 

Big Joe stands up while wiping away beads of sweat forming on his forehead. 

“Ah, that puppy ain't going anywhere soon. It's gonna be hell for him to teach for the next few months while having to smell that, haha.” Big Joe brags. I can’t help but laugh along with him.

When we exit the classroom we run straight into Coach Myers. It’s obvious he’s a coach with the word printed on the gray t-shirt he’s wearing. He’s an intimidating, muscular man, but nowhere near Big Joe’s league.

Big Joe’s ass is so large that Coach Myers can see it's bare from the sides, even though he’s standing in front of him.

Coach Myers frowns. “I don’t know what you two are doing, but North, you’re in trouble. You’ve earned yourself detention.” Coach Myers addresses me.

Big Joe steps in. “Wrong. You're the one in trouble. Your nose is to report to Big Daddy’s butt detention.”

Big Joe quickly grabs Myers by the shoulders and shoves him to his knees, easily overpowering him.

Big Joe then grabs him by the back of the neck, before wheeling around, putting his titanic, bare rump in Myers’ face. 

With his other hand, Big Joe spreads open his cheeks. “In ya go.” Big Joe says before feeding Myers’ face into his ass.

My eyes widen at the spectacle. Big Joe’s mountainous globes wrap all the way around Myers’ head and reunite in the back. Holy shit, Big Joe’s locked an entire man’s head in his huge ass.

Big Joe flexes his glutes ensuring a struggling Myers can’t escape.

Big Joe bends at the knees and narrows his eyes in concentration. 

“Welcome to detention, troublemaker… NGH”

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“Phew, I bet that smells as rotten as how you treated my son… HGH”

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“Yeah, choke on the consequences of your actions… FGH”

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Big Joe yanks Myers’ head out of his ass. Myers' face is red and he’s struggling to breathe.

Big Joe glares down at him, over his shoulder. “If you ever wrong my son again, I’ll be back. I’ll return when you're coaching, pin you to the ground, and take a shit down your throat while your athletes watch. Do I make myself clear?”

Coach Myers nods his head, jerkily. “Sure-sure, of course. And I’ll make sure no one bothers-Mm-mm.” Mid-sentence, Big Joe shoves Coach Myers' face right back into his ass. 

“Shut up! I’m already tired of hearing your voice. You sound far less annoying when you're gagging on my farts.” 

Big Joe closes his eyes and grits his teeth.

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Big Joe rips a beastly, minute and a half long fart right in Coach Myers’ face. He sighs in relief before pulling an unconscious Myers out of his ass. He lets the man fall to the ground, in a heap. 

Without a glace back, Big Joe walks off, his bare dump truck bouncing behind him. 

Like a loyal pet, I follow him. 

I show Big Joe to all the classrooms of the teachers who ignored my complaints against Brian. He proceeds to fart all over their desk and anything of theirs that they unfortunately left lying out. Like Mr. Smith's water-bottle that he’s always carrying around. The sound of Big Joe farting into his water-bottle had me and him laughing.

After Big Joe's done with the teachers, he leads us to the empty main office. We step up to the door in the back with ‘Principal’ written on the glass.

Frank’s POV

I’m sitting at my desk, watching what Brian sent me. The other man in his video gives me an uneasy sense of deja vu. His voice is deeper and his ass has grown bigger, but it’s him.

Someone barges into my office, unannounced, when I didn’t want to be disturbed. I go to berate them, but my eyes widen and I go pale.

In walks Joe Madison. Someone else follows him into my office, but my sole focus is on Joe.

Joe looks pissed, but I can also see confusion as he takes me in. “Do I know you?” That’s a blow to my ego. The guy who bullied and farted on me all through highschool doesn’t remember me. 

When he looks down at the nameplate on my desk, a wolfish grin slowly forms on his lips. 

“Principal Face? As in Frank Face? Holy shit, long time no see Frank. Or should I call you by your nickname? Fart-face, haha.”

I cringe hearing the name everyone used to call me over two decades ago. I was the laughing stock of the school. Joe would publicly fart in my face, sometimes bare-assed, dozens of times a day, and call me Fart-face before walking off. He was the star of the wrestling team, so none of the faculty would help me.

I straighten my shoulders and glare at him. “It’s Principal Face to you. Now get out of my office!” I command.

Joe narrows his eyes at me. “Not happening, Fart-Face. Not until you pay for what’s been happening to my son.” He growls.

I do a double take at the other person in the room. It’s William North. Shit, my kid’s been bullying him for years. 

How could I’ve known they were related? They don’t have the same last name or look remotely alike.

“You're such a hypocrite, Joe. You bullied me in highschool and no one helped me. But now my son’s the star athlete and it’s your kid’s turn to be bullied.” I grin, telling him the harsh truth.

Joe tips his head back and laughs, alarming me.

“Haha, oh Fart-Face, your bitch-ass son is nothing like me. I was untouchable because I'm a fuckin' alpha. And anyone who tried to help you, I made my bitch.

Our math teacher tried to help you by giving me detention. But I showed him that he fucked up. In detention, I tackled him to the ground, sat on his face, and farted on him for the next hour. The other students serving detention laughed as he suffered under my ass. After that, every time I passed him in the hall, I made sure to fart on him. He was an example to the other teachers not to fuck with me.

The principal tried to intervene in our senior year, but it ended badly for him. During spring break, I broke into his place and tied him to a chair in his bedroom. I kept farting in his face for the entire week. I also kept fucking his wife in front of him, in his bed. That bitch was a freak, haha. She was still riding my meat all through college. That week truly broke the man. He was a shell of his former self, afterwards.”

I can’t keep the look of horror off of my face. People who tried to help me were ruined by him. He’s a monster.

Joe smiles, maliciously. “You get it now, Fart-Face. I’m an Alpha which automatically makes my son better than you beta-bitches. But since you stepped outta line, I gotta put you bitches back in your place, which is beneath this Alpha’s fat, gassy ass.”

Joe's hands shoot forward, grabbing me by the lapels of my jacket. He pulls me out of my chair and slams me onto my back, on the desk, knocking the air out of me. I groan, finding myself looking at an upside-down Joe thanks to my head hanging off the end of my desk.

Joe darkly laughs as he slowly turns around. The thing that’s given me so many nightmares is hovering inches above my face. Joe’s fat ass has definitely gotten bigger. His mounds have swelled with both fat and muscle over the past decades.

Joe suddenly gives his ass a slap, making me jump and his bubbly mountains jiggle.

“Remember this big guy, Fart-Face?” Joe asks as he grabs a handful of ass meat. I’m too scared at the moment to reply.

“I guess that’s a no. How about taking a whiff of him? I'm sure it'll jog your memory.” Joe cups the bottom of his cheeks and starts rapidly bouncing them.

PPPPPPPRRRRR-ffffffffffhhhhhhhhhh-AAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVV-lllllllllllllloooooooooo-MMMMMMMMMDDDDDDDDDD

Joe rips a long, greasy fart right in my face, that keeps changing pitch and tone as he bounces his butt cheeks. 

I groan as the familiar stench of rotten eggs and cabbage assaults my nose. I start gagging.

Joe sighs in relief before wafting his lingering fumes towards my nose.

Through my coughing fit I cry out. “Y-you can’t do this to me anymore! I’m the principal!”

Scoffing, Joe reaches down and spreads open his cheeks. I whimper as his sweaty pucker surrounded by a forest of fur is revealed. 

"That doesn't matter at all, Principal Fart-Face. I think you need to spend some time in my swamp ass. You gotta re-learn that Big Daddy's always in control."

With that, his huge ass comes crashing down onto my face, easily overshadowing the fact that he referred to himself as Big Daddy.

My face is consumed in between his ample globes. Unfortunately, my nose is pressed against his sweaty, fart-belching hole. Tears start to fall from my eyes. It feels like I’m back in highschool again, and still Joe’s favorite victim.

“Let me make one thing straight, Fart-Face” PPPBBBTTTT “You could be the President of the United States” FFFHHHBBBB “You could be the King of England” RRRWWWPPP “Hell you could be Superman” MMMVVVDDD “But that’ll never change what you truly are” VVVBBBRRR “My bitch!... NGH” 

VVVVVVLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBB-OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHDDDDDDD

I'm nearly dry-heaving as Joe pumps fart after noxious fart up my nose. The nostalgic stench of digested meat and sulfur singes my nose hairs.

I gasp for air as he lifts off of my face. But his fat ass is still looming several inches above me.

“What’s my name?” Joe booms.

“W-what?”

Joe slams his butt back down on my face and farts.

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAMMMMMM

He rises up again.

“What’s my name?” he repeats.

“Joe” I answer.

He slams his ass back down and farts on my face.

BBBBBBWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRR

Joe lifts back up.

“You’re my bitch, you don’t have the right to call me by my name. Whether it's just us or others are around, you will call me Big Daddy!” Joe roars before pushing out another sizzling fart up my nose.

PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD

Big Daddy rises off my face again.

“Now what’s my name?” He growls.

“Big Daddy” I reply, wetly.

“Haha, now there’s a good bitch.” Big Daddy taunts as he rises completely up. 

Once again, he grabs me by the lapels, and stands me back up. With a shove, he drops me back into my chair. 

My eyes and nose are dripping and I can’t stop coughing and gagging. I’m in complete misery. I notice Billy standing in the corner, wincing from the stench. But pride fills his eyes as he looks at Big Daddy.

Big Daddy gives his step-son a genuine smile. “There kid, I think I'm done here.”

“Thanks, pops.” Billy replies. Big Daddy’s head whips towards Billy, looking truly moved. It seems like their relationship has evolved.  

I close my eyes, still coughing in my seat, praying they’ll leave and let me suffer in peace. Sadly, Big Daddy isn’t done.

For such a big man, Big Daddy is fast and nimble. I’m startled as I find him standing right next to me. 

I shrink into my chair as he leans down and gets right in my face, shooting me a nasty grin.

“Don’t think this is over Fart-Face, because it isn’t. For the part you played in hurting my son, I’ll be farting in your face, for a whole hour, every other day. I'm gonna make sure you never forget that you are my fart-bitch. Soon, you'll come to a realization: that you aren't a person anymore. but my property; which you are!”

Heavens, please no! Let this be some sort of nightmare. I’ve gotta do something. Maybe I can call the police!

As Big Daddy straightens back up, towering over me, his nasty grin grows bigger. It's as if he knows what I’m thinking.

“How rude of me, principal Fart-Face, it seems I haven't told you my profession. Well I joined law enforcement and now I'm the chief of police in our district.” Big Daddy informs me, making me turn pale. “Hehe, so I doubt authorities will be of any help to you.” 

I shutter as Big Daddy wheels around and bends over at the waist, aiming his bare fat rump at my face.

Big Daddy gives Billy a cheeky smirk as he points his index finger at him. "Hey son, why don't you get in on this action and pull your pop's finger."

Grinning, Billy walks up and does just that.

I whimper as I glimpse Big Daddy's pucker opening and pushing outward.

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2 minutes of warm, noxious fumes floods out of Big Daddy’s hole and right into my face. The sulfuric stench ravages my nose and lungs. I’m finally given a merciful relief as I start to pass out. But in the back of my head I know this isn’t over. It’s just the beginning because I’m Big Daddy’s fart-bitch now. 

Big Joe's POV

The both of us are far happier on the drive back home. I’m ecstatic at how much closer we’ve gotten. Since I fell in love with Veronica, I've wanted Billy to see me as a father figure. Although we get along, he's never seen me as a parental figure. But now, he’s actually calling me pops.

As we near home, Billy gives me another genuine smile. “Thanks again pops for - well everything.” Him referring to me as ‘pops’ makes me happier.

“No problem son, that’s what my butt rockets are for. Speaking of which…” I quickly power lock the windows before leaning away from Billy, lifting my ass off the seat, and aiming it his way.

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“Oh gross pops, it's so unfair when you hotbox the car.” Billy complains as he tries for the window in vain.”

With my ass still aimed at him, I say, “Oh you think that’s gross? Your old man will show you gross… NGH”

BBBBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTPPPPPPPPPP

A beasty 15 second ripper roars out of my ass, polluting all the air in my truck. 

As soon as I park, Billy immediately jumps out of my truck and runs into the house. I chuckle at his escape, remaining in the truck.

Once he’s inside I pull out my phone and give my only and much younger brother a call. I need to ensure Billy will be protected.

“Hey Boston, mom tells me you got kicked out of another school.” I tease him when he picks up.  

I laugh at his response. “Well I guess your gas game isn’t as good as mine.” I say, giving him more shit.

“Haha, alright-alright, I’m sorry lil bro. But I think we can help each other out. How about you move in with us and attend a school nearby?”

Billy's POV

Two Days Later

Things in school have changed. There’s no sign of Brian, but everyone’s talking about him. The video of Big Joe farting on him went viral; he's the laughing stock of the whole school. Coach Myers quit, and the other teachers who’s desks got butt bombed won’t look me in the eyes. And Principal Face keeps himself locked up in his office.

At first, it seemed like Brian's teammates were going to start bullying me, but the appearance of a new student quashed that.

Unfortunately, I'm the ride for said-new-student, and of course he's gotten himself detention.

I'm posted against some lockers outside of the detention room. From inside the room, I hear a continuous orchestra of...

BBBBBBBBHHHHHHHFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRWWWWWWWVVVVVVV

FFFFFFFFMMMMMMMLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPP

I feel sympathy for the teacher on the receiving end of those wet and trumpeting explosions.

So invested in what's going on in the classroom, I fail to notice someone approaching me. I’m suddenly slammed into the lockers, with a forearm pressed against my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. 

The forearm belongs to a mad-as-hell Brian. 

“You little fucker! Because of you, Big Daddy ruined my life!” Brian angrily hisses.

Brian calling pops 'Big Daddy' has me laughing, angering him further.

Brian's POV

I’m about to punch the little bitch when I’m suddenly pulled off of him and shoved to my knees. I look up at who just intervened and my eyes widen in shock.

This guy is a nearly exact replica of Big Daddy except he’s around my age and has blonde hair instead of brown. He’s just as huge as Big Daddy and is sporting a nasty smirk.

His deep voice sends chills throughout my body. He sounds just like Big Daddy.

“So we finally meet, huh Brian Face? I've been searching for you for days. I'm just dying to break in my new fart-bitch.”

‘WH-who are you? Why d-do you look like… him?” I ask, unable to keep the fear out of my voice.

His nasty smirk broadens. “Joe is my older brother. I was a surprise for my parents when Joe was 26. The name’s Boston but you will only refer to me as Big Boss. And since I just caught you messing with my family, your face is heading straight for my butt prison, fart-bitch.” With that he wheels around.

To my horror, his fat ass is just as massive as Big Daddy’s, and right in my face. He pulls down the waistband of his shorts, letting his blubbery moons pour out and bounce ominously before my eyes.

He reaches back with one hand and spreads open his cheeks, revealing his fur-surrounded hole. With the other hand, he grabs the back of my head. 

Before my face is plunged into Big Boss’ cavernous crack, "Jeez Boston, you’ve been farting on so many people, nonstop.” Billy comments.

Big Boss shrugs. “I’m working fast; I wanna be king of this school before the week’s over. Besides I’m making this fart-bitch an example. I’m showing everyone what’ll happen to them if they mess with you.”

With that he unceremoniously shoves my face into his open ass. My entire head is easily and quickly consumed in between his gargantuan globes.

My nose is already touching his pucker, filling my nostrils with the rank stench of his ass musk. I fill his hole opening.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

RRRRRRVVVVVVVVAAAAAAPPPPPPP

FFFFFFFFWWWWWWLLLLLLBBBBBBB

VVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBUUUUUDDDDDDD

Big Boss pelts my face with numerous trumpeting farts. They wreck me just like Big Daddy’s but reek of rotten fish and sulfur.

Big Boss grabs the top of my hair and pulls me upwards. My eyes are back into the open with my nose still in his ass, and worse, my mouth is pressed against his pucker. 

Big Boss is bent slightly forward and peering back at me, over his shoulder, with a cheeky grin.

“Lips on hole fart-bitch! You’re gonna eat my butt bombs for trying to fuck with my nephew!” 

Billy steps into view, standing before Big Boss with a frown. “Ugh, I hate that that's technically true. Especially, with you being only a few months older than me.”

Billy is startled as Big Boss grabs him by the back of the neck and reels him in so they’re face-to-face. “Aw, it looks like you need to be punished too for hurting your uncle's feelings. Time for my two victims to experience how talented Big Boss is. Enjoy my two-for-one-er.”

Simultaneously, Big Boss belts a huge gnarly burp in Billy’s face and rips a long nasty fart in mine.

BBBBBBBUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPP

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTT

Smell of the nice list

Warning: this story contains vore

This is also my longest story so far.

It’s Christmas morning and I wake up feeling depressed. I shouldn’t be because I’m staying in a beautiful, secluded, cabin in the mountains for the holidays. I should be here with my fiance,  but unfortunately I found him cheating on me, in our bed, a month ago, with a younger man. I guess, me turning 30 is too old for him even though he’s 37. I’m pretty sure this affair has been going on for a while because from what I’ve heard, they’ve already moved in together.

I should be spending Christmas with my mom and not alone, but I can’t handle the looks of pity.

I feel so pathetic. All my life I’ve tried to be a good man; being nice and helping anyone that I can. But I feel like everyone just walks all over me.

My late father taught me to be a kind person but maybe he was wrong, maybe that old saying is true: nice guys finish last.

I get up and head to the kitchen. Maybe eating a pint of ice cream in bed will make this Christmas bearable. 

I pause when I step into the kitchen. In the living-room, I spy a man standing in front of the Christmas tree with his back facing me. 

He’s black, with short black hair, and he’s wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweats. It’s obvious he works out because his t-shirt looks painted on. But what catches most of my attention is his insanely fat, bubble butt. It looks like his sweats can barely contain his thick cakes. Just one of his butt cheeks is as big as my head.

I stop thirsting for his ass and get my head back into the game. There’s an intruder here who’s either trying to rob or kill me. I need to get my phone and call the police. 

He hasn’t noticed me yet. I silently turn around so I can head back into my bedroom.

I go still as I find the man standing a few feet in front of me, with his back still to me. I whip my head back around and see that the guy’s magically vanished from in front of the tree.

I turn my head back forward just in time to see the man’s hand shoot back and grab the back of my neck. With a strong pull, I find myself bent over with my face heading straight for his bubble butt. 

Next thing I know, my face is being mashed against his firm-yet-fleshy ass. His pillowy cheeks mold around my face, completely smothering me.

I then hear his voice. “Trevor, you’ve been very good all year. You’ve earned this… NGH”

PPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWBBBBBBBRRRRRRRR

I'm met with a 6 second, explosive fart, right in my face. The stench of rotten eggs and onions immediately burns my nose. I should find this disgusting but in truth, I love it. I have a huge fart fetish that I’ve never told anyone. In my 30 years of living, this is the first time someone’s ever farted in my face.

I’m coughing as he straightens me up and turns around. Man, this guy’s handsome. He looks to be in his early thirties, about a half a foot taller than me, and shredded as hell.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him. I feel his hardness poking my lower stomach. This, combined with his fart to my face has me hard too.

The guy grimaces a bit before I see a lump traveling up his throat. With an impish grin, he leans his face in, bringing his lips right up to my nose.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS-UUUUURRRRPPPPP”

He belches his words right in my face. The stink of spoiled milk has my eyes watering and I love it.

“Did that smell bad, baby?” he asks cheekily.

The stranger’s endearment knocks some sense into me. I brush his arms off and take a few steps back.

“Who the hell are you? And how did you get in here?” I demand.

He looks a bit confused. “I’m not sure what I am but I was made by Santa and meant for you. The name's Nick Winters.” He introduces himself with a beaming smile.

“Trevor, all your life you’ve been a good person but no goodness has been returned to you; so Santa decided to intervene. That is why he made me. My mission is to fill your life with nothing but happiness. And I plan to do that with my body, magic, and never-ending tank of farts.” To demonstrate, Nick closes one eye and cocks his right leg.

PPPPWWWWWHHHHHFFFFFFF

A noxious, eggy stench taints the air around us. I try to ignore the throbbing in my boxers.

Damn that was hot. No wait, this guy’s crazy; I’m in danger.

“You’ll never be in danger anymore because I'm here, baby.”

I ignore the butterflies in my stomach from him calling me that again.

How’d he know what I was thinking?

“Because reading your mind helps me fulfill your every need and desire.” He answers my unspoken question.

I gasp, taking several steps back.

This time, before my very eyes, the guy suddenly vanishes. My back collides with a breathing brick wall. A burly set of arms wrap around me. I don’t struggle because I don’t feel in danger. 

Being in his arms feels right. 

I shiver as he grazes my earlobe with his lips and sensually whispers, “Mmm, no. You being in my arms feels perfect.”

Please, show me your magic. Please, turn me on. Please, fart on me again.

I feel Nick’s lips curl into a smile when he hears my thoughts.

Nick releases me out of his arms and takes a step away from me.

I gasp as I’m levitated off the ground. My body is turned around, facing a smirking Nick. I'm levitated higher until my head’s nearly touching the ceiling. 

Nick does a little gesture with his finger, making my body rotate 180 degrees, in the air. My feet are now nearly touching the ceiling. I’m now looking at Nick, upside down.

Nick turns around, showing that my head is on level with his ass. Nick’s melon-sized cheeks are within a foot of my face. 

Nick inches backwards, burying my face in his meaty rump. An invisible force is stopping my head from backing away. I feel his doughy mounds molding around my facial features.

I can’t see a thing but I hear Nick’s voice.

“Alright baby, time to give you a taste of what my magic and gas can do for ya.” FART “Trevor, with my magic I can literally do anything. And all I wanna do is make you happy.” FART “Nothing’s off limits.” FART “You want me to ruin someone? Just point them out and I’ll sit on their face and won’t stop farting until I put them in a coma.” FART “You want me to cause destruction? I’ll grow to the size of a kaiju and go from city-to-city, crushing them under my huge booty, and leaving them uninhabitable with my butt bombs. ” FART “You want me to end fresh air? I’ll teleport us to the top of the highest mountain. There, you can watch me stick my ass into the air and keep farting and farting until I cover the entire planet in a never-ending fart cloud. No one will be safe from my butt stink .” FART “Just ask for it and it’ll be done” FART “My mission is to make you happy for the rest of your life.” FART “And you should know, I never fail.” FART “ Congrats for being on the nice list, babe… NGH” FFFFFFAAAAARRRRRTTTTT

Nick keeps ripping one sulfuric fart after another right in my upside down face. His words and farting have me hard as hell. 

Please let this not be a dream.

Nick takes a step forward, freeing my face from his bubble butt. He then pulls down the back of his slacks. His thick, caramel cakes pour out and jiggle right in front of my face.

Nick reaches back with both hands and spreads his cheeks, revealing his pucker surrounded by a thatch of black, curly hair.

“This is no dream, Trevor, but I am sending you on a quick trip to dreamland. And when you wake up, you’ll experience a fantasy you’ve been having since you were 16.”

Before I can react, Nick steps back, consuming my face with his big ass. His brawny cheeks clamp down on the sides of my head, and I feel his pucker opening against the tip of my nose.

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT

A 35 second, hellish storm erupts out of Nick’s ass and right up my nose. The stench of raw sewage and man musk overwhelms me. My floating body spasms as I shoot in my boxers before passing out.

LATER

I groan as I come to. Nick immediately coming to mind. 

Please let him be real. 

I frown as I open my eyes, noticing I’m lying on some kinda huge, brown, warm surface. Whatever it is, it’s bigger than my entire bedroom and arches up for some reason. I stand up and my feet sink a bit into the spongy surface. 

I think I'm in the bedroom. But what am I standing on?

My jaw drops as I take in the room. Everything in the room looks so much bigger. I look down, realizing the pillowy floor I’m standing on is Nick’s butt cheek.

Holy shit! He shrunk me! I’m like an inch high!

The malleable floor beneath me starts to quake and I realize it’s because Nick is laughing.

I look over his long, expansive back and see his humongous face smiling back at me. 

“Haha, I know one of your biggest fantasies, Trevor. It involves you shrinking, and then your bully finding you and torturing you with their big ole booty. How about a little roleplay?”

Nick’s smile morphs into a nasty sneer. “You were always a little dweeb man but this is really pathetic. You were a clutz before but I bet you're even clumsier at this size. Let’s see. Earthquake!”

Nick starts to rock his ass from left to right, making me stumble. And it doesn’t help that the surface I’m standing on feels like a bouncy castle. After a few shakes, I fall face-first against his bare, meaty globe. When Nick feels this he gives a hard shift to the right. My minuscule body starts rolling, heading straight for his ass crack. 

I grunt as I’m hotdogged in the opening of his crack, face up.

“Ha, I was right, you are still clumsy. I guess I better keep you somewhere safe. And I know just the place, shrimp.”

Nick reaches back with both hands. He uses one hand to spread open his cheeks. With the other, he uses his giant index finger and presses down on my chest, submerging me deeper into his massive, cavernous ass. The inside of his cheeks are dark and musty, and slick with sweat. I’m also brushing against a forest of wet butt hairs that are as tall as me. 

My body is turned around during my descent, and I find my entire front pressed against Nick’s sweaty and wrinkled pucker, that at my current height, is as big as I am.

“There ya go shrimp, how do you like your safehouse? It’s safe and secure; there’s no way in, and more importantly no way out.” Nick taunts before flexing his brawny, mountainous mounds, putting the squeeze on me. I moan from both pleasure and discomfort.

I hear Nick’s deep, dark chuckle rumbling all around me. “Hey micro-loser, I wanna introduce you to someone very close to me.”

BBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

Nick’s pucker pulsates against me before blasting me with a huge fart.

“Oh yeah! I can tell the two of you are gonna be the best of friends… HGH”

RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHDDDDDDDD

“Ah, if you haven’t noticed yet, your new bf is quite the chatterbox… FGH”

PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMM

Aggressive churning sounds from Nick’s guts.

“Oh, what’s this? Sounds like my friend has something big to tell you… NGH”

PPPPPPPPWWWWWWOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFFF

Nick pelts my inch-high body with what feels like gallons of his noxious ass gas; he rips one thunderous fart after another on me. The last one is a massive one that lasts 25 seconds. 

The toxic stench of Nick’s digestive vapors overwhelms me and I find myself blacking out again. Before everything goes dark, I hear Nick’s dickish snickering. I know it’s all an act so I go out smiling.

LATER

I'm back to normal size when I wake up.

I’m in the living-room with Nick who’s still completely naked. The fireplace is going, a Christmas movie is playing on the tv, and I’m lying on the couch with Nick... in an interesting manner.

Nick’s lying on his front, head to the side, watching tv. I’m lying face-first, further down, and using his ample bubble butt as a pillow.

I sigh in contentment as I let my head rest against his pillowy slabs. I love Nick’s gassy games but I desire softer moments like this in a relationship.

I glace forward, catching Nick looking back at me, over his shoulder, with a genuine smile.

I feel like I’m in my perfect fairytale that can’t be true.

“It’s all true babe, but your Prince Charming is very gassy.”

I feel his cakes tense and then relax.

RRRBBBFFFTTTT

Nick farts, spraying my face with his skunky fumes.

“Ah, get a whiff of your happily-ever-after.”

I give his meaty cheek a kiss, showing my thanks.

Nick gives the back of my head a loving pat. 

I get up when my stomach growls in hunger. It’s about lunch time. “I’m gonna make us lunch.” I inform him as I head to the kitchen.

“Sure” Nick calls back.

I bought several boxes of fried chicken before coming up here. I toss several pieces into the air-fryer for us. It’s gonna take 10 minutes.

As I’m waiting, I take another peak at Nick, from in the kitchen. I can’t believe Santa's freaking real, and he gifted me with a hot, magical boyfriend.

Nick slyly grins as he continues to watch tv. “You know staring is rude. It’s almost as rude as this” Nick reaches back with one hand, spreading his meaty globes. 

RRRRRRHHHHHUUUUUUUBBBBBB

Nick rips a bubbly fart. It turns me on but also makes me laugh.

I step further into the living-room. “Haha, sorry I’m just still wrapping my head around… What a minute? Do you eat?” I ask, sidetracked.

He smiles at me, “Of course I do.” He says as if I’m being silly.

“Sorry, didn’t know if you need to with you basically being a god and all.” I shrug

Nick sits up on the couch, wearing a lopsided grin. “A god? Hmm? I like the sound of that.” Nick teases.

Nick raises his arm, closest to me, over his head, revealing his thick bushed armpit. Even from here, I can see his pit glistening with sweat.

“While we wait for our food, why don’t you be a good little disciple and worship your god’s sweaty armpit.” Nick sultry growls.

My eyes widen as several stands of his armpit hair rapidly grow, foot by foot. They slither through the air, quickening towards me. Before I can react, my body’s bound by his armpit hairs. They’re obviously thin lengths of hair but they're unbreakable like steel. Thankfully they don’t cut into my skin. 

One strand of his greasy armpit hair is wrapped around my forehead, another one is wrapped around my neck, and several more are wrapped around my arms binding them to my sides.

With a flirtatious grin, Nick’s armpit hairs start to recede, reeling me in. My feet are sliding across the floor and I know my face is headed straight for his armpit.

As I draw closer Nick puts on a show by leaning in and giving his armpit a sniff. His nose curls in disgust just to tease me.

Soon I’m pulled onto the couch, kneeling next to Nick. The hairs wrapped around my arms, release me and shrink back to normal. The ones around my forehead and neck keep hold, pulling my face towards their ripe-smelling home.

My face draws nearer and nearer until - it’s lodged in his sweaty, rank, wet-furred armpit.   

I moan as my nostrils are flooded with his potent testosterone. Like a starving man, I start licking his sweaty pit without abandon. The acidic taste of his vile sweat assaults my taste buds and I love it.

I feel more than hear Nick’s rumble of approval. “Mmm, that’s it, taste and worship my divine B.O.”

I don’t know how long I've been licking his pit, but eventually Nick has to pull my face away. I know I must look awful with my face covered in his pit sweat and grime.

Nick surprises me by pulling me into a deep kiss. “You look so hot drenched in my armpit sweat.” Nick lustfully snarls. A glance down at his rock-hard 9 inches confirms that.

Nick lies back down, taking me with him. He arranges us like before, with me using his bubble butt as a pillow. 

I then remember our lunch. Before I can get up, Nick snaps his fingers and two plates of fried chicken pop into the room. One’s floating in the air in front of his face. The other is resting on his lower back just in front of me.

Nick shoots me a cheeky grin, over his shoulder. “Eat up babe. And don’t forget my special seasoning.” Nick shakes his hips making his meaty mounds wobble. 

Not needing to be told twice, I pick up a chicken leg and hold it above Nick’s ass crack.

PPPDDDTTTT

He flavors my chicken with an eggy poot. I take a bite, enjoying the taste of the defiled poultry. 

I'd love Nick to fart on everything I eat.

“Done. From now on whatever you eat will have been farted on by me.” Nick chimes in, making me overjoyed. 

We continue to eat. I have Nick poot on every bite I’m about to take.

FFHHHTT, RRLLPPP, MMFFFBBB, DDRRFFF, PPFFFTT

Once we’re finished, Nick snaps his fingers and our plates disappear. I go back to using his bubbly ass as a pillow, as we continue to watch a cheesy hallmark Christmas movie.

This is by far, the best Christmas I’ve ever had. I’ve never been so happy. So why is my ex and his boy-toy plaguing my thoughts?

If I’m being honest, I’m hoping they run into some bad karma. They deserve it after what they did.

My fleshy pillows start jiggling from Nick’s laughter. When I try to look up at him, Nick reaches back, grabs the back of my head, and shoves my face deep in between his beefy ass-slabs. 

I suddenly find my lips pressed against his butthole. “Oh Nick, ‘bad karma’ isn’t enough for those two. They made it to the top of my naughty list. And a lump of coal isn't gonna cut it. Hehe, you'll see.”

I feel Nick’s hole opening up against my lips. Subconsciously, I open my mouth as well.

FFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPP

45 seconds of noxious wind roars into my mouth, inflating my lungs and cheeks like party balloons. I love and crave it, but the sulfuric stench is too much for me. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I pass out.

LATER

I come to, lying alone on the couch. I sit up, not hearing another soul in the cabin. Since the beginning, Nick’s skunky fumes have dominated the room, but the air’s fresh and clean. I start to feel dread. Maybe Nick was all a dream.

I'm filled with hope when I hear the front door open. My hope turns into anger when my ex, Roger, comes into view with his boy-toy, Gavin.

“What the hell are you two doing here?”

Roger looks a little embarrassed. “Well, I thought you’d be at your mother’s and not here alone, so I thought Gavin and I could use the place.”

I scoff, ignoring how Gavin wraps himself in Roger’s arms, wearing a triumphant smile. “Well you’re wrong. I rented the cabin, so kindly see yourselves out.” I dismiss them.

Roger rolls his eyes. “Come on Trevor, don't be petty. Why let this nice cabin go to waste; let me and Gavin use it.”

Gavin nods in agreement. “True, and to be honest, you wallowing over my man, here alone, is pretty pathetic.” Gavin insults me.

Before I can stop myself, “Firstly, I’m not mourning over a cheater. And secondly, I’m not here alone. I’m with someone special.”

Fuck, why did I say that? I probably dreamed Nick up.

Roger gives me a pitying look and Gavin snickers. They both know I’m lying.

Suddenly, someone steps into the room, gaining all our attention. “Hohoho Trevor, you’ve been a very good boy this year. Santa’s about to stuff more than just your stocking.”

Shit, what Nick’s wearing has us all turned on. Nick’s only wearing a red Santa cap and a pair of tight, red underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. It shows off his overpacked bulge and insanely massive bubble butt. The rest of his ripped, caramel body is on full display.

Nick walks up to me, gesturing towards the other two. “Who are they?”

They both are leering at Nick with intense lust.

“Nick, this is my ex and his boyfriend. I’m hoping they’ll leave now so we can get back to enjoying our romantic Christmas getaway together.”

Roger looks at me, floored. “You’re with him?” Roger looks crushed while Gavin looks envious, and I love it.

Gavin lets go of Roger and sashays up to Nick. I glare as he rests a hand on Nick’s chest.

With half-lidded eyes, Gavin croons, “You should ditch this loser and join me and Roger. I’m sure the three of us could have some fun.” 

Nick returns a sexy little smirk. “Mmm, I think you’re right.” His answer cuts me.

Gavin gives me a quick, nasty little grin. Roger looks completely on board. But then Nick continues, “Hey, I have an even better idea. How about Trevor and I have fun, while you two suffer for the rest of your lives!" Nick says, tripping up Gavin and Roger.

Nick suddenly grabs Gavin by the shoulders and shoves him roughly to his knees. He then quickly wheels around, putting his bubbly ass in Gavin’s face. Nick hastily pulls down his underwear, freeing his bouncing, ample globes. 

Nick reaches behind and grabs the back of Gavin’s neck. “Gavin, you've been very naughty this year. Not only have you been fucking a soon-to-be-married man, but worst of all, you hurt my Trev. A few lumps of coal is too good for you two. Get a whiff of my naughty list.”

Nick pulls Gavin in, burying Gavin’s face in his bulbous backside. Gavin’s arms are flailing but Nick’s not letting him escape.

Roger looks on, horrified. 

Nick takes a deep breath and then grunts.

BBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

Nick launches a trumpeting, 15 second fart, point-blank in Gavin’s face. I know that was a bad one. Gavin must be suffering; lucky bastard.

Roger looks enraged. “Stop that, you disgusting pig!” He roars.  

Nick holds up a single finger, not at all perturbed. “Hold on, I got another one and I think he is in need of some Christmas magic.” 

Nick grits his teeth, and starts grunting and straining.

RRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDBBBBBBBBBBB

Nick out does himself, unleashing a 20 second monster-of-a-fart in Gavin’s face. Nick gives a huge sigh of relief. 

“Ah, haha, hold on guys, wait for it.” 

As soon as Nick says this, Gavin, whose hands were beating against Nick’s ass and thighs in protest, starts caressing Nick’s butt cheeks.

The room is quiet so we can all hear Gavin breathing deeply in Nick’s ass.

“What the hell are you doing?” Roger shrieks.

Thanks to his face being wedged in Nick’s fat ass, Gavin’s voice is muffled. “It smells so good. Please fart on me again, Master Nick.” Gavin begs. Roger looks revolted. 

Nick chuckles, “Sorry but I’m a kept man. You're gonna have to ask my love for permission, you nasty little fart-slut.” Nick says, degrading Gavin.

Gavin pulls his face out of Nick’s ass and looks up at me with pure desperation. Nick somehow turned Gavin into a complete addict of his farts. To me, this is hot as hell.

After a second, I give Nick an affirmative nod.

Nick gives me a knowing grin. He knows his little show is doing it for me.

“Damn, you’re lucky my boo is such a nice guy.”

Nick buries Gavin’s face back in between his cheeks.

BBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLPPPPPPPP

RRRRRRGGGGGGGGGFFFFFFFFDDDDDDDDDD

MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUBBBBBBBB

FFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAA-RRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLVVVVVVVVV

Nick rips a barrage of butt bombs, pointblank in Gavin’s face. Gavin’s deeply breathing and coughing on Nick’s toxic vapors. Gavin’s arms soon fall limp; it appears he's passed out.

Nick pulls Gavin's face out of his ass and lets his unconscious body fall to the floor. 

Roger’s horrified. Nick turns his back to Roger, and starts shaking his ass for him. “Come on in Roger, It’s your turn. You’re on my naughty list as well.”

Roger’s backing away, towards the front door. “You did something to his head. You’re a fucking demon or something. I’m getting the hell outta here.” 

Nick mockingly frowns. “I ain’t no demon, but I can understand the mix up with my booty roaring like this.”  Nick bites his bottom lip and lifts his right leg, slightly.

PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHDDDDDDDDD

A 12 second, wet fart erupts out of Nick’s ass. Roger's hit with a wall of Nick's butt funk. He covers his nose with his hand as he backs up faster.

“You’re not doing that to me!” Roger shouts before turning around and sprinting for the door.

A mischievous grin grows on Nick's face, “You’re so right. You deserve worse.” Nick growls at Roger’s retreating back before vanishing.

Roger rips open the door and runs out, or at least tries to. He runs head first into a wall made of two mattress-sized, brown, spherical objects. Roger bounces off of them and falls onto his ass.

Holy shit! That's Nick's ass, but way bigger. Nick must be like 25 feet tall. Fuck, that’s hot.

Roger screams as he gets up; staring in horror at the leviathan butt, blocking his only escape.

“Y-you’re a monster!” Roger shouts.

Nick’s behemoth-of-an-ass jiggles from his laughter. His louder and deeper voice rumbles throughout the entire cabin. “Actually I’m a gift from Santa. And just like the big man, I believe naughty people deserve to be punished. Speaking of which, it’s time for your punishment, Roger. Come on in, welcome to your new forever home.”

“Fuck that!” Roger yells in outrage and fear. He whirls around and tries to race back down the hall. After taking a single step, Nick’s industrial-sized globes part, and like his armpit hairs earlier, 4 butt hairs rapidly grow, quickly slithering through the air towards Roger.

The 4 hairs coil around Roger’s 4 limbs, making him fall to the ground. 

“NO! NO! NOOO!” Roger cries as the super strong hairs lift him into the air, and start pulling him in, towards Nick’s giant ass.

Roger’s eyes find mine. “Please Trevor! Help me! I’m sorry I cheated on you, but you can’t let him do this to me!”

Nick’s booming voice counters. “Oh can’t he? Does he know you and Gavin have been fucking for over 2 years? Or that before he caught you two together, you were going to marry Trevor, and then off him to collect his life insurance?” 

I look at Roger in horror. Roger winces knowing he’s completely screwed. 

“No, he’s wrong. It was all Gavin's idea. Trevor I-I love you.” Roger desperately lies as he’s drawn closer and closer to Nick’s ass. 

I just watch, saying nothing. 

The hairs spin Roger around, so he’s now heading face-first towards Nick’s massive butt crack.

Nick’s cheeks part wider, giving me a clear view of his butthole that’s the size of a manhole cover. Roger struggles wildly at the sight.

Once Roger's face-to-face with Nick’s pucker, he’s suddenly stopped. 

“Just a sec, naughty boy. I want to give you a nice, big, warm welcome.” Nick’s hole twitches before…

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHPPPPPPPDDDDDDDD

 A hurricane of Nick’s fetid vapors vents out of his hole, blasting Roger right in the face. Nick’s fart is so strong that it reaches me in the living-room, blowing back my and an unconscious Gavin’s hair.

The stench of rancid meat and broccoli taints the air. Even though my eyes are watering, I love the nauseating smell. Roger is dry-heaving.

Nick’s hole then gaps open to the size of a hula-hoop. It shows a pink tunnel of flesh that leads into a pitch black abyss.

“Get into my ass, future ass-padding!” Nick growls, authoritatively.

“Noooo-mmmmm” Roger’s shouting is silenced when Nick’s hairs shove him into his hole. Roger’s up to his waist in Nick’s pucker. I watch with widened eyes and a full hard-on.

The hairs release Roger and then Nick’s hole starts pulsing as it quickly devours Roger's kicking legs. In less than 4 seconds, Roger’s completely gone, and Nick sighs in relief.

Nick’s hole closes and after a few moments, starts twitching again.

VVVVVVVBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRWWWWWWPPPPPP

Nick’s voice then booms, “Phew, excuse me.” I can't see it but I know he’s dawning a silly, cheeky smirk.

“Hey Trev, step closer to the hall entrance.”

I do as he says.

The ground shakes as I see giant Nick moving around, outside.

Suddenly, Nick’s couch-sized schlong, thrusts through the front door, heading straight for me. It immediately stops, just inches in front of me. It's enormous. Just its leaking head easily dwarfs me, stretching from the floor to the ceiling.

“Heh, sorry Baby. I was having such a good time that my big friend wanted to meet you. Why don’t you give him a kiss, I bet he’d like that.” Nick teases, sultry.

Not thinking twice, I give the monstrous, spongy head a kiss. The salty, musky taste has me shooting in my boxers.

As soon as I do that, Nick’s mammoth python starts swelling. I close my eyes, feeling that I’m about to be hosed. 

My eyes pop open as a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. Nick’s monster-dong is gone, the front door is closed, and he's back to normal size.

Nick gives my earlobe a nip, “Fuck, that was close. You nearly had me covering you in my special eggnog. I don't wanna blow until I'm inside you.” Nick growls in my ear, making me moan. 

Damn, I want that now.

Nick chuckles as he turns me around. “Soon Trev, but first I wanna show you something.” 

I take in Nick and I’m surprised again. Instead of a six-pack, he’s now sporting a very enlarged potbelly. Nick gives his bloated belly a couple of smacks. “Haha, guess who?”

Nick gives me an impish grin. “Now you see him, now you don’t.” Nick’s eyes narrow in concentration.

Gurgle…Gurgle… Gurgle

Nick’s stomach starts churning loudly. In mere moments his six-pack is back.

Nick turns around, presenting his ass. “Look” he commands.

I gasp as his already big ass starts to grow bigger. As it inflates it’s accompanied by the sound of stretching rubber. It stops when his ass is about a half a foot bigger. 

Man, if it were to rain I could take shelter under that big thing.

“True, it would keep you very dry. And I'll make sure to fart a lot to keep you warm, haha.” He wiggles his hips, making his meaty globes wobble from left to right.

I frown when Nick stops moving and yet his ass is jiggling by itself.

“What the hell?”

“Oh that’s just Roger freaking out because he’s now sentient fat on my big booty.” Nick informs me, giving me a devilish grin over his shoulder.

“He’s alive?” I ask, shocked.

Nick starts working his hips, making his thick cakes sexily roll. “His body is gone but his soul will live on as fat on my butt, forever.” 

Saying this makes his cheeks jiggle chaotically.

Nick darkly laughs as he caresses his enlarged bubble butt. “Easy there bud, it’s too late now.”

Gavin wakes up and crawls towards Nick’s bigger ass. “Please, Master Nick-”

Nick spreads his globes and grunts.

BBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMDDDDDDD

Nick farts out a pair of keys. They land in front of Gavin.

“Go wait in the car. If I have use for you, I’ll come get you.” Nick coldly dismisses him.

Gavin looks pained, but he takes the keys and leaves.

I'm already hard again. What Nick just did was both hot and satisfying to witness.

Nick could never top this. 

“Are you sure about that, Trevor? Because you just made the naughty list.” Nick teleports us to the bedroom. I'm lying on my back, in the bed, with Nick standing above me. He's facing away from me with his feet planted on either side of my shoulders.

Nick brings his fat rump down, stopping when it's within a foot of my face.

“Oh Trev, how could you shoot without me? Looks like Daddy Nick has another naughty boy to punish.” Nick teases, before sitting down, sealing my face in between his Roger-feed cakes. 

An ominous gurgling comes from Nick’s guts. “Oh did you hear that, baby. That sure as hell isn’t Santa coming down my chimney. Krampus is gonna want to take notes on what I'm about to do to you… HGH”

RRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP

A 15 second fart thunders out of Nick’s ass, vibrating his cheeks and my entire face. It stinks of digested meat and garlic; it has me gagging. 

“Haha, Trevor this is punishment, you shouldn't be enjoying this. I guess this means Daddy Nick needs to kick things up a notch.” Nick warns before he starts grunting and straining. 

FFFFFFFFFFVVVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUURRRRRRR

BBBBBBBBBDDDDDDDDDDHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT

PPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFFDDDDDDD

MMMMMMMMMLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAABBBBBBB

WWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM

Nick unleashes a hellish barrage of long, lethal farts, while seated on my face. The smell is inhuman. I don’t know how long I last, but I pass out again, smiling. 

LATER

I'm still in bed when I awaken. There’s no Nick but the room stinks of his butt fumes. I get up to go find him. As I walk around I notice that the entire place reeks of his farts, not just the bedroom. I'm already hardening.

I find Nick in the kitchen, looking through the fridge. He’s only in those red underwear, showing off his ample buns. 

It doesn’t seem like he’s noticed me yet, so I decide to sneak up and give his ass a little slap. 

When I’m closing in on him, a chair at the kitchen table slides out, by itself, and heads towards me. It bumps into the back of my knees making me fall and sit on it. With me on it, it slides forward, heading straight for Nick.

While still looking in the fridge, Nick widens his stance and arches his back. My face crashes straight into his pillowy backside.

“Baby, I’m made of Christmas magic, so I know when you're sleeping and when you're awake. You can never get the drop on me. But I'm about to drop this, on you… GGH”

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAABBBBBBBB

Nick rips a quack-sounding fart right in my face. It smells like rotten eggs, and has me coughing.

Out of instinct, I try to pull away. Nick grabs the back of my head, keeping my face in his ass.

“Not so fast Trev, this is what you get for trying to be slick… FGH”

RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHHHDDDDDDDDD

“Ah, Trevor, you were being very naughty. You deserve another nose-full of punishment… FGH”

BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLL-PPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT

Nick sighs in relief before he starts rubbing his ass up and down, and left to right, all over my face, grinding his butt stink into my pores. 

Nick spins around and stands me up in front of him, smirking in accomplishment. He then pulls me into a steamy, open-mouthed kiss.

I hear a bubbling noise coming from Nick’s stomach. It then travels up his throat. As we continue to kiss, I feel his lips smirking. He grabs the back of my neck so I can’t get away.

BBBUUURRRPPP

Nick belches into my mouth as we kiss, inflating my cheeks. The noxious smell and taste assaults my senses. Nick pulls his mouth from mine, shooting me an impish grin. He then purses his lips before blowing the last of his residual gas up my nose.

“That was the hottest kiss I’ve ever had.”

“Good, because I'll be doing that to you a lot, but not nearly as much as this." Nick swivels his hips, pressing his ass against my side and farts.

No one’s ever been this good to me. Without thinking, I blurt out a truth I’ve come to realize in only a few short hours. “Nick, I love you.” I declare.

Nick beams at me. “I love you too, Trevor. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making your everyday happier than the last.”

This is insane. I’ve only known him for a few hours, but that doesn’t change how I feel.

Nick's smile turns mischievous letting me know he’s about to fart on me. “To show my love, I got you a very special Christmas gift.” As usual, Nick vanishes.

A heavy thud comes from behind me. I whirl around and gasp. A 30 foot tall Nick is on his hands and knees, facing away from me. He can barely fit in the cabin.

His caramel, SUV-sized globes dominate my entire view. His cheeks are parted, revealing his man-eating hole. His potent butt musk quickly spreads throughout the cabin.

Nick’s deep voice reverberates throughout the entire cabin. “Get on in there Trevor, and find your Christmas gift.” He orders.

Nick’s gigantic ass starts backing up. Even if I wanted to get away, which I don’t, I’m stuck with my back against the kitchen counter. 

My whole body is easily swallowed up by his chasm-like ass crack. I’m in complete darkness, held tightly in between his massive fleshy moons. Nick’s continuously flexing his cheeks, somehow making me sink in deeper. 

I finally feel my face pressing against his huge pucker that’s bigger than my head.

“I feel you found your Christmas gift. Trust me, It’s gonna take your breath away.” I both hear and feel Nick's words.

Nick’s hole opens wide and stretches forward, devouring my entire head. At first I’m scared that I'm about to follow Roger's fate, but Nick's pucker stops around my neck, making an impromptu collar. 

“Mmm, that’s it, love”

PPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAATTTTTTT

“Try and breath”

BBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMM

“Keep on fighting”

RRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDD

“It won’t do you any good”

PPPPPPPPPPPGGGGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUBBBBBB

“My asshole owns you… NGH” 

FFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPP

With my head sealed inside his hole, I’m bombarded by his grizzly farts, straight from the source. Each one, more intense than the last. The stench of sulfur and digested meat poisoning my lungs.

Suddenly his sphincter relaxes, letting me go. “What the hell do you want?” Nick sounds annoyed. 

At first I think he’s mad at me, but then I hear Gavin’s voice. I can’t see him with Giant Nick, and his beautiful behemoth-of-a-booty, in the way.

“I told you to wait in the damn car! It's only been a few hours!” Nick chastises him.

“I-I’m sorry Master but can you please hear me out? Please make me a part of your godly ass like Roger. I want your butt and farts to be my entire world. Please Master, let me make your ass even bigger.” Gavin begs.

The thought of the two people who hurt me, becoming part of Nick’s ass, forever, is pretty hot. Morbid but hot.

“Oh, it seems like my boo’s into it. So my answer is yes. Heh, and don’t worry fart-slut, I’ll give you what you want before I turn you into living ass fat.”

Giant Nick vanishes. I’m starting to get used to that. Gavin’s standing across from me, just outside the kitchen. He looks awful; like an addict going through withdrawal. 

Nick’s disembodied voice comes from all around the room. “You know, you should be more careful where you step, fart-slut”

We both look down at Gavin’s feet, just as the floor beneath him starts to ripple like water. A large, wrinkly, circular surface forms under Gavin’s feet. My eyes widen and I get hard, realizing it’s Nick’s giant asshole.

As soon as I make the connection- SCHLORP. Gavin’s feet are slurped into Nick’s hole.

The cabin fills with Nick’s dark laughter. “You’re in for a fast and smelly descent, fart-slut. You belong to Daddy Nick now, hehe” 

A powerful tug pulls several more inches of Gavin into Nick’s hole, and it is accompanied with a loud but short poot. This process repeats as more and more of Gavin is claimed by Nick’s hole .

PPFFTT, SCHLORP

RRWWBB, SCHLORP

MMMVVFF, SCHLORP

TTAAAMMM, SCHLORP

Gavin's in the way, but it doesn’t stop Nick’s fumes from poisoning the air around me. It stinks of raw sewage.

Gavin's eyes are closed and he looks to be in complete ecstasy as Nick’s hole claims him. I’m no better as I palm myself through my sweats, enraptured by the scene.

In under a minute, Gavin’s head is all that remains outside of Nick’s hole. 

Suddenly, a look of dread washes over Gavin’s face. “No! No Please! I don’t wanna be trapped in your ass forever! PLEASE!” Gavin cries out.

That outburst actually startles me. Nick must have set his mind back to normal. 

Gavin’s panicked eyes find mine. “Please! I’m sorry for sleeping with Roger. I’m sorry for everything. Just please make him stop!”

I shamelessly keep fondling myself, unmoved by his words. Gavin closes his eyes, looking completely defeated.

Nick cruelly laughs, “Hehe, welcome to the naughty list, Gavin. Be a good boy for once and sink into Daddy Nick’s toxic wonderland.” With that, Gavin’s entire head pops into Nick’s hole; Gavin is gone.

Nick’s giant pucker, that’s fused into the floor, twitches before…

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPTTTTTTTT

A geyser of butt fumes explodes out of his hole, making the entire cabin shake. Along with it, Gavin’s brown jacket is blasted out. The entire kitchen is enveloped in his eggy stench. It has me leaking and my eyes watering.

The floor ripples back to normal before Nick rises out of the ground. He’s not as big as before, but he's way above normal at 12 feet tall. 

Nick starts backing up, towards me. My face, on level with his butt. He stops when his butt’s within a foot of my face.

Nick’s fat, caramel ass grows again, ballooning right before my eyes. 

Nick pushes his ass out, bringing it even closer to my face. I hear Nick straining and muttering to himself. “Now you get over there… And you get over there… No, you’ve got no choice. All you are now is ass-padding for my boo to love on.”

Nick smirks down at me, over his shoulder. “Hey babe, check out my booty’s new tenants.”

Nick's ample mounds start to jiggle by themselves. I gasp as the indent of two faces presses out of each of his blubbery globes. Gavin is on the right and Roger is on the left. Their faces are etched with misery. It looks like they’re screaming but I can't hear them.

"That’s enough freedom for you two. Get back in there, ass-fat.” Nick lifts his cheeks in his hands, then releases them, letting them bounce for several seconds. Thanks to that action, their faces sink back into his ass. 

Nick leans forward and spreads his ass-boulders. “Damn baby, these naughty guys make me so gassy… UGH” 

BBBBBBBWWWWWWWW-RRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP-HHHHHHHHFFFFFF

Nick rips a string of trumpeting farts in my face. I eagerly huff up his putrid vapors as I feel up his ass-slabs. 

Sadly, Nick’s ass leaves my face as he starts to shrink down to his normal height. I’m thinking the fun is over, but it’s not.

Not sure if it's by magic or if Nick’s just that fast, but I’m suddenly lying on my back on the kitchen floor. Nick gets on his knees, straddling my chest, with his ass eclipsing my face. Damn his butt’s definitely gotten bigger. In the beginning his cheeks were big as melons, then they were big as basketballs, and now they’re the size of beach balls.

Nick starts to seductively sway his hips, making his meaty globes bounce and clap against each other, from left to right. Nick continues to do this as he teases me. 

“Do you like what you see, baby? I bet you’re dying for me to sit on your face and smother you with my even fatter ass.” He gives his ass a smack making his blubbery moons jiggle.

“And this ass you love is only gonna get bigger. Anyone dumb enough to bother you is gonna get turned into more fat on my godly ass. I’m gonna make you watch and then I’m gonna sit on your face afterwards. You’re gonna feel how heavier my ass gets, everytime.”

WHAM!

Nick slams down his humongous rear, enveloping my face in between his bulbous cheeks. Nick grinds his sweaty hole all over my face, chuckling as I struggle beneath him. 

“Heh, merry Christmas, love. Let my godly ass and farts suffocate you.”

FFFFFFFFDDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

MMMMMMHHHHHHHHBBBBBBTTTTTTTT

RRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFF

Nick obliterates my nose with a seemingly endless parade of thunderous farts. The hellish stench overwhelms me, knocking me out again.

LATER

Ppsssshhh

A raunchy, familiar stench starts me awake. I’m sitting on the couch with Nick standing in front of me. He’s bent over at the waist with his cheeks spread. Nick grunts and my nose is met with another putrid sbd.

Nick sighs in relief. He reaches back and wafts the stench towards me. “Ah, eat your heart out, smelling salt.” Nick teases.

“Damn, your ass has gotten so much bigger.” I marvel at it.

“Haha, it sure has. And I got a feeling that my glorious booty will continue to grow.” He shakes his plump ass, showing off its gains.

“Oh, the first prisoners of my booty wanted to tell you something important.”

Nick grabs the back of my head, stuffs my face into his crack, and farts.

RRRRRRFFFFFFFFOOOOOOPPPPPPP

Nick pulls my face back out, and smirks down at me, over his shoulder. 

“Man, that was amazing.” I state, dreamily.

Nick’s smirk broadens into a wolfish grin. “Oh yeah? What about this?” After saying this, of course he vanishes.

I yelp as the cabin starts to shake and cracks start to form on the upper walls. The roof is suddenly ripped off. I stare in awe at the 50 foot tall Nick, peering down at me, with a toothy grin. 

“I know you’ve been wanting me to fart on you as a giant again. Well buckle up Trevor, you've found yourself in the eye of a methane hurricane.”

Nick turns around, blocking out the entire sky with his mountainous, brown moons. 

I feel both excited and nervous as I watch his giant pucker, slowly open.

RRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

A 30 second torrent of green-tinted gas, erupts out of his hole. It hits my entire body, pinning me on the couch. The stench of raw sewage and spice fills my lungs and sets them on fire. His fart has me crying and coughing, and I love it.  

Next thing I know, the cabin’s fixed and Nick and I are both dressed. He picks me up, bridal style, and heads for the door. “Let's go home, Trevor, and start the first day of the rest of our lives”

I don't know what I'm in store for when I leave this cabin, but I do know that with Nick by my side everything will be perfect. “Take us home, Nick.”

ONE YEAR LATER

Turns out, having a god-like lover makes life a whole lot better. I immediately move in with Nick, who lives in a mansion. He’s an insanely successful and wealthy investor. 

Nick’s so rich that I quit my job. But I’m pretty busy thanks to Nick who mostly works from home. He takes a lot of calls and has plenty of video meetings. During these, he uses my face as a fart cushion. It's my duty to muffle his farts and make sure he doesn't have to smell them. 

And whenever we’re not in the same room, every 15 minutes he will come and find me to fart on me. 

Nick’s ass has definitely gotten bigger over the past year. When we’re out and someone disrespects me, he'll lure them into a secluded area. Nick will return, alone, with an obviously fatter ass. And later that night, I’ll spend hours and hours beneath it. 

It’s been an entire year of bliss thanks to Nick. I'm grateful to my late father for teaching me to be a kind person. I continue to try and be a good man.

It's Christmas eve and I'm in the kitchen, on my phone, with my mom. I was just watching a Christmas movie with Nick on the couch.

I roll my eyes, "Yes mom, I'll be there tomorrow, with Nick. I'm starting to think you love him more than me."

My friends and family adore Nick.  

Speaking of, Nick steps into the kitchen doorway, completely naked, shooting me an impish grin. I quickly end the call with my mom and point at Nick, "No Nick, we're watching a movie."

Still grinning, Nick wordlessly turns around, showing off his dump-truck of an ass. It's so big now that it almost looks photoshopped.

I then notice something new. Three words are tattooed on his lower back, just above his ass.

'IN YOU GO'

Nick's bubble butt starts to suddenly grow, rapidly. It grows bigger by the second, swelling in all directions. Its growth is accompanied by what sounds like a balloon being filled with helium.

I see Nick grinning back at me for a few moments before the top of his hillside mounds blocks him from view. And it continues to grow.

It's like a caramel blob is overflowing the entire kitchen. The refrigerator, stove, and most of the floor is buried beneath his gelatinous, still-growing, fat globes.

I'm trapped in the corner, blocked off by an inescapable, ceiling-to-floor wall of ass fat.

"But Nick, the movie." I weakly try.

"Here's what happens babe: the leading man shoves his love interest into his fat ass, and farts on her all through Christmas eve, haha. Why watch it when you can live it."

Nick's ass grows a sizable amount more, in an instant, pinning me in between his valley-like ass crack and the wall. Through the thousands of pounds of ass meat, I can hear Nick grunting and straining.

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Smell of the rear admiral

Roland and I have been dating for several months now and tonight he’s introducing me to his group of friends. They’re having a small party at one of their houses while watching the game.

I need to ensure that they like me because I really like Roland. Roland’s funny, romantic, and not to sound superficial but he’s incredibly hot. He's muscular from wrestling in high-school and college. He has a big, long, fuzzy beard that gives him bad boy vibes. And the best thing of all is his ass. Roland’s ass is the definition of bubble butt. Each of his butt cheeks are bigger than my head and are about the size of a watermelon. 

Roland knows he has a bubble butt and flaunts it by always wearing form fitting slacks that accentuate its size. Tonight he’s showing-off in a pair of snug blue jeans. As he walks ahead of me to the front door, I can’t help but stare at his fat globes jiggling with every step. 

After knocking on the door, we’re let inside and I meet his three friends: Dylan, Zack, and Kyle. They’re pretty cool and welcome me.

I quickly hit it off with Kyle since we’re both in the same profession.  

Kyle and I are talking on the couch when he asks something that confuses me. 

He looks at me curiously. “So, since you’re with the Rear Admiral, I guess he blasts you with a lot of torpedoes, huh?”

My brow furrows, “Rear Admiral?”

Kyle nods his head towards Roland who’s in the kitchen, laughing with Zack and Dylan. “Yeah, that’s Roland's nickname. You know, because of his torpedoes.”

I’m so confused, “Wait, Roland was never in the navy, why’s he called the Rear Admiral? And what do torpedoes have to do with anything?”

Kyle’s now looking as confused as me. 

“Kyle, he doesn’t know anything about the Rear Admiral yet because I didn’t want to scare him off. But I guess, because of you, I might as well fill him in.” Roland tells Kyle as he walks up to us.

“Davis, I’m nicknamed the Rear Admiral because I usually say ‘launching torpedoes’ when I fart.” Roland stops in front of a sitting Kyle.

“Kyle, since you’re such a blabbermouth, you’ll be part of my demonstration.” 

Before Kyle can do anything, Roland wheels around, presenting his jean-clad bubble butt right in Kyle’s face.

Roland cocks his right leg slightly and says, “Launching torpedoes… NGH”

FFFFFFFRRRRRRRBBBBBBTTTTTTT

My jaw drops as Roland rips a trumpeting, 5 second fart in Kyle’s face. It has Kyle coughing and I can smell why. I wince as the stench of digested meat and garlic flows up my nose.

Roland sighs in relief, and wafts his fart towards Kyle. “Ah, and that’s why I’m the Rear Admiral.” He tells me with a cocky grin.

Dylan and Zack are standing in the entrance to the kitchen, laughing at Kyle. 

Roland’s eyes lock on them. “Oh, you two shouldn’t be laughing. The Rear Admiral is going to war with you two too.”

Roland runs over to them, making them both go quiet. When he’s a foot in front of them, he spins around and bends over at the waist, aiming his bulbous rump at the two. He cocks his hip, pointing his ass solely at Zack.

“Launching torpedoes… HGH”

BBBBBBBBFFFFFFWWWWWWWHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPP

Roland pushes out a long, growling fart that lasts 12 seconds. Half way through, Roland swivels his hips, unloading the second half of his lengthy fart on Dylan. 

They’re both coughing and fanning the air in front of them.

Roland laughs with a mischievous grin, as he peers back at the two. “Don’t think you’re out of the woods yet gentlemen. The Rear Admiral will be launching torpedoes in both of your faces very soon, hehe.”

I’m slack-jawed by Roland’s farting onslaught. Since we’ve been dating, Roland’s never even farted in front of me once. 

Once Kyle catches his breath, he says, “Yeah , that’s the Rear Admiral we both fear and love. Damn, he must really like you if he hasn't torpedoed you yet.” Kyle comments.

All through the game, Roland keeps farting on everyone. I’m the only one spared from his gassy massacre. He can’t go more than two minutes without launching a torpedo at one of them.

When Kyle drops the bowl of chips on the floor he crouches down to pick up the mess; noticing this, Roland dashes over. He spins around and presses the seat of his pants against the back of Kyle’s head.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMTTTTTTTT

Dylan, who’s sitting next to Roland, yawns. In a flash, Roland stands up, swivels his hips, and bends over at the waist, aiming his jean-clad bum at Dylan’s open mouth.

FFFFFFRRRRRRRROOOOOOOBBBBBBBBB

Like Roland, Zack wrestled in high school and college too. During halftime, the two suddenly start wrestling on the floor. After a few seconds, Roland has Zack pinned to the ground. But more importantly, his bubbly butt is sitting on Zack's face.

RRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFF

During the entire game, Roland astounds me by farting well over 100 times. He farts in each of his friends’ faces at least 50 times. 

As the game wraps up, I learn that Roland’s also a sore loser. Roland was rooting for the away team while the others were rooting for the home. I’m not really into sports so I’m not rooting for anyone.

 The home team wins in the end causing Dylan, Zack, and Kyle to cheer. Not liking that, Roland stands. “Oh you guys wanna cheer? The Rear Admiral has something for you to cheer for.”

PPPPPtststsstststststsss-FFFFFFFtstststststsss-RRRRRRRRtstststststsss

Roland walks past the three, sitting on the couch, and rips a long, greasy, sputtering fart in their faces, crop-dusting them. His fart has them all nearly dry-heaving. The eggy stench reaches me, across the room, and has my eyes burning. I can’t believe Roland can fart like this.

Since the game is over we all start to leave. It's Zack’s place so he sees us out. I step out first with Roland right behind me. Roland pauses in the doorway, with his three friends right behind him. 

Roland smirks back at his friends, over his shoulder, and says, “We had a fun night guys, let me show you my thanks. Launching torpedoes… GGH”

MMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT

Roland cocks his leg and farts on his three friends who are only a few feet behind him. The three are immediately coughing and gagging on the fart cloud Roland covered them with.

Roland takes my hand in his and steers us to his car all while laughing his ass off.

We get in his car and head back to Roland’s place; I usually spend the weekends there with him. We drive in comfortable silence but I’m also in deep thought. 

Roland’s gassy Rear Admiral persona is a shock to me. Seeing this new side of Roland has me nervous. From what I witnessed tonight,  he loves to fart on people he’s really close to. Yet we’ve been together for nearly a year and he’s never even farted in front of me. And tonight, even though he brought out the Rear Admiral, not once did he launch a torpedo at me. What the hell? Am I seriously bummed that my boyfriend hasn’t farted on me yet? 

We arrive at Roland’s place and decide to watch a movie. We get into lounging wear, and cuddle on the couch with Roland’s arm wrapped around my shoulders.

As the movie begins I decide to speak up. “So about the Rear Admiral?” I start.

Roland winces, “Yeah, about that, I’m sorry. I hope it didn’t gross you out too much. I hope this isn’t a deal-breaker for our relationship.”

I shake my head, “No Roland, I really care about you, but it has more to do about how you feel about me. It seems like you fart on people you care about but you’ve never farted on me. Should I be worried?”

Roland arches an eyebrow. “Davis, I have strong feelings for you. I’ve never farted on you because I don’t want to chase you away like I did my other boyfriends. You're very special to me. Wait, do you want me to fart on you?”

I blush and give a little nod. “Well yeah, I want to be with the real you, and the real you loves farting on people he cares about. So let me have it, I can take it. I used to live in a frat you know.” 

Roland gives a confused laugh, “Heh, well okay, you asked for it. If you want me to launch some torpedoes in your face then here you go.”

Roland gets up and then stands in front of me, with his bubble butt right in my face. He bends over at the waist, sticking his ass out, getting it even closer to my face. My view is dominated by his huge rump that's stretching out the seat of his blue basketball shorts. 

Roland’s hand shoots back and grabs the top of my head before pulling my face into his ass. Everything goes dark as my face is smothered in his pillwoy cakes and my nose is nestled in his crack.

“The Rear Admiral wants to make your first torpedo one you’ll never forget.” Roland says as he wiggles his ass, sinking my nose deeper into his crack.

“Nggh… Launching torpedoes… UGH”

BBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Roland rips a 10 second, trumpeting fart, point-blank in my face. It’s so strong that it has his meaty globes and my face shaking. 

It reeks of rotten eggs and onions. Roland lets my head go and I pull my face away from his ass, coughing and gagging. 

Roland looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a cautious expression. 

I give him a smile even though my eyes are watering. “See, I told you I could take it.” I tell him truthfully.

Roland looks both happy and relieved. “Thanks Davis, it's freeing that I can finally fart on you and know that it won’t chase you away.”

A devilish glint flashes in Roland’s eyes. “You know, this is a door that can never be re-closed. I’m gonna be farting on you a lot so you better get used to it.”

“Bring it on.” I challenge him.

“Ha, you're the best, babe.” With Roland’s butt still in my face, he hikes up his right leg and farts. Bbbffffftttttt

It's a small, 3 second, eggy fart that makes me gag. 

Roland sits back down, next to me, looking content. 

A few minutes later, while the main characters are still getting introduced in the movie, Roland says, “Hey how about some popcorn?”

I nod and say ‘sure’.

In my peripheral vision I see Roland stand but he doesn’t walk away. I turn my face and my eyes go wide.

Roland’s standing up but he’s arching his back, jutting his ample backside towards my face. Roland pulls up his shorts, giving himself a wedgie, making the seam of them disappear into his crack.

He looks back at me and winks. “Launching torpedoes… GGH”

RRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPMMMMMMM

Roland rips a thunderous fart right in my face that’s powerful enough to blow back my hair and dry out my eyes. I’m a coughing mess as he covers me in his butt vapors that stink of rotten fish and sulfur. 

Roland sighs in relief before laughing, “Ah, haha, you gotta always be prepared babe, the Rear Admiral's always ready to strike.” Roland taunts before heading towards the kitchen.

To show-off, Roland rips a short-but-loud poot with every step.

I’m both scared and impressed by Roland’s gassy talent. And if I'm being honest, the bully-like attitude he demonstrated with his friends, and to a lesser extent now, is kinda hot.

Roland returns, sitting back down and placing the bowl of popcorn in my lap.

“Thanks” I say but Roland holds up a finger and says, “Shh, listen.” Roland contorts his face and…

FFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDBBBBBBBBBBBBB

Roland unleashes a beastly fart into the couch cushion that lasts 45 seconds. It has the entire couch rumbling.

Once it ends, Roland’s red-faced and panting. “Damn, I’ve been trying to work that torpedo out since I left for the kitchen. Was hoping to light your face up with that puppy when I returned, but it still wasn’t ready. Oh well, I can still make you smell it.”

Roland leans away from me, exposing the seat of his shorts, and starts wafting his fumes my way. I almost want to puke as the atrocious stench hits me. It reeks of raw sewage and rotten meat.

“Fuck, that’s really bad Roland.” I cry as I cover my mouth and nose with the collar of my shirt, making Roland snicker.

“I ain't called the Rear Admiral for nothing. And a word to the wise: as of yet there isn’t a way to escape my stinky torpedoes. That includes trying to block it with your shirt. Here let me show you.”

Before I can stop him, Roland gets up and presses his bulbous ass against my chest and farts.

I groan and pull down the collar of my shirt as his noxious butt air infiltrates it.

Finally we get back into the movie. However, I notice something strange. Even though Roland suggested the popcorn, I’m the only one eating it.

Roland leans in and whispers in my ear, “I’m glad you like the popcorn. To give it more flavor I farted on it. I’ll be sure to fart on more of your food in the future since you like it so much.” 

I pause bringing another defiled popcorn kernel to my open mouth.

Roland grins wickedly. "You're lucky you didn't eat the nachos at Zack's. I farted on that when no one was watching."

I look at Roland as I eat another piece of popcorn, surprising him. “Roland, I’m the youngest out of my brothers and cousins. I’ve been farted on so much, you wouldn’t believe. You can ‘torpedo’ me all you want; I don’t care.”

I’m a bit shocked by the look of pure joy on Roland’s face. He gives me a peck on the lips. “You’re perfect for me, Davis. Never thought I’d meet someone who’d be fine with how I show my affection. I was the eldest brother in a house full of men and I always showed my love by farting on them. And now I get to spray you with my skunky love too.” Roland teases but then he looks nervous after realizing what he just implied.

With a smile, I place my hand on his knee and give him a kiss. “I love you too, Roland.” I confess, making Roland blush.

The mischievous look returns to Roland’s face. “Since we’re expressing our feelings, then by all means, have more of my torpedoes of love.”

Roland stands up, bends over at the waist, and points his bum at my face. Roland bounces his bubble butt and accompanies each bounce with an airy poot in my face.

Bounce PPPFFFHHHTTTT

Bounce RRRWWWOOOPPP

Bounce  FFFLLLLAAARRRR

Bounce BBBBMMMMHHHPPP

I’m coughing after getting several nosefuls of Roland’s signature butt musk that I’ve become very familiar with over a short amount of time. 

Roland sighs in relief as he reaches back and wafts his lingering vapors towards my face.

“Ah, have some of that.” He teases.

“Jeez Roland, what did you eat? You’ve farted well over 100 times in only a few hours. What’s got you so gassy today?” I ask, thoroughly impressed by Roland’s farting prowess.

“Haha, oh I’m always gassy, babe. It’s been such a struggle hiding it from you. But now the Rear Admiral can step into the light. Now I can launch torpedoes at you as much as I want, and that’s just what I’m gonna do.” 

Roland laughs as he climbs on top of me. He plants his feet onto the couch, bracketing my thighs, and then sits his titanic ass on my lap.

I laugh as I try to escape, amused by Roland's stinky playfulness. “Haha, nu-uh, you ain’t escaping this. The Rear Admiral is declaring war on your clean-smelling body… HGGH”

The Rear Admiral proceeds to fart a trail up my body.

On my lap.

FFFFFWWWWWOOOOOOBBBBBB

On my stomach.

RRRRRRRTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHPPPPPP

On my chest.

BBBBBBBMMMMMMMMRRRRRRFFFFFF

On my neck.

DDDDDDDBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT

Roland brings his meaty cakes within inches of my face. My hands are on the back of his thighs trying to resist him. Roland has over 50 pounds of muscle over me, so with little effort he thrusts his hips back, smothering my face in his shorts-clad, fleshy mounds. 

It’s muffled by his ass-fat but I hear Roland strain out. “GHH… Get a whiff of this smelly action baby, launching torpedoes… UGH”

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP

Roland annihilates me with a roaring, 30 second fart, point-blank in my face. He remains on my face the entire time, making sure I huff up every ounce of his putrid fart. It stinks of raw sewage and cabbage. It puts me in a coughing fit and has a few tears streaming down my face.

Once it's over, Roland stays seated on my face while wiggling, grinding his butt stench into my pores. “Heh, not so fast, Davis. Let's let that bad boy marinate.” 

After a couple of seconds, he gets off my face. I’m a wreck; I’m coughing and gasping for fresh air.

Roland sits back down next to me with a shit-eating grin. 

Throughout the whole movie, Roland keeps farting on me. I've lost track of how many times he has but it's well over 75 as we reach the halfpoint of the movie.

Roland suddenly grabs the back of my head and forces me into his crotch. I feel his hardening girth growing against my face. If he's wanting a bj, I'm in.

Roland has other ideas. “Sorry babe, I’ll be feeding you my sausage later, but for now I’ve got something eggy for you to swallow.” 

He lifts up, arching his hips. Now my nose and mouth are pressed against his warm, shorts-covered taint. 

“Launching torpedoes… UGH”

BBBBBBBFFFFFFFF-MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRR-WWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTT

Roland rips 3 back-to-back, trumpeting farts that echo down my gullet and singe away my nose hairs. I can both taste and smell his sulfuric fumes.

I try to pull my head away but Roland keeps my face where it is, laughing.

“Haha, hold on babe, I want to prove to you that you’re always safe with me. Your boyfriend’s always armed and dangerous. The Rear Admiral’s always ready to launch torpedoes at any possible threat… FGH”

FFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPP

Roland rips a long, raunchy 40 second fart into my mouth, forcing me to swallow his putrid ass gas.

He frees me and I pull away, dry-heaving on his fumes. “How do you still have gas after farting so much?” I complain. 

With a smirk, Roland shrugs. “It’s a gift. Speaking of which, here’s a gift from me to you, before I head to the bathroom. It's your favorite.”

Roland slowly stands up. As he does, he has his butt aimed towards me and lets out a chain of short poots, coating me in an eggy fart cloud. It sounds like a machine gun.

Roland walks away, laughing as I cough on his butt stink. Just before exiting the room, he pauses and raises his right leg.

PPPPPPRRRRRRRFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

He rips a 6 second fart. He sighs in relief and then disappears around the corner. The room’s already thick with Roland’s farts, but that one definitely makes itself known to my nose. Even though it came from all the way across the room.

My oldest brother, Joe, is always farting on me and my other brothers. He always brags about how he can out-fart anyone. I can’t wait to introduce Joe to Roland. Joe’s gassy but he’s nowhere near Roland’s league. The Rear Admiral’s gonna eat him alive.

Roland returns as the climax of the movie is beginning. He goes to sit back down next to me, but at the last second he surprises me by getting up on the couch. Once again he’s standing on the couch with his feet planted on either side of my thighs.

Roland widens his stance and bends at the knees, aligning my face with his thick bum. He then arches his back, bringing his melon-sized globes within inches of my face.

Roland reaches back and pulls down the back of his shorts, freeing his blubbery mounds. His meaty moons pour out of their confines and wobble freely in front of my face.  

I know Roland’s about to fart, but It's hot too see his big, bare ass right in my face. To make it hotter, Roland places his hands on his knees and starts twerking, right in my face.

So enthralled, my mouth falls open, which is a huge mistake on my part.

PPPPPPFFFFFFFuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAbbbbbbbddddddddddddWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHtstststststsss

Roland pushes out a long, bubbly fart in my face as he keeps twerking. His fart is constantly changing pitch and tone as his fat cheeks bounce and clap against each other.

His hellish ass wind flows up my nose and into my open mouth, making me retch and my eyes water. 

As his fart comes to a wet, gurgling end, I try to push Roland’s ass away but he doesn’t move. Instead he snickers as he bears down, lodging my nose in between his cheeks. He then starts bobbing his ass up and down, wiping my nose through his crack.

“Ah, must have been the sexiest torpedo known to man, am I right?” Roland teases as he continues to wipe his sweaty crack with my nose. I try to move my nose away but Roland follows it with his ass, keeping it lodged in his crack, all while laughing.

I laugh and groan at his gross and dickish antics.

Movie seemingly forgotten, Roland hops off the couch and faces me before completely tossing his shorts, revealing his fully hard 7.5 inches.

Roland picks me up and slings me onto his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.

My vision is dominated by Roland’s naked bubble butt as it flexes and jiggles as he carries me out of the room.

“Ha, what about the movie?” I ask, laughing.

“Movie time is over. We’re going to my bedroom; I’m horny. And you shouldn't be speaking right now, it's quite dangerous.”

“Wh-” PPPBBBRRR

I try to ask and I’m rewarded with an eggy poot into my open mouth, that puts me in a coughing fit. Roland chuckles and continues to crop-dust my upside down face as he walks. Every couple of steps he rips another beefy poot point-blank in my face. BBBWWWTT-FFFHHHMMM-RRRLLLFFF

We reach Roland’s bedroom and he puts me back on my feet, in front of him.

Still naked, Roland takes a few steps back and with a lopsided grin, he gets into his wrestling stance. 

Wrestling is a foreplay that we both really enjoy. We both love how Roland easily manhandles me thanks to his muscles and experience. But he never really hurts me.

“Come on babe, let's rassle.” Roland says, putting a southern twang on the word ‘wrestle’. “But let's make a little wager.” Roland adds.

I raise an eyebrow at him. “That ain’t fair, we both know I stand no chance of beating you.” 

“Heh, you don’t have to beat me. But if I pin you in 10 seconds or less, I win; any longer then you win.”

“What’s the wager?” I ask.

Roland smiles like the cat who swallowed the canary. “If I win, from now on, whenever we sleep together, I can dutch oven you as much as I want and you can’t get mad or kick me out of the bed. But if you win, you get… uh, I don’t know. What do ya want?”

I don’t even hesitate. “When I introduce you to my older brother Joe I want you to challenge him to a farting contest and completely demolish him. And after that, whenever we meet up I want you to fart on him at least once.”

Roland whistles, “Damn, you must not like your older brother much if you're siccing the Rear Admiral on him.”

I shake my head, “No, I love Joe, but he thinks he’s the gassiest person alive. I think the Rear Admiral should humble him.” I say, making Roland laugh.

“Haha, alright we got ourselves a deal.”

I mirror Roland’s stance. All I’ve got to do is last longer than ten seconds, I can do this.

Roland grins devilishly. “Ready. Set. GO!”

I never stood a chance. Roland takes me down in three seconds flat. In one second he gets me to the ground. In the next second he falls on top of me. And in the third second he straddles my shoulders backwards; pinning my shoulders to the ground and lording his naked, voluptuous booty above my face.

“I win” Roland sing-songs. 

I groan realizing what I’ve truly lost. “Damn, I’m never going to sleep with fresh air after this, am I?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Roland snickers, his blubbery mounds wobbling over my face from his laughter. “Ha, nope you’re not. And to be honest, there was no need to take my bet. I already had planned to blow-out your older brother in a farting contest. And I don’t plan on just farting on him whenever I see him. No, all your brothers will be gifted with my butt torpedoes whenever we come in contact. I’ll be sure to let them know that you’re to thank for that, hehe.”

“Speaking of torpedoes, I think a few are targeting your face at the moment.” Roland reaches back and spreads his cheeks, giving me a glimpse of his asshole surrounded by a thatch of dark blonde fur.

I struggle beneath Roland, to no avail. “What’re you doing, Roland? This wasn’t part of the deal.” I cry, unable to keep the fear out of my voice.

“Babe, you’re in front of the Rear Admiral’s weaponry, and you know he’s trigger-happy. You should’ve expected this.” With that, Roland sits down, enveloping my face in between his bubbly globes. Roland’s doughy cheeks pour over the sides of my face, making contact with the wooden floor, completely isolating my entire head from the outside world.

Roland then starts swiveling his ass, making my face somehow sink deeper into his cavernous butt crack.

Roland gives a happy grunt when the tip of my nose pokes his pucker.

“Hang on Davis, you’re in for a bumpy ride. Launching torpedoes… HGGH”

I feel Roland’s butthole open and push out against my nose.

“Open that nose Davis because the Rear Admiral's about to sink your battleship” “Ah, that felt good. How’s it smell, honey?” “Hope you’re still alive down there because the Rear Admiral’s assault is just getting started.” “That’s it, struggle for me baby.” “I love farting on resisting prey.” “But know this sweetie, there's no escaping the Rear Admiral's smelly booty.” “Whoa, that was a bad one. I hope you still love me baby." "I’m sure your nose doesn’t”

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Roland unloads a plethora of thunderous farts onto my face. With my face trapped in his ass, I’m forced to only breathe in his noxious fumes that have me coughing and my eyes watering. After all this farting, Roland’s tank still isn’t empty. I hear an ominous gurgling noise coming from Roland’s guts.

“Davis, you should know that when I dutch-oven someone I don’t just simply trap them under the covers. No, I also wedge their faces into my nasty ass so they can take the full brunt of my butt torpedoes. But that’s for later, right now you should be more worried about the massive bomb that the Rear Admiral’s about to drop on ya. See you on the other side. RGH… Launching torpedoes… NGH”

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Roland rips a 2 minute long, titan-of-a-fart, right in my face. A hurricane of his butt wind that stinks of digested meat and rotten eggs, ravages my nose and lungs. I've never smelled anything so vile. It’s too overwhelming; I can’t stop myself from passing out.

As I come to, I find it difficult to breathe. I’m laying on my side and my face is wedged in between two heavy objects. Any air I can breathe has a both familiar and nasty stink to it. In horror, I realize I’m in Roland’s bed with my face stuck in his ass. I'm in his dutch-oven!

I try to wiggle my face out of his ass, but Roland’s strong legs are wrapped back, around my shoulders, keeping me in place. 

Roland must've been asleep because I hear him yawning. My struggling woke him up.

Suddenly, Roland’s huge ass-slabs flex, making my head feel like it’s in a vice-grip.

“Mmm, good, you’re finally awake. I’ve been waiting to dutch-oven you for hours. Well better late than never. But here, let the Rear Admiral blast you back to slumberland. 

NGH… Launching torpedoes… UGH”

I whimper as I feel Roland's ass lips opening against my mouth.

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Smell of a kryptonian

This story contains a lot of hyper gas and farting.

I’m pacing back and forth, in the middle of some forest, absolutely livid. My anger is centered on my boyfriend of three years, Jonathan Kent, who’s sitting on a fallen log, nervously watching me pace. The kicker is that he’s dressed as Superman. And no, he’s not cosplaying, he is actually Superman. Or well, the younger Superman.

It explains so much. Like how he’s more lithe compared to my more muscular build yet he’s stronger and faster than me. Or why he vanishes on me so much. And why in the bedroom he plows me like a savage beast. So many times, he’s done me while standing and holding me, in the middle of the room, without breaking a sweat. 

John’s personality is another thing that feeds into my disbelief. He’s a reserved, well-mannered country boy. Whenever I compliment his looks or his bedroom prowess, he blushes like a tomato. And he doesn’t have a violent bone in his body. I’m usually the one getting aggressive if someone’s starting trouble with us. But now I find out my boyfriend is constantly brawling with insanely powerful supervillains.

I only learned about this 5 minutes ago. John called me and asked me to meet him on the roof of our apartment building. I reach the roof and find Superman hovering there. When he floats closer to me, I realize it's Johnny. With ease he lifts me, bridal style, and we’re off like a rocket. We were just in Metropolis, with the sun shining bright, but now, in a matter of seconds, we’re across the world where it’s night time. In this forest, there are towering trees in all directions. I can see a lake, a few yards away, behind Johnny.

My Johnny is Superman. Oh man, the most amazing thing that I only knew about him was his insanely huge bubble butt. John’s built like a swimmer but is carrying around some massive melon-sized cakes. I almost choke wondering how his ass looks in his Superman outfit.

I internally shake my head. No, he’s been lying to me for so long. I’m pissed at him.

“I’m sorry, Nick” Johnny apologizes, I scoff, not caring. He continues, “I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long but I was scared. I knew you’d be angry. That’s why I brought you here. I want to show-off a little for you and hope it’ll help me earn your forgiveness.” Johnny explains.

I stop pacing to stare at Johnny, who’s still sitting on a fallen log. I’m curious about what he’s gonna do.

Johnny leans forward and a look of concentration forms on his face. He then takes a deep breath and then…

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Johnny rips an inhumanely large, loud, and powerful fart. 2 minutes of ass gas bellows out of Johnny’s backside, and it has his red cape flapping behind him through its entirety. It has the ground and trees for miles around us, slightly shaking.

But the most amazing thing is what happens to the huge tree that's only a few feet, right behind Johnny. This enormous, like 40 foot tree is uprooted out of the ground, and is sent flying hundreds of feet into the air. I can barely see it landing in the middle of the lake with a splash. 

I can feel myself hardening in my jeans. I have a fart fetish but I make sure to hide it from people I’m dating. Oh fuck, Johnny knows!

“Can you read minds?” I ask him bluntly.

He rubs the back of his head, looking bashful. “Um no, but I’ve got super-smelling. I smelled your chemo-signals whenever I mentioned I had to fart and put two and two together.”

I close my eyes and groan, feeling mortified.

“Nick, please look at me.” 

I open my eyes and see Johnny giving me a lopsided grin as he undoes his cape. He lays it next to him on the log.

“50” he suddenly blurts.

My brow furrows, “What?”

Johnny’s grin grows, “I’m about to fart on you 50 times in under a minute.”

Faster than I can see, Johnny’s suddenly hovering in front of me, with his back to me. His bubble butt is right in my face. The sight of his pillowy globes, encased in his Superman outfit, stretching the material to its limit, is a mouthwatering sight.

My ogling is ended by a PPRRRPP point-blank in the face. The stench of digested meat and onions assaults my nose. 

I blink and Johnny’s gone. Suddenly the right side of my face is sinking into something big, rotund, and fleshy. RRRWWWTTT.

A millisecond later he's farting on the left side of my head, FFFBBBRR. And then the back of my head, PPLLLBBB.

Johnny’s just getting started.

FART on my neck, FART on my chest, FART on my left shoulder, FART on my upper back, FART on my right arm, FART on my stomach, FART on my hip, FART on my butt, Fart on my thigh.

Johnny's a blue blur; farting on one part of my body after another. They’re short but loud and smelly farts. As soon as one fart ends, his butt is already pressed against another part of me and he's ripping again. He's going so fast; I can't keep count.

“Ah, and for number 50, let Superman give you another fart to the face.” Johnny's ample behind is once again hovering right in front of my face. I watch his cheeks flex and then relax.

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Johnny erupts a 6 second fart right in my face. It's nowhere near as powerful as his earlier, tree-hurling fart, but it ruffles my hair and has me stumbling back a bit.

Once Johnny’s finally done I’m coughing and gagging on his butt stink. I gain my bearings and I notice that the air around us is tinted slightly green. Holy crap, I can actually see the fart cloud Johnny’s surrounded us in. My hard-on is throbbing behind my zipper.

My awing of Johnny’s super farts is paused when he takes my hand and slides a weird looking ring on my finger. 

“Ha, I’m still coming to terms with my boyfriend being Superman and you’re already asking me to marry you?” I joke.

Johnny blushes. “That’s not what this is… at least not yet.” He says the last part quietly, making me smile.

Once the ring’s on my finger, it glows green for several seconds. “This ring is alien technology. It alters your physiology, making your body more dense so you can endure far more damage than a normal human. With this we can have some fun. I don’t have to hold back and you get a first-hand experience of Superman’s super farts. I rarely get to show this off. “ Johnny explains gleefully.

I step up to Johnny and hold his hands in mine. “Johnny, you don’t have to do this, I’ve already forgiven you. Besides, I’m pretty sure you don’t have a farting kink like me.”

Johnny smiles and says, “Actually I’m into this but in a different way. Dominating people with my powers is a turn-on. I’m really, really going to enjoy dominating and overpowering you with my super gas.” To prove his point, Johnny thrust his hips forward, making me feel his hard length running down his pants leg. I gasp. 

Johnny smirks cockily, “Now that that’s settled, no more calling me Johnny for the next while. You’ll refer to me as Superman, understood?”

His commanding voice combined with the fact that he’s probably one of the strongest people in existence, sends a thrilling chill throughout my body. I nod.

“Good” and after saying that… whoosh. Using his superspeed, he's gone for a split second. I glance down and see I’m now only wearing a pair of black swim trunks. I look back forward and Johnny, I mean Superman, is standing before me in a blue speedo.

With a sly grin Superman says, “Hey Nick, how about a dip in the lake. And no worries about how far away it is. I’ve got a shortcut.”

Superman steps up until he’s right in front of me and spins around. I look down and see that the Superman emblem is printed over his protruding ass-boulders. His fat globes have the symbol looking stretched out. 

Superman arches his back, pushing out his bubble butt until it's within inches of my midsection. His hands curl into fists and he starts grunting and straining. 

“FGH… Enjoy your swim… NGH”

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A hurricane of noxious ass wind erupts out of Superman’s ass launching me hundreds of feet into the air. Getting hit by this should've broken every bone in my body, but I’m fine. Though you couldn't tell with how I'm screaming as I free-fall into the lake.

SPLASH

After a few seconds, my upper body emerges from the water and I'm gasping for air. I landed in the middle of the lake, perfectly fine. In fact, if anything I’m turned on by Superman’s gassy display of his power. And the stench of rotten eggs and ass musk is still strong up my nose.

As I float, I glance at the direction I came from and squint. I don’t see Superman. Where’d he go?

My question is answered when I feel two big, pillowy objects molding against the back of my head.

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I’m suddenly launched forward, for several dozen feet; my body skipping over the surface of the water like a rock. When I stop, I spin around and find Superman floating just above the water; his legs doing a complete split. 

Superman looks back at me, with a cocky grin. “You know, they say that I can jump over tall buildings in a single bound, and that I'm faster than a speeding bullet. But let me tell you a secret, I’m also gassier than the gas giant Jupiter.” Superman teases.

With his back still to me, he submerges his legs into the water. The water is just past his waist, hiding his bulbous bum.

He looks back at me, over his shoulder with an impish smirk. “Hope you can surf Nick because Superman is sending a stinky wave your way.” Superman closes one eye, grits his teeth, and starts straining.

The water starts bubbling and churning aggressively around Superman, and I immediately realize he's farting. I gasp as Superman's fart creates a 50 foot wave that's heading straight for me.

Before I can even think of swimming away, I'm swept up into Superman’s fart-made tsunami. 

The wave’s so big and strong that it carries and tosses me onto land. I yell as I’m heading face-first towards grassy ground that’s over 40 feet beneath me.

Just before I hit the ground, Superman appears, but he doesn’t catch me. Instead, he lies on the ground, on his stomach. His head is propped on his crossed arms, his legs are spread out, and his mountainous globes are protruding significantly into the air.

“Don't worry Nick, I have the perfect cushion to catch your face.” Superman calls out as I fall towards him. I then notice that my face is heading straight for Superman’s speedo-clad, bubble butt.

BOOM

My body hits the earth hard, making an indent of myself in the ground, from the neck down. But I’m perfectly fine, not even in the slightest bit of pain. 

More importantly, my face lands right on his blubbery posterior. My face suddenly drowning in a sea of Superman’s ass fat.

I glance up, over Superman’s hillside-like cheeks, and find him looking back at me with a cheeky grin. “See, I told you I had the perfect cushion for your face.” Superman teases. He then starts shimming his hips, rocking his meaty buns against my face.

“Alright now, upsy daisy… NGH”

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Superman rips a 10 second, thunderous fart, point-blank in my face. It stinks of digested meat and sulfur, and I love it. This is another Superman fart so it’s powerful enough to blow my face out of his ass and propel me to my feet. 

Superman floats himself up and stands a few feet away from me. He then spins himself fast, turning himself into a miniature tornado. 

As soon as he starts, he stops. “There, all dry. Now it's your turn Nicky.”

Superman grabs me and in a flash I find myself with my back pressed against a huge tree. Superman takes a few steps back and wheels around. He bends over at the waist, accentuating the size of his speedo-clad, titanic ass and aiming it at me. 

He looks back at me with a lopsided grin. “Don’t worry, I’m not sending you or another tree flying again. I’m just giving you an air-dry. NGH… a stinky air-dry… UGH”

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A never-ending stream of green-tinted, ass wind erupts out of Superman’s ass. The warm, fetid air blows all over me and it's so strong that its pressure alone keeps me pinned against the tree. I quickly wind up in another one of Superman’s visible fart clouds.

It finally ends after thirty seconds. I’m completely dry but my body reeks of Superman’s noxious farts.

Superman sighs in relief as he straightens up and wafts his lingering gas towards me. “Ah, let me tell you what, no one farts like Superman, haha.” 

Superman turns to face me, with a genuine smile. “Hey, I have an idea. How about a game of catch with Superman?” he suggests.

I agree but I'm not fooled. I know he's plotting something smelly and hot. I'm completely stiff in my swimwear.

Superman’s grin turns mischievous once again. Using his super speed, Superman has himself lying on the ground on his front. I’m sitting down, with my ass sitting on his much bigger one, facing his feet.

“This is a little game I like to call fart-ball. It's more of a solo game but you’ll be playing the role of the ball. Uh-oh I feel a super butt bomb coming, I better go long… HGH”

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As promised, Superman unleashes a super butt bomb that launches me hundreds of feet into the air. I’m sent flying entirely over the lake. As I start plummeting to the ground, Superman zips over and is lying on his stomach, where I’m going to land. My face is heading straight for his gassy, city-leveling bubble butt.

As my face nears his ass, I hear Superman say, “Hope you enjoy flying Nicky because for the next while you’re going to be having plenty of air time. Nasty butt ‘air time’ to be more precise… GGH”

When my face is within a few feet of his ass, he rips another super fart, blasting me back into the air and giving me a noseful of his raunchy fumes. 

This is what Superman keeps doing, farting me back and forth, all around the perimeter of the lake, not letting an inch of my body touch the ground.

“Lets try for a spiral”

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“Oh goody here comes a wet one. My wet ones always pack an extra bit of power.”

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“Hope you’re enjoying the game Nick because I’m nowhere close to done.”

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“I could keep this going for an entire week and still not run out of gas.”

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“Let that sink in while I send you flying again with another fart rocket.”

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“Haha, I haven’t let you touch the ground yet, and you keep getting facefuls of Superman’s butt-burps. We’re both winning in this game.”

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Superman plays fart-ball with my body for the next hour, farting on me several hundreds of times. I’m in heaven, alone with Superman who's performing his gassy super feats on me.

“Alright, let's end this with a bang, or should I say a splash. FGH… This is my booty telling you to enjoy your swim… NGH”

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Superman’s final fart in the game is a 30 second juggernaut that launches me higher than I’ve ever been. Once I reach the peak, I rapidly start falling down, plunging into the lake. 

I burst out of the water, gasping for air. I’m completely fine but hard as hell. I feel like I’m going to explode any second now from Superman’s farting antics.

Suddenly a shadow forms over me. I look up and my jaw drops. Superman is hovering above me. His legs are stretched out and it looks like he’s sitting on thin air. His titanic rump is just above me, eclipsing me in its shadow. 

Superman peers down at me, through his legs, with a cheeky grin. “Hey Nicky, did you know that I’m really good at those crane-games in arcades? Here let me demonstrate.” With that Superman descends, looking like he’s about to sit on top of my head. 

Just before his ass touches my head, he reaches down with both hands and spreads his cheeks through his speedo. Then I feel the top of my head slipping in between his meaty globes. He then flexes his glutes, clamping them down around the crown of my head.

Superman then starts to ascend, carrying me up with him, with only his ass. 

“See, I told you I was good at the crane-game. My talented ass caught me something good.” Superman taunts. He floats us back towards land, hovering me 15 feet over the ground.

Superman finally pauses and releases his butt’s grip on my head. Instead of just letting me fall to the ground, Superman farts, rocketing me into the forest floor. 

I make a small crater, lying on my back, grinning. This is all fun and hot. 

Superman lands, standing above me. His feet are planted on either side of my shoulders, and he’s facing my feet. Because of this his huge, protruding, rotund backside is lording above my face.

Without saying a word, Superman squats down but stops when his ass is just a foot above my face. He then pulls down his speedo. His blubbery moons pour out of their prison and wobble freely and ominously above my face. I feel both frightened and excited.

“I promise Nicky, for our next date I'm taking you to the moon. But for now I think you’ll enjoy a visit in between Superman’s personal moons. It’s well known for its methane volcano that’s always erupting. It's a natural marvel that I’m gonna make you experience, first hand.” Superman teases as he sways his ass from left to right, above my face, making his ample mounds clap against each other. 

Superman spreads his cheeks, giving me a quick glimpse of his pucker surrounded by a field of black fur.  Then  he carelessly drops his ass down, sitting on my face, hard. 

My face is easily swallowed up by his ravenous butt crack. His doughy globes flow down the sides of my face, making contact with the ground, completely entombing my face in his immense posterior.

Superman starts swiveling his hips, somehow burying my face in deeper. He doesn’t stop until my nose is pressing against his asshole.

“Don’t worry Nicky, when it comes to these moons, they offer not-so-fresh air for you to breathe.”

I start to hear loud gurgling coming from Superman’s bowels, above me.

“Hey Nicky, have you ever heard of my Fortress of Solitude? Well welcome to Superman’s other lair, the Butt Fortress of Stinkiness… GHH”

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“Your face is in the safest place on the planet… HGH”

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“My Butt Fortress of Stinkiness is impregnable… FGH”

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“But more importantly, it's also inescapable… RGH”

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“Hmm, now that I think about it, maybe I should start locking up my villains in the Butt Fortress of Stinkiness... GGH" 

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“Sealing them up tight in the Butt Fortress of Stinkiness for an hour to endure hundreds of my super farts?... NGH”

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“Ha, they’d be reformed in no time… HGGH”

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“On second thought, nah. The Butt Fortress of Stinkiness is your place alone. Only you’ll get the privilege of being locked up in it and drowned in Superman's ass gas. Lucky you, huh?... UGH”

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Superman rips a plethora of nuclear butt rockets right up my nose. They stink of rotten fish swimming in a sea of sulfur. Every fart has the ground quaking heavily, for miles and miles around us. Each eruption has his bubbly cakes jiggling heavily, slapping the sides of my head, hard.

Superman’s final fart is insanely ridiculous. It lasts for 10 minutes straight. It has the whole forest shaking like it's enduring a level 8 earthquake. Superman looks on proudly as the forest around him is overpowered by the strength of his farts.  

Superman's behemoth of a fart overwhelms me. At the five minute mark I pass out, but not before I shoot in my swim-trunks. 

A FEW MINUTES LATER

I groan as I wake up. I get up finding myself standing where Superman just went berserk on my face with his farts. There’s a crater shaped like my body on the ground and green fumes are swirling around. I notice that all the grass around the immediate area is dead. Even though I just shot a load, seeing the visible, lingering devastation of Superman’s farts is making me hard again.

A blur zooms around me and I look down and see my soiled trunks have been replaced with some shorts. I look up and see Superman standing in front of me, with a cocky half-grin. He’s still wearing his Superman speedo. 

“About time you woke up Nicky, I just finished building our campsite. Oh and I ran to your place and picked you up something clean to wear.”

Jeez, my boyfriend ran across the world in a matter of seconds like its no big deal. This is gonna take some getting used to. I then focus on what he first said. “A campsite? Are we spending the night here?”

Superman nods, “Yeah, and I’m hoping we can camp out here for at least one weekend a month.” his grin turns sly as he continues, “That way I can show you all that I can do with my Superman farts.” Superman teases.

Using his super-speed, Superman is suddenly standing behind me. I immediately feel his thick globes pressing against my lower back.

Through straining, Superman says, “FGH… Let's get you to our campsite. Enjoy your flight Nicky… NGH”

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With another one of his patented butt bombs, he launches me into the air, blasting me miles and miles away. I finally see the campsite Superman made as I’m quickly falling towards it. 

Just before I can crash into the campsite, Superman comes out of nowhere and easily catches me. 

I give an exhausted laugh as Superman sets me down into a folding chair. With him standing in front of me, I’m face-to-face with his throbbing hard-on trapped in his speedo. 

I place my hands on his upper thighs and look up at him. “You gave me the hottest experience I’ve ever had today. Please, let me make you feel good too.” I plead.

Superman puts on a cocky smirk as he takes hold of the waistband of his speedo. “Oh you will. Time for you to experience another reason why I’m called the man of steel.”

Superman shoves down his speedo revealing his 9 inches of steel. He lathers his girth with lubricant before picking me up and floating us into the air.

While floating hundreds of feet in the air, he impales me on himself, making me scream in pleasure. For the next several hours, he relentlessly rails me in the air. His inhuman stamina and refractory period overwhelms me. I black-out again, in complete bliss.

MORNING 

It feels like morning when I wake up. I’m lying on my stomach with my face resting in between two plump pillows. I lift my head and see I’m in a tent. I look behind me and see the opening flap wide open. Maybe Johnny went to get something?

I’m still tired. I turn back around, and rest my head back on the skin-colored, fat pillows. 

My eyes suddenly shoot open as I realize this is Superman’s bare bubbly ass. I arch my neck and peer over his hillside mounds to see Superman looking back at me, over his shoulder, with a cheeky smirk. 

“Morning baby, glad you enjoyed my personal pillows for the night. You’ll be sleeping on them, from now on, every night.” He teases with a wink.

“Now since you’re awake, time to get up and at ‘em… GGH”

Superman narrows his eyes and grunts.

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A roaring fart erupts out of his ass and right into my face, launching me out of the tent. I’m stopped when my back hits a tree, but I’m not the slightest bit hurt.

When I stand up Superman’s already standing about 10 feet away from me. He’s completely naked.

He’s giving me a lopsided grin so I know he’s up to something. Superman turns around and arches his back, pushing out his beefy backside.

He looks back at me, over his shoulder, and says, “Nicky, why don’t you come a little closer and feel these Man of Steel buns.” Superman teases as he grabs a handful of his ample rump.

I know this is some sort of trap but I’m a huge sucker for his bubble butt.

When I take a single step forward, Superman closes one eye and grits his teeth.

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A short but powerful stream of green-tinted gas fires out of Superman’s ass and hits me right in the lower stomach. It’s so strong that it pushes me back, making my back hit the tree behind me.

“Ah, what’s the matter Nicky? Don’t you wanna feel my big booty? Haha.” Superman taunts, still wearing that cheeky smirk. He shakes his hips, making his fat cheeks clap.

I’m getting hard in my shorts, understanding Superman’s new fart game.

Whenever I take a step forward, Superman blasts me back against the tree with a powerful butt bomb.

“Come on Nicky” FART “Don’t you wanna feel all this cake” FART “I’ll even flex them for you when you’re touching ‘em” FART “What’s the hold up back there” FART “Is a little, smelly, bad wind stopping you” FART

With determination I take several steps forward, digging my feet into the ground, not letting Superman fart me away.

Superman's smirk broadens into a wolfish one. “There you go Nicky, you're about five steps away.”

BBBWWWHHHPPPP

“Four. Come on Nicky you’re almost there… HGH” 

RRRFFFLLLBBBB

“Three. That’s it baby, steel yourself through my barrage of butt rockets… FGH”

MMMUUUPPPDDD

“Two. Nearly there Nicky. Soon you get to have my cakes and eat ‘em too, haha… RGH”

FFFVVVAAATTT

“One. Aww Nicky, you were so close, but I’m getting a report that one of my noxious fart storms has suddenly appeared. HGGH… Better luck next time… NGH”

BBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWW-UUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPP-RRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

10 seconds of green-tinted, sulfuric fumes explodes out of Superman’s ass, slamming me all the way back into the tree, hard. The impact doesn’t hurt but it knocks the air out of my lungs. I slide down, sitting my ass on the forest floor, with my back against the tree, gasping for air. It doesn’t help that the only air I can breathe in is Superman’s hellish vapors.

In a single blink of my eyes, Superman is suddenly in front of me. His back is still facing me and he’s squatting, aligning his massive bare bum with my face.

Superman reaches back and spreads his cheeks, revealing his sweaty trench and winking pucker.

“Nicky, it's far too dangerous out here. I think it’d be safer if I locked you back up in my Butt Fortress of Stinkiness. In you go.”

Superman thrusts his ass back, swallowing my face in between his bubbly cakes. Superman swivels his butt on my face, burying me deeper in it. 

When his hole is touching my lips I feel it open wide and press out.

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFF-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Superman unleashes a roaring, monster-of-a-fart that lasts well over 15 minutes. It's so strong that it has my bones and the tree behind me quaking.

Superman kicks his fart’s strength up a couple of notches in the end, giving it so much power that it uproots the tree and sends it and me flying. It’s jarring for my face to be jettisoned out of Superman’s ass and blown into the air with a tree. But it's also hot as hell.

I crash a few miles away. I’m laid out, on the uprooted tree, coughing and gagging on Superman’s lingering butt stench.

Superman floats towards me with a genuine smile. “So did you enjoy this little trip and my gassy fun?” He asks, and I realize we’re done playing, for now.

I give a tired smile and nod. “Yeah, it was the best. And you know I was never really mad at you, right? I just needed time to wrap my head around the fact that my boyfriend is Superman.”

Johnny looks relieved. “Thank you, Nicky.” he says, blushing adorably. 

“So are we heading back home?” I ask as I get off of the tree.

Johnny nods but then tilts his head, staying quiet for a moment. "My mom wants us to come over for family breakfast tomorrow morning."

I go pale with realization. "Your dad has super hearing too! Did he hear all of what we've been doing?"

Johnny frowns and shakes his head. "No, dad's off planet. And besides, this is a magical forest that only I can find. Anyone outside can't hear or see whatever is going on in here." Johnny answers, giving me immense relief.

Johnny zooms off and returns a second later, dressed in his signature Superman attire. Blue tights, red cape, and everything.

Johnny gives me an impish grin and floats so his ankles are on level with my face. He then turns around. “Grab onto my legs Nicky. The Superman stink airline is gonna fly you back home and you're gonna love it.”

Doing what he says, I grab both of his ankles with my hands, and as soon as I do, Johnny’s flying us off. 

When he first flew us here, it took a few seconds. But the trip back takes us several minutes. It’s obvious he’s slowed down so I can enjoy what he’s got up his sleeve. 

As soon as we’re soaring through the skies, Johnny looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a lopsided smirk. “Here Nicky, enjoy these complementary air biscuits on my gassy flight.”

Through the flight, Johnny keeps ripping eggy, green-fogged poots; crop-dusting me along the way. Each of his smelly emissions hits me in the face and has my eyes burning, and I love it.

BBFFTT-MMDDFF-PPBBMM-RRWWHH-FFGGRR-PPFFDD-RROOFF-DDWWBB

SEVERAL MONTHS LATER

A lot has changed in the last couple of months. I moved in with Johnny after my lease was up. 

When it comes to us living together, Johnny’s done hiding his gas. In our place he's constantly farting me across a room. When he does this he makes sure to catch me with his super-speed. He doesn't want to hurt me since I only wear his alien ring when we're in his magical forest; which we're now spending every weekend in.

Also, Johnny enjoys farting on me too. Everytime he farts on me, I notice him getting hard. When he catches me noticing it, he blushes but retaliates by farting on me.

It's about dinner time when I return home from work. It's Johnny's day off but with him being Superman I'm not surprised to see he's gone.

We both work at the Daily Planet. He's an investigative journalist while I write for the sports section.

Soon after me, Johnny comes in with two bags of carry-out food. "Hey Nicky! After helping with a natural disaster, I got us some authentic Chinese food from China." He says as he sits the bags on the counter.

"Oh get that loving-boyfriend-crap outta here! You know what you did!" I call Johnny out, making him grin.

"All day, someone using super-speed, at least that's what I'm guessing since I couldn't catch or see them, kept farting in my face every five minutes. I've been hard all day; I could barely get anything done. Now who could have done that?" I finish, sarcastically.

Still smiling, Johnny shrugs. "Sorry babe, got no clue who farted in your face 276 times today." Johnny says, I arch an eyebrow at him.

"Oops, I guess you caught me. Say, why don't I make it an even 300." Using his flight and super-speed, Johnny proceeds to fart all over my body.

Barely home for 5 minutes and our entire apartment is thick with Johnny's farts. The green, eggy vapors I'm choking on proves that gassy Superman is out to play.

"Haha, seems like you had a stressful day. How about I help you take a load off?" Superman steps in front of me, spins around, and pulls down the back of his jeans, freeing his bouncing, pillowy moons.

He then spreads his cheeks with his hands, exposing his asshole. His hole opens and pushes outward.

PPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH

Thanks to his butt crack being open, his fart is silent, so he won't disturb our neighbors. He usually does this when he's going to rip a big fart on me in our apartment. It may be silent but it's powerful. A typhoon of his ass wind hits me in the midsection and blasts me onto the couch.

Superman's instantly in front of me and sliding the alien ring on my finger, surprising me. It's Wednesday.

I look from the ring, back up at Superman who's now completely naked and holding our food in one hand.

Nodding to the food, he says, "We'll eat this later, under the stars. And I'll be sure to warm yours back up with my farts, hehe." He teases, giving me a wink.

Superman wheels around, making his blubbery globes wobble and clap in my face.

"All this stress isn't good for you Nick. I'm taking you to our forest and locking your face up in my Butt Fortress of Stinkness for your own good."

Superman reaches back with his free hand and grabs the back of my head. He pulls me in, submerging my entire head in between his thick, meaty ass-slabs.

My lips are pressed against Superman's sweaty pucker but he doesn't fart. Instead, I feel him flying us off at supersonic speed with my face locked in his huge, powerful ass.

A few seconds later I grunt as my back hits the grassy ground, with Superman now sitting on my face.

From above I hear gurgling coming from Superman's innards.

"Do you hear that Nicky? Is it an earthquake?... Gurgle... Is it an erupting volcano?... Gurgle... No it is a Superman fart... UGH"

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMDDDDDDDDDDDDDDPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Smell of a potion

Luke isn’t the type of person that I thought I’d fall in love with. Sure, he’s several inches taller than me, but he’s lanky. He’s very soft-spoken and doesn’t have much of a back bone. He also lacks self-confidence.

Even with all that said, I love Luke. He’s sweet and kind and I’m so happy I married him.

It’s late at night when I enter our adjoined-bathroom to talk with Luke.

“Hey babe, did you withdraw a thousand dollars from our bank earlier?” I ask as I enter the bathroom. 

I frown as I see Luke drinking up a purple liquid from a small vial. “What the hell is that?” I ask.

Looking nervous, Luke begs, “Please don’t be mad” I say nothing, waiting for Luke to continue.

“So, I ran into this woman who turned out to be a real witch. For a grand, she sold me a magical potion that’ll turn me into the man I’ve always wanted to be.”

My eyes widen and I roar, “YOU SPENT A THOUSAND DOLLARS ON A FAKE-ASS MAGIC POTION.”

This startles Luke and tears start welling-up in his eyes. “I’m sorry John. I-I just want to be the man you deserve. Everyone, including me, knows you’re way out of my league.” He wetly whispers.

This quickly extinguishes my anger. I immediately pull him into a loving kiss. “Luke, you don’t need to change for me. I’ve never loved anyone more than you, in all my life. Who the hell put that stupid idea in your head?” 

Luke looks guilty again, “Some guys at work” he says. Damn, if it wouldn’t cost Luke his job, I’d go in and crack some skulls. 

“One: don’t ever listen to those dumb-asses again. And two: no more buying fake witch potions.” I tease him, making Luke blush and smile.

With everything settled, I think it's time for bed. I pick up Luke, bridal style, making him laugh, and walk us into our bedroom, a couple of feet away. We get into bed, with me holding him, and fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning, to an unfamiliar, deep and masculine voice humming a tune in the bathroom. And I notice Luke is gone. With a frown, I get up to investigate. 

My eyes widen in alarm when I enter the bathroom, and I find a huge stranger standing in front of the mirror with his back to me. This guy is a mountain of walking muscles and he’s about a half-a-foot taller than me. All he’s wearing is some ill-fitting, red briefs. They look like they’re being stretched to their limit by his massive bubble butt. Each of his basketball-like cheeks are bigger than my head.

The guy catches my eyes in the reflection of the mirror. With a cocky grin, he brings up both his arms and flexes his biceps. “Morning babe! Wanna see the gun show?”  

My jaw drops at the display of muscles. Wait, who’s this stranger? Where’s Luke? And why did he call me babe?

Still grinning, he continues, “Oh wait, I know what gun you love the most. Or should I call it a bazooka. “ The stranger arches his back, stinking his bubbly rump out even more, accentuating its huge size. In the mirror, I watch him close one eye before grunting.

FFFFFFFWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP

A 7 second, trumpeting fart erupts out of this muscle-man’s ass. Since I’m only a few feet behind him, I’m quickly enveloped in a putrid fart cloud. It stinks of digested meat and onions. It has me coughing and my eyes watering. 

I’m immediately hard as steel. I never told Luke, or anyone for that matter, that I have a huge farting kink.

The huge man sighs in relief before laughing as he fans his butt stink towards me. “Ah, haha, The Beast’s morning thunder is what you need to start the day. Isn’t it, baby?”

Even though I'm ⅓ his size, I square my shoulders and puff out my chest. “Who the fuck are you and where is my husband?” I angrily demand.

The guy wheels around and looks at me with an arched eyebrow. “Last time I checked, I was your husband.”

That’s when I notice the muscle-man’s familiar blue eyes and facial features. 

“Luke?” I ask in wonder.

“Uh yeah, who else?” He asks, looking slightly confused.

He then grins with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Oh, I see. You’re still waking up. This should help.” He spins back around, and then pulls down the back of his underwear, mooning me with his muscular glutes.

“Rise and shine babe. Here comes your favorite breakfast. NGH… The Beast’s morning eggs… UGH”

FFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP

I realize that this new Luke’s ass is round with both muscle and fat. His cheeks flap as he rips a monstrous, 10 second fart. A fart cloud that reeks of rotten eggs, hits me dead-on, making me gag. 

I’m both horny and confused by this bodybuilder Luke and his gassy assault. 

I gawk as Luke lets his underwear drop, revealing his long thickness. It wasn’t that big before.

Catching me leering at it, Luke grabs it by the base and shakes it at me. “Haha, don’t worry babe, you'll be tasting my jumbo sausage later.” Luke taunts with a cocky grin.

Luke then pulls on compression underwear, gray sweats, and a gray exercise shirt. 

“Be back soon, gonna work-out with the boys.” He says, surprising me with a kiss on the lips. 

As he walks past me he swivels his hips, pressing his butt against my side, and farts. 

“Ah, smell ya later babe, heh.” And he leaves. 

I’m left alone in this fart-boxed bathroom, hard and almost hysterical. What the hell’s going on? How did Luke turn into an over-confident beefcake overnight? Why did he act like everything is normal?

I need to investigate. I walk back into the bedroom, grab my phone, and take a seat on the foot of the bed. I pause as my homescreen is a picture of me with the new Luke. I go into my pictures and see only bodybuilder Luke, no skinny Luke to be found.

I then pull up and scroll through his social media. It's mostly pictures of us together and pictures of him flexing at the gym with his tongue sticking out.  

As far back as I can go, I can only find pictures of muscular Luke. He was still ripped from his late teens to early twenties. 

I quickly catch on to the fact that he refers to himself as ‘The Beast’ and rocks a frat-boy like attitude.

My investigation ends when I go through his videos. They're just so hot. 

I first start with a group of videos labeled ‘The Beast is Horny’.

These clips are of Luke recording himself with his gym bros. Whenever one of his bros is sitting on a bench or an exercise machine, Luke runs up to them, grabs the back of their head, and shoves their face into his crotch. He then starts humping their face and moaning, making the other guys around them laugh. While humping someone’s face he says things like ‘Give the Beast your warm mouth’ or ‘Here’s some protein so you can grow big and strong like the Beast’ or ‘Mmm, not as good as my husband but it’ll do’

Then I watch a group of videos called ‘Beast Bombing’. These are clips of Luke farting in his bros’ faces. This gets a laugh out of the guys around him as well. Before farting he says things like ‘Everyone, quiet! Do ya’ll hear that thunder too’ or ‘Do the Beast a solid and sniff-up his fart so he doesn't have to smell it. Thanks bud’ 

The last group of videos are called ‘Beast Bombing my Boo”. These are clips and clips of bodybuilder Luke farting on me.  

The first is him recording himself in the kitchen and I’m behind him, facing the counter. Luke’s grinning at the camera. “Hey guys, I gotta fart. Imma fart on my husband.” “What?” I cry. Luke quickly backs up and farts on my lower back. I smack him and call him a dick, making him laugh.

In the next one, I’m sitting on the couch watching tv while Luke’s recording himself standing up, behind the couch. His ass is aimed at the back of my head. Luke mouths, “I’m gonna fart on him” to the camera. Luke scrunches up his face and farts on the back of my head. I groan before yelling at his retreating back. “Haha, I’m in so much trouble” He tells the camera as he runs off.

In another one, he’s recording me lying on my stomach, on the bed, and we appear to be in a hotel room. Luke walks over and says, “Mmm, I wonder where John is? Oh well might as well take a seat on this empty bed.” With that Luke records himself sitting on the back of my head, hiding my entire head from view. He brings the camera to his face and says, “I’m actually glad he’s not here because the Beast is about to rip some major ass.” Luke clenches his jaw and grunts. 

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTTT

Luke rips a huge fart and is red in the face. He gives the camera a cheeky grin. “Damn that was nasty. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t make me sleep in the hallway after that one, hehe.”

I keep watching clip-after-clip of Luke’s stuff, completely hard, not realizing how much time has passed. I love my old Luke, but this new one seems to have stepped right out of my dreams. Am I a terrible husband for wanting this freaky change to be permanent?

All of a sudden, the bedroom door bursts open and in walks Luke, back from his work-out. Himself and his clothes are dripping with sweat.

Luke makes a beeline straight for me, with an impish smirk on his lips. “Hey Johnny, guess what? I booked a spa appointment for your face in my swamp ass.”

When Luke’s standing in front of me, he spins around and pulls down the back of his sweats. I’m face-to-face with Luke’s sweaty, underwear-clad, bubble butt. There’s a huge wet spot running all the way down his crack.

Luke reaches back and grabs the back of my head. He then shoves my face into his sweaty, dump-truck of an ass, smothering me. 

“In you go and you’re welcome… HGH”

PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFF-ssssssssssssss

RRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWW-sssssssssssss

FFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBB-ssssssssssssss

Luke rips a series of long and wet farts, point-blank in my face. They stink of sulfur and dead fish. The smell is sickening and atrocious, and I love it.

Luke lets go of the back of my head but I keep my face mashed against his sweaty underwear. 

Luke snickers above me, “Hehe, love how crazy you go for my Beast Bombs, babe.” Luke teases as he starts rubbing his sweaty ass back and forth, all over my face.

After a minute of this, Luke pulls my face out of his ass and shoves me back, laying me out on our bed. Still grinning, he pulls off his top and tosses it. I can’t help but stare at his insanely chiseled upper-body, glistening with sweat. 

Luke arrogantly bounces his pecs as he climbs on top of me, straddling my stomach.

“Deep breath babe. You're going for a swim in the Beast’s testosterone.” With that, Luke leans over, lifts up his left arm, and plants his sopping-wet armpit right on my face. 

Luke laughs as he wipes his pit sweat all over my face. “Ha yeah, taste how hard the Beast worked out at the gym today.” 

This cocky, huge Luke is so hot.

“Now the other one” Luke says as he plants his other armpit on my face and starts rubbing his sweat into my pores. 

“Damn babe, not only are you a great husband, your face makes an excellent sweat rag too, haha.”

Luke sits back up, straddling my stomach, with a look of accomplishment on his face. He then gives me a lopsided grin as he pulls down his underwear, releasing his girthy sausage and bull balls. I then feel his sweaty mounds sitting on my stomach. Luke narrows his eyes and…

MMMMMMMMLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP

Luke farts on my midsection. His eggy fumes escape from beneath his ass and spread throughout the room. 

Luke climbs further up the bed, getting in a push-up position. The new Luke’s 9 inch, hard monster looms over my face. “Say ah John, it's time for my after-workout bj. It's your duty as my husband.” 

For some reason, my body subconsciously follows his order as I part my lips. With a quick, strong thrust of his hips, he plunges his tool down my throat. My eyes widen as I swallow him with ease, even though he’s so big. It’s like I’ve done this a lot before.

“Yeah, that’s it babe, bury your nose in my sweaty, musky pubes.”

Getting down to business, Luke starts rocking his veiny leviathan in and out of my throat. His orange-sized balls bounce against my chin with every thrust. I hear him growling and snarling like the Beast he is above me as I lick over his invading monster. I moan, enjoying the taste and feel of his fat sweaty organ.

“Shit, your fucking mouth” Thrust “Its so warm, wet, and mine” Thrust “Mmm that’s it baby, taste your man” Thrust “Make the Beast feel good” Thrust “Oh fuck, I’m getting close” Thrust “Here it comes John, here comes the Beast’s milk” Thrust “Don’t waste a single drop”

Luke pauses with his thick rod buried down my throat. I feel his huge veiny meat swell on my tongue before he roars, “OOOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!”

Luke’s monster fires 7 big payloads down my gullet. His massive, sweaty body goes limp, smothering my face in his raunchy crotch.

After a few seconds of catching our breath, Luke gets up, pulling out of my mouth. I only get a second of fresh air before Luke spins around and takes a seat on my face. My face easily slips in between his sweaty globes, and my lips are kissing his grimy pucker.

Luke pulls me out of my boxers and starts jerking me off. I’m so worked up that it only takes three pulls to make me shoot. He punctuates each tug with a fart in my mouth and a word.

“Come” PPPPPPPRRRRRRLLLLLLLBBBBBB Pull

“For” FFFFFFFFFDDDDDDDDDDWWWWWWPPPPP Pull

“Me” RRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT Pull

With my face trapped in Luke’s ass, I give a muffled cry as I shoot. I can both smell and taste Luke’s nauseating vapors coating my mouth. 

Luke rises off of my face with a wet schlurp, thanks to my face being drenched in his ass sweat. 

“Damn, that's just what I needed after a hard workout.” Luke says as he helps me sit back up.

“Come on and join me for a shower, John. You know you wanna soap all this up.” Luke teases with a cheeky grin. He walks backwards while flexing his abs and pecs. 

Luke turns around and loses the rest of his clothes as he makes his way to the bathroom. Luke pauses in the doorway, bare-ass naked, and looks back at me, over his shoulder.

“You coming or what?” Luke arches an eyebrow while hiking up his left leg and farts.  

I’m instantly up and running after Luke. We shower for nearly an hour. It takes so much time since I have to keep re-washing parts of my body because Luke keeps farting on me.

RRHHHBBB on my left thigh “Ah, you might wanna re-wash that” FFFWWWMM on the back of my right leg “Oh, there too” BBBLLLPPP against my waist “Damn, I'm gassy today” RRRUUPPP on my lower back “Better deal with that one quick, it smells really bad” PPPMMMDD on the back of my hand “Fuck, it seems like I’m butt bombing you faster than you can clean yourself” MMMRRRBB on my stomach “Not surprising, the Beast’s booty is too powerful”

Luke then shoves me onto my knees and then smashes my face against his wet, voluptuous rump. “I am the Beast, hear me fucking ROAR!... NGH”

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT

Once we're done, the bathroom is heavy with steam and Luke’s thick farts.

After drying off, we only slip into underwear. In a move reminiscent of last night, Luke easily lifts me up, bridal style, and carries me out of the bathroom. Instead of heading to the bed he walks us to the living-room.

“When you invited me to shower with you, I thought we were going to have shower sex.” I say as he carries me down the hall.

“Oh I’m saving sex for later. I want us both aching for release by the end of the night. And only then will the Beast rock your world.” Luke boasts with a cocky smirk.

He deposits us onto the couch and we get comfortable while watching tv. For the next couple of hours we relax. Luke's keeping me hard by constantly farting on and around me.

Nearing dinner time, Luke announces, “Time to get dressed babe. And wear something nice, I've got a surprise for you.”

30 minutes later, I’m wearing a peach button-up shirt, black slacks, and a black overcoat. And Luke’s wearing the same thing except he’s wearing a teal button-up shirt. His muscles look like they’re moments away from bursting out of his clothes. And his mountainous globes are stretching the seam of his slacks to their limit

We hop into Luke’s, new-to-me, Ford truck and set off. As we drive, I keep trying to wheedle out where we’re going. But Luke just leans to the side, and aims a fart at me, temporarily ending my questioning.

After a 30 minute drive we pull up to Bon Appétit, a fancy Italian restaurant. I frown as I have bad memories of this place. A year ago, when this place had its grand opening, I made reservations for me and Luke. Just as we were seated, a rich snobbish couple came in, demanding a table even though they didn’t make reservations. The owner asked me and Luke to leave and it was obvious to see why. We were the only gay couple. Staff quickly escorted us out before I could cause a scene.

Luke smirks at my frown. “Come on Johnny. I promise this time, our experience here will be leagues better.” He promises.

I let out a sigh and we head inside. Luke made reservations so we’re seated right away, at a table in the middle of the restaurant. 

This place is really beautiful. Maybe Luke’s right. Maybe we can make some happy memories here. I go to thank Luke, who’s sitting across from me, but his malicious grin catches me off guard.

“It's ironic that we were here for this place’s grand opening and now we’re here for its closure. Enjoy the show babe, the Beast is about to have this place shut down within the hour.”

My eyes widen as Luke scrunches up his face.

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM

Luke rips an insanely loud fart, in the middle of the restaurant, making everyone go silent. A few people are snickering, but most are glaring and groaning at Luke. I go red with embarrassment and sink some into my chair.

Luke fans the air behind his chair, grinning. “Sorry folks, the food here is good but gives me the ole bubble-guts. Heads up people, it's about to get worse.” Luke teasingly, warns.  

Luke leans forward, pointing his ass through the bottom gap of the back of his chair.

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPP

MMMMMMMMMMVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBB

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

RRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUU-PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-OOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM

Luke rips a series of thunderous farts, back-to-back. The stench of rotten eggs and raw sewage surrounds our table and then steadily spreads outwards, flowing over the rest of the diners. 

It starts with the people seated immediately around us, the smell becomes too much and they get up and leave. Then they are followed out the door by the next wave of diners who are overwhelmed by the smell. With every fart Luke rips more and more customers leave. I hear the people escaping saying things like ‘I’ll never be eating here again’. 

I also notice waiters, chefs, and other workers leaving with the customers. In a stupidly brave move, the waiter attending us tries to stop Luke. 

His eyes are watery and he’s breathing through his mouth. “Sir, you need to stop this.” He weakly orders.

Luke looks at him with faux innocence. “What appears to be the problem? I’m just doing something that comes naturally to everyone.” Luke says before leaning away from the waiter, and farting in his direction.

BBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHDDDDDDDDDD

The waiter winces and shakes his head, “Ugh, there’s nothing natural about that. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave?”

Luke nods, “Okay, well you asked and here is my answer.”

The waiter looks relieved as Luke stands up but it quickly turns to fear as Luke turns his back to him. Luke then bends over at the waist and places both hands on the seat of his chair. He then arches his back, and tilts his ass upwards, aiming it at the waiter's face. Luke takes a deep breath and grunts.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

12 seconds of putrid ass-wind bellows out of Luke’s rump. It has so much power that the waiter's hair and tie flap wildly as if they were plastic-bags caught in a twister.

As Luke’s fart comes to a sputtering end the waiter’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls to the ground, unconscious. I can understand why. The stench of Luke’s sulfuric ass gas is thick around us, but in my case, I love it.

Suddenly, two people come running up to our table. I notice it's the two burly staffers who escorted us out of the restaurant last year. They’re bigger than me but the new Luke dwarfs the two.

Luke keeps his back to them as they run up to us. When they’re a few feet away, Luke cocks his right leg, closes one eye, and bites his bottom lip.

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Luke rips a low, greasy-sounding fart. The two staffers accidentally run right into Luke’s fresh and toxic fart cloud. The two fall to their knees, dry-heaving. 

“Ah, we won’t be having any of that, this time. This time, my ass will be escorting you two to dreamland.” Luke explains as he takes a few steps backwards, backing his weaponized bum in front of one of the kneeling staffers’ faces.

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Luke blasts the man’s face with a 7 second, trumpeting fart. The man’s body spasms for a moment before he passes out.

Luke swivels his hips, pointing his ass in the other guy’s face. “Your turn” Luke says before grunting.

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Luke rips two back-to-back grumbling farts in the second man’s face, and just like his friend, he’s knocked unconscious. 

Luke gives me a cheeky grin as he notices my hard-on. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the show babe because the Beast isn’t done yet.”

Luke looks towards the back and I follow his gaze. I see a man's face peeking through the door that leads to the kitchen. The face quickly slips out of view.

Luke gives me a wink and says, “Be right back babe. Hope this keeps you entertained while I’m gone.” With that, Luke gives himself a slight wedgie, making the seam of his pants slip deeper in between his ample mounds. He then backs his ass into my face, since I’m still sitting in my chair.

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Luke sighs in relief before walking away, leaving me with his putrid fart. I can’t help but leer at his ass in those form-fitting slacks as he walks away. His thick globes jiggle and clap against each other as he moves. Fuck, I want Luke to just throw me onto the table and take me right here and now.

Luke enters the kitchen and I hear a slight commotion going on in there. After a minute or two, Luke comes back out and he’s not alone. He has a guy by the back of the neck, and he's leading him towards me.

“Look, I remember you from last year, please forgive me. That man was a restaurant critic so I had to seat him.” The guy babbles. I remember him; this is the owner.

When they’re standing within a few feet of me, Luke shoves him to his knees. He then steps in front of him, putting his muscled ass in his face. The owner looks like he’s seconds away from having a panic attack.

Luke unceremoniously shoves the guy’s face into his butt, smothering him in all that ass meat. 

“HGH… Because of what you did a year ago, the Beast has no forgiveness to give. But I have plenty of farts to share… NGH”

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“Say goodbye to your restaurant and your sense of smell because my booty’s killing both of them tonight.”

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“You should be thanking the Beast. Usually you're cooking for others, but now, the Beast is cooking up a feast for you. Now open wide and... FGH... EAT MY FARTS!... UGH” 

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My juggernaut-of-a-husband destroys the disckish owner's face with a plethora of monstrous farts. The owner’s struggling becomes weaker with every fart Luke rips in his face.  Luke's last fart is insane; it lasts over two minutes.  

Luke releases his grip on the owner’s head, and thrusts his ass back, butt-checking his unconscious body to the floor. 

Luke’s never looked so hot. Unconscious bodies lying by his feet, and his noxious, slightly visible, brown fumes swirling around him. 

Luke offers me his arm, with a crooked grin. “Let's go home Johnny, the Beast is finished here. I’ve turned this place into a biohazard and these guys will stink of my farts for the next couple of months, haha.”

I slam into Luke and start kissing him in desperation. “Fuck Luke, I want you so bad.” I practically plead. 

Luke grabs my right ass cheek in his big mitt, and squeezes hard. “Don’t worry, the Beast is taking you back to his lair right now. Very soon, you'll be impaled and riding on Beast Jr, all night long” Luke growls as he steers us out of his self-made wasteland.

As we step into the cool night air, a cop car pulls up in front of us. The driver side window rolls down, revealing a chuckling cop. “Hey, maybe you two can help me? We got a weird complaint about some guy in there who won’t stop farting, haha. Is any of that true?” 

Luke gives him a sly grin, “Actually it's true” the cop looks intrigued as Luke continues, “I don’t know who the mystery farter was but I can give you a big clue.” Luke quickly spins around and backs his bubbly posterior through the car window and into the cop's face.

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Luke rips a 6 second, roaring fart, point-blank in the officer's face. The officer's face turns red and he paws at his neck as if he’s choking. He makes a few wet gurgling sounds before he slumps in his seat, unconscious.

“Luke” I hiss angrily, making him snicker.

“Oh relax, it's too dark out here, he didn’t see our faces. And don’t lie, it turns you on when the Beast knocks someone out with his powerful gas.” To prove his point, he palms my hard-on through my pants, making me moan.

“Heh, that’s what I thought.” he preens.

Luke walks me to the passenger-side door of his truck. When I go to open the door, Luke spins me towards him and pins me in between himself and his truck. I laugh, enjoying his roughness, but it turns into a gasp when I see that his eyes are glowing purple.

“Relax John, it's me, the original Luke. See, I told you she was a real witch.” He says pridefully.

My jaw drops. Holy shit!  That magic potion from last night. It actually worked!

Suddenly I start to feel guilty. Where has old Luke been? Has he been a prisoner inside this new Luke all along?  

Luke takes my chin in between his finger and thumb and makes me look into his glowing eyes. 

“Hey, stop thinking like that. I’m still me, but now I’m the version of me that I want to be. I’m so happy you’re having fun with the new me. Ha, I never pegged you as a fart-lover” He says with a sly grin, making me blush.

“In a few seconds baby, you’re going to be the only person who remembers the old me. I know I’ve changed a lot but I still love you. I always have and always will.” Luke promises. His glowing eyes filling with tears.

I nod before pressing my forehead against his. “And I you. We’re soulmates.” We kiss. It both feels like a goodbye, and the start of something new. 

We pull away and Luke shakes his head. His eyes are back to being blue. 

“Woah, musta had a brain fart. Oh hang on Johnny, here comes a booty one.” Luke spins around and pins me to the truck with his ass.

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Luke rips a 7 second fart on me. It reeks of sulfur and puts me in a coughing fit. Luke sighs in relief as he rubs his butt against me. 

Luke opens my door and sits me in the passenger’s seat. Instead of closing the door, Luke steps up onto the running board of the truck, putting his hefty bulge right in my face.

Luke grabs the back of my head and forces my face into his bulge. Then he starts humping my face.

“Feel that baby? That’s going to be railing you within an inch of your life, when we get home. And after that, I’m gonna sit on your face and keep farting until you pass-out. And every time you wake up tonight, I'm gonna fuck or fart you back to sleep. My meat and ass are gonna keep you prisoner, in our bed, all night long baby, hehe.” Luke taunts as he keeps humping my face. 

“Oh, here comes a sample of what you’re in store for.”

While keeping a hand on the back of my head, Luke wheels around. His bulbous cakes are right in front of my face. I can smell his ass musk and lingering farts emitting from his crack.

Luke shoves my face into his ass, smothering me in his pillowy yet firm, bubbly cheeks. “In you go” he says before he starts grunting and straining.

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Smell of the doctor

I don’t know anything about the medical field or how hospitals work so please forgive my mistakes.

It's morning and I’m sitting at the kitchen table working on my laptop. I’m reviewing the presentation I’ll be giving at work today. So focused on this, I don’t take notice of the other person entering the kitchen. A hand cradles the back of my head and turns it. My vision is suddenly dominated by a wall of teal. Everything goes black as my face is shoved forward. Something big, bulbous, and pillwoy covers my face.

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A 5 second explosion goes off in my face, making my ears ring. My face warms up and the stench of rotten fish and onions fills my nose. 

Although this was a surprise, I’m used to this.  My boyfriend of four years, Carlos, is always gassy and loves to fart in peoples’ faces. But I’m his favorite target. With us living together, a day doesn’t go by where he doesn’t fart in my face an insane number of times. 

Carlos pulls my face out of his bubble butt. As I’m coughing on his fart still lingering up my nostrils, I can’t help but stare at his big ass being contained in his nurse scrubs. It’s like he has two throw-pillows stuffed in the back of his pants.

Carlos keeps his grip on the back of my head, keeping my face inches away from his ass crack. He gives his glutes a quick flex and once they relax he rips a small but smelly poot in my face.

“Ah, can’t let you go without your daily dosage of my ass gas.” Carlos teases as he lets go of my head and walks towards the fridge. My presentation is practically forgotten as I stare hungrily at his bubbly ass. His meaty globes bounce and jiggle with his every step. Carlos has a big, beautiful ass but the farts he loves to dish out are brutal. Since we first met, he didn’t keep it a secret that he was gonna fart on me a lot. Honestly, it helped me fall in love with him faster.

I look at my smartwatch and see it's time for me to head out. I walk up behind Carlos, and give him a kiss on the cheek. I see he’s toasting himself a bagel before his shift at the hospital. 

I turn to leave but Carlos coughs, gaining my attention. I turn to him. He braces his hands on the counter and arches his back, sticking his fat ass out. 

“I received a kiss goodbye but where’s Dr. Booty’s?” Ever since we first met, he always jokingly referred to his ass as Dr. Booty. Me and his friends’ faces know Dr. Booty all too well.

Carlos looks back at me over his shoulder with an arched eyebrow. “Timothy, you’re not leaving until you show Dr. Booty some love. Now you can do it willingly or I’ll come over there, tackle you to the ground, and sit on your face. The choice is yours.” Carlos challenges. 

I decide to poke the proverbial bear. “I-I’d like to s-see you try” I stutter out.

Carlos gives me a dark, wolfish grin. “The doctor is in” He says ominously, as he quickly strides up to me. As he nears me I remember how we first met.

FOUR YEARS AGO

I can’t believe my unfortunate luck. Me and my friends just graduated from college and to celebrate we went on a skiing trip. Unfortunately for me, on the last day, I broke my leg going down the slope. Now I’ll be stuck in this hospital bed for a week. Thank god I’m still on my parents' health insurance.

It’s my first night here and I’m bored and not too sleepy.

My attention is drawn to the nurses station located just outside of my room. Two male nurses are talking side-by-side there. They’re both fit guys who look around my age. As they talk I learn that the one with short black hair is Carlos and Josh is the one with short blonde hair.

“Hmm, I’m worried about Mr. Holland. I think the Doc should take a look at him.” Carlos says as he looks over some papers.

At first Josh nods but then he looks at Carlos with confusion. “Mr. Holland? Which patient has the same last name as me?”

Carlos smirks at him. “It is you dumbass. Dr. Booty will see you now.” Carlos swivels his hips and presses his butt against Josh’s side.

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Carlos rips a 5 second fart on Josh. It happens a few yards away from me but I hear it loud and clear. In fact I’m sure everyone on this floor heard that.

Josh groans and leaves the station with his hand covering his nose, after calling Carlos a ‘dick’, making Carlos laugh.

Carlos turns around and sees that I was watching all of that. He steps into my room with a sheepish smile. 

He looks over my information before saying, “Sorry about that Mr. Steiner. I assure you that even after what you just saw, me, Josh, and Dr. Lincoln got you covered. That was just me messing with my best bro. Oh I’m your nurse, Carlos, by the way.”

“Hi, you can just call me Tim, Carlos. And there’s no need to apologize, my bros love messing with me too.”

This eases Carlos and he genuinely smiles.

“Though this ‘Dr. Booty’ thing is new to me.” I add.

Carlos shrugs with a chuckle. “I’ve always been a gassy boy and I love to fart on a bud. You know how it is.”

I don’t know why I feel embarrassed or am honest with him. “Well I actually don’t. I’ve never been farted on in my life.”

At first, Carlos looks shocked, but then a lopsided grin forms on his face. “Well lucky for you Tim, the best in the game is about to pop your face-farting cherry.”

Carlos walks to the side of my bed, and declines it so it’s completely horizontal and my head is at his waist level. Carlos wheels around and my eyes widen at the sight of his insanely plump ass. It's so big; each of his cheeks are bigger than my head.

Carlos shuffles backwards and says, “The doctor will see you now.” Next thing I know, my face is sinking in his scrub-clad, blubbery ass. 

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Carlos rips a 7 second, growler-of-a-fart in my face that has my whole upper body vibrating. It reeks of rotten eggs and wet trash, and has me coughing.

I try to pull my face away from his ass but Carlos grabs the back of my head, keeping my face in place. “No-no, your appointment with Dr. Booty isn’t done yet. I got one more for ya… HGH”

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Carlos rips two back-to-back farts in my face, that stink just as bad as his first one. Carlos sighs in relief while keeping my face smothered is his ass.

“Ah, hehe, hold on, I’m not letting ya out just yet. Let's let my butt stink marinate.” Carlos teases as he rocks his ass on my face, grinding his fart into my pores.

Carlos finally lets my head out of his butt and I gasp for semi-fresh air. Carlos heads to leave. Just before he reaches the door, he looks back at me, over his shoulder, with an impish smirk.

“Hope you're ready, man. You’ll be getting constant visits, every night, from Dr. Booty while you’re here. We’re buds now after all.” Carlos taunts. He gives his butt a slap, making his meaty cheeks jiggle. Carlos snickers as he exits my room.

Once Carlos is gone, I notice I’m hard beneath my gown, and for the past couple of minutes I was ignoring the dull pain coming from my slung-up, broken leg. 

True to his word, Carlos returns again to fart in my face one more time. I fall asleep after. I assume he didn’t fart on me when I was sleeping. When I wake up, it’s morning.

NEXT NIGHT

It's my second night in the hospital. I’m lying in bed watching a crappy movie on the flat-screen mounted on the wall, in the corner of the room.

My attention goes to the nurses station outside my room when I hear talking. Carlos is talking with who I assume is Dr. Lincoln. It sounds like Carlos is giving the doctor an overview of his patients.

Dr. Lincoln nods. “Great work Carlos.” Lincoln gives Carlos a playful grin. “Now if you could stop farting on Josh constantly, you’d be perfect. I swear you’re gonna kill the kid.”

Carlos laughs, “Nonsense, Josh loves my farts and working alongside Dr. Booty. Come on Doc, who wouldn't?” Carlos spins around and twerks his ass at Lincoln, making his bubbly mounds bounce and clap against each other.

Lincoln scoffs, “I'm pretty sure I’m the only certified doctor on this floor, at the moment, Carlos.” he replies, dryly.

Carlos grins at Lincoln, over his shoulder, as he teasingly grabs the waistband of his scrubs, but doesn’t pull them down. “Well Doc, you could take a look at Dr. Booty's credentials. Just stuff your face in between my butt cheeks and take a gander.” 

Lincoln rolls his eyes and swats the back of Carlos’ head with a folder. “Back to work.” he orders before walking off.

I focus back on the tv, feeling my face heating up.

A few minutes later, I catch movement in my peripheral vision. I turn my head and my eyes widen. I can only stare as Carlos backs his huge ass into my face. I slowly feel my face sinking into his pillowy cheeks, smothering me. Carlos’ glutes flex against my face and then relax.

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Carlos rips two short but loud farts in my face, making me cough on his skunky vapors.

Carlos sighs in relief before spinning around, sporting a lopsided grin. “Ah, what's up bud? Dr. Booty saw you were awake and decided to give you your daily dosage of ass gas. Trust me, it works wonders.”

“Sorry for sort of eavesdropping earlier, but I gotta ask. Would you’ve really farted on your superior?” I question.

Carlos winks at me. “It wouldn’t have been the first time I farted on him. It doesn't matter what position a person I consider a friend holds, they're Dr. Booty's patient just like the rest.” Carlos gives me a devious little grin. “Speaking of which, Josh's in need of a check-up for tattle-telling on Dr. Booty"

I frown as Carlos grabs a chair from the corner and pulls it just in front of the open door. “Hey Josh, can you come in here for a second? I need your opinion on something.” Carlos calls out. Josh replies with “Sure”. 

Carlos quickly steps up on the chair with his back to the door. He bends at the knees, sticking his butt out. Josh walks into the room and comes face-to-face with Carlos’ scrubs-covered, bulbous backside.

Carlos scrunches up his face and…

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Carlos rips a 6 second grumbling fart in Josh’s face. Josh steps back and starts gagging. Carlos sighs in relief as he fans his fart-stink towards Josh.

“Ah, have a smell of that. That’s what you get for crying to Dr. Lincoln about me farting on you.” 

Josh rolls his watery eyes. “I wasn’t telling on you, I was just complaining to him as a friend earlier, after our shift, while we were having breakfast at Ihop.”

Carlos frowns at that. He reaches back, grabs the top of Josh’s head, and pulls his face into his bubble butt.

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Carlos rips a squeaky 4 second fart in Josh’s face, that puts him in a coughing fit. “Ah, and that's for not inviting me along for breakfast. Oh, I’m definitely farting on Lincoln the next time we’re alone.” Carlos says, sounding annoyed.

Josh walks out, angrily grumbling to himself. 

What the hell? Watching all that has me aroused. 

“Jeez, do you brutally fart on him like that all the time? No wonder he complained.” I joke, trying to ignore this strange feeling.

After getting off the chair and putting it back in the corner, Carlos gives me a coy grin, looking back at me over his shoulder.

“Oh, are you jealous there, Tim?” I know he’s teasing but his question makes me blush. “If you are, there’s no need to be. You got another appointment with Dr. Booty right now.” Carlos takes a few, quick, long strides backwards, bringing his titanic backside within a few inches of my face.

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Carlos unleashes a 25 second long, monster-of-a-fart, point-blank in my face. It's so powerful that it blows my hair back. It’s also so strong that it has his blubbery mounds rippling, and the seat of his scrubs flapping

My eyes are watering and I’m nearly coughing out a lung. Carlos sighs in relief as he wafts his lingering colon fumes towards my face.

“Ah, that should cure your little case of envy.” Carlos cheekily adds before leaving my room. 

All through the night I fall asleep and wake back up. When I’m awake Carlos makes sure to fart on me but we also talk. I enjoy talking and getting to know this insanely gassy and handsome night-shift nurse.

NEXT NIGHT

I’m really tired and out of it tonight. A lot of work was done on my leg today. Apparently it wasn’t healing correctly, but they were able to set it right.

I’m lying in bed, wondering when Carlos and Dr. Booty will be stopping by, when intense pain starts throbbing through my broken leg. I start screaming.

Seconds later, Carlos, Dr. Lincoln, and Josh run into my room. They ask what’s wrong? Still screaming, I tell them about the immense pain coming from my leg.

They look me over, and Josh says, “Of course, that idiot Keith forgot to refill his morphine before his shift ended.” 

Carlos growls. “Incompetent moron, I’m gonna butt nuke his eyebrows off the next time I see him.”

“Carlos you’ve got my permission to fart his face to hell. I’m tired of us having to fix his messes when we start our shifts.” Dr. Lincoln chimes in.

I’m barely paying attention because of the pain.

“Quick Josh, go get a sedative for Mr. Steiner!” Dr. Lincoln orders.

Carlos butts in, “No time, I’ve got this.”

Carlos walks up to the head of my bed, turns around, and jumps back, planting his ass on my face. My pain-filled groaning is muffled by his meaty slabs. 

I immediately panic, trying to shove him off, but he's staying firm, sitting on my face.

“Calm yourself Mr. Steiner. Just let my butt put you to sleep and we’ll help with the pain.”

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I fruitlessly try to displace his meaty cheeks covering my face, but his ass fat pours through my fingers, recovering my nose and mouth. And he keeps farting.

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Every fart he rips, poisons my lungs more and more. My struggling is becoming more sluggish by the second and my consciousness is fading. 

“That’s it Tim, stop resisting my farts and let them put you to sleep. Those are Dr. Booty’s orders… NGH”

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Carlos’ last fart is a juggernaut and more than enough to knock me out. My consciousness stood no chance against his skunky barrage of butt rockets.

I come to, finding Carlos fiddling with the IV bag next to my bed. He smiles down at me when he sees I’m awake.

“Hey bud, you’ve been out over half my shift, how are you feeling?”

“Better than before, the pain is mostly gone.” I reply.

Carlos frowns and shakes his head. “Yeah, Keith’s been let go. This isn’t the first time he’s done something like this. I only wish I would’ve farted on him like crazy, the last time I saw him.”

“Yeah, well since we’re talking about you farting, um thank you for knocking me out so quickly.” After saying this, my face is beet red.

Carlos smirks at me. “Dr. Booty is always happy to help.” 

Carlos bends down to whisper in my ear. “And don’t worry, I’m the only one who noticed you were hard when I knocked you out.” 

Completely embarrassed, I stare forward, not wanting to make eye contact with Carlos. Because of this, I fail to notice him bringing his butt right up to the side of my face.

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Carlos vents a 5 second fart, warming my left cheek. The sulfuric stench has me cringing. 

“Ah, me and Dr. Booty will check on you soon, Tim” As Carlos leaves, I watch his thick cakes bounce with his every step.

So my crush knows I have a thing for his farts. Terrific.

NEXT NIGHT

Today has been nice. All through the day friends and family have been coming to visit me and signing my cast. 

“Hey Tim” I turn my head and see Carlos standing in the doorway. But instead of scrubs, he’s wearing a leather jacket, a white t-shirt, and jeans.

I’m a bit confused, Carlos is here a little earlier than usual. “Hey Carlos, aren’t you here early? And where are your scrubs?” I ask.

“My shift doesn’t start until an hour from now. I know you’ll be released tomorrow morning so I came in early, when I’m not on the job, to ask you something.”

With a cocky smirk and swagger, Carlos strolls up to my bed. “Tim, when you leave tomorrow and are no longer a patient here, could I take you out on a date?” He asks with a confidence I wish I had.

“Yes, I’d love that” I nearly scream, barely able to contain my excitement. “Uh, and you're cool, with… how much I enjoy your um gas?” I ask, hesitantly.”

Carlos grins wolfishly, “Oh Tim, my farts are what chased off my previous boyfriends. I don’t hold back farting around and on them. In fact I love it. Because of this I think you, me, and Dr. Booty are a perfect match. I hope you're cool with a polyamorous relationship?” 

Carlos waggles his eyebrows making me laugh. “Ha, I think I’d like that. Um I hope it's cool that I’ll be using crutches for a bit.”

Still wolfishly grinning, Carlos says, “That’s in fact a great thing. That means, for a time, you can’t run away when I’m gonna fart on ya. And that’s gonna be a lot.” Carlos teases, making me blush.

Carlos makes his way down the bed until he’s standing in front of my healing leg. “I see quite a few people have signed your cast. I believe Dr. Booty wants to sign it as well.”

I hold my breath as Carlos turns around. He slowly and gently backs up, sinking my casted leg into his enormously big rump; nearly half of my leg is consumed in his ass fat.

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Carlos releases a slow, rumbling, 15 second fart against my leg. It warms the inside of my cast. The smell of rotten eggs and onions fills the room.

“Ah, I hope you enjoy the smell, Dr. Booty’s signature will be staying on your cast for a while, hehe.”

Carlos snickers seeing my face redder than before. “Ha, too easy. Make sure you're free next Friday night. You've got a date with me and Dr. Booty.”

“I’ll see you later, you're still in need of your multiple, daily doses of Dr. Booty’s ass gas.” Carlos teases as he gets ready to leave.

I stop him before he goes. I grab my phone off the side-table and offer it to him. “Here, text yourself, so we can have each other’s number.”

Carlos does this. Once he’s done, he smirks, not handing back my phone. The mischievous glint in his eyes tells me he’s up to something. 

Carlos turns his back to me, pulls open the waistband of his jeans, and drops my phone into the back of them. He then spreads his legs, bends at the knees, and arches his back, sticking his ass out. In this stance, his enormous backside is stretching his jeans to their limit. I can see the outline of my phone through his jeans, in front of his ass crack.

Carlos puts his hands on his knees and starts grunting and straining through clenched teeth. 

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A 45 second, behemoth-of-a-fart, thunders out of Carlos’ ass, leaving me in shock. Thankfully the door is closed and no one came in while he was releasing that monster.

Carlos sighs in relief and wipes the beads of sweat forming on his brow. He digs my phone out of the back of his jeans and tosses it to me with a wink.

“Thanks to the milkshake I had earlier, that fart should linger on your phone until next Friday. That puppy should help you until you see Dr. Booty again, next week.” Carlos gives his butt a slap, making his meaty globes wobble, and then leaves.

I never thought I’d think this, but I’m happy I broke my leg.

When Carlos’ shift starts, he makes sure to fart on a different part of my body every time he checks up on me, and saves my face for last. He also farts on Josh and Dr. Lincoln several times, at the nurses station, where I can see it. He gives me a private wink everytime he does this. 

It’s nearly midnight when he enters my room again. He walks straight up to my head and spins around. He reaches back and grabs the back of my head, pulling me in, drowning my face in a sea of his ass meat. 

“In you go, Tim. Dr. Booty’s about to administer your medicine… NGH”

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Carlos unleashes a 45 second, monstrous fart, point-blank in my face. The stench of digested meat and sulfur attacks my nose, overwhelming me. I don’t know if he planned this, but he knocks me out with a fart again. And I go out with a smile.

NEXT FRIDAY NIGHT

It's been a week since I’ve been discharged from the hospital. I’m still getting used to using crutches so instead of going out, Carlos and I are having a date at my place. I’ve got pizza and beer and we’re gonna watch a movie.

I receive a text.

Dr. B: I’m here

I grab a crutch and make my way to the front door. 

I open the door with a smile, but it immediately vanishes. 

Carlos’ wearing a pink polo shirt tucked into his jeans. I'm greeted to the sight of Carlos facing away from me, bent over at the waist with his ass aimed right at me.

He's looking at me, over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. He doesn’t say a word, he just scrunches up his face and hikes up his right leg.

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Carlos launches and envelopes me in an eggy fart cloud. I cough some and stumble a little on my crutch.

Carlos quickly spins around and lifts me, bridal style. He steps inside and closes the door with his foot. He looks down at me guiltily as he carries me to the couch. 

“Wow, you literally fell in love with my surprise fart attack, huh?” Carlos teases.

“You, me, Dr. Lincoln, and Josh all know how bad your farts can be.” I defend myself as he sits me on the couch and takes a seat next to me.

Carlos snickers, “Hehe, ain’t that the truth. Dr. Booty could cover the entire planet in my farts within a day, making fresh air a thing of the past. Ya’ll are just lucky that I’m such a nice guy.” I know he's just kidding, but thinking of him actually doing something like that is so hot.

Carlos must be able to tell what I’m thinking because he gives me a sex-filled, little grin. He’s got me blushing once again.

“So, um, what movie do y-you wanna wa-watch?” I ask, stumbling over my words. 

“We could watch a movie now, or...” He trails off.

“Or what?” 

Carlos stands up and starts undoing his pants. 

“You know what I’ve been dying to do to you all last week but couldn’t because you were my patient?”

I shake my head tentatively.

“I’ve been dying to fart in your face, bare-assed. Interested?” Carlos asks with a cocked eyebrow.

Mouth dry as a desert, all I can do is nod. Carlos' signature, wolfish grin morphs on his lips.

Carlos steps in front of me, with his back to me. He shoves down his jeans and boxers, freeing his big, bubbly butt. His huge fleshy moons bounce and wobble just a foot in front of my face. 

“Say hello Timmy, you’re seeing Dr. Booty in the flesh.” Carlos cups the bottom of both of his globes and makes them jiggle in front of my face.

Carlos leans forward and reaches back, spreading his cheeks, revealing his winking butthole. 

Carlos quickly shuffles backwards, lodging my face in between his bare cheeks. His cheeks are clamping down on the sides of my head and his asshole is kissing the tip of my nose.

“Hey Tim, did you know that Dr. Booty makes house calls?... GHH”

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“It's been over a week and Dr. Booty wants to take a long, close look at ya… FGH”

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“Open that nose Timmy. It's time for Dr. Booty to administer his self-brewed medicine. It does wonders for a healing fart-slut… NGH”

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Carlos bombards my face with a barrage of thunderous farts. All I can breathe in is the stink of rotten eggs and ass musk, and I love it. With a wet schlorp, Carlos pulls my face out of his ass; I’m dripping with his butt sweat. I’m a coughing mess, gasping for air.

Carlos peers back at me with an impish smirk. “So what do ya think Tim? You finished or do ya wanna spend more time with Dr. Booty? Hmm?” 

“I wouldn’t mind… spending more time with… Dr. Booty.” I huff out through gasping breaths.

“Heh, careful Timmy, I’m starting to think you like Dr. Booty more than me.”

Carlos steps up backwards, onto the couch, planting his feet on either sides of my thighs. He then squats slightly, aligning my face with his ass. Carlos thrusts his bubbly rump back, against my face, trapping my head in between it and the headrest of the couch. He then spreads his cheeks and consumes my face within his voluptuous ass. This time, Carlos doesn't stop til my nostrils are buried deep in his hole.

“Uh-oh, it looks like you're in need of immediate surgery. Those nose hairs need to be removed, stat. No worries, you're in Dr. Booty's capable hands. UGH... Or cheeks in his case… NGHH”

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Over the next four years we become closer and Carlos farts on me more and more. We become a couple, buy a home together, and just got married. 

Carlos is now farting on me at least 30 times a day, and that’s low balling it. It's scary to think that a normal person farts about 12 times a day.  

PRESENT DAY

My reminiscing is ended by Carlos gently tackling me to the floor. He straddles my chest backwards, lording his titanic bum over my face.

“Carlos no, I-I’ve got to get going.” I complain weakly.

“You know better than to challenge Dr. Booty, babe. Mess with the bull, you get the horns. And you know how loud and smelly Dr. Booty’s horn is.”

Carlos reaches back and pulls down the waistband of his scrubs. His pillowy moons pour out of their confines and wobble ominously above my face.

“Carlos I-” Carlos silences me by sitting on my face; burying my face deep in between his thick cakes.

“NGH… Hope you’re ready babe. Dr. Booty will see you now… UGH”

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Smell of his true nature

I’m feeling excited, scared and horny at this very moment. Me and my husband, Mason, are standing in the doorway waving goodbye to his parents who were staying with us for the past week. It’s 6am as they get into an Uber that’s taking them to the airport.  

Mason and I love each other but Mason is very dominant, controlling, and possessive when it comes to me, especially in our own home. With his parents staying with us for the past week, he had to reel in his true nature, but that ends now. 

As soon as they’re gone and he shuts the door, Mason shoves me to my knees and then spins around. Mason’s massively big, bubble butt, draped in black compression shorts, is within a foot of my face. Each of his meaty cheeks are bigger than my entire head.

 All Mason’s wearing now is black exercise shorts since he’s about to work out in our basement gym. Mason’s part owner of an intense cross-fit gym, so he exercises religiously.

As Mason reaches back and grabs the back of my head, he growls, "The fact that you've been breathing fresh air for a whole week in my home; the fact that you've been walking around all week, smelling fresh and clean is unacceptable. It's and insult to me and to my booty. I will not let this stand." With a powerful tug, Mason buries my face in his fleshy yet hard backside. Even though Mason’s a health fanatic, he’s always had a thick layer of fat covering his butt.

I hear Mason take a deep breath and then…

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Mason rips a plethora of trumpeting farts point-blank in my face. Mason’s particular brand of sulfur mixed with rotten fish, fills my nose, putting me in a coughing fit.

When it’s just the two of us in our home, Mason’s constantly farting on me and bossing me around. He loves forcing his dominance over me. He says that me stinking of his farts attests to that I’m his. 

Yes, we have a dom/sub relationship; it’s a dynamic that we both enjoy. But we still love each other immensely. I can remember all the times someone was being a dick or flirted with me in Mason's presence. Everytime, I had to pull him off before he farted on the guy to death. Because of his possessiveness, we’ve been kicked out of several establishments. Mason makes sure to show his unhappiness by fart-boxing the entire inside of the place. He did this a few years back, in a Greek restaurant. The place was shut down a month later. Mason always brags about that.

I’m pulled back to the present as Mason pulls me head away from his ass and stands me up. He brings his nose close to my face and takes a deep inhale. He gives an approving growl. “GGGR, good you’re starting to smell like mine again.”

Mason then spins me around and gives me a hard slap on the ass, making me yelp and stumble forward. 

“Go makes us breakfast while I do my morning work-out.” Mason orders.

I give Mason a nod and head towards the kitchen. Mason follows me since the door to the basement is in the kitchen. I enter the kitchen and head towards the refrigerator. As Mason passes me, he suddenly stops, and presses his bubbly rump against my side. He hikes up his right leg and grunts.

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Mason rips another, beefy fart on me. He sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against me, grinding the stench in.

“Mine” He declares before walking down into the basement. 

As I make our breakfast, I hear Mason's grueling work-out routine coming from the basement.

I make us scrambled egg-whites, turkey bacon, and whole wheat pancakes. I set our plates in our designated spots at the dining room table and then start making Mason’s protein shake.

I finish making Mason’s protein shake just as he returns from the basement. He’s dripping with sweat and his muscles are insanely pumped. Without a word he takes his shake from me and starts drinking it as he heads to the dining-room. I follow him like an obedient puppy. My eyes are locked on his bubble butt as it jiggles with his every step. 

In the dining-room, instead of heading towards his seat, Mason walks up to my spot and moves the chair out of the way. Mason then turns around and backs up until his thighs are pressed against the edge of the table, and his ample rump is protruding over my plate of food. Looking me straight in the eyes while chugging his shake, Mason… pppphhhhtststststsststsss

Mason rips a low-pitched, wet-sounding fart, coating my food in his ass gas.

Mason pulls his cup away and sighs in relief. He scratches his sweaty abs with a shit-eating grin painted on his face.

Mason then narrows his eyes, before turning his back to me, showing-off his sweaty, shorts-clad, muscular ass. He then snaps his fingers and points to his butt.

Immediately understanding, I drop to my knees and plant my face against his sweaty ass.

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Mason rips a wet fart point-blank in my face. I’m coughing and my eyes are stinging as I desperately huff up his raunchy butt vapors.

Mason stands me back up and gives my ass another smack. “There’s your favorite syrup. My nasty butt-stink. No need to thank me.” Mason teases.

Before heading to his seat, Mason juts out his ass, pressing it against my waist, and farts. My seat is now in the center of one of Mason’s infamous fart clouds.

My eyes are watering and I keep coughing into my hand as I sit down in my chair. Mason sits in his chair with a cocky smirk, enjoying my reaction.

I remain hard as we eat. My every breath is tainted with his fumes and my every bite tastes like his butt funk.

When we’re finished, Mason’s still all sweaty.

With a smirk, Mason scoots his chair back and crooks his finger. “Come here” he orders.

Not hesitating, I get up and round the table, standing before him. He gives his tree-trunk of a thigh a smack. “Sit down” he commands.

I immediately sit down, straddling his hard-as-hell quad.

“As always, that was a great breakfast and I think you deserve a reward. Before I take a shower, how about a taste of my glorious, sweaty body?”

Mason grabs the back of my head with his right hand and lifts his left arm up, involuntarily flexing his huge bicep, and revealing his sweaty armpit. 

“Clean Me!” Mason roars as he plunges my face into his sweaty armpit.

I quickly start lapping at his sweat-drenched, hairy pit. Mason growls in approval. “Grrr, that’s it. Clean my nasty pit. Taste my manliness.”

My face and tongue are coated with his pit sweat as he viciously rubs my face in it, and I love every second of it. 

“Now the other one!” Mason hisses.

He shoves my face into his other pit and I get to work. I work my tongue all over his forest of sopping pit fur, guzzling down his salty sweat. 

“Fuck yeah, your face and tongue are my favorite sweat rags.” He rumbles.

Once he’s satisfied, Mason pulls me out of his pit and takes a look at me. My face is red and drenched in his sweat. “You look fucking hot with your face covered in my sweat. You’ll look even hotter later on, when your face is dripping with my load.” Mason teases with a sly grin. His words have me throbbing.

I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck as Mason stands, easily holding me. He wraps my legs around his waist and he walks us out of the room. “I need a shower and you're going to wash me.” 

Mason casually strolls us to the bathroom, demonstrating that my weight is nothing to him. Even in the bathroom, he continues to carry me as he tests the temperature of the water and starts the shower. He knows his display of strength is turning me on. To rile me up even further he bounces his pecs with a cocky half-smile.

Finally he sets me down. Then he turns his back to me before pulling down his sweaty shorts. He lets his shorts fall and pool around his feet, revealing his big and fleshy moons. His globes jiggle as he tosses his sweaty shorts into the nearby hamper with his foot.

Mason opens the glass door to our shower but pauses as he lifts his leg up to step inside. He gives me a cheeky grin, over his shoulder, and…

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He rips a strong, bubbly fart that has his bare cheeks flapping. The steam from the shower intensifies the stench of rotten eggs and digested meat that quickly fills our bathroom.

“Get in here. It's time to wash your Muscle God.” Mason commands, still sporting the same cheeky grin.

In a second, I’m naked as Mason and joining him in the shower. 

Mason stands in the middle of the shower and does nothing. I grab the loofah and soap and start washing his ripped body from head to toe. 

To tease me, Mason flexes every muscle that I give attention to as I wash him. And dammit, it's working.

I’ve washed every part of his body except for one place. The last place is in between his thick cheeks. I’m on my knees face-to-face with his bubble butt. 

For the first time, since I started washing him, Mason speaks. “Wash my ass with your face.” He orders.

I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip, willing myself not to cum.

With both hands, I part his brawny slabs, revealing his fur-surrounded pucker.

I insert my face inside, my nose immediately smelling his unwashed, manly, ass musk.

Mason grabs the back of my head, keeping my face in place, and starts swiveling his hips, whipping his sweaty hole all over my face. He then starts pooting in my face as he taunts me.

POOT “Your face is a damn good washing rag” POOT “Think I’ll be using your face like this everyday, from now on” POOT “First your face will clean my rancid-smelling pits” POOT “Then it’ll clean my eye-watering swamp crotch” POOT “And last but certainly not least, your face will clean my bio-hazard of an ass crack… GGH”

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Mason unleashes a barrage of poots in my face as he uses it to clean his ass in the shower. The eggy stench of his gas has my eyes watering. Mason ends with a huge fart that lasts 30 seconds and is very wet.

Mason pulls me out of his butt and I fall onto my ass, coughing on his intestinal vapors. With that Mason steps out of the still running shower. “Shower quick, you still need to dry me off” 

Before closing the glass shower door Mason says, “Shower in this too while you’re at it.” Mason pushes his ass out, into the shower and farts. He quickly closes the door, sealing me in the shower with his sulfuric butt bomb.

I take a quick 5 minute shower, ignoring my boner. It doesn’t really matter, I still smell and I’m pretty certain that Mason has more farts in store for me.

I get out of the shower and dry myself off, finding Mason’s gone. With a fresh towel I follow Mason’s wet footprints to the kitchen and find him making himself another protein shake.

Mason motions me over and I start drying off his body as he drinks his shake. 

With him facing the counter, away from me, I’m on my knees drying my way up his legs.

When I reach his voluptuous posterior, Mason snatches the towel out of my hands and wraps it around the back of my head. With a powerful tug he wedges my face in his ass crack. 

“You’ve been breathing in about 6 minutes of clean air. Now that ain’t right… HGH”

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Mason bombards my face with a series of gnarly butt burps. The smell is atrocious and I love it. I place my hands on his thighs, keeping my face in his ass.

After a few more farts I grumble as he pulls my face out of his crack. Grabbing a hold of the back of my head, Mason starts swinging his big ass from left to right, smacking my face with his bulbous cheeks. The hits are so hard that they knock me out of my trance. I look up and see Mason smirking down at me, over his shoulder. It seems that he’s been trying to get my attention.

“I said your phone is ringing, you might wanna get that.”

Coming to my senses, I do in fact hear my phone ringing in the other room.

I groan as I stand up. I go to leave but Mason grabs me by the waist and pulls me back. I then feel his big, warm mounds pressing against my lower back.

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“Ah, a quick reminder of who you belong to, hehe” Mason teases.

I roll my eyes when I pick up my phone and see it's work-related. I work in I.T. for a huge corporation. A lot of times I’m helping older higher-ups who aren’t well versed with computers. Even on Sundays, my day off, I sometimes get calls for tech support.

“I’ll be back in a bit” I tell Mason before heading to my small office area and answering the call. 

A few minutes later, I’m spinning in my office chair and bored as I walk Larry through the simple task of updating his computer. Even though the instructions are on the screen. 

I smile when Mason enters the room but it quickly falls when I notice his mischievous grin and that he’s still naked.

Mason swaggers up to me with his thick hard-on leading the way. When he’s standing in between my legs Mason wheels around, putting me face-to-face with his titanic rump. 

I try to keep my voice calm as I walk Larry through the process.

Mason reaches back, with both hands, and pulls apart his cheeks, revealing his hole. Mason then arches his back, bringing his toxic-spewing pucker within inches of my nose.

I watch as Mason’s asshole opens up and pushes out. The hair surrounding his hole flutters as a silent fart vents out and warms the tip of my nose. pssssssssss

My eyes are immediately watering and I’m holding back retching over the phone. The stench of raw sewage and rotten fish devastates my sense of smell.

Mason peers back at me with a broad, wolfish grin, letting me now that he isn’t finished. As I stay on the phone, Mason’s asshole keeps opening again and again, firing sbds point-blank in my face. 

Finally Larry says, "Ah my computer's back on, thank you Richard”

“No problem Mr. Thompson, have a nice day.” I reply with a slightly scratchy voice.

As soon as I end the call, Mason thrusts his hips back, swallowing my face up in between his mountainous globes. He releases his cheeks, letting them clamp around the sides of my face and make contact with the headrest of my chair, completely entombing my face within his huge ass.

With all his ass meat in the way, to me, his voice now sounds like it's underwater.

“Now that that call is over it's time for a reminder of who’s really the boss of you… FGH”

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“Heh, you lovin’ my farts?” BBFFPPP “Then by all means have some more” MMMRRDD “Yeah embrace my butt stink” PPVVVBB “Accept that my booty’s gonna make you smell like mine” RRRHHTT “What’s this? Are you struggling now?” psssss “Well too bad. You ain’t goin’ anywhere” PPOOFF “Take my farts… NGH”

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Mason unleashes an onslaught of hellish butt bombs right up my defenseless nose. As soon as one fart ends an even smellier one is forcing its way up my nostrils. With no way to escape, I succumb to Mason’s farting prowess and pass out.

LATER

I groan as I come to and things don’t feel right . Upon opening my eyes, I realize that I’m in our king-size bed. I can’t really move as I notice that all my limbs are tied to the posts of the bed.

But what really grabs my attention is that Mason is straddling my chest, facing me. He's completely naked; his hard thickness and bull balls are resting near my chin, and I feel his bulbous, bare cakes sitting on my chest.

I then realize a gas mask that covers my nose and mouth is strapped on my face. It's connected to a hose that ends in Mason's hand. He brings the end behind his back, and leans slightly forward. Mason narrows his eyes in concentration, guiding the tube into his asshole.

This item of Mason’s is no joke. It ensures that I have to breathe in every iota of his rancid fumes. I feel both scared and horny.

Mason scoots a bit forward, putting the head of his meat just above my lips.

Mason grins at the fear he sees in my eyes. “No need to be scared, baby. I’m just gonna fart. And if you recall, I said I'd be covering your face in more than just my sweat and gas.” Mason teases as he starts stroking his shaft.

Mason closes one eye and scrunches up his face.

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Mason rips a long, greasy fart that quickly flows through the tube and assaults my nose. It reeks of rotten eggs and onions. 

Mason is still working his schlong as he farts.

Mason laughs. “Haha, no worries babe, I’ve got more. I’ve got so much more… UGH”

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Mason starts stroking himself faster.

“Oh yeah, smell me. Smell who owns you! Smell my dominance!... HGH”

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Mason's breathing faster.

“Mmm, I love this. You trapped beneath me, and the only air you can breathe is coming from my ass. Thrive on my farts!... FGH”

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Mason begins thumbing the slit of his head as he continues stroking.

“You know you love this. You love choking on my farts. Choke on this big boy, bitch!”

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Mason pumps an endless series of monstrous farts right up my gas mask. All I can breathe is his poisonous fumes that are ravaging my lungs. The stench has me coming in my boxers and my body convulsing. 

Speaking of coming, once Mason's farting marathon is over, he rips off my gas mask. Mason's balls pull up and his length swells as he finishes himself to completion. With a roar, Mason splatters my face with shot after shot of his seed, drenching me.

A sweating and panting Mason falls forward, crushing and pinning my body beneath his bigger one. He lays his head next to mine, as we catch our breaths.

Through heavy breathing I say, “If you ever… call me ‘bitch’ again…  I’ll kick your ass.” making Mason snicker.

“Heh, sorry. How about dinner at your favorite Italian restaurant, next Friday, to make it up to you.” He proposes as he tosses the gas mask and hose to the floor.

“But if that one waiter tries flirting with you again, my booty’s gonna shut that place down like it did that Greek spot.” Mason sensual rumbles in my ear before giving my lobe a nip.

I groan from Mason's action but then I take in his words. Knowing that’s not an empty threat I try to plead to him. “Mason you can’t-”

Mason sits up, bearing his heavy mounds down onto my chest; silencing me by forcing the air out of my lungs. 

“I can and will if someone is sniffing around what’s mine”

His lips pull back into a cocky grin. “But lets be real, you’re fucking aching for me to shut down a place with my farts again. You love when I go on a farting rampage. Don’t lie.” Mason leans slightly to the left and closes one eye.

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Mason rips a 5 second fart on my chest. With him being bare-ass, I feel his stream of ass air warming my skin. 

And just like that, I’m hard again. “Ha, I knew it.” Mason cheers, triumphantly.

I grimace as I feel his seed cooling on my face. "Mason get off, I need to wash my face."

Mason's devilish grin fills me with unease. "No can do babe, I'm not finished. There are still parts of your face that are unmarked."

Mason starts jerking himself again. "You know how much I can come in one night babe. I'm just getting started painting your whole face with my jizz."

"Mason-" I try, but Mason scrunches up his face and farts on me.

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"Ah, who owns you? Who's in charge?" Mason demands in a growling voice.

"You do, sir" I breathlessly reply.

"Damn straight, but I think a week of slacking off has you forgetting your place. Which is beneath me, literally."

Mason spins around, and hovers his big ass inches above my face. With him squatting over my face, his cheeks part, giving me a view of his butt hole. It's right above my mouth. Mason's balls are bouncing between his legs telling me that he's still jerking himself off.

I watch as Mason's pucker opens up and pushes outward.

“For back-talking so much you've earned this punishment. Now open wide and… NGH… EAT MY FART!... UGH”

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Smell of truth

This story has two endings

After 5 years, it’s good to hang out with my small group of buds from high school, again. The seven of us are just chilling in my friend's apartment, which is located just under mine. We’re drinking beers on the floor and reminiscing. For laughs we decide to play truth or dare just like in the old days. 

It’s my turn and I chose truth.

Gavin grins and asks me. “Now be honest, do you have a crush on any of us?” 

Without hesitating I say, “Yes”

Excluding me, everyone here is straight. 

Before they can ask who, I say “I answered it, your turn Gavin.”

They groan and say that’s a cop-out, but I put the focus on Gavin.

Gavin thinks for a moment and picks dare.

“I dare you to let Bryce fart in your face.” I challenge him.

Bryce is our friend who’s always gassy, and loves nothing more than farting on people; especially us. Back in high-school, none of us could get through a school day without him Bryce Bombing our faces, at least once. He calls his farts Bryce Bombs because they’re that dangerous. He could clear out a room or knock someone out with one of his Bryce Bombs. He’s done both things, several times in the past.

Bryce’s grinning like a loon as he gets on all fours and turns around. I can’t help but stare at Bryce’s infamously large, bubble butt encased in his gray sweats. Bryce is proud of his big ass and loves to twerk, making his ass clap, in front of his future-victims’ faces.

Bryce crawls backwards, his ass heading straight for Gavin’s face. His fat cakes bounce against each other with his every move.  Gavin’s face shows disgust but he doesn’t move.

Bryce looks at me and gives me a thumbs-up. “Thanks Jeff, it’s been almost five minutes since I last Bryce Bombed any of you.” 

When his meaty rump is right in Gavin’s face, he shakes his ass to taunt him. Then after a moment or two…

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Bryce rips a nasty, 5 second fart in Gavin’s face. We’re all laughing at Gavin choking on Bryce’s fumes. But then a few start to groan as the stench of rotten eggs and onions spreads around us. I cross my legs, ensuring my semi isn’t noticeable.

It comes back to me and I pick truth. Unfortunately, my previous truth is still on their minds.

This time, Theo’s asking the question. “Alright, which one of us hotties do you have a crush on.” We’re all pretty fit, so to tease me, Theo bounces his pecs under his shirt. The other guys laugh and follow suit, bouncing their pecs and flexing their arms for me. Bryce goes a step further, getting on his knees and starts thrusting his crotch aggressively in my direction. The other guys are howling with laughter.

I shake my head at their antics, “It’s Bryce.” 

Everyone’s stunned by this.

There’s no doubt that Bryce is hot, but no one would exactly consider him a catch. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, and he’s kinda a dick who’s always farting on people. Sure, girls think he’s hot and good for a one-night-stand, but that’s it. No one, who gets to know the real Bryce, ever develops deep feelings for him. 

Truthfully, I have a farting fetish so Bryce farting is hot to me. That combined with his mischievous humor, cemented my crush on him.

My truth really surprised the guys.

After a few seconds of awkward silence we get back to the game. 

Thirty minutes later I use the bathroom. When I come out, I find a nervous looking Bryce.

“It’s Ken isn’t it?” He asks. 

My brow furrows in confusion. “What?”

Bryce rolls his eyes. “Ken’s the guy you’re crushing on, right? You two have the most in common. You used me to hide your real crush on Ken.”

“Uh no, I’ve got a crush on you. But don’t worry, I’m not gonna make a move on you or anything.” 

Bryce is now the one looking confused. “But why? I’m an asshole and dumb as hell” he then gives me a cheeky smirk before swiveling his hips and pressing his butt against my waist. PPPPRRRRFFFFF

“Ah, and I’m always Bryce Bombing ya, haha” 

Something must show on my face because Bryce’s eyes go comically wide.

“Oh” he mutters. 

Theo thankfully rounds the corner and interrupts this awkward revelation. We return to the guys. 

After twenty more minutes, I say my goodbyes and head back up to my apartment. 

Before I can even sit on my couch, someone’s knocking on my door. 

I open the door, finding Bryce standing there with a lazy smile. The uncomfortableness that he was emitting earlier is gone.

“Uh, hi Bryce.” 

“Hey Jeff, mind if I come in?” Not waiting for a response, Bryce lets himself in.

Bryce turns sideways to slide past me. He pauses when his butt is touching my side, and farts. RRRRWWWWPPPPP

Bryce sighs in relief before continuing inside. I shudder, feeling myself getting hard.

“I… Why are you here? Why’d you do that?” I ask him after closing my door.

Bryce strolls over to my couch and takes a seat without a care in the world. 

“I’m here because I want to hangout with one of my best friends. And I farted on you because that’s what I do. You know I love Bryce Bombing you guys and your stuff. Speaking of which, I think your couch is in need of a good Bryce Bombing.”

Bryce hikes up his left leg and scrunches up his face in concentration. 

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Bryce rips a long chain of trumpeting farts into my couch. His ass gas quickly escapes from my cloth couch and spreads through the room. The rancid stench hits me in the face like a brick, putting me in a coughing fit.

Bryce crooks his finger. “Come on over Jeff and have a seat with your good ole buddy Bryce. The rest of the guys are still hanging out in Luke’s apartment. I decided we should have a little one-on-one bro bonding time.”

Bryce’s actions have me completely off kilter, so I just follow his words like an obedient pet. 

I sit down on the couch, putting plenty of space between me and Bryce. I cautiously look over, and notice Bryce looking at me with a lopsided grin. He slides on over until his leg is pressed against mine and tosses an arm over my shoulders. 

“Why so far away Jeff? You know there’s no escaping this shit.” 

Bryce presses his meaty backside against my thigh and grunts.

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Bryce rips a 4 second, bubbly fart against me. My nostrils stare flaring as his butt vapors reach my nose. I can’t get enough.

Bryce looks down at my tenting crotch and snickers. “Heh, too easy. This is gonna be fun” he says mostly to himself, and I start to feel worried. 

“I told the boys I was heading up here to play some Street Fighter. Crazy that we’re the only two into fighting games, huh?” 

Bryce gets up and walks over to my tv. He bends over at the waist to turn on my console and pop the game in. Bryce obviously does this to show-off his ample ass cheeks that are bigger than my head. I quickly look to the floor, knowing that this is a ploy. I won’t give him the satisfaction. 

Out of nowhere, Bryce quickly backs up and my face is smothered by his thick cakes. The back of my head is pinned against the couch, leaving me trapped.

“Haha, shouldn’t let your guard down around me Jeff. You're just asking for it. Bombs away… NGH”

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Bryce rips a barrage of toe-curling, nasty farts right in my face. The sulfuric stench is amazing. I don’t even try to fight it.

Bryce sighs in relief before rubbing his big ass against my face for a few moments. After, Bryce plops a seat back next to me.

He gives me a wink looking all-too-smug. “Hope you’re ready Jeff, you’re gonna experience how gassy your good ole buddy, Bryce, really is.”

With that, we start up Street Fighter. Normally we’re pretty even, but right now, Bryce is wiping the floor with me. To keep me off my game, every few seconds, Bryce will lean away from me, lift his leg up, and fart.

PPRRBB “Oh” RRRDFF “Ah” BBMMMT “That felt good” MPPPDD “Shit, that one smells really bad” FFWTTT “Hey Jeff, take a whiff of my real-life, smelly Hadouken” RRRRLLL-TTTVVV-UUUPPP

After another defeat, I drop my controller. “You know this isn’t fair Bryce. I-I can’t concentrate.” 

“I don’t know why? I’m just being my normal, nasty, butt-bombing self.” Bryce says with a shit-eating grin. “After all those wins I think I deserve a reward.”

I’m about to argue that we didn’t put up any stakes, but it’s too late. Bryce jumps up and is standing in front of me. He grabs both my ankles and pulls me off the couch. I grunt as my ass lands on the floor. Bryce quickly wheels around and backs up. He then reaches down and pushes the back of my head on the seat of the couch, so I’m looking up at the ceiling. 

Before I can even think of moving, Bryce takes a seat on my upturned face. The last thing I see, before everything goes black is Bryce’s sweats-clad, titanic mounds getting bigger and bigger as he rapidly descends onto my face. 

His dough cakes pour over the sides of my face, making contact with the couch, completely sealing my entire head away from the outside world. And my nose is nestled deep in between his clothed globes.

FART “Fuck Jeff, you better stop me, or I’m gonna stink up you and your entire apartment” FART “On second thought make that the entire apartment building” FART “Oh screw it, I’m drowning this whole city in my butt stink” FART “But lets face it, you wouldn’t stop me even if you could” FART “Your gross ass probably wants me to envelope the entire world in a never-ending Bryce Bomb” FART “Be careful what you wish for Jeff, you just might get it… GGH”

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Bryce rips an onslaught of rancid farts point-blank in my face. Normally I’m a competitive person but I couldn't care less that Bryce just kicked my ass. I’m too busy enjoying his hellish vapors.

Bryce finally rises off my face, but not before unleashing a 20 second, couch-shaking, monster-of-a-fart. It reeks of Bryce’s personal brand of ass-musk and sulfur. 

Bryce sits back in his original seat, looking proud of himself.

I pull myself up and sit next to him, still coughing and gagging. Out of nowhere, Bryce asks, “Hey you got anything to eat here?” 

I try to think, my mind’s shrouded in a horny fog thanks to his Bryce Bombing.

“Um yeah. I got some pizza rolls in the fridge.”

Bryce stands up. “Cool, here’s my stomach’s thanks for the future meal” He spins around and arches his back, jutting his bubble butt into my face. He then reaches back and pulls the waistband of his sweats and underwear down. I gap at Bryce’s firm yet fleshy, bare moons wobbling in my face. I hear Bryce take a deep breath and then grunt.

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A thunderous, 35 second fart erupts out of Bryce’s ass and right into my face. It’s so powerful that it not only has Bryce’s meaty cheeks flapping, but it’s also blowing back my hair and drying out my eyes. I’m choking on his noxious-smelling ass wind that’s being launched into my gaping mouth.

Without a backwards glance, Bryce heads off to the kitchen. His ass is still hanging out, mooning me. In a display of talent he makes sure to fart with his every step. 

It’s like his weaponized bubble butt has put me under a hypnotic spell; I can’t help but follow him, walking through his nauseating, crop-dusted trail.

In the kitchen, Bryce plates some pizza rolls and pops them into the microwave. I stay a few steps behind him, all my attention focused on his ass. Especially with his arms braced on the counter, in front of the microwave, and leaning forward, accentuating his bare and bulbous backside.

Bryce peers back at me, over his shoulder, smiling like the Cheshire cat. In a flash he’s grabbing the top of my head. “Hmm, since you're feeding me I guess I should return the favor. Come on in, bud.”

Bryce pulls my face down and wedges it in between his fleshy globes. I nearly come from having skin-on-skin contact with his meaty posterior. Bryce starts swiveling his ass, making my face sink deeper in between his basketball-sized cheeks.

Once I’m in deep enough I hear him say, “A batch of Bryce’s paint-peeling, nose-hair-singeing air biscuits, coming up… UGH”

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Bryce releases a never-ending series of long, tuba-blasting farts. His heinous gas flows into my mouth and up my nose. Completely in his element, Bryce is ohing and ahing, in relief, every few seconds.

When he pulls my face out of his ass, I fall onto my knees, blissed out from his farts. I don’t know how long he’s been farting on me, but when I look up he’s eating his cooked pizza rolls. And he's also sporting a cocky smirk.

In thirty seconds he demolishes the full plate of pizza rolls, and then puts the plate in the sink. He pats his abdomen, looking satisfied.

“I still have plenty of Bryce Bombs left, but once I’ve finished digesting this, I’ll be working with a full tank again. You better pray that I don’t singe off your eyebrows too, before this night is over Jeff, haha. Now let's go watch some tv.”

Bryce walks around my kneeling form, making his way back to the sitting-room. At the last second, Bryce thrusts his hips back, pointing his thick rump at the side of my face, and farts. PPPPWWWWWTTTT-FFFFFHHHHMMMMM

“Ah, and a word of warning Jeff. My pizza roll farts smell really bad. Oh here comes the runt of the litter” ppfftt

Bryce finishes his taunt with a small poot in my face. He pulls up his pants and then walks off, snickering. I get up and follow him.

Bryce sits back on the couch, but I remain standing in the doorway. 

Bryce grins at me, “Come on Jeff, take a seat” but then a mischievous glint twinkles in his eyes.

Bryce spreads his legs wider. “Or better yet come on over and kneel between my legs. While I watch the sports channel you can watch your favorite channel.” Bryce scoots forward until he’s sitting on the edge of his seat. He then leans back, and pulls his knees up to his chest; presenting his sweats-clad bubble butt.

“The Bryce Booty channel.” He teases. He then scrunches up his face and…

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Bryce rips another beastly fart that echoes throughout my apartment. I desperately want to drop to my knees and sniff up his gas, but I stop myself. I need some answers.

“Bryce, why are you doing all this? Are-are you fucking with me?” I ask, starting to feel agitated. Sure, Bryce is a dick but would he really fuck with me like this for a laugh?

Bryce’s smile falls as he sits up right. And for the first time ever, I see him looking vulnerable. 

ENDING 1

“Jeff, for the past couple of years, my life’s gone to shit. I seem to screw up everything. You’re the first person in a long time who's interested in me and not just looking at me like I’m a major fuck-up.” Bryce admits, breaking my heart.

He continues, “Now you know I’m not gay, but I can’t deny how good it feels to have someone wanting me. So maybe we can help each other out? You can help boost my nearly-nonexistent ego, and in return I’ll Bryce Bomb the hell out of your face. But let me reiterate Jeff, I’m not gay, so nothing sexual will be coming out of this.” Bryce offers.

After a few seconds of deep thought, I nod my head. “Okay, let’s do it. We’re both getting something out of this.”

Bryce’s smiling again as he stands up. “Awesome, lie on the floor, face up.” He orders.

Suspicious but intrigued, I do as he says.

Bryce steps over me and then is suddenly straddling my chest, facing away from my face. Bryce’s dump-truck of an ass is sticking out, over my face, eclipsing me in its shadow.

Bryce flexes both of his arms, doing a muscle-man pose. “What do you see Jeff?” He asks.

I take a shaky breath before replying. “I see a true, muscular alpha-male who can out-fart anyone. Your farts alone could topple the world; your dangerous muscled-ass deserves nothing but respect.”

“Damn straight!” Bryce growls as he reaches back and once again pulls down the back of his pants. His bare cakes wobble ominously above my face.

Bryce grabs a handful of ass-meat and orders, “BEG! Beg for this!”

“Please fart in my face Bryce. Destroy me with your hot and unstoppable alpha gas.” I beg.

WHAM

Bryce slams his titanic bum onto my face, smothering me beneath his muscular yet blubber-coated cheeks.

Bryce spreads his globes, interesting my face into his sweaty and musky ass crack.

All too soon I find the tip of my nose being kissed by his butthole.

“Fuck yeah, choke on that puppy” “Ah, do you know how lucky you are” “You’re getting the privilege of sniffing up this alpha’s rank farts” “Every girl wants this sexy Alpha to rip ass on them but I’m doing it just for you” “Hot bitches around the world would kill to be you right now”

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Bryce rises a few inches off of my face. “Go ahead, thank your Alpha Farting God for this gift.”

“Thank y-MMMM”

Bryce sits back down, planting his asshole against my opening mouth.

I hear Bryce’s stomach churning aggressively above me, along with him grunting and straining.

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45 seconds of fetid fumes comes roaring out of Bryce’s pucker and straight down my gullet. His noxious wind inflates my cheeks and lungs like party balloons. He gets off of my face; I’m dry-heaving and wheezing.

Bryce’s Alpha male persona recedes; he helps me up and sits me on the couch. He then sits down next to me.

As I gain my bearings, Bryce pats me on the back. “Thanks for that man. It really helped my self-confidence.”

“Anytime” I say, making Bryce smirk. But then I decide to add, “Well, until I find a steady boyfriend.”

Bryce gives a mock pout. “Hopefully, not anytime soon because I still need ya. If a guy starts trying to get serious with you then I’m gonna have to chase ‘em off with my Bryce Bombs.”

I narrow my eyes at him, “Dick”

“And don’t you forget it” Bryce jumps up, spins around, and juts his ass out, into my face.

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ENDING 2

“Jeff, for the past couple of years, my life’s gone to shit. I seem to screw up everything. You’re the first person in a long time who's interested in me and not just looking at me like I’m a major fuck-up.” Bryce admits, breaking my heart.

He continues, “Now Jeff, I’ve always been straight. Guys have never done it for me, well until you. Ever since our junior year of high-school I’ve had the hots for you. And today, to learn that you’ve got a crush on me. I couldn’t believe it. 

I’m sorry if I went too far. It’s just been so long since someone’s been attracted to me. Teasing you like this has really helped my severely crippled self-esteem. But no worries, sure you’ve got a crush on me, but I already know you’ll never want to end up with a failure like me.” Bryce finishes with a self-deprecating smile, and I can’t take it.

I sit down next to Bryce and pull him into a one-armed hug. “First off, stop talking about yourself like that. You’re amazing Bryce. And secondly, I never thought I had a chance with you. I’ve always thought you were straight Bryce. Back in the day, I’d have done anything to be with you. And you know what Bryce? To this day that hasn’t changed.” I tell Bryce sincerely but he doesn't look convinced. I think I need to stroke his ego a bit.

“Let’s be real Bryce, you have a fucking hot body. Girls and guys alike, are always staring at you when you walk by. Hell, you become everyone’s main focus whenever you enter the room.” Hearing this, Bryce sits up straighter.

“Don’t even get me started on your dedication to the gym. Man Bryce, It’s amazing how hard you work out everyday. We all stay fit but you almost look like a bodybuilder compared to us.” Bryce subconsciously flexes his chest along with other muscles.

“And Bryce, haven't you realized that you’ve always been the unspoken leader of our group of friends. We’re always following and doing what you say. Your personality and mannerism just screams Alpha male.” Bryce’s eyes widen and I notice his jaw tick. He looks like the old, cocky asshole I know him to be.

I shrug, “Face it Bryce, you’re an Alpha male that everyone’s thirsty for.” I say with a grin.

A huge, cocky grin forms on Bryce’s lips. He shrugs my arm off his shoulders before reaching down, pulling off his shirt, and tossing it behind the couch. His ripped abs and pecs are on full display. He also seems to have worked-up a sweat. 

“Damn straight. I’m the hottest Alpha male walking around.  And you know what? I can still see that you’re fucking thirsty for me too. Let me quench that for ya.”

Bryce grabs the back of my head with his right hand while flexing his left arm. He then shoves my face against his hard bicep.

“Yeah man, give your Alpha bud’s bicep a kiss. I know you love my huge muscles.” Bryce growls through gritted teeth.”

Following his command, I pepper his bulging bicep with kisses, enjoying the taste of his salty and sweaty skin.

“Yeah, show my bicep some love. You and everyone else is always drooling over my ripped Alpha male body.” Bryce brags.

Bryce then drags my face down and shoves it into his cavernous and sweaty armpit. 

“Yes” He hisses, “I know you love the smells my godly body produces. Get on in there and take a big whiff of my alphaness straight from the tap.” Bryce growls

I moan as I huff up the rich and manly scent oozing from his pit. I show my appreciation by licking the sweaty fur of his pit. The salty acidic taste is phenomenal.

Bryce gives a beastly growl. “Grrr. Fuck yeah, taste and worship a real Alpha male.”

After a few more seconds, Bryce pulls my face out of his pit. My face is drenched in his sweat and my own spit. 

“We’re not done yet bud. I got another fresh, ripe pit just for ya. Taste this fucking Alpha!” I barely get a second of fresh air before he’s shoving my face into his other sweaty armpit. I get to work, lapping at his damp fur.

Once Bryce’s second armpit is clean, he gets up and stands in front of me. He then twists my head to the side and slams the side of my face against his cobblestone-like abs. 

“Listen” Bryce commands. With my ear pressed against this stomach, I hear aggressive bubbling and gurgling coming from within. “My body’s finished turning those pizza rolls into nasty Bryce Bombs, hehe” Bryce taunts with a sinister laugh.

Bryce releases my head and turns around, aiming his bubbly ass right in my face. Bryce then tosses his right foot up onto the arm of the couch, spreading his cheeks in his sweats. Then he leans forward, bringing his gaping crack right up to my nose.

But he isn’t done yet. Bryce reaches back, pulling down the back of his sweats, freeing his pillowy moons. I’m eye-to-eye with his winking pucker, surrounded by a forest of butt hair.

I feel Bryce grabbing the back of my head before saying, “In you go” My face is suddenly shoved deep in between his ample globes. I feel his plump yet muscular glutes clamping down on the sides of my face, and I feel his sweaty ass-lips kissing the tip of my nose.

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Bryce rips a 7 second, eggy fart right up my nose. Instinctually, I try to pull away, but Bryce’s powerful grip keeps my face buried deep in between his thick cheeks.

“Nu-uh, you’re staying right there. I still got so much more gas.”

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“Can’t hide it from me, Jeff. I know you want my Alpha male farts. You’re fucking gagging for it. Well if Bryce Bombs are what you want then I’m gonna give you more than you can handle. I’m gonna fuckin’ drown you in my Alpha butt stink!”

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“Open wide Jeff, I’m gonna prove to you that you’ve been only fucking with beta-bitches until now. Tell me if any of them ever farted like me. Tell me if any of them could give your Farting Alpha God a real challenge!” 

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“Fuck Jeff, you unleashed the Alpha beast within me. I’ve gotta mark you with my butt stink. Other Alphas will smell that a superior one has claimed you and they’ll keep their distance.”

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“If you haven’t figured it out yet Jeff, I go possessive Alpha over whatever is mine. And-”

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“ARE” MMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOPPPPPPP

“MINE” FFFFFFFFFFGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR

Bryce lights up my face with a myriad of behemoth Bryce Bombs. The stench of rotten fish swimming in a sea of sulfur is all I can smell. His poisonous fumes have my lungs feeling like they’re on fire.

Bryce wiggles his ass and repositions my face so my lips are pressed against his asshole. “Show me you want to belong to this Alpha. Prove your loyalty by giving my ass a kiss on the lips.” Bryce growls.

Obeying him, I pucker my lips and kiss his asshole. I feel his hole open and then press out.

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Bryce rips a raunchy, sulfuric monster-of-a-fart that lasts over a minute. His noxious wind inflates my cheeks and lungs like balloons. It puts me in a gagging fit.

With a wet squelch, thanks to his ass sweat, Bryce pulls my face outta his ass. Next thing I know, Bryce is rearranging us so we’re both lying along the couch. He’s holding me, being the big spoon to my little one.

I’m really surprised when Bryce turns my head and kisses me on the lips.

“Wow, I really enjoyed that. You’re the first guy I’ve ever kissed.” Bryce confesses.

“Well I couldn’t tell. You’re a really good kisser.” I complement Bryce, making him smirk cockily.

“Oh, I’m good at a whole lot of things, baby.” Bryce boasts.

Bryce’s eyes go half-lidded as he starts thrusting his hips, humping his hard-as-steel schlong against my ass.

“Jeff, I wanna start something real with you, but would it be too soon if I fucked the shit out of you right now?” He growls.

“Hell no, but um… give me like 10 minutes. You going all Alpha Fart God made me shoot my load in my boxers.” I admit, blushing.

With a huge grin, Bryce reaches into my pants and palms the soaked crotch of my boxers, making me moan.

“Hehe, no sweat. I know how to shave that time in half. For the first time ever, my Bryce Bombs are coming to the rescue.”

Bryce climbs off the couch and stands in front of me, leaving me lying face-up on the couch.

Bryce turns around and backs up, lording his fleshy backside above my face. I mutter a quiet curse as he yanks down the back of his sweats, re-releasing his meaty cakes. 

Bryce bends his knees, looking like he’s about to sit on my face. He comes to a stop just before they make contact with my face. The only contact we’re making is my nose grazing his fuzzy butt crack.

“You’re in for a real treat Jeffy. My dick game is just as good as my fart game. This Alpha’s gonna have you limping for the next couple of days. But for now, let me Bryce Bomb the last of your nose hairs… NGH”

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Smell of trouble

I just graduated from high school a few days ago and after summer break, I’ll be starting college in a neighboring city. Right now, I’m working alone in a gas station, from 9pm to 6am. I need some extra spending money in college. So far this is a pretty sweet job; hardly anyone comes in while I’m working. I mostly sit in a chair and play on my phone, behind the cashier counter.

The door opens and in walks Bobby Brooks aka Bubba. He graduated along with me last week. This dude is huge. He’s six-foot-five and 270 pounds of pure muscle. He also has an infamously fat ass that he loved to use against people during high school. Bobby was a huge bully and was always torturing people with his farts. I secretly have a thing for guys farting on me, but unfortunately Bobby never bullied me, let alone noticed I existed. 

If I’m being honest, I’ve had a huge crush on Bobby since the eighth grade; even though people consider him to be white trash. He lives by himself in a trailer park and is constantly seen with a police officer hounding him. Even though he’s handsome and built like a linebacker, people keep their distance from him because he’s trouble.

Without giving me a single glance, he heads down the candy aisle. With his back to me, I can’t help but check-out his bubble butt sticking out in his gray sweats. Each of his cheeks are bigger than my head. 

Even though I’m focusing on his ass, I see Bobby opening up a Snickers bar and eating it, and then blatantly stuffing handfuls of other candies in his black hoodie pocket. 

“Uh, you’re paying for that right?” I call out, still sitting in my chair, behind the counter.

For the first time in my life, Bobby looks at me but it’s with a raised eyebrow. My nervousness spikes as he lumbers up to the counter. He then spins around; the counter and empty air are the only things in between my face and his bubbly rump. 

Bobby’s so tall that his ass is higher than the counter. He takes a seat on the counter making his butt fat spread out, dominating a lot of the counter space. This act makes his huge ass look even bigger. He leans slightly forward, aiming his butt crack at my face.

“Sure these Bubba Bombs should cover it… NGH”

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Bobby, or should I say Bubba, rips three consecutive trumpeting farts right in my face. They’re so powerful that they have my hair flapping in their stinky wind. I’m immediately retching on the stench of rotten eggs and onions. 

Bubba stands up, but keeps his butt aimed at me as he hikes his right leg. “Keep the change” he says before grunting again.

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I hear him walking off, laughing, as I continue dying on his fumes, behind the counter. I’m glad there’s a counter or he’d be able to see my boner right now.

After a few moments, Bubba returns drinking an unpaid-for bottle of root-beer. When Bubba reaches the counter he suddenly grabs me by the collar and pulls me up so that we’re face-to-face.

With a malicious grin he says, “Since you’re working so hard here’s a tip for the road.” Bubba swallows a mouth-full of air, and then…

BBBUUURRRPPP

Bubba belches right in my face. Covering my face with spittle and making me gag on the smell of root-beer mixed with spoiled milk. He shoves me back into the chair and strolls out, laughing, leaving me with a hard-on for the rest of my shift.

When my shift’s over and my boss, Mr. Brown comes in, I nervously tell him how we were sort-of-robbed. 

Mr. Brown looks guilty as he puts a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry David, I forgot to tell you about Bobby. He comes in every couple of days. Just let him take whatever he wants. And don’t judge him too harshly. He’s actually a good kid.” Mr. Brown says, flipping everything I know about Bubba on its head. 

TWO DAYS LATER

I don’t see Bubba over the next couple of days. 

It’s 1am and I’m on my knees, restocking chips. As I’m working I hear heavy steps near me. I turn around and find Bubba’s fat cakes right in my face. 

Bubba’s looking at the selection of chips on the opposite side of the aisle. Suddenly Bubba bends over at the waist and thrusts his butt back, smothering my face in his pillowy mounds. With my face in his ass, and the back of my head pressed against the lower shelf, I’m trapped.

Bubba starts to ponder to himself, outloud, as he farts in my face, ignoring my existence.

“Let’s see now what do I want” PPPRRRBBB “Cheetos sound good but they make my farts smell eggy” DDDWWWLLLFFF “I could do Doritos but they make my farts linger” BBBPP-DDMMM “Or there’s Lays, even though they make my farts long and wet” PPPPPPFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHtststststsss “Ah screw it, I’ll just go with pork rinds. They make my farts stink like all hell and can peel the paint off a wall, but that’s only the problem for someone dumb enough to get up close and personal with my booty, hehe”

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBB

Bubba farts a storm of butt bombs, right up my nose, making me smell it all. The pungent smell of his fumes is both nauseating and wonderful. Shit, I’m hard.

Bubba takes a step forward, and I fall onto my hands and knees, coughing and gagging. 

“Sorry bud, didn’t see you back there.” I look up, teary-eyed, and see Bubba sporting an impish grin.

Bubba walks off with 4 family-sized bags of all the chips he mentioned. It takes me a minute to gain my bearings and get up. 

As I exit the aisle I nearly bump into Bubba who’s drinking a Mountain Dew and munching on some Lays. Bubba glances down and a knowing grin forms on his lips. 

Bubba twists his hips, pressing his blubbery globes against my side.

FFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMTTTTTTTTSTSTSTSTSTSSS

Bubba plants a long, wet-sounding fart on me, coating me with his eggy butt stink. 

Bubba looks down again and snorts before leaving. I peer down and see my hard-on is slightly visible. Damn. I head back behind the counter feeling both horny and embarrassed. 

THREE DAYS LATER

A few days later, at 1am, Bubba returns, and he’s not alone. Following him in, is a police officer. And this officer is just as big as Bubba. They step up to me, in front of the counter, but no one says anything for a few seconds

The police officer suddenly slaps Bubba in the back of the head making him grunt. Bubba groans and then says, “I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve been causing you.” Not sounding all that sincere. 

The officer rolls his eyes and then looks at me. “I’m officer Brooks. Please forgive my nephew, he’s a child in a huge-ass body.” He says making Bubba glare at him.

Officer Brooks squeezes the back of Bubba’s neck, making him wince. He lessens the pressure and looks at Bubba fondly. “Now be good, nephew. I’m going back on patrol.”

“No promises” Bubba says with a smirk. 

Officer Brooks mockingly narrows his eyes at Bubba before giving him a lop-sided grin. Officer Brooks spins around while keeping his hand on the back of Bubba’s neck. I notice he has a dump-truck ass, just like Bubba.

Officer Brooks tugs Bubba’s head down and smashes his face against his blubbery rump. He hikes up his right leg and rips a bubbly fart in Bubba’s face.

Even though Bubba’s face took the brunt of it, the stench encompasses all around the counter.

As officer Brooks leaves, I’m covering my mouth and nose with the collar of my shirt. Bubba’s simply fanning his hand in front of his nose, looking annoyed.

“With my dad being locked up for running a meth lab, people, like you, see me with my uncle and immediately judge me. Thinking I’m some white trash, thug who’ll be sent to prison some time soon.” Bubba states with a bit of bite in his voice.

I nod, “You’re right. I’m sorry for judging you without getting to know you.”

This appears to surprise Bubba, “Oh, well, yeah. And, uh, I’m not really stealing. I help Mr. Brown around his home, so he lets me come in and take what I want.”

I nod again, “Yeah he told me that after the first time. Sorry for causing you trouble too.”

Bubba nods back. He seems completely confused by someone treating him like a normal person.

“But why do you get in so many fights?” I ask.

Bubba smirks. “It’s not my fault that jealous boyfriends want to get their asses kicked when they find out their girls have been begging to ride on my Bubba-conda.” He says as he shamelessly palms his hefty bulge in his sweats.

I can feel my face heating up. Unsurprisingly, he’s straight, which sucks for me.

Bubba’s nose flares, making him frown. “Ugh, I hate that this place now smells like my uncle’s farts. I need to cover up his stink with my own brew.” 

Bubba turns around and starts getting some things. I’m enraptured by the sight of his ample cheeks bouncing in his sweats as he walks. And with every step he releases a short but loud poot. In only three poots, Bubba’s noxious fumes drown out his uncle’s. 

I’m hard and my eyes are watering behind the counter.

Once Bubba has everything he wants he heads for the exit. Bubba pauses once he reaches the door. He lifts his right leg, and looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a lop-sided grin.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m bi… HGH”

PPPPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRR

Bubba rips a 9 second butt rocket, filling the place with more of his skunky vapors, before leaving. I don’t know how to feel about his last admission. I’ve learned so much about the terrifying Bubba in the last 10 minutes.

2 DAYS LATER

It’s Friday night and I’m sitting in my chair, behind the counter, when Bubba enters. I give him a head nod in greeting before looking back at my phone. Instead of getting his junk food, Bubba walks up to the counter. 

Catching me off guard, Bubba leaps over the counter and lands in front of me. I nearly trip, standing up. 

“What the hell?” I cry.

With a smirk, Bubba hops back, taking a seat on the counter, with his legs spread. I focus on his face, trying not to look at his crotch.

“Look, I know I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but give me some credit, man.” 

My brow furrows in confusion.

Bubba’s smirk evolves into a wolfish grin. “Come on man, I realize you got a thing for my big ole, smelly Bubba bombs.” Bubba leans to the side, lifting one of his meaty globes off of the counter.

PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMM

He rips a loud, chainsaw-sounding fart. The eggy stench quickly reaches my nose. My eyes widen as I notice my hard-on becoming visible.

Bubba’s wolfish grin broadens. “See, there’s no use in denying. But it’s no big deal man, in fact, I think we can help each other out.” Bubba starts, immediately calming me down. I was worried he was gonna kick my ass.

“Mr. Brown let it slip that you’re off Saturday and Sunday nights. So how about tomorrow night you come on over to my place. There, I’ll Bubba bomb your face, bare-ass. And in return, you’ll make me moan. You’ll wrap your lips around my jumbo sausage and taste its cream filling. I know you’re gonna love it.” Bubba teases, fondling his crotch.

I finally look down and gasp. A long, girthy tube-like object is visible in his sweats and is stretching down his left thigh. 

My answer is yes but I can’t speak. Bubba takes my silence as hesitance, so he grabs the back of my head and shoves my face into his crotch. The potent man-musk emanating from his crotch, fills my lungs, and I feel his hard-as-steel schlong pulsating against my cheek.

From above I hear him say, “Maybe this’ll convince you to take Big Bubba’s deal… GGH”

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRR-OOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF

Bubba rips two, consecutive butt blasts, point-blank in my face. I shamelessly huff up Bubba’s room-clearing butt stink.

“Ah, so what’s your answer?” He asks, still keeping my face stuffed in his crotch.

“Yes” I say, muffled by his sweats and junk.

Bubba lets me up. “Good boy.”

Bubba stands up and holds out his palm. “Give me your phone.” He orders.

I unlock my phone and hand it to him. Bubba sends a text to himself. “I’ll send you my address later.”

Bubba’s about to give me my phone back but then a devious grin forms on his lips. Bubba turns his back to me and then reaches back for the waistband of his sweats. He pulls them open and drops my phone in the back of his sweats. Bubba then places both hands on the counter and sticks his bubbly ass out. Doing this, I can see the outline of my phone in front of the seat of his sweats.

FFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTTTUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD

Bubba rips a 14 second long fart on my trapped phone. Bubba retrieves my phone and hands it back to me. “Here you go. And remember to bring your appetite tomorrow. Big Bubba’s gonna feed ya real good” With a cocky grin he starts thrusting his crotch at me. He then spins around and gives his ass a smack, making his meaty globes jiggle. 

Bubba then jumps back over the counter and leaves. I bring my defiled phone to my nose and take a deep inhale. I instantly start retching on the stench coating it, making me even harder.

1 DAY LATER

It’s 9pm and I’m knocking on Bubba’s trailer door. The door’s pulled open, revealing a shirtless Bubba, up some steps, only wearing some sweats. I ogle Bubba’ strong chest and slight beer-belly pooch, making him all the hotter.

“Come on in, Davey, it’s time to make Bubba-conda a very happy boy.” He says with a flirtatious grin.

I’m about to climb up the three steps as Bubba turns around. I thought he was going to move deeper into the trailer, but he doesn’t.  When I take the first step up, I walk face-first into Bubba’s blubbery rump. Bubba planned this because as soon as my nose is in between his sweats-covered globes, he farts.

Instead of recoiling, I take in a few lungfuls of his eggy ass wind before pulling my face away. Bubba looks back at me, over his shoulder, and gives me a wink. “Ah, you see, you’re gonna make the Bubba-conda happy so the Bubba-Bomber’s gonna return the favor in advance.”  He says as he gives his belly pooch a slap, making it ripple.

I follow Bubba, he leads us to a small dining table, deeper inside the trailer. He pulls out a chair and then turns around to face me. With theatrical flare, he drops his sweats making them pool around his feet. My jaw drops at his semi-hard, thick-as-a-beer-bottle 7.5 inches. Bubba sits down in the chair so his ass is hanging off the edge. He then points to the ground in front of the chair and beneath the table.

“Kneel and bring your mouth on, in here, Davey-boy. And I hope you don’t mind Bubba’s swamp crotch and ass being extra sweaty today.”

I quickly fall to my knees, between his spread legs. Bubba grabs the back of my head and pulls me in. “Get in there and clean my balls. Make my Bubba Tankers shine.”

I immediately start licking Bubba’s sweaty and furry bull balls. Their acidic and salty taste is addictive. His egg-sized balls are so big that I have to suck on them individually.

Bubba’s growling in pleasure above me. “That’s a good boy! You’re putting a big smile on Big Bubba’s face!”

As I continue feasting on his balls, I feel his completely hard shaft throbbing against my forehead.

With his hand still grabbing the back of my head, he directs my face further down, drenching my face in his musty taint-sweat. He stops when the bottom of my face is lodged in between his spread, brawny ass-slabs and my mouth is on his asshole.

“Start Frenching my cornhole Davey-boy, and don’t worry, he’s gonna reciprocate.”

Without an iota of restraint I start slurping on his sweaty wrinkled pucker, surrounded by a forest of fur.

“Good fucking boy! I know you're gonna love this. Bombs Away!” Bubba roars.

As I dig my tongue into his sweaty asshole, I feel his asslips open, and then press out.

BBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPP

Bubbs rips a 10 second fart, coating my tongue and gullet with his noxious ass fumes. This spurs me into licking his nasty, fart-spewing hole like a mad man. My enthusiasm spurs Bubba into unleashing a farting frenzy into my open mouth.

FART “Oh, that felt good” FART “Ah, chew on that one, ha literally” FART “That’s it you sexy, crazy fucker, keep eating my nasty ass” FART “Yeah I’ll give you more Bubba Bombs than even a fart-slut like you can handle” FART “Damn your talented tongue and my weaponized booty hole are a match made in heaven” FART “Alright, Big Bubba’s decided that this won’t be a one time deal” FART “You’re gonna be on your knees, in front of me, a lot from now on. We’ll be putting smiles on both of our faces” FART “And if you got a boyfriend you better ditch him” FART “Bubba-conda and the Bubba-Bomber don’t want to be sharing this mouth with anyone else” FART “Hate to ruin some dude’s day by putting him in a fart comma” FART “Well except for you, we both know you’d love it Davey-boy… NGH” 

RRRRRRRBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOMMMMMMM

Bubba keeps Bubba-Bombing my open mouth, inflating my cheeks with his raunchy fumes.  He’s growling and groaning above me as I continue to eat him out.

Bubba tightens his grip on the back of my head and pulls my face out of his ass. “Fuck, that mouth of yours has got me ready to blow” 

With Bubba’s other hand, he grabs the base of his meat and points the head towards my lips. “Open up Davey-boy. Time to taste Bubba’s jumbo sausage.” Bubba orders. 

I immediately open my mouth wide. Not wasting a second, Bubba places the tip of his meat onto my tongue and then wraps both hands behind my head. With a powerful pull, Bubba makes me swallow his entire thick schlong in one go. My nose is buried in his pubes and I feel his bull balls slap against my chin. 

I gag and my eyes are watering, but Bubba doesn’t care. Keeping my head in place, Bubba starts thrusting into my mouth without abandon, fucking my throat. It takes a few seconds but I start breathing through my nose, pushing down my gag reflex. 

Him using me like this and still inhaling his lingering farts, it has me as hard as he is. I start licking and sucking on his thrusting member. Bubba tilts his head back, moaning.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so warm, wet, and good. Remember what I said earlier, Davey-boy? It’s time for the Bubba-Bomber to make you feel good too… NGH”

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWMMMMMMMMMMM

With my face buried in his crotch, Bubba chooses the perfect time to fart, enveloping my entire head in his putrid fart cloud.

“Like your throat, keep that nose open Davey-boy. I’m sending a few stinky friends it’s way… HGH”

MMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBB-WWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPPP

With my face buried in his crotch, Bubba chooses the perfect time to fart, enveloping my entire head in his putrid fart cloud.

Bubba stops thrusting but keeps his fuck-stick buried down my throat. He lifts his feet up and places them onto my lower-back. And then he squeezes his thighs around my head, trapping it in place.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna blow big time, and in more ways than one. Lucky you, Davey-boy. Brace yourself, I don’t want you and that talented mouth of yours dying on me because of this Bubba nuke I’m about to bomb ya with… UGH” 

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Bubba vents out a minute and a half long butt-burp that stinks of raw sewage and broccoli, right in my face. And at the same time I feel his Bubba-conda swelling in my mouth before his hot essence is firing down my throat. He shoots 7 or 8 rounds down my gullet, all while his long, monstrous fart keeps erupting as well. It’s too much and I can’t stop myself from shooting a load in my boxers. 

Bubba releases my head and I pull my mouth off of him, panting. Bubba slouches in his chair with his eyes closed, panting as well.

“Fuck, that was amazing Davey-boy. We’re definitely doing this again, tonight. I’m gonna warm us up, something to eat; we’ll need the energy.”

Bubba bends down and easily picks me up. He sits me in the small booth seat on the other side of the table.

Bubba then steps out of his sweats pooled around his feet. He turns around and takes a few steps to a small fridge. I can’t help but ogle his bare ass as he walks. His fuzzy, fleshy melons jiggle and wobble with his every movement. 

Grabbing a paper plate, he places 6 fast-food tacos on it and tosses it into the microwave.

With his back still to me, he looks over his shoulder, and sees me shamelessly leering at his bubbly butt.

With a cheeky grin, Bubba pushes his ass out and farts. PPPPPFFFFF-DDDDMMMM. He reaches back and wafts his butt stink my way. I can feel myself starting to harden.

Once the tacos are done, he plates two of them on another paper plate. He then walks back to the table, giving me a quick look at his hardening Bubba-conda.

He places the four-plated tacos where he’s going to sit, but he brings the two-plated one around and in front of his ass. In an exaggerated manner, he scrunches up his face and...

PPPPPPPRRRRRRR-FFFFFFFFAAAAAAA-BBBBBBBTTTTTT

He rips a series of butt rockets on the two tacos and places it in front of me. He then sits across from me with a devilish grin.

“Eat up Davey-boy so after I can feed you more of my sausage and cakes.” 

For the rest of the night, actually for the rest of the weekend for that matter, we’re constantly getting each other off. 

And it doesn’t end there. We keep doing this every weekend and a few mornings during the weekday, after I get off of work. Bubba will pick me up when my shift’s over, take me to breakfast, and then we’ll head to his place for some fun.

Almost every night now, Bubba will stop by the gas station and keep me company for an hour when I’m most bored. We’ll talk mostly and he’ll sporadically fart on me when I least expect it.

Hell we’re even texting each other just before going to sleep and first thing when we wake up. This has been going on all summer and I’m starting to fall hard for Bubba. 

We’ve never talked about it so I’m not sure if Bubba does serious relationships. But with how we are now, it feels like we’re boyfriends.

The bad thing is that in a month I’ll be leaving for college and I don’t know what Bubba’s plans are.  

I’m working behind the counter when Bubba enters, making me smile. Bubba gives me a sly smirk. Instead of hunting for snack food, Bubba rounds the counter and while he does, he releases a long, low, hissing fart. 

Bubba’s full-on grinning when he’s standing in front of me. He’s watching my nostrils flare as I sniff the noxious fart cloud he surrounded my work area with.

Bubba’s brow furrows and he turns around. Bubba bends at the knees, arches his back, and pushes out his bubble butt in my direction. 

I already feel myself hardening as I look down at his ass that’s only a foot away from my lower midsection. But then I frown. It’s obvious he’s free-balling in his sweats, but in front of the seat of his pants, I see the outline of something long, thin, and rectangular. 

Bubba looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a lopsided grin. “Hey can you do something for me, handsome? Can you reach in, back there, and pull out whatever’s irritating Big Bubba’s booty?” He asks cheekily.

I’m red as a tomato as I follow his request. The back of my hand grazes his fleshy globes as I reach into the back of his sweats. I grab the item and realize that it’s a folded up piece of paper. With my fingertips clutching the paper, the back of my hand is pressed against Bubba’s butt crack. Not wasting the opportunity, Bubba takes a deep breath and grunts.

PPPPPPFFFFFF-HHHHHHBBBBBB

Bubba rips two back-to-back, trumpeting farts on the back of my hand. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. I feel Bubba’s bulbous mounds jiggling from his silent laughter.

I pull out the paper and look at Bubba. Bubba turns to me and says, “Open it.”

I unfold it and start reading. My jaw drops. It’s an acceptance letter for Bubba, for the same college I’m attending. I look up at Bubba’s face and he’s sporting a shit-eating grin.

“Surprise, your boyfriend’s been planning to go to the same college as you all this time.”

“You dick, everytime I tried to bring up college you’d fart on me, burying the subject.” I lightly jab him in the arm, but am smiling. I can’t be mad after he confesses that we’re boyfriends and heading to the same college.

“Sorry, I wanted to see the shock on your face, and it was priceless.” He teases.

I’m not mad but I pretend to be, seeing if I can milk a Denny’s breakfast and some farting fun out of him for tomorrow morning. 

Bubba doesn’t look perturbed, in fact he has a wide impish grin. Bubba puts his hands up in a placating manner “Now, now handsome. I thought you might be pissed so I already have a way to make it up to you. And don’t worry, I already asked Mr. Brown to give you the rest of the night off.”

Next thing I know, Bubba grabs me by the waist and tosses me over his shoulder, in a fireman carry. I find myself face-to-face with a view of his upside-down ass.

I stare at his fat cakes bouncing against each other as he walks around, turning off the lights and locking up. A few times he surprises me with a poot to the face and I hear him snigger.

Thankfully no one’s around as he carries me to his rundown pick-up. He opens up the passenger side door and sits me on the seat. But then he rearranges me so my midsection is lying across the center console and my head is resting face-up, on the driver’s seat. Bubba shuts my door and a few moments later, the driver side door opens. Bubba peers down at my face with an impish grin.

“We’re heading back to my place for some smelly Bubba sexy time. Get comfortable because I’m taking the long way home.” Bubba’s grin turns mischievous, “I’m sure you're gonna love the view.”

Bubba slides in and I find his titanic rear hovering a foot above my face. Just to tease me he sways his ass from left to right, making his blubbery mounds wobble above me.

Bubba suddenly sits down, parking his sweats-clad, pillowy bum on my face. Smothering me.

“Ah, Davey-boy, not only is your face handsome, but it also makes a comfy seat.” Bubba says as he wiggles his butt on my face, burying my face deeper in his doughy ass fat. “Just excuse me while I get comfortable… NGH”

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDDDTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Smell of the undefeated

I can’t believe my boyfriend’s about to fight in an underground wrestling league. My boyfriend, David, has never wrestled in his life but is a huge fan of pro-wrestling. All David has going for him is that he’s fit.

We’re in a ring, located in the center of a supposedly abandoned warehouse, with hundreds of people in the stands surrounding us.   

The reason this is held in a fake abandoned warehouse is because this league is illegal. Bets are openly taken for every match and a wrestler killing their opponent is fine. The staff will take care of the body after the match. And unfortunately we learned that David will be taking on the champion, and he’s known for killing rookies like David.

I’m standing on the outside of the ropes, next to David, who’s posted in the corner, resting against the turnbuckles with a cocky smirk.

“David, I don’t like the sound of this champion. They say he’s undefeated. Just quit now and let's get outta here.” I plead to David.

David laughs, “Haha, relax Dylan, I got this. I’ve heard this guy’s a bottom-heavy bruiser. I’ll run circles around him, tire him out, and have him pinned in the next 5 minutes. I’m gonna be the next champion with you in my corner.” David boasts. Nice words but I still have a bad feeling.

Suddenly, music starts playing and the announcer's voice fills the warehouse. “Ladies and gentlemen, for tonight’s main event we have the debut of our newest wrestler, David Quick.” David holds up his arms, smirking at the crowd, but he’s mostly getting booed.

“And here comes your undefeated champion. The toxic tormentor, the skunky sadist. NASH CHAMBER!”

The crowd goes wild and my eyes widen, as a 6’3 behemoth swaggers towards the ring. He’s wearing a gray, skin-tight wrestling singlet that shows off his Hulk-like muscles. Compared to him, David looks like a malnourished boy.

Chamber steps into the ring and holds up his arms as the crowd cheers wildly for him. As he does a small little circle, me and David’s jaws drop. From behind we see his enormous bubble butt. His singlet looks like it’s being stretched to their limit in containing Nash’s watermelon-sized butt cheeks. 

David shakes his head, getting back into the game, and starts bouncing from foot-to-foot, warming up. 

Once Chamber is done hyping up the crowd the two face off in the center of the ring. David holds up his fists looking determined. While Chamber stands with his hands on his hips, sporting a cocky grin.

The starting bell rings and David punches Chamber right in the chest. Chamber doesn’t even flinch, just keeps smiling. The crowd laughs at David’s weak punch, and I see David turning red with anger. 

“David, keep your cool!” I yell, but he isn’t listening. 

David dashes behind Chamber and cocks back his fist. That’s when I notice Chamber scrunching up his face. 

Before David can punch Chamber in the back of the head…

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT

Holy shit, Chamber just ripped a 10 second, thunderous fart that’s louder than the cheering crowd of hundreds. David is immediately stepping backwards, covering his nose with his hands and coughing. 

I should hate seeing my boyfriend suffer but that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I have a secret farting kink and I’ve never seen someone fart like that. Chamber looks over at me and gives me a sly smirk and a wink.

The announcer then comments, “Oh, Quick made the worst rookie mistake you can make. Never step in the blast zone of CHAMBER’S NOXIOUS BUTT-CANNON!” His shouts, making the crowd cheer even harder.

Chamber turns around and grabs David by the arm. He then throws him towards the ropes. David bounces off the ropes and is heading back to Chamber. Chamber turns around and jumps. David runs face-first into Chamber’s blubbery, aerial mounds. As soon as they make contact…

FFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHPPPPDDDDDD

Chamber actually clotheslines David with his gassy ass, knocking him to the ground.

David’s on his back, groaning. Chamber looks down at David, over his shoulder, with a mischievous grin. He then starts smacking his ass with both hands, making his meaty melons wobble.

The crowd then start screaming, “Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo”

“Uh-oh, I hope the rookie brought his umbrella because it looks like it’s about to start raining fat, farting asses!” The announcer calls.

Chambers pulls his legs out from beneath himself, and lets his bulbous backside crash onto David’s face. I wince at the sound of the impact. David weakly tries to push Chamber off of his face, but all he’s really doing is sinking his fingertips into Chamber’s quicksand-like ass fat. 

Chamber curls his hands into fists, grits his teeth, and starts straining. PPPFFFFTTTT

Chamber rips a short but loud, warehouse-echoing poot in David’s face. 

Chamber lifts his titanic rump a foot above David’s face, revealing it. David’s red-faced with teary eyes, and having a coughing fit. 

Not even a second later, Chamber slams his big butt back on David’s face and poots again. He keeps doing this again and again on David’s face.

Up, Slam… RRRHHHHPPPP

Up, Slam… FFFFFDDDDBBB

Up, Slam… PPPVVVRRRRR

Up, Slam… BBBBWWWWFFF 

Chamber does this for several minutes straight; demolishing my boyfriend's face with his weaponized booty.

My boyfriend is getting destroyed by this farting monster and I’m more turned on than worried for his safety. Man, I'm an awful person. 

Chamber finally stands up. With a cocky smirk, he reaches down, grabs David by the hair, and pulls him onto his knees. David looks miserable and defeated.

 Chamber keeps his grip on David’s hair as he points to the turnbuckle. The crowd starts chanting, “Stinkface, Stinkface, Stinkface.”

Chamber drags David to the corner of the ring and lays him down so the back of David's head is lying against the bottom turnbuckle.

Chamber then turns around, and then squats down, aligning his ass with David’s face. Holy shit, I remember watching pro-wrestling when I was younger, and seeing the superstar Rickishi doing this to his opponents.

“Oh yes ladies and gentlemen, here comes Chamber’s tried and true Stinkface. Let’s hope Quick has a sweet tooth because his face is about to be in a whole lot of cake.” The announcer jokes.

And with that, Chamber thrusts his hips back, smothering David’s face with his mountainous mounds of ass fat. 

Chamber immediately starts wiping his bubbly ass from left to right, and up and down, all over David’s face.

Chamber’s eyes find me again and he gives me a wink and this time accompanies it with an air kiss. Fuck, this guy’s humiliating my boyfriend, he shouldn’t be turning me on.

Still wearing a cocky smirk, Chamber narrows his eyes in concentration before he starts lighting David’s face up with farts as he continues to Stinkface him.

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Chamber unleashes a barrage of monstrous farts that can be heard over the crowd’s laughing and cheering.

After five minutes, Chamber finally gets off of David’s face. He throws both hands in the air, making the crowd cheer even harder for him. David looks half-dead, still resting against the bottom turnbuckle, barely moving.

Chamber pulls down the shoulder straps of his wrestling singlet, revealing his ripped upper body. He yells to the crowd, “Has he had enough?” before cupping a hand next to his ear, interacting with his fans.

“NO” the crowd cries. Then they start chanting, “Gas Him, Gas Him, Gas Him.” 

With a wicked grin, Chamber gives a shrug. “Oh well, the people have spoken.” Chamber proceeds to pull his singlet completely off, now standing in the ring in only a gray jockstrap. 

I’m both hard and scared as Chamber’s meaty moons pour out of their confines and bounce freely in the open. In big black letters, Chamber has a word tattooed on each butt cheek.

‘GAS’ is tattooed on his left buttcheek and ‘CHAMBER’ is tattooed on the right one.

Chamber cups his hands beneath both cheeks and starts jiggling them, making the crowd go wild. 

“Uh-oh, it looks like the rookie’s headed straight for the Gas Chamber. Guess this is it for Quick. When the champ shoves someone into the Gas Chamber, they never come out alive.” The announcer explains.

Chamber walks back over to David and grabs him by the hair again. He drags David back to the center of the ring, on his knees.

David looks like a train wreck and is begging for mercy, but Chamber just ignores him. Chamber turns around, putting his bulbous, tattooed butt in David’s face. 

With Chamber’s free hand, he reaches back and spreads open his globes before unceremoniously shoving David’s face into his toxic trench of an ass crack.

David’s face rapidly sinks into Chamber’s deep, voracious ass. Chamber’s pushy hand and swiveling hips work in tandem to bury David even deeper into the Gas Chamber.

Finally, Chamber lets go of his buttcheek. Chamber’s thick globes wrap around David’s head and make contact with each other. I’m horny/horrified by David’s entire head being completely entombed in Chamber’s gargantuan rump, with the words ‘Gas’ and ‘Chamber’ side-by-side.

“Quick’s locked up in the Gas Chamber and the champ looks like he’s raring to go. The longest someone’s survived in the Gas Chamber is three minutes. Let’s hope this lousy rookie can at least set a new record.” the announcer comments.

Chamber bends his knees slightly, and curls his hands into fists. He then closes his eyes and grits his teeth, and then starts grunting and straining.

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Chamber is a machine. He keeps ripping monstrous farts that last from 10-15 seconds, pointblank in David’s face. Even with the cheering crowd and David’s face in front of his asshole, Chamber’s farts can still be heard all around the warehouse.

 David was already weak in the beginning but his flailing limbs are looking weaker by the second. I try for Chamber’s attention before it’s too late.

“Wait, please stop!” I cry.

Chamber opens his eyes and looks at me. A cocky smirk forms on his face but his farting has paused for the moment.

“Oh, looks like Quick’s boyfriend is trying to plead to Chamber to spare him.” The announcer observes. 

Chamber flexes his glutes, trapping David’s head as he walks up to me, dragging a crawling David behind him.

“Please let him go, he’s already lost.” I beg when Chamber is standing in front of me.

“Sorry bud, but when I put someone in the Gas Chamber, they’re done with their living. Why should I make an exception for this loser?” Chamber asks with a smarmy grin.

“Please don’t, I-I’ll give you anything.”

“Hmm, anything you say? Well for me to even consider letting this loser live, I’m gonna need an incentive. How about a kiss on the lips and then we'll talk?” Chamber suggests shocking me into silence. 

To get the ball rolling again, Chamber closes one eye and grunts, ripping a squeaky fart in David’s face. “Ah, you better hurry before your chump suffocates in the Gas Chamber.”

I surge forward and plant my lips on his, kissing him. Wolf-whistling and cat calls erupt from the crowd. 

I pull my lips from his, blushing. I can’t deny that, that was an amazing kiss.

“Alright then, here’s the deal: to get him out you're gonna have to take his place in the Gas Chamber.” Chamber says, making me choke on my spit.

“But not now. You’re gonna wait around, out here, after this match and everyone leaves. I’m gonna come back out into this ring and you’re gonna willingly bury your face in my Gas Chamber. Agree to this and I’ll let your loser-of-a-boyfriend live.”

I’m blindsided, not knowing what to say.

“Do we have a deal? Or am I sending this loser to the afterlife?” Chamber cocks his left leg and rips a greasy fart, further torturing my Gas Chambered boyfriend.

I audibly swallow, nervous about this arrangement. I nod my head and say, “Yes”.

“Great, let's get your boy-toy out of my Gas Chamber, shall we?” Chamber reaches back with both hands and spreads open his bubbly cheeks, revealing the back of David’s head. Chamber grits his teeth, scrunches up his face, and starts grunting and straining. 

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A roaring, thunderous fart, that has the entire ring quaking, explodes out of Chamber’s ass. David’s launched out of the Gas Chamber, and lands on the ring floor, on his back, dry-heaving.

The crowd starts booing and the announcer voices his annoyance. 

“What the hell is this? Why is our champion letting someone out of the Gas Chamber alive? It looks like Chamber is going soft.” The announcer complains.

Chamber narrows his eyes and glares murderously at the announcer who’s standing just outside of the ring, with a microphone, looking towards the crowd. Chamber stomps toward him. I can’t help but stare as the mounds of his Gas Chamber bounce and clap against each other with every step.

Chamber reaches through the ropes, grabs the screaming announcer by the hair, and pulls him into the ring. Chamber forces the announcer to his knees and takes the microphone away from him.

“So ya’ll won’t be happy unless I leave a corpse in the ring, huh? Then so be it.” Chamber addresses the crowd and then looks down at the announcer with a devilish grin. “And since you agree with them, I’m sure these last few minutes of your life will put a smile on your face. Into the Gas Chamber with you.”

Chamber wheels around, putting his fat, tattooed globes right in the frightened announcer's face. Chamber reaches back, spreading his cheeks with his free hand. He then carelessly pulls the screaming man’s face into the Gas Chamber. 

I watch as another victim’s entire head is consumed by Chamber’s enormous ass.  

The crowd’s cheering again and starts chanting, “Gas Him, Gas Him, Gas Him”

Chamber widens his stance, curls his hands into fists, and grits his teeth.

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An ungodly fart roars out of Chamber’s ass and into the announcer’s face for 5 minutes straight. This behemoth-of-a-fart doesn’t seem humanly possible. Me and others nearby have to cover our ears from how loud it is. And as I look around I see a slightly brown tint in the air. 

2 minutes into the monstrous fart, and I see the announcer’s struggling body go limp, but that doesn’t stop Chamber. 

Once this massive leviathan-of-a-fart comes to an end, Chamber pulls the guy out of the Gas Chamber and lets his body fall to the ground. 

Another announcer runs out from the back and slides into the ring. He takes the microphone and lifts Chamber’s hand into the air. “And here is your undefeated champion: NASH CHAMBER!”

And the crowd goes wild for him. Chamber swaggers up to me with a cocky grin. “Don’t forget the deal.” He reminds me.

“I-I won’t” I reply. Chamber gives me another wink and heads backstage. People come out to help David and deal with the announcer’s body. As the rest of the crowd leaves, I wait just outside the ring. 

I’ve been pacing for the last 15 minutes when David comes out from backstage. I smile as I try to give him a hug, but he steps back, out of reach. 

“I’m sorry Dylan but we’re over. And I’m leaving the city. Nash ordered me to do this or he’d put me back in the Gas Chamber. And this time no one would be able to save me.” With that David just leaves. 

I feel empty as I watch him leave. This monster cost me my boyfriend and now he’s about to destroy me. The only silver lining is that he’s gonna fart in my face.

A few minutes later, the place is eerily deserted, and Chamber comes back out from backstage. He’s still only wearing a gray jockstrap  

As we both get into the ring, Chamber starts to speak. “You know, wrestling as long as I have, you learn to read people both inside and outside the ring. The moment my eyes landed on you I knew what you were. Heh, when I first farted in my match, you were blushing like an untouched virgin.”

It’s frightening how perceptive he is. 

“I immediately knew that I had to make you mine. That loser Quick doesn’t deserve you. No, you deserve to accompany a winner like me to the ring.”

My eyes widen; Chamber is still smirking.

“Tell me you don’t want me to fart on you, tell me you don’t want to stick your face in the Gas Chamber. Tell me and you can go. I won’t stop you.”

I look down at his lips, unable to look him in the eyes. Unable to confess the truth.

A wolfish grin forms on his lips. Chamber walks up to me and then spins around and presses his bare ass against my lower midsection. 

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I feel his warm butt air venting against me. The stench of rotten eggs and broccoli reaches my nose. My breathing is becoming faster.

Chamber looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a knowing grin. “I know a fart-sniffer when I see one. Stop fighting it. Beg me to fart on you. Beg me to put you in the Gas Chamber.”

I can’t do it.

Chamber suddenly grabs me and quickly but gently takes me to the ground. With experienced maneuvering, I find myself in a reverse head-scissor hold. My head’s trapped between his muscular thighs with his tattooed bubble butt right in my face.

He flexes ‘Gas’ and ‘Chamber’, and once he relaxes them…

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He blasts me with a loud butt bomb that trumpets throughout the warehouse, my face being in its way be damned. His sulfuric, nose hair-singeing fumes are nauseatingly amazing.

After a few moments of no more farts, I glance up, over Chamber’s fleshy hillside-mounds, and see him peering back at me with a cheeky grin.

Why isn’t he farting anymore? Then I remember his words.

I bring my hands up and start running them all over his rotund, fat-coated globes.I love the feel of his butt-blubber pouring through the gaps of my fingers.

With his ass fat nearly covering my mouth, I beg, “Please fart in my face.” 

“Aw such manners. Now there’s a good fart-sniffer. Enjoy… NGH”

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A typhoon of hot, sulfuric ass wind flies up my nose and I love it. Chamber tightens his quads around my head, pulling me in and smothering my face against his pillowy yet firm buttcheeks.

Chamber starts swiveling his hips, rubbing his bare bum all over my face while unleashing a category 5 fart storm.

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“Yeah that’s it. Kiss it!”

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 “Taste it!” 

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“Show it the love it deserves!”

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“Worship my nasty, unbeatable booty!”

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Spurred on by his words and huffing up all his noxious ass gas, I start peppering his meaty globes with kisses, and licking the sweat trickling from his ass crack. 

This is too much, I feel like I’m about to shoot. My body’s starting to shake.

“Whoa-whoa, let’s pump the brakes. We don’t want the fun to end too soon.” Chamber says as he frees me from his head-scissor and rolls me onto my back, before lying his enormous self on top of me, making me groan. 

“Here, maybe this’ll cool you down.” He continues with an arched eyebrow.

Chamber lifts up his arm and plants his sweaty armpit on my face. He then starts wiping his armpit from left to right, drenching my face in his musky sweat.

Even though I’m loving this too, it does surprisingly start to cool me down. So caught up, I don’t even realize that I’m licking Chamber’s sweaty pit until he jumps off of me and growls. “You’re fucking insatiable, I can’t take it any more. It’s time to put you in the Gas Chamber.”

Something sounding so foreboding shouldn’t sound so hot. 

Chamber stands up and faces away from me. I get onto my knees and come face-to-face with his thick cakes. The words ‘GAS’ and ‘CHAMBER’ are right before my eyes. 

Unable to resist, I bring my face towards his ass but he takes a step forward, putting distance between us. “Beg” He growls, huskily.

“Please put me in the Gas Chamber. I’ve never wanted anything more.” I beg.

Chamber reaches back with both hands and spreads open his beefy slabs, revealing his asshole. 

I follow his silent command, diving my face in between his imprisoning cheeks; pressing my nose and lips against his asshole. 

Chamber lets go of his cheeks, entombing my entire head in his Gas Chamber.

“There you go, nice and trapped in my Gas Chamber, with no way to escape… FGH” 

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I take a 9 second, eggy fart, right up the nose. So turned on by his raunchy ass fumes, I start licking his winking, sweaty pucker. Chamber moans above me. 

“Oh fuck yeah. Eat my nasty, butt-bombing hole you crazy fucker” RRHHBBRR “Eat this too while you’re at it” BBWWTTDD “Yeah keep that throat open, I’m dropping another air biscuit down your gullet” FFMMOOHT “Fuck yeah, you’re a perfect, willing fart-sniffer” RRFFVVBBB “Gonna get you addicted to my stinky ass gas” PPWWLLAB “Make sure you’re in my bed every night” FFHHTSTSSS “Begging me to lock your face in my Gas Chamber” BBBBRRRRR-MMMMMOOOOO-DDDDTTTTTT

“Damn, you’ve been locked up in the Gas Chamber for 7 minutes and you’re still frenching with my hole like some love-sick teenager. As soon as I trap someone in there, they’re already trying to escape, but not you. Let’s see if this big fella heading your way will fix that. Oh well, it’s not like it really matters. No one escapes the Gas Chamber… NGH”

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Chamber unleashes another one of his inhumanely loud and long farts, right in my face. I take in deep breaths, torturing my lungs with his digested meat and onion smelling fumes. Even for a fart lover like me, it’s too much and I pass out halfway through. Right after I shoot my load in my boxers.

I groan as I come to. My face repeatedly bumping against something soft yet firm, awakens me. I open my eyes and right in my face is Chamber’s fat ass in a pair of black, form-fitting compression shorts. I’m slung over his shoulder and we’re walking through the deserted parking lot.

“What’s happening? Where are we going?” I ask, groggily.

“Heh, don’t you remember? You’re mine now. We’re heading back to my place. Why don’t you get some more sleep? When you wake up you’ll be in my bed and your handsome mug will be heading back into my Gas Chamber. Deep huffs fart-sniffer.”

Chamber pauses in the middle of the parking lot and hikes up his left leg with my upside-down face in front of his bubble butt.

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Smell of judging

For a birthday present, my best friend Kevin, who knows about my fart fetish, made me one of the three judges in a farting contest happening in an out-of-the-way, dive bar. It may not look like it but this place is welcoming to gay people. Though you might think it’s a gay bar since only men are here tonight. But even though this place is accepting, I don’t want to tip anyone off about my fart fetish.

I’m sitting at a table, judging the farting contest along with the bar owner, and the main bartender. A small stage is located just a few feet in front of us; one by one, contestants get on the stage and let it rip. There are twenty or thirty guys standing behind us, cheering and booing the contestants’ farts. We mostly judge the loudness of their farts. They get extra points if the stink of their farts reaches us. 

Unfortunately for me, I haven’t been impressed so far, and the tenth and final contestant is up. The guy’s name is Bill, he looks to be in his mid-thirties, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. People behind me are murmuring that he’s going to take it. 

With a cocky grin, Bill cocks his left leg and with his right arm, imitates pulling a truck horn.

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Bill rips an impressive 6 second, loud fart. And a small, cheesy stench reaches me and the other two judges’ noses. The crowd behind us is clapping and whistling. Looks like Bill’s won it.  

“Wow, that was pretty pathetic. You guys are easily impressed.” Everyone turns to look at the speaker. It’s a young, fit, college jock looking guy. He’s wearing a blue exercise shirt, and black basketball shorts.

Behind me, a guy whispers to a friend what I was thinking. “Who’s that?”

“Shit that’s Xavier. This kid’s farts are insane. He wins every fart contest hosted here. And for heaven's sake, if he ever says ‘Xavier’s about to explode’ around you, you get the hell out of there.” His friend answers quietly.

Xavier makes his way around the crowd and towards the stage. He stops at our judges table and smirks down at Joe, the bar owner. Joe is sitting in the middle, with me sitting to the right of him, and Michael, his bartender, sitting to the left.

“Hey there Joe, funny how no one told me about this farting contest even though I’m the reigning champ, four years in a row. Weird, huh?”

Joe nods, looking nervous. “Well this contest was a last minute thing since I didn’t have enough money for a cash prize” Joe nods his head to me. “His friend put up a 5000 dollar prize for the winner if he could be one of the judges.” 

That’s a lie. Kevin said he’s had this in the works for months, but I don’t call Joe out on it. 

Xavier looks at me; he gives me bedroom eyes and a lustful half smile. “Hey there, handsome. The name’s Xavier and I hope you like explosions.” He says the last part while looking at a pale-faced Joe.

Xavier turns around, and heads for the stage. My jaw drops at my first glimpse of his ass. Xavier has a huge bubble butt, plain and simple. It’s like he has two melons in the back of his shorts. His fat cheeks wobble and bounce against each other as he walks.

Xavier steps up to Bill on stage and claps him on the shoulder. “That was decent, but let me show you how a winner farts.”

With that, Xavier turns his back to all of us. He then bends his knees a bit, puts his hands on his knees, and arches his back, extending his bubbly ass out. 

He then calls out. “All aboard! This fart train’s about to leave the station!... GGH”

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A 10 second, trumpeting fart, erupts out of Xavier’s ass, flooring me. It’s so powerful that his fat globes are flapping as the monster fart escapes. That’s the loudest and longest fart I’ve ever witnessed.

Suddenly the stench of rotten eggs and onions hit my nose. I look over and see Michael, with watery eyes, covering his nose with his hand. And Joe’s covering his nose with the collar of his shirt and coughing. Behind us, the rest of the crowd is coughing and gagging.  

Xavier sighs in relief and starts fanning the air behind his ass towards the crowd. “Ah, breathe it in gentlemen, that’s the stench of my continuing reign as the farting champion.”

Bill looks sickened but a look of determination washes over his face. “That was cute, boy, but it’s time for Big Daddy to put you in your place.” Bill now turns around, aiming his jean-clad, flat ass towards us. 

Bill uses a hand to put pressure on his stomach and grunts.

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Bill rips a long series of poots, that sounds like a machine gun. Xavier’s fart stink is still heavy in the air but I get a slight whiff of Bill’s cheesy fumes, which is pretty impressive.

The crowd’s cheering and a few guys are telling Bill to take the kid down.

Xavier doesn’t look fazed. In fact he leans over, brings his face near Bill’s ass, and takes in a few lungfuls of air. He straightens up and scoffs.

“I was expecting better after all you said Bill. I may be younger but we all know that I’m Big Daddy Gas around here.”

My face reddens as Xavier reaches back and cups the bottom of his thick cheeks with both hands. He then starts jiggling them and… 

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Xavier unleashes a long, sputtering fart that keeps changing pitch and tone thanks to Xavier jiggling his cakes. We’re all astounded but it quickly changes to disgust as Xavier’s noxious fumes fill the bar, making everyone, including Bill, gag.

Bill looks both nauseous and annoyed. In a bravely stupid move, Bill walks up, spins around, and pushes his flat ass against Xavier’s bubbly one.

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Bill rips a 3 second, quack-sounding fart on Xavier’s ass. It’s truly unimpressive. It’s at that moment that Bill and everyone else realizes that he’s screwed. Bill nervously looks over his shoulder, at Xavier, only to find Xavier looking back at him, over his shoulder, with a devilish grin.

“Damn you just fucked up Billy-boy. Xavier’s about to explode.” Xavier warns with their asses still pressed together.

Bill tries to step away but Xavier reaches back, grabs Bill by the hips, keeping him in place. Xavier scrunches up his face in concentration and then…

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3 straight minutes of putrid ass wind thunders out of Xavier’s ass, who’s ohing and ahing as he unloads it on Bill’s ass. Xavier’s titan-of-a-fart has so much power that we can see Bill’s body visibly quaking from it. And Bill looks miserable.

The crowd starts groaning and coughing as Xavier’s fumes escape from in between their two asses, and flows over the rest of us; stinking of digested meat and broccoli. 

Two and a half minutes in, Xavier releases Bill’s hips, and Xavier’s powerful fart pushes Bill off the stage. Thankfully Bill catches himself on his hands and knees before he faceplants on the floor.

Xavier sighs in relief as his fart comes to an end. “Ah, that felt good.” 

“Alright Xavier… you win” Joe shouts through his coughing fit.

Xavier looks back at Joe, over his shoulder, with a cheeky grin. “I don’t know Joe. Besides Bill, I didn’t see my other competition. To make sure I’m the undisputed winner, I think it’s time I stop holding back.” Xavier declares. 

I glance back and see the crowd looking freaked-out, and Joe has the same expression. “No Xavier, for the past three years, you’ve been making everyone in the bar pass out during your turn. Please not again, you already won.” Joe practically begs.

Xavier widens his stance, planting his feet shoulders-width apart. He squats some and arches his back, sticking his bubbly ass-mounds out. He then closes his eyes, tilts his head back, and starts grunting and straining. It’s obvious Xavier wasn’t listening because all he says next, without remorse is, “Xavier’s about to Explode”

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Another leviathan fart erupts from Xavier’s toxic ass. This one’s loud as a foghorn and lasts over 4 minutes. And it’s really something else because it starts to tint the air brown. 

Excluding us three judges, everyone else, including Bill, makes a break for the exit. I look back when I hear the sound of dozens of thuds. My eyes widen as I see all the guys who were trying to escape, lying on the ground, near the front door, unconscious. I’m confused; us judges are only a few yards away from Xavier’s poison-spewing ass, how did they pass out first?

Xavier sighs obnoxiously as his fart comes to a sputtering end. He waves his hand behind his ass, wafting his butt stink towards us three judges; the only ones still conscious.

Without turning around, Xavier starts laughing. He apparently knows what just happened. “Haha, I bet they didn’t expect to run into a wall of sbd fart clouds I dropped near the entrance. Ain’t nobody escaping. This winner here is gonna put you all in a fart coma, haha.” Xavier brags before turning around and hopping off the stage. He then cockily swaggers towards us. 

Joe, Michael, and I are coughing and gagging and teary-eyed. When Xavier reaches our table he casually shoves it out of the way. Thanks to Xavier’s ass gas dominating the air around us, the three of us are too weak to resist Xavier.

Xavier steps right up to Michael, with a lopsided grin. “It’s annoying how you always cut me off at two beers saying that anymore and my farts will be too much. As if I need beer to power-up my farts. Get a whiff of this action.”

Xavier wheels around, putting his pillowy backside in Michael’s face, making Michael whimper. Xavier then reaches back, grabs the back of Michael’s neck, and shoves his face into his ass. I’m turning red watching Xavier’s ass fat flow and mold over Michael’s face, smothering him. Xavier takes a deep breath and grunts.

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Xavier rips a 50 second, monster fart, pointblank in Michael’s face. Once it’s over, Xavier pulls Michael’s face away from his ass. Michael slumps in his chair, unconscious.

Xavier then steps in front of Joe, and looks down at him with mock sadness. “Joe, you trying to exclude me from this year’s farting contest really hurt my asshole’s feelings. He’d like to have a private word with you in his room.”

Xavier spins around and then suddenly pulls down the back of his shorts. I gap as his fuzzy, blubbery mounds pour out and wobble in the open. Through his coughing, Joe makes a pained noise.

Xavier reaches back with both hands. He uses one hand to open his cheeks (unfortunately from my angle, I can’t see into his crack) and with the other he grabs the back of Joe’s head.

“Please, no Xavier, y-MMMMM” Joe’s pleading is silenced as his face is submerged in between Xavier’s globes. 

“That’s enough outta you. In ya go… NGH”

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A minute and a half long, monstrous fart explodes out of Xavier’s ass and right into Joe’s face. Through the whole fart, Joe’s struggling and trying to pull his face out of Xavier’s ass, but Xavier won’t let him escape. Joe’s movement becomes weaker by the second. At the 40 second mark of the fart, Joe’s body goes limp. 

Xavier sighs in relief and pulls Joe’s face out of his ass when he’s done. It’s accompanied with a wet squelch; I see Joe’s unconscious face is drenched with Xavier’s ass sweat.  I also spot a few ass hairs peppering Joe’s face too.

Xavier lets Joe’s unconscious body fall into the chair and turns his focus on me. With a cheeky smirk, Xavier steps in front of me, with his bare, bubble butt still out in the open.

“Sorry about this handsome but it looks like you’re gonna be another casualty in this one-sided fart war I’ve declared. But look on the bright side, once you wake up, you can tell all your friends that the greatest farter in the world, farted in your face.”

With that, Xavier spins around. He does it so fast that his meaty globes clap against each other when his butt comes to a complete stop.

With his butt inches from my face, Xavier bends at the waist, pushing his ass out, and even closer to my face. Then he reaches back, grabs a cheek in either hand, and spreads open his ass crack.

I choke, but not because of Xavier’s fumes this time. I choke at the sight of Xavier’s butthole surrounded by a forest of black, curly hair. When Xavier grunts I can perfectly see his pucker open up and press out.

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Xavier unleashes two consecutive, beastly farts in my face. They have enough power to blow my hair back. The stench of rotten fish and methane has me retching.

Xavier peers back at me, with wide eyes. “The fuck? You’re still conscious back there? Now I can’t have that. It’s your own fault for what I’m about to make you smell… FGH”

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Xavier’s butthole opens again and 30 seconds of fetid ass gas vents right into my face. As I breathe in his raunchy vapors, my lungs feel like they’re on fire and my eyes are stinging, but all this does nothing to deflate my hard-on.

Xavier seems to be really irked that I’m still conscious. “THAT’S IT! I don’t count this as a win until everyone in this place is knocked-out. Sorry handsome, but to keep my title, your face is coming in.”

Xavier widens his legs as he steps back, practically straddling me. His naked bubble butt is right in my face. 

With one hand, Xavier reaches back and spreads open his cheeks. With the other he grabs the back of my head and pulls my face into his ass. My face is quickly submerged deep in between his doughy cakes. I feel his plump globes clamping down on the sides of my face and his winking pucker kissing the tip of my nose.

“In you go. Now hang on buddy, Xavier’s about to Explode.”

PPPVVVTTT “Ah get a whiff of that” FFFRRRPPPP “Chew on that one” BBBBDDDRRR “Oh that was wet” PPPLLLLBBBB “Every year I win this by farting everyone in the bar unconscious” DDDMMMFFFF “And that ain’t changing today” PPPWWWWRRRR “Resist all you want but I’m still farting you to dreamland” BBBBRRRRDDDDD “You’ve got no chance against my unstoppable booty” RRRRUUUUFFFF “So just submit to my nasty farts and…”

“Go” BBBBBBBWWWWWWAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP

“To” FFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMDDDDDDD

“Sleep… NGH”

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Xavier rips a barrage of big farts, point-blank in my face, buried deep in his ass. His last one is a behemoth that lasts almost 2 minutes. The stench of rancid meat and sulfur has me choking and retching, but I’m still conscious.

With a wet squelch, Xavier pulls my butt-sweat drenched face out of his big ass. 

“What do I have to do to-” First Xavier’s looking down at me, over his shoulder, angrily. Then his expression changes to confusion and then it ends in surprise. “Are you hard?” he accuses.

I look down. I’m mortified by the obvious hard-on and wet spot visible in my crotch.

A cheeky little grin forms on Xavier’s lips and his eyes go half-lidded. “Oh, I see now.” Xavier says as he pulls his shorts back up, to my disappointment. 

Next thing I know, Xavier turns around, grabs me by the shoulders, and stands me up. Suddenly he grabs me by the waist, and tosses me onto his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

I’m completely confused. Xavier’s now carrying me and I’m face-to-face with his upside-down ass.

“I’ve already won this competition by knocking out the other guys. You don’t count because you’re the actual prize.” 

“What?” I ask, even more confused.

“Heh, it’s obvious that you're a fart-slut. But now that I’ve won this year's farting contest, you’re my fart-slut. You're my main prize and the 5 grand is just the icing on the cake.”

“Now hold on, I-”

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Xavier cuts me off by hiking his leg up and farting right in my upside-down face.

“But”

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“But”

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Xavier keeps his leg cocked up and farts in my face everytime I try to speak.

“The only ‘but’ that concerns us is mine and it’ll be butt bombing you from now on. You got that fart-slut” Xavier growls.

That’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard. I moan as I bury and smother my face in his pillowy mounds.

Xavier snickers as he pats the back of my head. “Now there’s a good fart-slut. Huff up your master’s farts.” 

With my face still buried in his ass, Xavier starts moving. And he poots in my face with every step.

First, Xavier grabs the envelope of money on the shoved-aside table and then he heads towards the exit. 

Xavier has to step over the unconscious bodies littering the floor, to get to the exit.

Bill, who’s on his back groans as he slowly regains consciousness. Unfortunately, it’s at the same time Xavier’s stepping over him. 

Xavier plants his feet on either side of Bill's head, and then he pulls my face away from his ass. 

“Sorry fart-slut, but it looks like your master has some unfinished business. I like to make sure everyone's knocked out cold as I leave, to claim victory. And there’s no need to be jealous, for the rest of the night Xavier’s gonna be Exploding just for you, hehe.”

As Bill opens his eyes, he sees the horrific sight of Xavier’s huge ass getting bigger and bigger as he squats down onto his face. Bill grunts as his face is buried under all that ass fat of Xavier’s meaty globes. Still over his shoulder, I have a front-row seat to this event.

“Better luck next time Bill. But until then, enjoy the stench of defeat… UGH”

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Xavier rips a 9 second, trumpeting fart in Bill’s smothered face. I get a whiff of his sulfuric fumes as Xavier stands, revealing a once again unconscious Bill. With his usual, cocky swagger, Xavier heads for the exit.

Xavier comes to a complete stop at the door. “Oh fart-slut, get your face back in my booty. Xavier’s about to Explode big time.”

As I dive my face back into his bulbous mounds, I internally thank my best friend, Kevin for giving me the chance to be claimed by this farting god.

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Smell of the debt collector: part 2

Nick felt guilty about running off four years ago and leaving his ex-fiance Steve to deal with his gambling debt to the Rossi family.  But today Nick feels jealous since he’s heard that not only has Steve paid-off the debt, he’s living in a big, beautiful house.

Nick's also heard that Steve’ll be gone for the weekend for some computer expo, so Nick’s decided to break into his home and steal everything he can. Nick’s still gambling heavily and is low on money, so he won’t feel too guilty after robbing Steve. Nick knows it’s a risk returning to Rossi controlled territory, but he’ll be in and out before anyone notices.

It’s midnight and Nick picklocks the backdoor and slips inside. He silently creeps through the dark and quiet house.

As Nick slinks through the kitchen, a huge fist comes out of the shadows and hits him right in the face, laying him out on the ground. 

Nick holds his jaw in pain. “Ow, what the fu-”

Nick’s cut off as a huge, warm, pillowy object sits on his face, smothering him. It’s muffled but Nick hears a voice say, “Shut up and get Skunked bitch! …HGH”

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A huge explosion erupts in Nick’s face, rattling him to the core. Then an unholy stench of rotten eggs and digested meat crawls up his nose. Nick tries to buck the mysterious object off his face but it isn’t budging. In a matter of seconds, Nick’s overwhelmed and passes out.

Nick cries in pain as he’s woken up by a hard slap to the face. Nick’s alarmed to find himself on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back and his ankles tied together. It looks like he’s in a basement and not alone. With wide eyes he takes in the tan, muscular man, standing in front of him, who’s only wearing a pair of black slacks.

The man squats down so he’s on eye level with Nick, and gives him a lopsided grin. “Hello there Nick. Mind telling me why you’re sneaking around my home?”

Nick feels nervous. How does this guy know his name?

“I’m sorry this was a complete mistake. I thought this was Steve Brock’s house.”

“Well you’re half right. This is Steve Brock-Rossi’s house, but mine too. I’m Stefano Rossi, his husband.” Stefano informs him.

Nick goes pale.

“Let’s cut the shit Nick, where’s my fucking money? Oh and since you fucked over my now-husband, you now owe me 500,000.” Stefano angrily growls.

Nick knows who Stefano Rossi is and his methods, so he starts pleading. “Please Mr. Rossi I don't have that kinda money, please don’t Skunk me.”

Stefano gives a shark-like grin. “Well if you ain’t got my money, then you can save your worthless words for my booty.”

Stefano turns around, revealing his enormous, slacks-covered bubble butt. Nick’s horrified by its immense size. Each of his ass cheeks are bigger than Nick’s head.

Stefano puts his hands on his knees, and arches his back, sticking his bulbous backside right into Nick’s face.

“Please-” Nick tries again but Stefano cuts him off.

“The only thing I wanna hear from your broke, backstabbing mouth is you choking on my farts. GET SKUNKED BITCH… GGH”

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A huge fart roars out of Stefano’s ass with enough power to blow back Nick’s hair. Nick immediately starts dry-heaving on what smells like sulfur mixed with raw sewage. His lungs feel like they’re on fire as he breathes it in.

“This is for the Rossi family, for not paying what you owe… HGH”

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“This is for me, for making me do all the work of luring you here so I can Skunk you out… FGH”

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“And this is for my Stevie-boy, for screwing over someone who’s clearly out of your league… GGH”

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Stefano keeps pelting Nick’s face with huge, putrid-smelling farts. Nick’s gagging and his eyes are watering from Stefano’s potent and raunchy ass wind. Nick feels like he’s gonna throw up.

Nick rapidly blinks his eyes to stop the tears so he can see. When he does, he frowns because Stefano is gone.

Suddenly he feels a big warm object pressing against the left side of his head.

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What’s obviously Stefano’s ass pulls away and a second later it’s pressed against the right side of Nick’s head.

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Then it’s pressed against the back of Nick’s head.

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Finally, everything goes dark for Nick as Stefano thrusts his beefy ass into Nick’s face.

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The overpowering stench of digested meat and spices is too much for Nick and he passes out.

Nick regains consciousness and groans as he finds himself still restrained, on his knees, in the basement. But what is new is the gas mask covering his mouth and nose. A long black hose is protruding from the front and Nick follows it with his eyes. Nick follows it to a nearly naked Stefano Rossi standing a few feet away. He’s only wearing a black jock strap. 

With a sly grin, Stefano turns around showing-off his bare, fuzzy mounds.

Nick then notices the end of the other side of the hose in Stefano’s hand. Still grinning at Nick, over his shoulder, Stefano buries the end of the hose deep in between his fat globes.

“Last time I Skunked you, a lot of my gas was wasted. But with this, you’ll have to inhale every molecule of my skunky fumes. Tell me if this works.” Stefano scrunches up his face in concentration and then grunts.

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A long trumpeting fart echoes and flows down the tube until it hits Nick, right up the nose. Nick starts screaming and thrashing his head as the noxious scent assaults his sense of smell.

Stefano smiles in content at the sound of Nick’s suffering. “Ah, sounds like it’s working. While I’m Skunking you, let me tell you my grand idea.”

“Let’s face it, your broke ass ain’t got that kinda money, but I’ve got a win-win solution” FART “To pay off your debt you’ll work for me as my personal fart-sniffer” FART “I win because I won’t have to smell my own farts and Stevie-boy won’t bitch at me for stinking up the house” FART “And you win because you’ll still be alive” FART “Also this position comes with some good benefits” FART “You get free room and board” FART “What does it matter that this is your new room and you’ll usually be bound up” FART “And you’ll also get free meals” FART “Who cares that I’ll be Skunking everything you eat” FART

“Now let's talk about your salary, I’m thinking 25 cent a fart” PPRRBB “And that’s good news for you because I fart at least 100 times a day” FFWWTT “You’ll be earning at least 25 bucks a day” RRLLMM “Your 500,000 dollar debt will be paid off in no time” FFDDPP “It’ll just take you the rest of your naturally born life” BBBBLLLLLOOOOORRRRR

Nick’s retching and screaming in the gas mask as Stefano pumps one noxious fart after another down the hose.The stench of rotten eggs and Stefano’s personal ass musk has Nick feeling nauseous, and his words are turning his stomach as well. Stefano’s detailing a horrific nightmare Nick would never want to experience. He's shaking his head vigorously from the idea and the stench.

Stefano’s glancing back at Nick with a cheeky little grin. “Wow, it seems like you really want the job, which is a good thing because let's face it, I’m not giving you a choice… NGH” 

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“Do a good job and there might be a promotion for you in the future. You might move up and become my rim-bitch, though I’ll have to run it by Stevie-boy… GGH”

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“Uh-oh I feel a big one coming. Buckle up fart-sniffer, this butt bomb’s going to be a doozy… NGH”

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Nick’s forced to inhale every ounce of Stefano’s vile, eggy farts. It’s too much and Nick’s passing-out once again.

Nick comes to and he finds himself on his back. From the look of the ceiling, he’s still in the basement.

Nick makes a noise of confusion as he discovers that he can’t move his body, and his face is poking out of a perfectly sized hole for it. Nick looks around and realizes his face is sticking out of the seat of a big, black, leather recliner chair. Oh no, Stefano’s gonna sit on his face as he farts.

Nick’s yells are muffled, just now noticing that his mouth has been duct-taped shut. 

Stefano’s grinning face pops into view and he’s all sweaty. “Hey Nick, I just got back from the gym. Now I gotta warn ya, my pre-workout protein shake makes me super gassy. Get to work fart-sniffer , oh and ignore all the sweat.”

With that, Stefano turns around, revealing that he’s wearing another jockstrap. Nick looks up fearfully at Stefano’s bare, sweat-glistening cakes that are eclipsing his face in its shadow.

Without a sliver of restraint, Stefano carelessly sits down hard on Nick’s face, making Nick grunt. It’s accompanied with a wet squelch thanks to all that sweat. 

Nick’s practically being drowned in all of Stefano’s ass fat and sweat covering his face. And worst of all, his nose is nestled in between Stefano’s fat butt cheeks. 

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Stefano immediately rips a huge, wet fart right in Nick’s face. It stinks of rotten fish, and has Nick’s eyes watering.

“Ah that felt good. You know I’ve been saving all of my gas, since I hit the gym, just for you. No need to thank me”

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“Isn’t this perfect, fart-sniffer. From this day forward, you’ll be huffing up dozens and dozens of my farts, everyday, for the rest of your life. Doesn’t that sound like a dream-come-true.”

Stefano rips another long, wet-sounding, eggy fart up Nick’s nose. Nick shakes his head, as much as he can, trying to dislodge his nose from Stefano’s ass crack.

Stefano smirks, feeling this. “Oh, and here I thought you finally understood your place. You’re nothing more than my fart-sniffer now. Seems like I’ll have to break your mind, body, and spirit for you to understand.”

Nick greedily inhales cool air as Stefano lifts his titanic rump off of his face. It only lasts for a second before Stefano slams his meaty bum back down on Nick’s face. 

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“Ah, I’m gonna break your mind. Make it so that all you think about is my smelly ass. You’ll wake up and go to sleep thinking about my skunky farts.”

Stefano lifts his ass up and slams it back down on Nick’s face again.

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“Oh yeah, I’m gonna break your body. My farts are gonna be baked into your skin permanently. Even if you were to escape, which you won't, you'd be shunned by everyone because you’d always stink of my putrid fumes.”

Stefano once again rises up and drops his immense posterior back on Nick’s face.

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“And finally, I’ll break your spirit. You’ll revere my booty like a god. You’ll pray to it for mercy but all it will show you is this… NGH”

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Stefano keeps bouncing his bubble butt on Nick’s face and farting for a while. Nick’s face is wet from Stefano’s butt sweat and his own tears. He’s starting to understand that this is his new life now.

So far, everytime Nick’s woken up, it’s to a new form of Stefano’s Skunking torture. Nick’s very surprised to find himself still trapped in the chair.

Nick hears a door opening and Stefano talking; he’s not alone.

A few moments later, four men’s faces, including Stefano’s, pop into view, peering down at Nick’s face. With how much the three look like Stefano, it’s obvious they are Rossi.

“Hey buddy, say hi to the family.” Stefano gestures to the guy younger and less muscular than him. “This is my little cousin Lorenzo”

He then points to the fat yet muscular guy, who looks to be in his forties. “And this is my uncle Enzo.”

He lastly introduces the man who looks like an older version of himself, with a bit of a gut. “And this is my father, Santino.”

Santino frowns down at Nick’s face sticking out the seat of the chair. “What the hell is this boy?”

“This is my fart-sniffer” Stefano states proudly, making the other Rossi men balk. 

“What the hell do you do with him?” asks Lorenzo.

“Well Steve loves me but when I’m real gassy he kicks me out of the house and makes me fart in the backyard. Even in winter. But with my fart-sniffer, I can fart in his face all I want. And with him huffing up my farts, me and Steve don’t have to smell my gas.”

Santino looks down at Nick in wonder. “Your mother does the same to me when I’m gassy.”

Enzo nods, “Your aunt too.”

“And my girl Gina kicks my ass out of her place too when I gotta fart.” Lorenzo adds.

Stefano’s grin broadens. “Well why don’t you give my fart-sniffer a try” Stefano offers.

“Me first!” Lorenzo shouts, before flinging himself onto the chair, planting his perky butt on Nick’s face, making him groan in pain.

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Nick gets a faceful of Lorenzo’s eggy fart, making him gag. Nick grimaces as he starts sniffing up Lorenzo’s noxious vapors, this is his purpose.

“Ah, man this is great cuz. He’s huffing it all up and I don't gotta smell any of it.”

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The youngest rips a short squeaky fart up Nick’s nose that smells much worse than the last, but nowhere near Stefano’s level. It still has Nick coughing.

Lorenzo laughs, “Haha count yourselves lucky for this fart-sniffer or I’d have had all of you choking on that one.” 

Enzo scoffs, “Out of the way son, let me show you how your papa rips gas.”

Lorenzo hops off of Nick’s face. Enzo steps up to the chair and spins around. Nick nervously gazes up at the fat, blubbery ass lording above his face. 

WHAM

Enzo drops his huge butt onto Nick’s face, burying him under what feels like a mountain of ass fat. Nick cries in pain.

Enzo hikes up his right leg and…

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Enzo pushes out a bubbly, long fart up Nick’s nose. Nick’s eyes are watering as he sniffs up what smells like rotten seafood and onions.

“Oh yeah son, I had your mom’s cooking before coming here and you know what that does to my stomach. You're lucky I didn’t fart in the car, hotboxing you on the way here.”

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“Ah, you all should be grateful for this fart-sniffer. It's only because of him that you three are still conscious, hehe” Enzo boasts.

Santino rolls his eyes, “Please Enzo, back in the day, you’d always lose to me when we’d have a farting competition. Move out of the way, it’s the master’s turn.”

Enzo hmphs as he gets up, but not before ripping one last fart on Nick’s face.

Santino has a similar bubble butt to Stefano but not as big. Nick can’t observe it too much because Santino quickly drops his ass onto Nick’s face, hurting his nose.

Santino digs his fingertips into the arms of the chair, grounds his ass down harder on Nick’s face, and grits his teeth. “NGH… Let me show you boys why my Maria kicks me out of the house when I’m feeling gassy… UGH”

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A monstrous fart roars out of Santino’s ass and into Nick’s face. It reeks of digested meat and cabbage. Nick’s retching and gagging as he breathes it in.

Enzo and Lorenzo look on, slack-jawed, amazed by Santino’s fart. Stefano wears a sly, lopsided grin.

Santino smirks at his nephew and brother. “Oh yeah you two, welcome to the big leagues… GGH”

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An even bigger fart explodes out of Santino’s ass, sickening Nick further.

Stefano snickers, catching his father’s ire.

“You guys remember that I’m infamous for Skunking people who owe us money, right? It's amusing that you guys think you’re even competition.”

“Then come on over and show us how it’s done, boy.” Santino challenges as he gets up. 

With a shit-eating grin, Stefano steps up to the chair and wheels around. Nick whimpers as Stefano’s bulbous globes eclipse his face in it’s shadow. 

Instead of sitting, Stefano just stands where he is, with his hands on his hips. Stefano takes a deep breath and then gives a relieving sigh.

Lorenzo frowns, “What are y-” Stefano cuts him off.

Still smirking, Stefano holds up a finger, “Wait for it.” he says to everyone’s confusion.

Suddenly Nick is dry-heaving and tears are streaming down his face. He’s hit by Stefano’s atrocious sbd. It reeks of raw sewage and methane. 

The stench quickly spreads throughout the basement. The three other Rossi men take a step back and cover their mouths and noses with their hands.

“Ugh, the smells inhuman” “I think something crawled up your ass and died, boy” “Steve should’ve kicked your ass to the curb long ago if you’re farting like that” The three bemoan. 

Stefano grins, reveling in their disgust. Proving to them that they’re no match for his Skunking abilities.

Stefano takes a seat, planting his slacks-covered, fat bum on Nick’s face, hard.

Stefano scrunches up his face and starts grunting and straining. “HGH… Watch and learn gentlemen. This is how you overwhelm a professional fart-sniffer… FGH”

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Stefano unleashes a behemoth of a fart that lasts over three minutes, putting Santino’s fart to shame. The stench of rancid fish swimming in a sea of sulfur overwhelms Nick and he passes out at the one minute mark.

The three Rossi men are horrified by the length of Stefano’s fart. It also has so much power that it has the ground vibrating beneath them.

Stefano sighs in relief as his massive fart comes to a sputtering end. He then wipes the sweat off the brow of his reddened face. 

Stefano opens his eyes and sees that the basement door’s open and the three men are gone. He hears them trampling and coughing up the stairs. 

Stefano laughs and calls out after them, “What’s the matter guys? Is it something I said? Hahaha”

Even though no one’s there to witness it, Stefano rips a few more poots on Nick’s unconscious face.

Hours, days, weeks? Nick doesn’t know how long he's been Stefano’s fart-sniffer, but he’s come to terms with that this is the point of his existence. Stefano’s broken him; Nick’s done trying to resist and escape. Nick’s meant to sniff up Stefano’s farts and anyone else’s he permits, in this basement, forever.

Nick’s bound up, on his knees, when Stefano surprises him by undoing his restraints. With a cheeky grin, Stefano says, “You’ve been such a good fart-sniffer that you’ve earned yourself a reward. We’re gonna get you outta this room and take a little stroll around the house.”

Nick looks at him gratefully. “Thank you master.”

Stefano's grin turns wicked as he continues, “However, there is a caveat” Stefano shows off the roll of duct tape in his free hand.

Stefano quickly spins around, putting his meaty ass right in Nick’s face. As usual, all Stefano’s wearing is a jockstrap.

Before Nick can react, Stefano reaches back, grabs the back of his neck, and pulls Nick’s face into his fat ass, burying it in his abyss-like ass crack.

Once Stefano feels Nick’s nose touching his asshole, he uses the duct tape to wrap a long strip around his waist and the back of Nick’s head, keeping his face trapped in his big ass. Stefano does this several times over, ensuring Nick can’t escape. 

Nick can’t see a thing, all he can feel is Stefano’s fat cakes enveloping his face. And all he can breathe is Stefano’s butt musk.

Once he’s finished, Stefano takes a few steps forward, forcing Nick to clumsily crawl forward as well.

Stefano snickers, “Alright fart-sniffer, let's head on upstairs and say hello to someone from your old life.”

After a tiring weekend away, Steve’s glad to be back home. “I’m home, Stef.” Steve shouts as he heads to the kitchen to get something to drink. 

After Steve pop-opens a can of Diet Coke, he hears heavy, slow steps and poots heading towards him, coming from further in the house. 

Steve can’t help but blush, it's been days since Stefano last Skunked him.

Steve loves Stefano’s farts but sometimes it’s too much for even him to handle. When Stefano’s really gassy, Steve forces him to fart in the backyard. Even Steve has his limit.

Stefano enters the kitchen, smirking, and Steve’s jaw drops. Stefano steps into the room with a man crawling behind him, and his face is duct-taped to Stefano’s ass. 

This whole situation is turning Steve on, but he has to put his foot down. “Stefano we already agreed that you won’t bring your work into the house! If you have to bring it home then you do it in the garage.” Steve admonishes him.

“But Steve-boy, we should make an exception, this one time. After all, don't you recognize him?” Stefano asks with a wolfish grin.

Stefano turns to the right, making the man strapped to his ass do the same, giving Steve a side-profile of the both of them. Steve sees the dice tattoo on the mystery victim’s ankle and gasps.

“Is that Nick?” asks Steve.

“Heh, it was Nick, but now he’s just my fart-sniffer. I don’t even see him as a person; hell, I doubt he even sees himself as a person, anymore.”

Steve has so many questions but doesn’t know where to start. Stefano sees this and decides to explain. “Before you left, I lured Nick here with some rumors. I made sure he didn't catch that we were together. When he came to rob you, I easily captured him. I’ve been Skunking him this entire weekend; breaking his mind, turning him into nothing but my fart-sniffer. 

Now I can remain in the house when my gas gets really bad. I’ll just get my handy fart-sniffer and fart down his throat. This is a gift for the both of us.” 

Steve shakes his head in awe. “How can you make destroying someone else's life both hot and sweet at the same time?”

For a split moment, Nick believed that his ex would save him, that he’d be freed. But his words kill that dream. Nick gives a muffled, defeated whine, from in between Stefano’s fat cheeks.

Stefano glares down at his fart-sniffer, over his shoulder. “Did you really think he’d help you after the shit you pulled? Choke on this fart-sniffer!” Stefano growls.

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Stefano’s big, beefy fart fires right up Nick’s nose, making him gag and cough. 

Stefano can tell this is turning on his husband. With an impish grin, Stefano closes in on Steve, ripping a loud poot in his fart-sniffer’s face with every step.

Stefano pulls Steve into a bone-crushing hug and whispers in his ear, “My new fart-sniffer changes nothing, you know I never run outta gas. I’m still gonna be Skunking your handsome face on a daily basis.” 

Steve smiles, blushing. “Asshole.” 

Stefano returns a loving smile, “You know you love it.” They then start kissing, conveying how much they missed each other over the weekend.

Nick hears the two kissing, wishing it were him. He wishes he was still with Steve and never fucked him over. He wishes this new life of his was just a terrible nightmare that he’ll wake up from.

Stefano ends Nick’s wishful thinking as his ass lips open, push out, and smooch the tip of Nick’s nose.

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Smell of the debt collector: part 1

MONDAY

I step into my apartment and sigh; it’s been another long day. It’s already hard enough running a computer repair business, but only a few days ago, my ex-fiance ran off. And he took all the money in our joint bank account. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Nick’s been jobless for nearly a year and has a gambling problem. I never left him because we’ve been together for 8 years and he was my first ever boyfriend. 

I’m startled as I turn on the light and find a muscular Italian man, who’s built like a superhero, sitting on my couch. He’s wearing a tight pair of bluejeans, a white wife beater that’s a size-to-small, and some sunglasses. 

“Who the fuck are you? Get the hell out of my apartment!” I bark at him.

He fucking smirks. “Sup, the name’s Stefano Rossi.” 

His words make me go pale. The Rossi family is a crime family that controls the entire city. 

“W-what do you want?” I ask, scared shitless.

“Well Stevie-boy, I’m a debt collector and your fiance Nick owes us a lot of money. It’s time to pay up and he suddenly vanishes. Unfortunately for you, since you two are practically married, his debt falls to you.”

I’m shocked and crushed by this. How could Nick do this to me?

“How much does he owe you?” I ask, softly.

“150” he bluntly states, flooring me.

“150,000 dollars!” I exclaim.

He nods, still smirking. “How about you pay me and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“I-I don’t have that kind of money” I nervously confess.

He gives me a fake pout. “Ah damn, well it looks like I need to teach you a lesson.” Stefano says as he stands up, “Sorry dude but you're about to be Skunked. It’s what I do to people who don’t pay us our money.” The mountain-of-a-man growls as he lumbers up to me. 

I’m trapped with my back against the wall. This debt collector doesn’t stop until he’s within a foot of me. 

“What do you mean by being ‘Skunked’?” I ask.

Stefano smirks like the cat who caught the canary. “Why tell you when you can experience it.” 

He turns around and I gasp. Stefano shows that he has an insanely fat, bubble butt. Each of his ass cheeks are bigger than my head. 

His jean-clad, ample globes jiggle from his laughter at my gasp. “Heh, I know right? I got a big dump truck. Anywho, I hope you’re ready? Prepared to get skunked.”

Stefano leans forward, arches his back, and pushes his ass out towards me, accentuating the size of his bubble butt. I hear him take a deep breath and then…

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I’m shocked, he just ripped a huge, chainsaw-sounding fart.  I’m both horrified and turned on. I have a secret farting kink, but it’s coming from a criminal who wants money that I don’t have.

I gag as the smell of rotten eggs and garlic fills my nose. With his ass still facing me, Stefano looks back with a smirk. “Congrats Stevie-boy you’ve just been Skunked. Get used to it. Until you pay us our money you’re going to be getting Skunked a lot… RGH”

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He showers me with another atrocious-smelling fart. The stench is sickening; I cover my mouth and nose with the collar of my shirt. It barely helps.

Stefano chuckles, “Oh, you think that’ll help. Well let me just fix that.” He backs up and presses his meaty rump against my midsection.

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He farts again and this time it seeps through my shirt and rises up to my nose. I yank down that collar of my shirt, coughing on his eggy butt fumes.

The stench is so overbearing that I can’t keep myself up. I slide down until I’m seated on the floor and my back’s laying against the wall.

With watery eyes, I realize that I’ve just put myself face-to-face with Stefano's toxic ass. 

Stefano sways his hips slowly, making his gourd-sized mounds wobble in my face.

“Know this Stevie-boy: I’ll be Skunking you everyday until you pay what you owe. And if you don’t pay-up by the end of the month, well let's just say you don’t have to worry about your debt or anything else ever again.” 

I choke on my own spit, completely understanding his murderous threat.

“See you tomorrow Stevie-boy and hopefully with our money. Until then, back in you go buddy. Time to really Skunk you out.”

Stefano thrust his ass back, smothering my face with his huge, pillowy globes. With the wall behind me, I can’t escape. I hear him straining, then…

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A minute and a half long of butt stink erupts out of Stefano’s ass, point-blank into my face. It reeks of rotten eggs and raw sewage. As it comes to a sputtering end, I thankfully pass-out. It’s over at least for today.

TUESDAY

I wake up the next morning and quickly jump into the shower because I smell awful. After three showers, I still stink of Stefano’s farts but it’s not as noticeable.

I head to my business and work alongside my only employee, Travis, a kid who just graduated from high-school.

Working on computers has always been a passion of mine. It helps relieve me of stress and that’s just what I need. 

What happened with Stefano last night was frightening. I can’t get the Skunking ordeal outta my head. I had a semi last night but I was far more scared during our encounter. Will he be in my apartment again when I get home? How will I scrape up that kinda money?

It's 9pm so I close up the shop. Travis is already gone as I lock up. I head for my car, parked out back. I come to a stop as I find a black Cadillac, with tinted windows, double parked behind my car, trapping me. The driver side window rolls down revealing a shades-wearing, impishly grinning Stefano.

“Get in, we’re going for a drive.” He commands. My face sours, but I do what he says. Telling a higher-up in a crime-syndicate ‘no’ can only end badly.

As soon as I’m in the passenger’s seat he drives off like a bat out of hell. 

“Where’s my money?” he asks as we race down the road.

“I don’t have it yet. I-I’m trying to scrounge it up though.” I explain, scared as hell as we speed through the streets. We just passed a cop car but it didn’t care.

“Since you’ve got nothing for me, I’ve got plenty for you” With that, he leans away from me, aiming his toxic asscrack my way. 

“Please” but my voice is drowned out by...

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His hellish butt fumes quickly fill up the interior of the car. The stench of digested meat and onions has me retching. 

“If you even think of puking in my car, I’ll drag you into the nearest precinct, and take a shit down your throat, suffocating you in front of all those cops. Then I’ll leave, and have them deal with your body.” He threatens.

“Now, enough pussy-footing around. Time for you to get Skunked.” He says as he power-locks the doors and windows. He keeps his butt aimed at me while still driving like a mad man.

DDDDWWWWMMMMMBBBB “Ah, that felt good” RRRRHHHHHHDDDDDTTTTT “Oh, that one burned coming out” FFFFFLLLLLLUUUUUUPPPPP  “Ha, look at you trying for the windows when I just locked em” PPPPWWWWWMMMMBBBB “Nope, no fresh air for you” BBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAMMMMM “Fresh air is only for people who don’t owe the Rossi family money” MMMMMMFFFFFFRRRRRRPPPPP “Until your debt is clear, keep choking on my Skunk fumes… NGH”

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For 20 minutes, Stefano keeps driving us around, farting nonstop. The car is filled to the brim with his potent and putrid butt stink. It has me coughing, gagging, and my eyes watering. It’s a living hell.

Finally we return back to my shop, and Stefano unlocks the doors. I rip open my door and fall onto my hands and knees, on the pavement, dry-heaving.

I don’t realize that Stefano’s left his car until I see a pair of shoes, facing the opposite way of me. I look up and find his thick butt-slabs right in my face.

“I’ll be visiting you at work tomorrow. So you better have my money or I’ll be Skunking you and your business.” he then cocks his right leg and…

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Stefano rips a minute long fart, point-blank in my face that has enough power to blow my hair back. The stench of raw sewage and rotten fish has me retching on the ground. It takes me five minutes to pull myself together and to notice that Stefano’s gone.  

I get into my car feeling miserable and pretty pathetic because of my hard-on.

WEDNESDAY

All last night and this morning I’ve been psyching myself up. Stefano lied. He isn’t really going to show up here in my computer repair shop. He’s just going to jump me after work and torture me once again with his farts. I’m sure of it.

I’m proven wrong around lunch.

I’m in the back working on a laptop when I hear a commotion coming up front. It’s Travis raising his voice at someone.

“Hey, don’t lock the door! Hey, don't turn our ‘OPEN’ sign off! HEY GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”

I run to the front and nearly piss myself. He’s here. Stefano has Travis shoved in the corner. I can barely see him because Stefano’s massive body is blocking him.

Stefano has his back pressed against Travis’ front, keeping him pinned in the corner. And from what I can tell his ass is pressed against Travis’ crotch.

When I run out, Stefano gives me a lopsided grin. “Stevie-boy, this kid’s a really shitty employee. I’m gonna Skunk em…” He closes one eye and grunts.

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Stefano releases a series of huge farts on Travis. Travis is coughing and gagging and uselessly smacking Stefano’s massive back. Stefano’s laughing and ohing and ahing after every fart. Even though he’s farting on Travis, his skunkish vapors escape, filling the entire shop with his stink.

I make my way to him, with my arms outstretched in a placating manner. “Please Mr. Rossi, let him go. I’m the one who owes you the money.” I plead.

When I’m close enough, Stefano’s grin broadens into a wolfish one. He grabs me by the arm as he steps forward. He then shoves me into Travis, with my back pressed against his front. Then Stefano steps back, now pinning his ass against my crotch, trapping us both in the corner. Stefano grinds his bubble butt against me some, making me hard. He snickers, feeling this, making me mortified.

“I don’t care how much you beg, until you pay me my money, I’ll fart on everyone you know and everything you own. GET SKUNKED BITCHES!... GGH”

Stefano accompanies every one of his next words with a fart on my crotch.

“PAY” FFFFFRRRRRRWWWWWWPPPPP

“WHAT” BBBBBBHHHHHHHAAAAATTTTT

“YOU” PPPPPPPWWWWWWOOOOOBBBBBB

“OWE” RRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUU-TTTTTTTTTDDDDDDDD

Stefano rips another series of big farts, covering Travis and I in his skunky fumes. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. The rumbling and heat from him farting on my crotch is amazing.

Stefano spins around, and grabs me and Travis, stands us side-by-side, and shoves us both to our knees.

He then points in my face, “Now you better have my money by tomorrow.”

He then points in Travis’ face, “And this’ll teach you not to raise your voice at a Rossi.”

He then turns around, bends over at the waist, pushing his bubbly posterior out, into Travis’ face. He takes a deep breath before he starts grunting and straining. 

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A minute long, monstrous fart erupts out of Stefano’s ass with enough power to blow back Travis’ hair. Halfway through, he swivels his hips and continues releasing this single massive fart in my face; my hair’s now being blown back. It stinks of rotten fish and broccoli, and puts me and Travis in a coughing fit.

Stefano sighs in relief as he wafts his Skunky wind towards our faces. “Ah, you two have been thoroughly Skunked.” he states proudly. 

Still on our knees we watch him leave. In a power move he slowly takes one step at a time, with every step he rips a big fart, filling up my store with more of his Skunky fumes.

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Finally Stefano’s gone, but he leaves the place smelling like a toxic wasteland. After a few moments Travis and I stand up. I glance at Travis and see that his face is red, his nose is flaring, and he has an obvious boner. I don’t call attention to it.

I tell Travis that we’ll be closed for the next few days. Hopefully, after time, Stefano’s butt stench will be gone, but I have my doubts. I also pay Travis to buy some new clothes and throw out the ones he’s wearing. After getting Skunked so much I’ve learned that the smell never leaves.

THURSDAY

I’m on the firescape outside of my apartment. I’m sitting in a folding chair with the back of my head resting against the window seal. I’m drinking a beer and thinking of how to wrangle up 150k.

For a second, I think I hear my front-door opening, but it’s followed by silence, so I brush it off. 

I’m proven that I heard correctly when I feel something big and bulbous pushing against the back of my head. I don’t need to look back to confirm that Stefano Rossi is sitting on the window seal with his ass pressing against the back of my head.

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Stefano rips a trumpeting fart on the back of my head, laying an eggy fart cloud on me. 

“Ah, a beautiful day to get Skunked isn’t it Stevie-boy? Unless you’ve got my money.” Stefano comments jovially. 

“I don’t have it yet.” I reply quietly, not pulling my head away from this debt collector's noxious rump.

For a response, I feel his meaty glutes flex and then…

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I wince from feeling the heat of his fart venting against my hair. The stench of rotten fish and garlic reaches my nose, making me gag.

This is my second beer so I’m feeling a little tipsy. I don’t know if it’s because of that or something else, but while Stefano’s Skunking the back of my head, I try to talk with him.

“So, uh have you always been this gassy?” I ask.

Stefano stills for a moment and then farts. PPPFFFTTTT

“Yeah as long as I can remember, I’ve been gassy and loved Skunking people” FFFKKKKBBBBB “I love forcing people to huff up my nasty butt bombs” RRRHHHHPPPP “When I was younger I loved Skunking up my little brother” PPPPDDDDMMMM “What am I saying? I still Skunk him up today” BBBBLLLLPPPPP “But when I was younger I’d Skunk him for hours and keep Skunking him until he promised not to snitch on me” MMMMMAAAAFFFFF

I chuckle at his brotherly antics and Stefano laughs too before continuing.

“And from middle school to high school I was the school bully you avoided at all costs” FFFGGGGBBBBB “I’d fart on nerds, jocks, the popular kids, hell even teachers weren’t safe” HHHFFFDDDDD “I remember one time my math teacher in highschool gave me detention” BBBBDDDDDTTTTT “ It was just me and him and as soon as I sat down, I just kept farting again and again and again” BBBBBBAAAAAVVVVV “It got too much for him and he tried to escape the room” BBBBBOOOOODDDDD “I couldn’t have that so I grabbed him from behind and threw him to the floor” RRRRRWWWWMMMM “I then sat on his face and Skunked up his nose for the rest of detention” TTTTWWWWWDDDDD “Once I was done, not only did he apologize but for the rest of my high school career, he paid me a grand a month” BBBBBGGGGGRRRR “Hehe, It was for insurance to ensure that I never Skunked him up again” MMMMWWWWWPPPPP “And now I work for my family. Skunking up people who owe us money or people trying to cause us trouble” RRRRMMMM-WWWWWBBBBBB-GGGGGLLLLLLLAAAAATTTTT

“Now it’s my turn. How come you were with a loser like Nick?” 

Even though I’m answering his question, Stefano still keeps farting on the back of my head. 

“He was my first ever boyfriend” PPPPPGGGGGLLLLBBBB “We’ve been together for nearly a decade” DDDDDBBBBBHHHHHMMMM “I thought he loved me” GGGGGPPPPPLLLLLLRRRRRR “But apparently I was wrong since he stole all my money and left me here to die for his addiction” FFFFFFUUUUUUWWWWWPPPPPPP

Admitting that, kills the cheerful atmosphere we had going. 

“Look, I’ve tried, but I know I can’t whip up that kinda money. I know that you’re gonna have to… deal with me. But when I’m gone you’re gonna be done right? You’re not gonna start hassling my sister or mother who live in other states?” I question, nervously.

Stefano’s quiet for a few seconds, and then replies with, “No”

I take a deep breath of relief, which is a big mistake since the entire fire escape is dominated by Stefano’s skunky fart cloud. My lungs fill up with his lingering gas, making me cough.

“Well you’re no more fun to talk to. I think I’ll finish Skunking you while you can’t speak.” Stefano grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me in through the window. He slings me over his shoulder and carries me through my apartment. My face is dangling right in front of his bubble butt so he makes sure to poot in my face, every couple of steps. 

When we reach my bedroom, Stefano tosses me into the bed. Then he rearranges me so that I’m lying on my back, with my head hanging off the end of the bed. Stefano turns around, and then pulls his pants and underwear down to the middle of his muscular thighs. I gasp at the sight of his bare, tan, fur-coated ass cheeks. They look muscular but have a hefty layer of fat covering them. 

Stefano reaches back and spreads his globes, revealing his winking asshole. “Hopefully this Skunking will improve your taste in men.”

I wanna say ‘It doesn’t matter since you’re gonna off me in a few weeks’ but Stefano sits down, burying my face in between his thick ass-mounds. 

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Stefano rips a chain of monstrous farts that last for a minute and a half, right up my nose. It stinks of methane and spices. He Skunks me unconscious.

Stefano Skunks me over the next few days but there’s a change. He doesn’t sit on my face, so we talk as he Skunks me.

I enjoy my talks with him, he has a cheeky sense of humor. If only he wasn’t ruining my life with his farts and planning to end me in the future because of my shitty ex. Well, I appreciate that Stefano doesn’t call attention to my constant boner as he Skunks me. 

On Monday morning I reopen my shop. Travis and I are surprised that Stefano’s skunky stench is completely gone from the shop. And we are also surprised by the immense amount of customers that we get during the day. A customer tells us that most of the computer repair places around town were broken into last night and trashed. And not only that, they all smell like a sewer pipe busted in them. I instantly now Stefano Rossi is behind this, but why?

I’m surprised once again by the end of the day when I’m getting into bed. Stefano hasn’t Skunked me at all today. I haven’t even seen him. I won’t say it out loud, but I kinda miss him.

As of now, I haven't seen Stefano for a week.

SUNDAY

It’s Sunday morning, the shop’s closed for the day, and I’m returning to my place after running an errand. I’m immediately on edge after finding that my apartment door is slightly open.

I step inside and thankfully I’ve not been robbed. There’s also no sign of a gassy member of a crime family. And it’s no one’s business but my own if I’m disappointed by that fact.

I frown when from the bedroom, I hear a creak of a spring in my mattress. My eyes nearly pop out of my head at what I find in the bedroom.

Stefano’s lying on his stomach, on my bed, with his head resting on his crossed arms, facing away from me. But most importantly, he's completely naked. I can’t help but gawk at his naked, mountainous globes reaching over a foot above him, in the air. Stefano’s looking back at me with a lopsided grin.

“Where have you been?” I ask with my mouth feeling dry.

Stefano shrugs, “Been busy. Was doing things like paying off your debt. Oh excuse me, I need to let this out.” His glutes flex and then…

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Stefano rips a loud, eggy butt burp that quickly spreads throughout the room. It has my eyes watering but I focus on what Stefano just said.

“Wait, what? You paid my debt to your family. But why?” I ask.

“Well if you start catching feelings for a cute guy and want to ask him out, it’ll go better if he doesn’t owe your family a substantial amount of money.” he says with a cheeky grin.

“You’re gay?”

Stefano rolls his eyes. “Yes I’m gay. Get with the times. I can be gay and the muscle for a crime family too.” 

“It’s obvious that you trashed and Skunked up my competition’s stores. Why?” I ask, suspiciously.

His cheeky grin returns. “To get brownie points so you’ll more likely agree with dating me. It was just extra precaution since I’m pretty sure this’ll do it.” Stefano arches his back, sticking his mountainous globes further into the air.

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Stefano sighs in relief before looking back at me with a small frown. “Stevie-boy I always get what I want. So it’s decided: you’re now my boyfriend. Now get over here and bury your face in your boyfriend’s big ole booty. It’s time for you to get Skunked. And you better get used to it because you're gonna be getting Skunked a lot, everyday.” Stefano promises as he sways his hips, making his fat-padded cheeks wobble from left to right.

I have no chill as I launch myself onto the bed and lay between Stefano’s spread legs. I bring my face just above his titanic rump. I give each of his meaty globes a kiss making Stefano snicker. “Heh, worship my booty all you want, he’s still gonna Skunk you within an inch of your life.”

I moan before pressing my face into his inviting ass crack. I take a deep breath inhaling his lingering farts and manly ass musk, loving it. 

Stefano starts swiveling his hips, wiping his sweaty crack all over my face and pooting.

“Stevie-boy, I’ve never failed in collecting someone’s debt until you came along” POOT “I’ve Skunked plenty of hot, gay men but when I noticed it turned you on, I knew I was in trouble” POOT “All I could think about is making you mine and moving you into my place” POOT “Imaging after a long day of Skunking out my targets, to come home and Skunk out a hot guy who’s fucking gagging for it” POOT “And I assure you that I always have enough gas to do my job and then Skunk you good for the rest of the night” POOT “Heh, remind me to tell you how I Skunked an entire neighborhood in 15 minutes because they didn’t pay our extortion fees” POOT “Anyway, back to you, not only was I into you, I was livid” POOT “How could your ex put a cute guy like you in this situation, he’s ticked me off” POOT “I promise Stevie-boy I’ll find him, and when I do, fresh air will be a luxury he’ll never have again” POOT” Only my Skunk fumes will be filling his lungs… GHH”

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Stefano keeps blasting out one poot after another, covering my face in his ass sweat and fumes. It stinks of sulfur. It’s revolting and it has my eyes watering but I love it and his words. Until Stefano brings up my ex.

I pull my face away from his fat bum and glare up at him with teary eyes. “Stefano I’m enjoying this, please don’t ruin it by mentioning him.”

Looking back at me, over his shoulder, Stefano gives me a half smile. “Sorry, it just annoys me that you were with a loser like him.”

I smirk back, “Didn’t you tell me some time ago that I should have better taste in men. Am I doing any better with being with a thug like you?” I tease.

An impish grin forms on his lips. “Hold on there pretty boy, your ex was a loser and now you’re with someone worthy. And I ain’t no thug. I’m one of the heads of the most powerful crime family, on the west coast. Anything you want, it’s yours. Anyone gives you trouble or tries to hurt you, they are gone. Congratulations Stevie-boy, you’ve found your fairytale Prince Skunking.”

“But right now, it’s about what I want. And what I want is for you to sink” Stefano growls.

With that, Stefano grips the back of my head and shoves my face down into his ass. Stefano’s devilish grin over his hillside mounds, is the last thing I see before my face is swallowed up into his seemingly bottomless and sweaty ass crack. When my nose is touching his pucker I feel it open up and push out.

“You’re in for it now Stevie-boy. I’ve brewed up a massive butt bomb and your nose is in the direct line of fire. Ngh… Get Skunked handsome… UGH”

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Smell of guilt

When my parents were in their mid-forties and my sister was twenty, my birth was a surprise for them. I had a happy childhood even though my parents and sister were much older than others around me.

After graduating college with an art degree, I moved in with my forty year-old sister, Madison, since my parents were retired, bought an RV, and are constantly traveling around the country. I’ve been living with her for two and a half years and I feel so guilty. And that’s because of her husband, Danny. He’s 6”2, 200 pounds of muscle but has a bit of a gut. He rocks the bad-boy look, and has an unfathomably fat ass. Each of his buttcheeks are bigger than my head.

When I moved in, he was kind and welcoming and even started to see me as a little brother. He also got me a job at his high-end tattoo parlor. Famous actors, singers, and athletes come to him from all over the world.

I’m gay so it wasn’t long before I started catching feelings for him. I feel so guilty because I’ve fallen in love with my sister’s husband. 

What really makes Danny perfect in my eyes is his gassiness. Danny loves to fart, and especially on people. He’s always butt-bombing friends and co-workers, the only one he spares is Madison. The day I moved in, I became his number one fart victim. A day doesn’t go by where he doesn’t fart in my face, at least 5 times. With me having a farting kink it’s a blessing and a curse. I love that he farts on me but I can’t let him know that I’m into it or that I’m in love with him. I won’t hurt my sister

My sister, Madison, rolls down the passenger-side window and gives me and Danny, standing side-by-side on the porch, a wave goodbye. Her work sends her and her close friend Leia, who’s driving, out of state for weeks at a time, leaving me and Danny alone often. 

I can’t help but side-eye Danny as she waves. He’s just so hot. Like usual, he’s shirtless, flaunting his dad bod. And he’s wearing some blue jean shorts that are showcasing his big bubble butt. The only other thing he’s wearing is a ball cap over his bald head. I also marvel at his thick, luscious beard. I’d love to run my fingers through it. 

“Goodbye my two favorite men! I’ll see you in a week!” Madison shouts as they drive off. As soon as they turn the corner, and are out of view, Danny swivels his hips, presses his bulbous backside against my waist, and…

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Danny farts on me and its garlic and meaty fragrance immediately reaches my nose, making me hard. 

“I guess it’s just us again little bro. Don’t worry big bro and his butt will give you plenty of company.”

No! He’s my sister’s husband and straight. I need to get over my infatuation.

I scoff and turn around, heading back inside with Danny in pursuit. I need to be more distant with him. 

After closing the door, Danny calls my name, making me turn to him. I find Danny a few feet away from me, with his back to me. He’s looking at me over his shoulder with an impish smirk.

“Heads up lil bro, catch my fart-ball.” Danny does a little hop making his bubbly globes bounce, and as he does that, he rips a quick fart.

It hits me and I'm enveloped in a fart cloud that stinks of rotten eggs. It makes me cough and I feel myself getting harder. 

“Ah, nice catch lil bro, your nose was wide open, haha” Danny jokes as he wafts his butt stink my way. 

I give a nervous laugh, wanting to get out of here. Before I can, he asks, “Hey wanna watch some tv with me.”

“Um no, I’m still a little tired. I’m gonna take a quick nap. We’ll hang out later.” I lie through my teeth. 

I’m halfway up the stairs when Danny calls me again. He’s at the bottom of the stairs, looking at me with a sadden expression.

“Hey you ain’t mad at me, right bro?” he asks, making me feel like a dick.

I give him a genuine smile. “No man, I’m just gonna take a quick nap. And I promise that later tonight I’ll be all yours.” With it being Sunday, Danny’s tattoo parlor is closed, so we’re off today.

“Alright, I’ll be sure to share some more Bro Bombs with you later.” Danny teases as he gives his ass a slap, making his fat cheeks jiggle.

I smile and pray that I’m not blushing. I head into my room and lay out on my bed. With Danny farting on me still fresh in my head, I rub my hard-on through my jeans.

Since I was a teenager, I was into farts but no one’s ever farted on me. That all changed when I moved in here. Since moving in, a day hasn’t gone by when Danny hasn’t farted on me. And every night, I jerk myself off, thinking about my daily experience.

I remember the first time he ripped-ass in my face. I just moved in, it was just me and Madison, Danny was working in his parlor. Later that night he knocked on my door and I let him in. He greeted me and offered me a handshake. When my hand was in his, he threw his leg over our hands and pulled. I fell to my knees and my face landed against his meaty bum.

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Danny ripped a big fart right in my face. For the first time in my life, someone farted in my face; a hot guy farted in my face.

It stunk of rotten fish and methane and had me coughing. While laughing Danny said, “Weren’t expecting that were ya. Well get used to it. We’re family now and your new big bro has plenty of farts to spoil you with, heh” 

With that he headed towards the door, leaving me on my knees, slack-jawed. Just before leaving my room, he stopped, cocked his leg, and farted again. His potent ass gas quickly spread throughout my entire room. Danny looked back at me, over his shoulder with a smirk. “Don’t worry lil bro, you’ll never get used to the smell.” He gave me a wink and walked out.

Since that day he’s been farting on me non-stop. At work or at home, when I’m bending down to pick something up or tie my shoes, if Danny’s around he’ll run up, spin around, and fart in my face. The fact that I’ve become clumsier and drop things when Danny’s around is just a coincidence.

During my first week of living here, I fell asleep, lying on the couch. I was awoken by something big and heavy sitting on my face. Followed up by a loud eruption and a horrid stench. Danny stood up laughing as I choked on his fart. “Careful about sleeping out in the open lil bro. Big bro’s butt loves to play the role of an alarm clock.” Danny joked, grabbing a handful of his ass-meat. Since then, I catch some shut eye on the couch, every couple of days when my sister’s gone. I’m always woken up by Danny farting in my face. And I’m definitely not doing it on purpose.

Another thing he loves to do when it’s just us is whenever he passes my room, and I’m in it and up, he’ll open the door a bit, squeeze his massive butt through the gap, and fart, stinking up my room. I get myself off, breathing in his butt fumes once I hear his bedroom door close. 

The thought of his bedroom has me thinking about him and my sister, and that deflates my hard-on. I find it so strange that they have separate bedrooms.

I’m thinking about jerking off, when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I make sure my boner isn’t visible as I sit up. Ironically, the door cracks open and Danny’s bulbous backside peaks inside.

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A greasy fart is released into my room, stinking the area with Danny’s eggy vapors.

Danny swings the door fully open and is wafting his butt stink towards me. “Ah no need to thank me lil’ bro, I know you love the smell of ‘essence of big bro’s butt’, haha” He teases.

I do but I play the act of rolling my eyes and calling him a dick, making him laugh.

“Anyway bro, I’m hitting the gym with my buddy Desmond.” he informs me.

“Yeah, me and some friends are going to the movies and hitting a nearby bar after. I’ll catch you later.” I tell him.

Danny gives me a nod and turns around to leave, but he just stands still. After a few moments Danny suddenly starts to back up, fast. Next thing I know, his plump, jean-covered mounds are inches from my face. He grabs the back of my head and buries my face in his doughy globes.

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He rips a bubbly fart pointblank in my face that reeks of digested meat and spices. Danny sighs in relief as he rocks his ass against my face, rubbing the stench in.

“Ah big bro’s butt says he’ll catch ya later too.” I can’t see it but I know Danny’s sporting a cheeky grin.

After that, Danny’s gone and I have the place to myself. I decide to turn on my laptop and write a new entry in my blog. My blog’s a series of stories revolving around a guy my age and his gassy stepfather, Dan, who loves farting on him. They’re not blood related and there is a sexual tension between the two. 

With how I described his looks and personality, anyone who knows Danny can tell that Dan’s based off of him. The name’s a dead giveaway. Writing this series helps me deal with my feelings for Danny. 

This is mostly raunchy smut that appeases my farting and daddy kinks. My blog’s become quite popular.

20 minutes later, I get a call from my friend telling me he’s on his way to pick me up. I quickly get dressed and race out the house. Unfortunately, in my haste, I leave my bedroom door open, and my laptop on, with my blog on-screen.

I return home later that night, barely even tipsy. I didn’t want to get wasted like some of my other friends. I frown as I see my bedroom door, slightly open.

Once I step into my room, my eyes widen in fear and I feel like I have something stuck in my throat. Danny’s sitting in my rolling chair at my desk, facing me. And behind him, my blog in on-screen on my laptop. 

Danny’s frowning at me with his arms crossed. All he’s wearing is his signature cap and a towel wrapped around his waist. The rest of his bare, hairy, muscular body is covered in a thick sheen of sweat.

I’m turned on by what little he’s wearing and my room smelling of his powerful, sweaty musk. But fear pools at the bottom of my gut. Does he know? Is he going to kick me out or kick my ass? When he tells Madison will she tell our parents? Will everyone hate me?

Danny slowly stands up and growls, “Is there something you want to tell me boy?”

Him not calling me ‘lil bro’ stings. “No bro, and if you read my blog, that’s just goofy stories I write when I have freetime. Just forget about it.” I say jovially, trying to make all this go away.

Danny narrows his eyes and starts prowling towards me. My eyes widen and I start backing up. I’m stopped when my back hits the wall of my room. Danny steps up to me and slams his hands against the wall, on either side of my head, boxing me in.

“What did you just call me?” he hisses, seething with rage.

“Bro” I mutter, “Because you're my big bro” I finish, feeling like I’m about to cry. Is he gonna kill me?

Danny brings his face to the side of mine, and I shutter as I feel his lips and facial hair graze my ear. “No, I think the word you’re looking for is ‘Daddy’.” he sensually whispers.

I gasp at his words. Danny pulls his face back, revealing a devilish grin.

“It seems your big bro can’t meet your needs. This looks like a job for Daddy.” His growl is lust-filled this time, making me completely hard. But I’m also confused.

“What?” I ask, perplexed.

“No more questions, Daddy’s got work to do. But first you need to take care of Daddy, son. As you can tell, Daddy worked up a real sweat. Use your tongue and clean Daddy up sport, chop-chop.”

Suddenly, Danny grabs the back of my head with his right hand and lifts his left arm up, involuntarily flexing his huge bicep and revealing his sweaty, hairy armpit. Next thing I know, he shoves my face into his musky armpit.

My nose is filled with Danny’s potent, manly musk. I’m in heaven. 

“You like that? That’s the smell of a real man; a strong man. You’re just a boy, son. But no worries, sport, Daddy’s here. Smell Daddy’s strength!” Danny booms.

Him referring to himself as Daddy is really getting my juices going. Along with my farting kink I also have a Daddy kink as well. It makes things less weird with my actual dad being twenty years older than Danny.

My enchantment from huffing up Danny’s musky pit is ended by his growling voice. “I gave you an order, son. Get to work cleaning Daddy.”

I stick out my tongue and give Danny’s sweaty thatch of armpit hair a few tentative licks. His acidic, salty sweat is both vile and intoxicating. 

I grunt as Danny presses my face harder against his sweaty pit. “I’m not feeling your tongue boy.” He growls his warning.

I start ravenously licking Danny’s nasty pit, slurping up his sweat. Danny rumbles with approval. “Good boy, taste how hard your Daddy worked out today. He works out everyday because he knows his son loves his big muscles.”

After a few minutes my face is pulled out of his pit. I rapidly blink, getting used to the light, and see Danny’s shit-eating grin.

“Don’t look so sad boy, there’s plenty more where that came from.” Danny lifts his right arm up and shoves my face into it. 

“Clean!” Danny demands. I immediately start licking his nasty pit, replacing the sweat in his pit hair with my saliva. 

“Mmm, I’ve decided this’ll be a daily chore for you son. Everyday I come home from the gym, you’ll clean Daddy’s sweaty body from top to bottom. And something tells me you're going to love it son, heh.”

Once he’s decided his second pit is thoroughly clean, Danny pulls my face away. 

He’s still sporting that shit-eating grin as he takes a few steps back. “Not bad, boy, but don’t get cocky, we’re not even close to done. There are far sweatier and smellier parts of Daddy that he needs to introduce you to.” With that, Danny lets his towel drop and his 7 inches is hard as a rock. Holy shit, he’s into this.

Danny gives his hard-on a tap on the side, making it swing from left to right a few times. “Oh yeah, Daddy’s having a lot of fun with you boy, don’t think otherwise.”

Danny walks over to the bed and turns his back towards me. He bends over at the waist, plants his hands on the bed, and arches his back. This stance accentuates the immense size of Danny’s sweaty, pelt-covered, boulder-sized mounds. 

Danny looks back at me and nods his head towards his butt. “Come here boy, Daddy’s got something special for ya.”

Like an obedient puppy, I follow his command. Once I’m a foot away from him he commands me to “kneel”. And I do. 

I’m face-to-face with his bare, fuzzy, sweaty, fat globes.

“Word has it that you like your Daddy’s fat ass. Well what are you waiting for? Start worshiping Daddy’s godly ass. Touch it, kiss it, lick it” He commands setting me off.

I go into a frenzy. I start kissing and licking all over his gargantuan butt cheeks. My lips and tongue are covered in his addictive and manly-tasting sweat. I rub and feel all over his mounds with both hands. I love how his ass fat pours through the gaps of my fingers as my hands roam around. 

Danny rumbles again in approval. “Mmm, my poor boy’s been dying for my big nasty ass for so long but didn’t say anything. But Daddy knows now, and Daddy’s learned that there’s something else his boy likes about his ass.”

Danny reaches back, grabbing the back of my head and pulls my face into his bare, sweaty cakes. His doughy globes spill and mold over my face, smothering me.

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Danny rips one of his signature trumpeting farts right in my face. It reeks of rotten eggs and spoiled milk, and I love it. Luckily for me, Danny’s nowhere close to done.

“Oh yeah my boy has a craving for his Daddy’s farts” FFFFFHHHHHPPPPTTTT “Well if Daddy farts are what you want then Daddy farts are what you’re gonna get” RRRRRRLLLLLLUUUUBBBB “Damn son, just think, you could have been huffing up Daddy’s gas all this time if you were up front with me sooner” PPPPPRRRRRRGGGGGFFFFF “Daddy wouldn’t have been wasting his farts while sitting on the couch or by myself in my bedroom” BBBBBFFFFFMMMMMTTTTTT “No, Daddy would locate his boy and rip ass right up his nose” MMMMMMHHHHHDDDDDPPPP “In fact that’s what’s going to happen from now on”  “In this house, whenever Daddy’s has to fart, it’ll be your job to sniff it up, son” FFFFFFFPPPPPPLLLLLLHHHHH  “With this big one I feel brewing, Daddy decrees this as an official law in this household… NGH”  

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Danny rips fart after noxious fart pointblank in my face. They reek of rotten eggs and Danny’s personal brand of ass musk. His final fart is a huge one that lasts 45 seconds.

Danny rips my head from his bubble butt and peers down at me, from over his shoulder. I’m coughing and gagging and my face is drenched with his ass sweat. He has a cocky smirk and desire in his eyes. 

“So did my boy like Daddy’s sweaty, bare-assed butt bombs.” Danny asks cheekily, already knowing the answer.

I nod my head. “Yes Daddy, I loved them!” I exclaim.

His smirk grows. “That’s good because Daddy will be spoiling you with these farts every night.” he promises, making me moan.

“Damn boy thanks to you, Daddy has never been this hard before. Daddy’s gotta fuck you sport.”

With that Danny easily picks me up and tosses me onto the bed, on my stomach. Not even a moment later, Danny’s crawling up my body. Before I can even think of getting up, Danny lets his huge, muscular body fall on top of me, trapping me between himself and the mattress. His rippling chest is pressed against my back, his legs are bracketing mine, and his thick meat is hotdogged between my butt cheeks.

Danny moves his head next to mine and softly growls in my ear. “Mmm, you’ve been so good for me son. Please, can Daddy fuck you?” He practically begs.

Unable to speak, I nod my head, wanting this just as bad.

I feel his rumble of approval vibrate throughout my entire body. “Good boy, and don’t worry, Daddy will take care of you all tomorrow. Because after this, you won’t be walking straight for some time.” Danny promises.

Like his farting prowess, Danny’s sex drive is inhuman. Throughout the entire night, Danny fucks me 6 times.

It’s morning and I wake up, being the little-spoon to a snoring Danny. I take a peek behind and see his handsome, slumbering face. Suddenly guilt flows through me. I just slept with my big sister’s husband. I’m completely disgusted with myself. 

I move some and wince from the good ache coming from my ass. Danny wasn’t lying. I think I’ll be limping all day.

I try to quietly slip out of Danny’s hold, without waking him, but he groans and pulls my back against his chest.

“Hope you're not about to shower, boy, because Daddy’s about to shower you with his morning thunder.” Danny rumbles in my ear.

“Danny, we need to stop this. What we did last night was wrong. Madison is going to be hurt.”

Danny groans. “How can such a smart kid be so slow?” he asks, rhetorically. 

“Hey”

Danny tosses the cover off of us before tightening his grip on me.

“Seems like Daddy needs to set his boy straight with the truth. But like I said before, I’ve got morning thunder and I’m gonna let it roar.”

“A word to the wise, Daddy’s morning thunder is brutal and you’re gonna smell all of it.”  Danny reaches back, cups his hand in front of his ass and farts in it. BBBBBHHHHHHKKKKKKMMMMM

He then holds his cupped fart over my nose, making me gag, before speaking.

“Ah, so you still haven’t realized that me and your sis are married just for show. Haven’t you found it odd that we never kiss or be intimate with each other?” 

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He cups another bubbly fart and forces it up my nose.

“Madison and Leia are in a committed relationship. The only reason we got married was for Madison’s career. Her higher-ups aren’t fond of gay folks so I did this for her because she’s my best friend.”

I go slack-jawed at this info dump. PPPLLLLAAAAFFFF 

Big mistake on my part as his cupped fart is released into my open mouth, making me cough on his ass gas.

Danny continues to reveal more while filling the room with his butt stink. “For me, I was just fine with quietly hooking up with one-night-stands I met at the gym. That is until you moved in. I was into you but I never made a move because I thought I was into shit that wouldn’t interest you. That is, until I came back home last night. I was surprised by what I caught on your computer screen when I glanced in your room. To think, the author of my favorite series, that I jerk-off to, constantly, living under the same roof as me.” Danny says, shocking me, and then tossing another cupped fart up my nose

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“Man I love the gassy dad character and how he looks and acts just like me. And now I realize it is me. And I knew that we were meant for each other. So I went down to our not-as-equipped, basement gym and worked up a real sweat. And I made sure you had a sweaty, gassy Daddy waiting for you when you came home.”

Danny’s next cupped fart is an sbd that smells awful. It stinks of rotten fish and spoiled milk, and has me nearly dry-heaving

“So that’s everything. Me and Madison’s marriage is a shame and as soon as she’s promoted to the position that she wants, which is soon, we’ll be getting a divorce.” 

I put my hand over his, that’s on my waist. “I’m falling in love with you Danny”

“I’m falling in love with you too boy, but when it’s just us you call me by my proper name.” Danny finishes in a growl.

“Yes Daddy.” I reply with a smile. My guilt’s gone and I can embrace my feelings for Danny. 

“With that cleared up, I think it’s time for Daddy to make up for all the lying he's done to his boy.  Daddy gets really sweaty at night so he’s gonna feed you his sweaty asshole and air biscuits. And after that you’ll lick the sweat off of Daddy’s hairy balls.” Danny orders with a husky voice. My dick’s never been harder.

“But we gotta get ready for work.” I remind him, hating being responsible.

“No, I called Desmond last night and said we wouldn’t be in today. Told him it was a family emergency. Now no more back talk, be a good boy and clean Daddy’s asshole!”

Danny easily manhandles me, propping me up with my upper back and head against the headboard. Danny’s on his knees, straddling my chest, facing my feet. His bulbous, hairy ass is right in my face.

Danny reaches back with both hands and spreads his brawny slabs, revealing his sweaty, winking pucker.

“Bud, you need to understand that Daddy’s farts have been more ingrained into your life than you realize. Daddy’s gonna tell ya how while you choke on his morning gas. In you go, sport.”

Danny thrusts his titanic ass back, enveloping my face in between his meaty globes. I feel his fat cheeks flowing over the sides of my face and not stopping until they’re making contact with the headboard, completely entombing my head in Danny’s voracious bum.

I feel my mouth bumping against Danny’s hole. I get to work licking his sweaty, noxious-spewing pucker, making Danny moan.

“Every night, after waking up and taking a piss, Daddy would sneak into your room, and fart over your head. I’d just spread my cheeks and drop a silent butt bomb on ya”

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“But after today, not only will you be sleeping with Daddy in his bed, but you can expect to be woken up in the middle of the night with Daddy sitting on your face and ripping not-so-silent ass. Hehe, and Daddy’ll only get up after his boy kisses his cornhole.”

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“When Daddy cooked meals, he made sure to fart all over his boy’s food before he came into the kitchen”

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“But from now on you’ll help Daddy cook. You’ll bring the ingredients for your meal up to Daddy’s butt so he can fart on it and flavor up his boy’s food.”

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“This enrages Daddy, but do you remember that guy you were seeing who broke up with you after you two had a date here? When you left to get the pizza for your date, Daddy came out of his room and showed him his displeasure. I shoved him to the ground and farted in his face for 20 minutes straight. Just before you came back, I warned him that if he didn’t end things tonight, I would kidnap him and turn him into Daddy’s fart-slave.”

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“When we’re out, boy, you gotta be careful about how people talk and act with you because Daddy’s very possessive. If someone’s flirting with my boy, I’m farting on them then and there, and probably making the place we’re at uninhabitable for several weeks. So you better be careful around others, boy”

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Danny’s asslips keep pressing out against my lips and unleashing monstrous farts into my open mouth, making my cheeks inflate like balloons. I both taste and smell his raunchy, eggy fumes. The last one was a behemoth-of-a-fart that lasted an entire minute.

Danny scoots forward, freeing my face from his rump. He peers back at me, over his shoulder. “You do realize that I’m not joking? Daddy's gonna be gassing you out everyday, at least when it’s just us.”

“Never want it to stop.” I say while gasping for air.

“That’s my boy! I love your sister but I can’t wait for us to get divorced. Once she’s gone, Daddy swears this house will always be filled to the brim with his butt stink.” He promises. “Now get back in my ass boy! Daddy’s not done drowning you in his fat cakes and farts!”

Danny buries my face back in between his meaty globes and rips an enormous butt rocket right up my nose.

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For the rest of the week, it’s like a noxious fairy-tale. When Madison returns, we all are honest. She confirms she’s with Leia and I tell her about Danny and I. And she’s ecstatic about the development. She also returns with good and bad news. She’s been promoted and will be heading a new branch of the company. She gives Danny the divorce papers and tells us that Leia and her are looking for a home to buy. Unfortunately, they’ll be moving across the country.

Things move real fast after this. Within two weeks she’s packed up and leaving. It’s after work and It’s just me waving to Leia and Madison, in an Uber, heading to the airport. Danny’s at the gym. I’ve tried to convince him to go to the gym with me in the morning, but he’s not a morning person. I hear the backdoor open and close as the two drive off.

“You just missed th-” I go quiet as I find Danny standing in the middle of the living-room. His workout clothes are littered across the floor, and his sweaty body is bare-ass naked in the middle of the room. His smelly musk quickly spreads through the room and I love it.

With a devilish grin, Danny crooks his finger, silently ordering me to come up to him. My body instinctively does.

Once I'm in front of him, Danny grabs me and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he easily holds me, not caring that my clothes are being soaked with his sweat.

“I believe Daddy promised to deal with all this pesky, fresh air once Madison was gone, didn’t he?” 

Danny bends at the knees, arches his back, and sticks his bubble butt out. He closes his eyes, and through gritted teeth, strains out, “NGH… Daddy never breaks a promise, but I might break your sense of smell with this… UGH”

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5 minutes of pure ass vapors erupts out of Danny’s ass and flows throughout the entire house. No room is left uncontaminated by Danny’s putrid butt stench.

I look at Danny in awe even though my eyes are watering and I’m feeling nauseous. “Bloody Hell.” I exclaim before choking on Danny’s eggy fumes as it seeps into my open mouth.

Red and even more sweaty from exertion, Danny gives me a wink. “Oh silly boy, that was just in the way, here comes the real Daddy butt bomb… HUGH”

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Smell of a rescue

Marcus Lorde has never been more scared in his life. He finds himself in a solitary confinement cell in an abandoned prison. A mere 24 hours ago, Marcus couldn’t be happier. He and his friends were preparing for a big trip across the world to celebrate graduating college. 

Marcus has always been vigilant; with his father being one of the richest people in the world, him being kidnapped is a high risk. Thankfully his father’s hired security always protected him. But he never suspected his new personal bodyguard his father hired would knock him out on his way to the airport and then wake up in this cell.

Marcus has been in this cell for about 12 hours. An hour ago, he met one of his heavily armed kidnappers, who wordlessly gave him some food and then left. There’s a gap at the bottom of the metal door of his cell and Marcus can see the shadows of two people standing guard outside. He’s tried to talk to them but they never respond. 

Marcus is sitting in his cot when he hears one of the guards speak.

“Oh fuck that’s gross man! Go rip that shit in the bathroom or something.” one of them barks.

“What are you talking abou– Holy shit, that stinks. Hey man, don’t try to pin your farts on me.” The second guard argues.

“Oh fuck, the smell’s getting worse. I-I think I’m gonna pass out.” After hearing the two dry heaving for a few moments, the next thing Marcus hears is the thuds of their bodies hitting the ground. 

Marcus gets nervous as he sees a green-tinted mist flowing under the door and into his cell. Suddenly the door swings open and a man runs in. He’s 6’3, looks like he exercises daily, and is dressed like a James Bond agent. He’s wearing black pin-stripped slacks, a white button-up shirt, leather gloves, a pin-stripped vest, and a bulletproof vest over that, that has pouches and holds a single pistol.

The man runs up to Marcus and hands him a metal, advanced-looking face mask. “I’m here to rescue you. And if you don’t put on that mask you’ll pass out like those two out there.” 

Feeling saved, Marcus nods and puts on the face mask that covers his mouth and nose.

His savior gives him a nod and says, “I’m agent Bastion Carter and I’m here to save you.” 

Bastion takes Marcus’ hand and they run out the cell and down the long hall.

The hall is leading up to a four-way junction. They start to hear heavy feet running towards them, down an adjacent hallway.

Bastion silently informs Marcus to stay here before running down the hall by himself. As Bastion runs, Marcus can’t help but ogle his ass; it’s huge. It’s like he has two volleyballs stuffed down the back of his pants and they’re sliding and slapping against each other as he moves. 

Bastion runs down the hall and stops a few feet away from the junction. He then turns around, jumps up high, and does the splits, bracing his feet against either wall, remaining high in the air.  

Two men, bearing rifles, turn the corner and come face-to-face with Bastion’s bubble butt.

Bastion looks back at them, over his shoulder, and gives them a smile. Before they can even think of raising their weapons, their faces are met with a foghorn-sounding fart.

PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBB

Marcus watches in shock as Bastion farts in the two’s faces. Their bodies start convulsing and they both fall to the floor unconscious. Marcus feels himself hardening. 

Bastion races back to Marcus, grabs his hand, and they’re running again. As they run over the two unconscious henchmen, Marcus almost wants to take off the mask so he can get a whiff of Bastion’s powerful gas.

“I can’t believe you knocked-out two grown men with a fart.”  Marcus comments as they pass the unconscious bodies.

Bastion smirks back at him and says, “Be thankful that you have that mask or you’d be joining them in dreamland, just from walking by my fart cloud.” 

Bastion’s playful threat has Marcus taking a shaky breath.

Bastion looks forward again as they continue to run. A knowing grin forms on his lips.

They pause at a door at the end of the hall with a vent just above it. Thanks to the vent they can hear a few guards talking in the next room. They’re learning about Marcus’ escape.

Bastion lifts a huge, dusty table near them, with ease, and quietly sets it in front of the door. Bastion climbs up top it, turns around, and backs his meaty backside against the vent.

Bastion gives Marcus a cheeky grin and mouths ‘SBD’. Bastion then closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip in concentration.

A few seconds later, the guards start complaining before dropping like flies. “What the hell is that terrible smell” “I’m going to be fucking sick” “I’m not feeling too good guys”

After that, in the room, they hear several thuds of bodies collapsing to the floor.

Bastion hops off the table, kicks it out of the way, grabs Marcus’ hand, and they enter the room.

The guards are on the floor, unconscious, and a green mist is flowing around the room. Besides Bastion’s phenomenal ass, nothing’s ever turned Marcus on more.

Bastion leads them to the other door, on the other side of the room, and it opens to the bottom of a stairwell. Bastion places a hand on Marcus’ lower back and shepherds him forward. “You're in front. I’ll be right behind you; I’m going to cropdust the stairs as we head up. Take care of any pursuers that’re behind us.”

Marcus does as he’s ordered and heads up with Bastion right behind him. Marcus has to stifle a moan as he hears Bastion poot with his every step. 

They’re halfway to the top when the door to the third floor bursts open. Two armed guys are coming through. Bastion sprints in front of Marcus and grabs the first guy’s rifle, sideways, and shoves it against his neck, pinning the guy to the wall.

Bastion quickly swivels his hips and aims his butt at the other gunman.

FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLWWWWWWMMMMM

The guy shudders and falls to the ground, unconscious.

Bastion cups his hand behind his ass and farts into it. He then places his cupped hand over the guy he has pinned to the wall, knocking him out. As he does this, they hear a series of heavy steps racing down the stairwell. 

Suddenly the door bursts open again and another guard steps out. 

Bastion crouches down, extends his leg, and sweeps the guy off his feet. The guard falls onto his back and Bastion slides over, sits on his face and farts, taking him out.

Not wasting a second, Bastion spins around and aims his butt at the ascending flight of stairs. Not a moment later, four armed men turn the corner and descend the stairs. As soon as they’re in view, Bastion bends over at the waist, grits his teeth, and starts straining.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT

A typhoon of green fumes erupts out of Bastion’s bum and washes over the armed men. The men all look sickened and start to cover their noses, but it’s too late. They all fall down into a heaping pile of bodies, right behind Bastion’s rump.

The guy on top, who was in the back, shakily raises his head. Bastion takes a few steps back and covers his face with his bulbous backside, and rips two, little, back-to-back farts. Bbbff-Ttppp.

If Marcus wasn’t wearing a mask, he’d be slack-jawed right now. Bastion took down seven armed men with just his farts. This entire section of the stairwell is filled with Bastion’s visible green fumes.

“What are you?” Marcus asks, amazed.

Bastion gives him a cocky smirk. “I’m your gassy guardian angel and their smelliest nightmare.” He says and gives him a wink. Just as a power move, Bastion rips a long airy fart on the pile of bodies behind him. He makes sure to sway his hips, coating all of them with his gas.

Bastion gets his head back in the game, and remembers he’s on a mission. Perhaps he can have some fun with his rescued target later. They make it to the top floor and run down a hall, with no opposition. 

They make it to a room with an elevator that leads up to the exit. However a man sitting in a chair, dressed in a suit, looking perfectly smug, gives them pause.

Marcus hides behind Bastion seeing that it’s the man that kidnapped him. Bastion glares murderously at the man, knowing him all too well.

Bastion gives Marcus’ hand a reassuring squeeze before letting it go and stepping forward.

“What the hell are you doing Allen? We’ve been brothers-in-arms for almost a decade. And we’ve done good work for the agency. Why betray what we stood for?” Bastion asks with raw emotion.

Allen shakes his head at Bastion’s naivety. “Oh Bastion, you were always a great friend but a bad judge of character. To me, money’s the most important thing. The agency pays well but after ransoming this guy, I’ll live like a king.”

“It’s over Allen. He’s coming with me and unfortunately the agency has sent me to exterminate you.”

Allen rolls his eyes. “Bastion, he’s my hostage and he isn’t going anywhere until I receive my 25 million dollars. Now since we were friends, I’ll give you this one and only chance. Leave now, or I’ll have to end you.”

Bastion takes a deep breath and then smirks cockily. “I guess we’ve reached an impasse.”

Marcus gasps as they both pull out pistols, but instead of using them, they toss them to the floor and whip out hunting knives.

Allen stands and they start circling each other. “This’ll be your grave Bastion. You never could beat me in our practice skirmishes.” Allen taunts.

“But this isn’t a one-on-one fight, Allen. You’re taking on me and the Carter Canon.” Bastion cocks his leg and farts.

That doesn’t deter Allen’s maniacal grin. “Oh silly, predictable Bastion, I knew the agency would send you and I am prepared. Your backup will be of no use against me.” Allen pulls out a face mask similar to Marcus’ and straps it on.

Bastion frowns at this, making Allen laugh. “Heh, say your prayers, old friend.” He says before lunging at Bastion with his knife.

The fight gets under way and it's obvious that Allen has the upper hand. Bastion’s mostly on the defensive. He’s constantly farting but it has no effect on Allen. 

With some quick footwork, Allen trips Bastion onto his back and straddles his chest, pinning his arms to the ground with his knees.

 Marcus glances at Bastion's gun on the ground but when he looks back at the two, Allen’s staring at him. “Don’t try it, pretty boy. I’ll slit his throat and then yours before you can even reach it.” Allen threatens.

Bastion being trapped under Allen is just a ruse. When Allen’s attention is on Marcus, Bastion makes his move. He slips his arm out from under Allen and swipes his blade at his face, nicking Allen. 

Allen jumps back to his feet, pressing his hand against the cut on his cheek. Allen glares at a now standing Bastion who’s smirking. Allen goes to tell him ‘lucky hit’ but before he can, a horrendous smell fills his nose.

With a look of panic, Allen feels his face. His mask is gone! It’s then that he realizes Bastion wasn’t aiming for his face, he was aiming for the mask strap.  

Allen drops his knife and covers his mouth and nose with both hands, but it doesn’t stop Bastion’s ass gas from poisoning his lungs. With watery eyes, he looks around and sees that the room is filled with Bastion’s greenish butt fumes. Allen realizes that Bastion’s been planning this since the beginning. He already lost before the fight even started.

Bastion sees the look of defeat on Allen’s face and decides to end this. Bastion drops his knife and sprints straight at a fearful looking Allen. At the last second, Bastion spins around and jumps backwards, ass-first right into Allen’s face.

As soon as Bastion’s thick bubble butt slams into Allen’s face, they both go down. Allen falls onto his back, and Bastion follows him with his titanic rump seated on Allen’s face. 

Marcus blushes as he sees that Bastion’s pillowy globes have Allen’s face completely covered as he sits on his face. If it wasn’t for the rest of Allen’s body you’d think Bastion was just sitting on the floor.

Desperately, Allen uses his hands to try and shove Bastion off but his fingers just sink into all of Bastion’s ass fat.

Bastion curls his hands into fists, closes his eyes, grits his teeth, and starts grunting and straining. “This is it, Allen. I’ll try to end this as quickly as possible but your last living breaths are going to be hell. HGH… Good night, old friend… NGH”

FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMTTTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFF

5 straight minutes of lethal gas thunders out of Bastion’s ass and pointblank into Allen’s face.

Marcus looks on, eyes wide, at Bastion’s destructive farting capability. This monstrous fart has the ground shaking beneath him. And the green mist swirling through the room is quickly being overtaken by a brown one. 

Bastion steals himself, and keeps on releasing this behemoth of a fart. He mourns having to end a dear friend, but he will not stand for backstabbing traitors.

1 minute in and Allen’s body stops moving, but Bastion keeps going. 

Once the monstrous fart comes to a sputtering end, Bastion stays seated on Allen’s face. He waits, feeling with his butt crack, if Allen’s still breathing. 

After a few minutes of nothing, Bastion gets up and doesn’t bother looking back. He retakes Marcus’ hand and they head toward the elevator.

“Is he-” Marcus starts, but is interrupted by Bastion.

“Yes” Bastion answers, emotionlessly.

Marcus can’t believe it. After riding up the elevator and walking down another hallway, they are outside. Marcus’ living-nightmare is finally over.

Bastion walks them to his sleek, silver sports car. He assists Marcus into the passenger's seat and then gets behind the wheel. After starting the car, Bastion taps a button on the dashboard and announces, “I’ve rescued Lorde’s son.”

A female voice responds, “Good work Agent Carter, take him to the nearby safe house. A full security team should meet you there in two hours to escort him back home.” with a click, the conversation ends.

Marcus finally takes off the gas mask as Bastion drives them off the grounds. As they leave a slew of police vehicles pass them, driving into the abandoned prison.

“They’ll be arresting the people I knocked out and dealing with Allen’s body.” Bastion informs Marcus.

A few happy tears fall from Marcus’ eyes. “I… um, thank you so much for rescuing me, Agent Carter.”

Bastion gives him a quick glance before refocusing on the road. “Just doing my job.” he says, but for some reason Marcus can see guilt in his eyes.

After a fifteen minute drive, they reach a small cabin, secluded in the middle of the woods. Bastion tells Marcus that they’ll be waiting here for a team to escort him back home.

Once inside, Marcus takes a seat on the bed. It’s a thousand times softer than that dingy, prison cot.

Bastion closes the door behind them, and still has that look of guilt.

“What’s wrong?” Marcus asks.

Bastion shakes his head, “It’s just that Allen was a close friend of mine and for a while I’ve been getting reports that he’s gone rogue. But I fought against them. I just feel that if I didn’t, we could have taken him down earlier and you wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped.” he confesses.

“You played no part in his scheme. You’re the one who saved me.” Marcus rebuttals.

“I guess,” Bastion replies, obviously unconvinced.

Marcus takes a shaky breath. “Well if you’re still feeling guilty, maybe you could make it up to me.” Bastion gives him a raised eyebrow, so he continues. “You were amazing back there. I know it sounds weird, but would you be okay with farting in my face, without the mask?” 

Guilt forgotten, Bastion grins at him like the Chesire cat. He turns his back to Bastion, looks at him over his shoulder, and gives his bubble butt a smack, making his ample globes jiggle.

“Oh yeah, I quickly noticed how much you enjoyed me gassing out your kidnappers. You really want to be in the Carter Canon’s blast zone?” Bastion teases as he starts backing up; bringing his beefy ass towards a sitting Marcus’ face.

Bastion doesn’t stop until his ass is only a few inches from Marcus’ face. Marcus’ mouth is dry; he can feel the heat emitting from Bastion’s backside, warming his face. And he can smell the sweaty musk coming from in between his cheeks.

“Why don’t you touch it?’ Bastion suggests in a soft and sultry voice. 

Marcus brings his hands up and starts feeling up Bastion’s thick ass-mounds contained in his slacks. They feel both fleshy and firm. Marcus loves how his fingers sink into Bastion’s ass fat. Marcus is thoroughly massaging Bastion’s weaponized bubble butt; borderline worshiping it.

“Mmm, as good as this feels, I think it would feel better without any barriers between your magical fingers and my heroic booty.” Bastion says before in one quick motion, he shoves his pants and boxers down to his knees.

Marcus gasps as Bastion’s bare ass is freed and bounces in all its meaty glory, right in Marcus’ face.

“Well, what’re you waiting for? Start massaging him again. He’s earned it.” Bastion teasingly orders.

Without any hesitation, Marcus starts kneading his hands into Bastion’s doughy globes again, but this time without any barriers.

“Good boy. Worship it. Show me how hungry you are for my farts.” Bastion sensually murmurs.

Incited by his words, Marcus also starts to pepper Bastion’s fleshy mounds with kisses, making Bastion groan.

“Oh you’re a very good boy. And if you shower the Carter Canon with adoration, it showers you right back… HGH”

bbbpp… fffhp… rrhhb… bmttt

Bastion blows a string of poots in Marcus’ face. And after, with every kiss Marcus gives Bastion’s butt, he receives a poot.

Marcus moans as his head is surrounded by a cloud of Bastion’s noxious fumes.

“You know the Carter Cannon really saved your ass today. You should tell it thank you.” Bastion coos.

Pulling back, and staring right into Bastion's butt crack. Marcus sincerely says, “Thank you”.

Bastion grunts and…

PPPPHHHHHHHHBBBBBBMMMMMMM

“Ah, he says you’re welcome.” 

Marcus gets a noseful of Bastion’s eggy butt stink. It stings his eyes, but he loves it.

“And don’t worry, I have complete control over my farts. It’s simple for me to weaken ‘em so you don’t pass out. So the fun doesn’t have to end too soon.” Bastion’s farting prowess makes him even hotter to Marcus.

“Well Mr. Lorde, it seems that the Carter Canon is really enjoying your lips. So much so that he wants some lip-on-lip action.” Suddenly Bastion reaches back with both hands. With one hand he pulls open his butt cheeks, revealing his pucker. And with the other, he grabs the back of Marcus’ neck and shoves his face into his ass.

Before he can react, Marcus finds his head buried deep in between Bastion’s pillowy globes, with his lips pressed against his asshole. Being this close, Marcus can hear ominous gurgling coming from Bastion’s guts. 

“Damn Lorde, it appears you’ve found yourself out of the frying pan and into the fire. You may have escaped from those bad fellows earlier, but there’s no escaping the Carter Canon until it’s finished with you.” Bastion sexily teases.

Bastion gets a message on his smartwatch and frowns. It seems Marcus’ escorts will be here sooner than expected. Bastion only has 20 more minutes with Marcus.

“Well it looks like our little adventure is coming to an end. You know, this kinda feels like a movie. And you know what happens at the end of these kinda movies, right? The hero kisses his damsel-in-distress. NGH… Pucker up handsome, you’re not only going to be seeing fireworks, you’re going to feel like you’re swallowing ‘em too… UGH”

Marcus feels Bastion’s asshole open and press out before he unleashes a minute long, monstrous fart right into his open mouth, inflating his cheeks and lungs like party balloons. 

BBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTDDDDDDDDDDDDD

The stench of digested meat and raw sewage overwhelms Marcus and he finds himself passing out for a few minutes. Unlike Bastion’s other victims of the day, Marcus goes out with a smile on his face.

TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER

Marcus is headed back home after another long day of work. Working for his father’s empire is difficult but Marcus loves the challenge, and proving to others he’ll be ready to take the reins when his father steps down. But thankfully that’ll be years from now.

Ever since the kidnapping incident nearly three years ago, Marcus’ found himself being constantly followed by a thoroughly researched bodyguard named Steve. 

Wherever Marcus goes, he goes. Whether it’s work, or hanging out with friends, he’s there. He used to even live with Marcus until Marcus’ boyfriend moved in a few months back. Steve knows Marcus will be safe at home since his boyfriend is an elite secret agent that can gas out an entire city, any given night. In fact, Steve only stays with Marcus when his boyfriend has to complete overnight missions. Steve’s been staying with Marcus for the past week while his boyfriend’s away, completing a secret, undercover assignment.

When they pull up to Marcus’ building complex, Steve drops him off and drives away. Marcus smiles at this. He’s back. 

Marcus takes his private elevator to his penthouse apartment on the top floor. Marcus walks inside, he doesn’t see him but it’s obvious he’s here. The place stinks of his eggy farts and the air’s taken on a slightly green hue. 

Marcus looks around but can’t find him. When he walks into the center of the bedroom, a pair of muscular arms wrap around him, constricting him, and he feels a wet and hard chest pressing against his back. Marcus knowingly smiles, leaning into the other’s grasp.

Bastion buries his nose into the crook of Marcus’ neck and breathes in deeply. Marcus feels Bastion’s growling voice rumbling from his chest.

“I’ve been gone for a week and I can barely smell my butt stink on you. The Carter Canon isn’t too happy about that. You know what that means?” saying that, Bastion juts out his ass and farts. The room’s quickly re-freshened with his ass gas. 

Bastion’s tone turns sweet after he gives Marcus’ neck a kiss. “We both really missed you. The Carter Canon especially. I think you’ll be cheek-to-cheek with him all weekend. The only time you’ll be free is when we eat. And even then, I’ll have farted on your food.” Bastion teases, knowing that’ll get Marcus going. 

He’s proven right as Marcus moans. Bastion snickers and gives Marcus a hard shove towards the bed. Marcus stops himself just before landing on the bed. He turns around, with the back of his knees against the bed.

Bastion’s only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. He’s still damp from the shower he just took. With a sultry smirk, Bastion turns around and lets the towel fall, mooning Marcus with his wet, fat cakes.

Still smirking at Marcus, over his shoulder, he cups the bottom of both butt cheeks and jiggles them. “Incoming babe” Bastion warns before he starts jogging backwards, towards Marcus.

Feeling deja vu, except he’s the target now, Marcus eyes widen as Bastion leaps backwards. Bastion’s bubbly rump hits Marcus straight in the face, taking him down. Marcus falls onto the bed, and Bastion’s bubble butt lands on his face. Marcus’ face is quickly consumed in between Bastion’s meaty mounds.

“Ah, it’s good to be home, and I’m sure your nose feels the same way. Speak of the devil; sniff up Marky, the Carter Canon is happy to be with your nose again… UGH”

FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKKKKKDDDDDDDDDDDDPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBB

Smell of the chase

Malcolm frowns as he wakes up, finding himself laid out in the grass. He looks around and is even more confused. He’s in a grassy field, but 20 feet away, in all directions, is an endless looking forest. It’s even weirder because this place isn’t located outside. Instead of the sky, a man-made ceiling is way above him. What’s also high above Malcolm is one of those enormous cubes with 4 huge tv screens that you’d see in a basketball stadium.

As Malcolm stands, he notices that he’s not alone. Two other men are standing up. Malcolm’s eyes widen when he realizes he knows them. It’s David and Keith, he’s old friends from highschool. Malcolm hasn’t talked to them in over a decade. When he came to terms with something about himself, he cut ties with the two. 

They all look around confused and then a voice in the distance grabs their attention. “Ah, you guys are finally up.” 

They look over and see a man standing on a fallen tree. He’s shirtless and barefoot, all he’s wearing is a tight, gray pair of lycra compression pants. The guy’s at least 6’4 and with what little he’s wearing, it’s showing how insanely jacked he is. Malcolm also can’t deny that his bearded face is handsome.

“Where the hell are we and who the fuck are you?” Keith growls. Keith’s as aggressive as Malcolm remembers but Malcolm wants answers too.

The mystery man looks at them with mock hurt and places a hand over his heart. “You wound me guys. You mean you don’t remember me from highschool? Maybe you’ll remember the nickname you gave me: the Fat-ass F*gg*t.”

Malcolm goes pale. His biggest regret is standing in front of them, Cole Lincoln. He was an overweight, gay guy the three bullied all through highschool. Malcolm always felt ashamed of himself because he was secretly gay. Since having come out in college, Malcolm’s been doing all he can to help the gay community. He’s also been looking for Cole for years so he could apologize but he never could find him.

Gone is the chubby, depressed Cole. Now the new, muscular, and cocky Cole stands before them.

David steps forward, doing a lousy job of hiding his fear. “What are we doing here?”

Cole smiles maliciously. “Why, you’re here for my revenge. This is what’s going to happen, you’re all going to run and or hide in my woods but whatever you do, don’t let me catch you. If I catch you I’ll be putting you through the worst hell you could ever imagine. However if you evade me for one hour, you’ll be free to go. Since I’m a good guy I’ll give you a head start.” Cole then points up to the jumbo screen. A 5 minute countdown begins. 

“Y-You aren’t serious?” David asks, horrified.

He gives David a stone cold stare. “I’m dead serious. Now run!” He roars.

Not thinking twice, Malcolm flees towards the woods. David’s doing the same, in the opposite direction, but stops when he notices Keith hasn’t moved. He runs back and grabs Keith’s shoulder.

“Come on Keith, we need to move.” David urges.

Keith scoffs and bucks David’s hand off his shoulder. “Fuck that, I’m staying right here and when the clock hits zero I’m beating the shit out of this f*gg*t’s ass” He says with a sneer. Cole returns a lopsided grin.

David shakes his head and runs off into the woods.

For the past 4 and a half minutes, Malcolm’s been sprinting non-stop. He finally stops when speakers echo throughout the entire structure and video begins playing on the jumbo screens. It’s showing Cole walking up to Keith in the starting area. 

Malcolm’s in awe as he can see Cole in his entirety from the screen. Cole has a massive bubble butt. His lycra compression pants do nothing to hide his beach ball-sized ass slabs. His cheeks wobble with every step as he nears Keith.

Cole walks up to Keith, barefoot, without a care in the world. Once he's in front of him, Keith pulls his fist back and aims for Cole’s face. Cole ducks, making Keith miss and stumble forward. 

Cole twists his hip and presses his bubbly backside against Keith’s lower back. PPPHHHHRRRRTTTTT

Malcolm nearly chokes and feels himself getting a hard-on, witnessing Cole fart on Keith.

Keith makes a noise of outrage and swings his arm back. Cole ducks again and presses his fat rump against Keith’s stomach. RRRRRRWWWWWUUUUUGGGGGG

Keith stumbles back coughing on Cole’s fumes. Cole’s sighs in relief and reaches back to waft his fart towards Keith.

Cole turns around and looks at Keith with a shit-eating grin. “What’s going on? You gonna let this f*gg*t humiliate you like this?” Cole taunts him and cockily bounces his furry pecs.

Huffing like a rhino, Keith opens out his arms, and charges at Cole, going to tackle him. Cole just smirks. At the last second Cole rips a quick sbd fart and then places his hands on Keith’s shoulders, frog-hopping over him, and sending Keith face first into the ground and Cole’s lingering fart cloud.

Keith’s red-faced, coughing and wriggling on the ground thanks to Cole’s noxious fart cloud. Cole swaggers over Keith, who’s on his back, trying to cough out a lung. Cole stops when his feet are on either side of Keith’s shoulders. He then spins around, eclipsing Keith’s face in the shadow of his gargantuan ass.

“Well, it seems like you couldn’t beat my ass Keith but my ass is about to beat you.” With that, Cole lets his massive, fat-cushioned ass drop onto Keith’s face like a meteor.

On the screen, Malcolm can't see a single inch of Keith’s face buried under all that ass fat. Malcolm’s both scared and jealous.

Cole curls his hands into fists and starts grunting and straining. “Brace yourself Keith, here comes my revenge. And it won’t be served cold. FGH… You and the other two will be downing my revenge, piping-hot… NGH” 

RRRRRRRWWWWDDDDD, “Say hello to The Cole Canon, Keith” BBBBBBLLLLKKKK, “It’s been dying to meet your face” PPPFFFTTTT, “So how does this f*gg*t’s farts smell” RWWWWOOOOFFFF, “Hope you like it” GGGGGLLLLLRRRRRR, “Ah, because it’s never going away” PPPMMMMMTTTTT, “No matter how much you wash your face” FFFFWWWWWHHHH, “No matter how much cologne you use” BBBBBKKKKKKMMMM, “From now on, your face will reek of my farts” FFFFHHHHtststsss, “ FOREVER!” PPPPPPSHSHSHSHSSSTTTTTSSS

Cole goes all out, ripping fart after fart on Keith’s smothered face. No fart is ever the same, he rips every fart imaginable on Keith’s face. From a trumpeting one, to a squeaking one, to a wet sounding one. 

Keith’s thrashing and screaming out ‘he’s sorry’ beneath Cole’s blubbery backside but all he’s being rewarded with is a mouthful of Cole’s butt stink.

Malcolm watches in horror as Cole waterboards Keith with his ass gas for five minutes straight. 

Cole sighs in relief once he’s finally finished. Before standing up, he wipes his ass from left to right on Keith’s face, making sure to grind his butt stench in. 

Cole gets off of Keith’s face and reveals that he’s knocked out. The jumbo screen focuses on Keith’s unconscious face and Malcolm hears a slight fluttering sound coming from the feed. He then realizes a flying drone is televising this.

The feed then pans out and focuses on a standing Cole who’s smirking at the camera.

Cole spins around and backs his ass, until the jumbo screen is dominated by his huge, lycra-covered bubble butt. 

“One down and” FFFFFLLLLMMMM PPPPFFFFTTTTTT, “Ah, to go, heh”

Then the jumbo screens go dark. Malcolm shakes his head, trying to regain his focus. He starts running again, ignoring that he’s hard.

Barely three minutes later, feed starts playing on the jumbo screens again. Malcolm stops and nervously looks up at the screen. It shows David in the middle of the woods. David’s looking up at the jumbo screens, scared shitless. 

David whips his head from left to right, wondering if Cole is around. 

FFFFGGGGGGBBBBB, a gassy eruption makes David spin around and he spots Cole, several yards away, stepping out from where he was hiding behind a tree. 

David yells and starts running away. Cole laughs maniacally and gives chase. 

David stupidly keeps glancing back as he runs, seeing that Cole is gaining on him. The third time David looks back, he trips over a tree root. David scrambles to his feet and sees that Cole is nearly upon him. Desperate, David runs to the nearest, biggest tree and starts climbing it. 

With a smirk, Cole stops at the base of the tree and watches David climb higher. Around 15 ft high, David pulls himself up and sits on a branch sturdy enough to support his weight. David peers down at Cole both scared and hopeful.

Cole puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head “You realize I can climb right?” 

“J-just leave me alone, please. I-I’m sorry about what we did to you in highschool.” David squeaks out.

“You're not sorry, at least not about that. But I am about to make you sorry for climbing so high.” Cole says with a devilish grin.

Still at the base of the tree, Cole lays down on the grass, on his stomach. He then arches his back, extending his meaty rump skyward. Cole takes a deep breath and PPPPPPFFFFFFGGGGGG, RRRRRRRRTTTTTTTBBBBBBBB, TTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFF, PPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLWWWWWWWW. 

Cole lets out a series of long, sputtering farts, right beneath David. It only takes a few moments for the stench to reach him. David’s starting to feel sick. He covers his nose with his hands but it doesn’t ward off the stench of digested meat and onions. 

Cole’s intestinal fumes has David feeling woozy. David suddenly falls backwards off the branch and lands hard on the ground, surrounded by some bushes. Even though he’s in pain, David knows he needs to get out of there. Getting on his hands and knees, David crawls towards the opposite direction Cole was. 

David makes his way to crawl through a bush, but when he sticks his face in, it’s stopped by something big and bulbous.

PPPPPPHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRR

A trumpeting fart is ripped in David’s face. David blanches from the fart and falls backward, onto his ass.

Cole’s meaty rump reveals itself from the bushes, along with Cole, who’s on his hands and knees, crawling backwards. Cole looks back, over his shoulder, with an impish grin as he continues to crawl backwards. A frightened David starts crab-walking backwards, trying to keep his face away from Cole’s toxic ass.  

This goes on for only a few seconds before David’s back hits the tree he was just on. Cole keeps crawling backwards until his bubble butt is only a foot away from David’s face. Cole’s grin grows at having David trapped.

“Please” David begs, sounding like he’s on the verge of tears.

“Shh-shh-shh” Cole quiets him. “There’s no escaping this. It’s time for you to suffer. In you go” With that, Cole thrusts his ass back, smothering David’s face with his doughy globes. Cole then starts grinding his bubble butt all over David’s face while farting like there’s no tomorrow. And he accompanies every fart with a taunt.

FART “Ah that felt good” FART “Heh, that was a loud one, I bet people on the other side of the planet heard that” FART “Oh that smells really bad, even for me” FART “You need to struggle harder David” FART “Don’t you wanna get my booty off your face before you permanently stink of my farts” FART “Just like Keith” FART “Oh well, I tried to warn you. Cole Canon do your thing… FGH” FFFAAARRRTTT

Cole rips fart after fart in David’s face, without pause. With every eggy fart, David’s consciousness fades more and more. Cole’s final fart is a monstrous one that sounds like a roaring bear, and that’s the final nail in the coffin. David blacks out.

Cole gets off of David and the screen zooms in on his unconscious face. “You’re the last man standing, Malcolm. If I don’t catch you in the next 40 minutes you’ll be safe. But I doubt you’ll be eluding this big fella for long.”

Cole’s thick mounds once again fill the screen and a long, trumpeting fart erupts from his ass with enough force to make his cheeks ripple. 

The screen fades to black and Malcolm takes off, running again, feeling conflicted. Malcolm’s scared shitless of sharing the same fate as the other two. But another part of himself wants it.

Malcolm’s starting to get tired. While running, he finds a cave entrance. Hopefully this will be a good place he can hide while he rests up. The cave’s around 9 yards deep, Malcolm takes a seat on one of the few rocks located in the far back.

Barely a minute later, RRRRRLLLLLLUUUUPPPPP. Malcolm looks up, wide-eyed. Cole’s standing at the cave entrance. He’s devilishly grinning and his left leg is cocked up. 

“I found you” Cole sing-songs.

Cole starts strolling towards Malcolm, and with every step he rips a quick, little poot.

Just three of these little poots and the inner cave is completely dominated by his intestinal vapors.

When Cole’s nearly in front of Malcolm, Malcolm says, “I-I’ve been looking for you for years. I’ve been wanting to apologize to you for the longest.” Malcolm confesses.

For half-a-second, Cole pauses but then continues walking and pooting, without saying a word. When he’s only a few feet away from Malcolm, he surprises Malcolm by taking a seat on a nearby rock.

Cole nods, “I know you were looking for me, my tech guys informed me.” 

“I work for the government, my job is to get information out of people.” Cole gestures around them, “This place, this dome we’re in is where I break people and get them to talk. I do that by either chasing them up here. Or locking ‘em up in one of my many airtight cells beneath us. In fact I’ve got three cells for you and both of your friends ready to go.” He finishes with a lopsided grin. Malcolm goes pale, just how long is Cole going to keep them there?

Malcolm opens his mouth but Cole cuts him off. “I know they aren’t your friends anymore. You cut ties with them after you came out. Which is a good thing. Keith has beaten his three ex-wives and kids, and got away with it thanks to his brother who's a police officer. And David is a closet-case who’s forced himself on guy’s since he was in college. His dad is a politician, and always covers up these incidents.” Cole says appalling Malcolm. 

“My superiors were so thankful with my last job that they let me bring and torture my high school tormentors here. Me and my bosses don’t like how your friends got away with their crimes so they are staying here and going to be put in cells and tortured with my farts for a very long time.”

Malcolm feels that those two have earned this, so he doesn’t protest.

Cole continues, “You’re a completely different subject. You’re a law-abiding citizen who donates money and his free-time to gay charities. At first, I was thinking of not dragging you here. But then my tech guy did some snooping, hacked into your computer, and found a fetish of yours.” With a cheeky grin Cole cocks his right leg and farts. It echoes off the cave walls.

“Ah, so that changed things. With you being into this, my grateful superiors gave me the choice of your fate. Either I can let you go after this or I can keep you as one of my many fart-slaves for as long as I want.” 

“H-Have you made a decision?” Malcolm asks quietly. 

“Not yet, this is going to help me decide.” Cole says as he stands and walks up to Malcolm. “I’ve never met someone who’s wanted me to fart in their face. I’m excited to gas-out someone like you.”

With that, Cole spins around and his bubbly, lycra-covered ass-mounds are right in Malcolm’s face, dominating his field of vision. Malcolm stares nervously at the wet sweat stain along Cole’s ass crack.

“From what I’ve found out, no one’s ever farted on you. You’ve just watched videos and read stories. Whelp I hope you enjoy the real thing. In you go”  

Cole reaches back, grabs the top of Malcolm’s head, and shoves his face against his fat rump. Cole’s meaty globes mold over Malcolm’s entire face, smothering him with his ass fat. Malcolm’s huffing up Cole’s ass musk and lingering fart fumes, making him horny.

“Fire in the hole” PPPHHHTTT “You’re the first willing person who wants to be a victim of the Cole Canon” FFFFGGGRRRR “I don't know if you’re brave or stupid” BBBHHHHMMM “What I do know is that your nose is toast… NGH” FFFFFRRRRRRRRHHHHHHPPPPP

Cole pulls Malcolm’s face away from his ass when he feels him spasming. 

“Haha, holy shit! I guess you truly are into this.” Cole says, noticing the big wet spot forming over Malcolm’s crotch.

Malcolm’s both embarrassed at shooting a load in his pants like some teenager, thanks to a few of Cole’s cheesy-smelling farts, and exhausted. 

“Thank you Cole… and, and I’m sorry” Malcolm says through heavy breathing.

Cole’s voice suddenly goes cold. “Unlike Keith and David, I can tell your apology is genuine, but I don’t care. You and your friends tortured me all through highschool and now it’s time to return the favor. Fun time’s over, time for your personal hell to begin.”

Cole shoves Malcolm’s head back, bumping the back of his head against the cave wall. Cole then grabs the waistband of his compression pants and pulls the back of them down, just beneath his ass. Cole’s thick cakes pour out of their confines and bounce and clap against each other.

“Better take a deep breath Malcolm. I’m about to drown you in all this butt meat.” Cole taunts, giving his ass a slap, making his cheeks jiggle. He then uses both hands to spread open his butt crack, revealing his fur-surrounded, sweaty pucker. Cole then starts to back it into Malcolm’s face.

Both wanting this and wanting to atone for his bullying past, Malcolm keeps his face still, not trying to escape.

Malcolm’s face sinks in between Cole’s plump globes. His descent doesn’t stop until his lips are pressed against a winking butthole and Cole’s doughy cheeks are touching the cave wall, completely sealing Malcolm’s head from the outside world.

Cole goes berserk, unleashing a slew of monstrous, noxious-smelling farts, point-blank in Malcolm’s face. All while swiveling his hips, smearing his continuously venting pucker against Malcolm’s lips and drenching Malcolm’s face with his butt sweat. Malcolm’s instantly regretting this, smacking Cole’s ass, wanting out but Cole’s going nowhere.

“Open wide” “Oh yeah, taste my butt stink” “Are you slapping my ass now? Time for the Cole Canon to return fire” “Yeah, choke on my hellish butt fumes, you deserve it” “This butt burp is for the spitballs you guys shot at the back of my head in class” “This butt trumpet is for the swirlies you and your friends gave me” “This butt bomb is for the names you guys called me when I walked passed you in the halls” “And this helping of beef stew is for being a hypocrite who was as gay as me” “Ah, it’s sad really Malcolm, think of how things would be if you hadn’t bullied me” “All this time we could have been together and you could be huffing up all my ass gas you could handle” “Would be perfect wouldn’t it? Oh well let me pour one out for that shattered-dream… UGH”

RRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAA PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLWWWWWWRRRRRRRTTTTTTT BBBBBBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYY-OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUBBBBB FFFFFFFFFGGGGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUVVVVVVVVVTTTTTTTT MMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKPPPPPPPPPP BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLOOOOOBBBBBBB PPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOO-BBBBBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVVV RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA-MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT-FFFFFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWBBBBBBBBBBBB

Cole proves to Malcolm that there's such a thing as too much of a good thing as he pumps fart after monstrous fart down Malcolm’s gullet. Malcolm feels nauseous swallowing down all of Cole’s vile ass fumes. Cole’s final fart is the mother-of-all-farts, lasting 3 minutes. The smell of it is as painful as Cole’s accompanying comment. The stench is overwhelming and has Malcolm passing out, making him lose along with David and Keith.

HOURS LATER

Malcolm comes too, being slightly shaken. He opens his eyes, finding himself seated on a bench and across from him, Cole is sitting on a similar bench. They seem to be in the back of a van or truck, that’s on the move. Cole’s dressed more professionally now, wearing a blue button-up shirt, black slacks, black dress shoes, and mirrored sunglasses. 

“What’s going on? What’s happening?” Malcolm asks cautiously.

Cole remains silent, just smirking, building up Malcolm’s anxiety.

“I forgive you.” Cole says, surprising Malcolm, before continuing. “But your friends are a different case entirely. Like I said before, from here on out, I’ll be torturing them everyday with my farts, until I've felt like they’ve suffered enough. And that won’t be for a long, long time.”

Cole leans forward, getting right in Malcolm’s face. “I’m letting you go back to your old life. I suggest you keep all of what happened tonight to yourself. If you start talking, you and your confidant will never see the light of day again. My ass and farts will be the only meaning of both of your insignificant existences.” Cole threatens.

Malcolm audibly gulps and nods his head. Cole leans back with a satisfied smile.

“So I’m free to go?” Malcolm confirms.

Cole gives a wolfish grin, making Malcolm uneasy.

“You’re free, but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit that you enjoyed tonight. So why stop here. Let’s rectify our past and move forward. Let me take you out on a date. It’s obvious that we just click. And there are some benefits from dating my nasty ass.”

Cole’s wolfish grin broadens as he leans heavily to the right, propping his left butt cheek into the air. “Of course you’ll be treated to all my butt bombs you can handle”

PPPPPPMMMMMMMMBBBBBTTTTT

“And I’ll bring you back here frequently so you can get a front row seat of me fart torturing Keith and David.”

BBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUMMMMMM

“And for a surprise, when you least expect it, the Cole Canon will knock you out and we’ll have another stinky chase.”

FFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLL-WWWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

“Now there are some drawbacks. I’m a very jealous and possessive person. So if you have a boyfriend, I suggest you break up with them immediately before I make them my prey and hunt them through my woods.”

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUBBBBBBBB

“And heavens forbid a man getting handsy with what’s mine. They can say goodbye to their freedom and fresh air for the rest of their days... NGH”

PPPPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWW-UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH-MMMMMMMMMMMDDDDDDDDDD

Cole sighs in relief as he sits normally, again. “So what do you think of all that?” Cole asks.

The small area is filled to the brim with Cole’s noxious vapors. It has Malcolm coughing and his eyes watering. “I think I’d like that... a-and there’s this great Italian restaurant I’d love to take you to.” Malcolm forces out, through his coughing.

“Smart choice, I’ll pick you up at 7, next Friday. Guess this is goodbye for now. When you wake up again you’ll be back in your own bed.” Cole stands up and spins around. Cole’s pumpkin-sized mounds encased in a pair of tight-fitting black slacks is a sight to behold. Malcolm can’t ogle Cole’s bubbly ass for too long since Cole reaches back, grabs Malcolm by the back of the head, and shoves him face first into his fat rump.

Malcolm once again, finds his face smothered by Cole’s doughy globes and his nose nestled in his toxic trench.

“I'll be seeing you again really soon, cutie. But until then give me that nose… UGH”

FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Smell of a new bud

I love and support my wife, especially over all the years of her climbing up the corporate ladder. However, I’m not a fan of the monthly company parties I have to attend with her. They’re hosted at one of the higher executive’s homes. The people around aren’t very interesting and I have to wear a suit and tie through the event. I’m a game designer so I’m not too comfortable in formal wear.

We just arrived at the party and my wife, Angela, leads us to the host, who’s a slightly older woman named Elyse. It seems like she and Angela are very close friends. As they talk, I keep smiling with my arm wrapped around Angela’s waist. Elyse looks at me as she notices my other hand fiddling with my tie.

Elyse gives me a kind smile. “Not your kind of scene? Is it?” she asks. 

I shrug and give her and my wife a guilty smile, making them both laugh.

“My husband’s the same way. He loves me but these kinds of gatherings aren’t his cup of tea.” She tells us. Then she focuses on me and says, “Why don’t you go upstairs and hangout with him. He’s hiding in his mancave. But be warned: he has a special way of… chasing guests out of his space.”

I look at my wife hopefully. She gives me a smile, “Go on, get out of here.”

I give her a peck on the cheek and make my way upstairs. I stop at the first door on the right and knock. “Come in” a deep voice calls from inside.

I open the door and enter, and two things catch me off guard. First is the huge guy who’s both muscular and fat, standing at the window. He’s shirtless, and only wearing a pair of tight blue jeans. And it looks like the seam of the back of his jeans is being worked to the max in containing the guy’s huge ass. His butt’s so big that it looks like he has a set of beach balls in the back of his pants. Each of his butt cheeks are as big as my head.

The second thing is the smell, the room smells like complete shit. It has my nose tingling. 

Without looking back at me he says, “Yeah, you might wanna rejoin the party downstairs, the smell in here isn’t going to get any better.” With that he hikes up his right leg and farts.

PPPPOOOOOOHHHHHVVVVVV

A fresh stink of rotten eggs and onions hits me, but I’ve handled worse. I step inside and close the door behind me. “Dude, I grew up with a single father and four older brothers, I’m used to farts.”

The guy turns his head, and looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a raised eyebrow. The guy’s bearded face looks familiar. He slightly sticks his ass out and farts again. 

RRRRRRRHHHHHHHLLLLLGGGGGG

“Ah, that’s nice and all but I’m a 24/7 farting machine. And I ain’t stopping anytime soon. So are you really sure you wanna stay here?” he asks.

The potent stench reaches my nose, threatening to make my eyes water, but I push it back. “It’s fine man, let ‘em fly. Don’t get me wrong, your wife’s throwing a beautiful party downstairs, but I’d rather chill out here.”

The guy walks up to me with a smile. “Well you endured me farting twice in a confined space, and didn’t run away like the others, so you passed. It’ll be fun to have some company when my wife hosts these monthly shindigs. Nice to meet you, my name's Bud Stevenson.” He introduces himself, offering me a handshake.

I shake Bud’s hand, and introduce myself, “Travis Wright.” Suddenly Bud’s name hits me and I remember where I know him from. “Oh, we’ve met before.”

Bud’s brow furrows so I continue. “We both wrestled in college and I wrestled you once. You completely wiped the floor with me.” I want to say more but it’s embarrassing.

Bud smirks cockily and says, “Well that’s unsurprising, I’m undefeated.”

“Did you used to have a foreign accent in college or something?” I ask, making Bud look confused. I elaborate, “Well your team referred to you as the ‘Assassin’ but they pronounced it weirdly.”

It dawns on Bud and he chuckles before explaining. “Oh, well they called me the Ass-assin. They put emphasis on the ass part because one, I’ve always had a huge ass and two,” Bud leans in forward, almost as if he’s telling me a secret, “I always ripped an sbd in my opponents’ faces. That would always fuck them up and clutch the win for me.” Bud pulls back out with a shit-eating grin, “Since we wrestled I’m sure my Bud Bomb sealed your fate.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “You're damn right, but I never told any of my teammates that you farted in my face. That’d be fucking embarrassing.”

Still sporting a shit-eating grin, Bud cups his hand behind his ass and farts into it. “Here, get a whiff of this literal blast from the past.” Bud quickly brings his cupped fart right under my nose, giving me a nose-full of his rank ass fumes, making me gag.

Bud laughs and then his eyes light up. “Hey I got an idea.” Bud moves the cocktail table out of the way, emptying the middle of the room. “Let’s have a rematch.”

I’m unsure about this. “I don’t know man. Last time we were in the same weight class. I don’t think that’s the case anymore.” I say, trying to be delicate.

Bud rolls his eyes before giving his beer belly a smack, making it ripple. “No need to sugar-coat it Travis, I’ve gotten fat. But that just means you have more speed and stamina than me. Come on Travis, don’t tell me you’re scared.” 

I never, ever back down from a challenge. “Let’s go” I take off my jacket, tie, and button up shirt so I’m only in my undershirt and slacks.

We get in our ready stance, face-to-face. Bud calls ‘go’ and we begin. Our arms lock together and I already can feel that Bud’s strength eclipses my own. I use my speed to my advantage and slip around him and wrap my arms around his upper arms and chest, bear-hugging him. 

At first I think I’ve got him but Bud ends that as he turns his head and gives me a sly grin. “You shouldn’t be back there Travis. With it just being the two of us, the Ass-assin doesn’t have to be sneaky. I can rip Bud Bombs loud and proud.”

I feel Bud push out his ass, pressing his bubbly rump against my midsection. PPPHHHHRRRTTTT

I grit my teeth as I feel him fart on me, and instantly smell his noxious fumes rise up to my nose. It’s torturous but I try to stay strong, keeping him locked in a bear-hug.

Bud snickers, “Haha, so you wanna try and ignore my farts? Then ignore this one” RRRRHHHHHHPPPPPRRRR. Bud rips a greasy fart on my midsection again. 

I release Bud and step back, gagging on his atrocious gas. Bud turns around with a cocky grin. “You’re in for a rare treat Travis. You get to wrestle the Ass-assin when he doesn’t have to be subtle. Lucky you.”

This immediately turns into a one-sided match, with the Ass-assin owning me. He keeps trapping me in one hold after another and farting on my body. 

Bud puts me in an arm bar, farting on my shoulder. He then puts me in a body scissor, farting on my stomach. Then he puts me in a Boston crab, farting on my lower-back. And then he puts me in a headscissor, farting on the back of my head. 

Bud’s straddling my chest, peering down at my face with a shit-eating grin. I’m exhausted and breathing heavily and unfortunately for me, the room is filled with Bud’s eggy farts. 

“Do you give up?” Bud asks, still grinning.

“Never!” I refuse trying to buck Bud off with what little strength I have left.

“Whelp then I guess you get to experience a move I made up that I used on my teammates to make ‘em suffer. Say hello to the Ass-assin’s toxic throne.” Bud may be bigger but he's fast as hell. In a blink of an eye, Bud spins around and I find his jean-clad, bulbous backside, lording over my face.

“Travis, be a pal and tell me when you're ready to surrender.” Bud says casually before abruptly sitting on my face. Smothering me under his fat cheeks.

FART “Oh” FART “Ah, that felt good” FART “Whoops, that was a wet one” FART “Oh yeah you smell that? That’s the smell of the undefeated Ass-assin” FART “Come on Travis, you can end this. Just give up” FART “Do you really wanna be smelling this all night… GGH” 

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFGGGGGGLLLLLTTTTTTTTT

Bud rips fart after fart on my trapped face. My nose and lungs are burning from his vile ass gas. I can’t handle it, I start rapidly tapping his thigh. “I give, I give!” I yell, muffled beneath his meaty globes. As I yell, Bud gifts my open mouth with a couple of poots.

Bud laughs as he gets off of me and helps me up. He gives me a slap on the back, “Nice try Travis but the Ass-assin is still undefeated.”

Cough-cough “For now, but I’ll beat you next time” I vow through a coughing fit, making Bud smile.

“Oh I like you Travis I can tell we’ll be good friends.” His smile then turns a little mischievous, “And I can tell that you and my ass will be even closer friends.” Bud says before spinning around, hiking up a leg, and farting on my hip.  

Bud laughs and nods his head towards the couch. “Come on, let’s play a game.” 

I take a seat on the couch while he starts up the game console. “It’s a one-player game, but do you wanna play Mutant Invasion with me? I’m stuck on the first boss. Have you played it before?”

Have I played it? I helped develop the game. But I don’t tell him that. It’s a first-person shooter where you're trying to escape a city of flesh eating mutants.

Bud sits next to me and loads his last game save. 10 minutes in, “See, this first boss keeps killing me. I keep running out of ammo and my headshots do no damage.” He complains as he’s killed again.

I immediately see the problem. I take the controller from him and reload his save. “You’re not actually shooting his head. That’s just a lump of flesh on top of his shoulders. His actual head is protruding from his back.” I explain as I have the character round the boss and shoot at the glowing face on his back. 

It takes a minute but I kill the boss and Bud’s overjoyed. “You fucking did it man” he cries shaking me by my shoulders, “Come on lets keep playing.” and we do.

This may be a single-player game, but we get competitive. Whenever one of us dies, we pass the controller. I had a hand in making the game, but I’m no savant. However, I do much better than Bud. Bud gassily shows he’s a sore loser whenever he hands over the controller.

“Here take the controller, and take this too” Bud leans to the side, away from me, aiming his ass at me and farting. 

“How the hell was I supposed to escape that explosion? Maybe you can show me how by escaping my butt bomb.” Bud shifts around, kneeling on the couch, with his back facing me. Bud arches his back, sticking his bubble butt out, at me, and farts, spraying me with his skunky fumes. 

“Oh you thought me getting headshotted was funny? Let's see how you like it.” Bud stands up and spins around. He then bends over at the waist, extending his big butt into my face and farts.

After an hour of playing we choose to stop. I decide to confess my secret to Bud, but not with words. I head to the main menu and click Play Credits. Bud asks ‘What I’m doing?’ but I remain quiet. I point at the screen when ‘Lead Level Designer’ scrolls up and underneath that is Travis Wright.

I smirk at Bud. Bud looks offended but it’s obvious he’s trying to hold back a smile. “Haha, you fucking cheater.” Bud accuses, cackling.

Still smirking, I shrug, “What? It’s your fault for not asking if I helped make the game.”

Bud playfully growls as he gets up and stands in front of me. He then spins around and climbs backwards onto the couch, bracketing my thighs with his feet.

I’m laughing as I shove against Bud’s upper thighs, trying to stop him from pressing his jeans-covered, bubbly rump against my face. I’m only slowing him down as his huge ass comes closer and closer to my face by the second.

My nose is nearly touching the seam of his jeans, wedged in his butt crack. I can feel the heat emitting from his bulbous ass, warming my face.

With a powerful thrust backwards with his hips, Bud shoves my hands out of the way and once again smothers my face with his meaty ass-mounds. My head’s now trapped in between his titanic ass and the headrest of the couch. I’ve got no ways of escape.

“Oh yeah, the only thing cheaters win around here is a faceful of my ass gas” PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVMMMMMM

“You know what I like to say? Liar, liar I’m about to light your nose hairs on fire.” BBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKGGGGGGGG

“Oh, I feel a biggie coming. I bet your older brothers can’t rip ass like this.” FFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

“You really need to introduce me to your brothers so we can have a fart competition. I need to prove to you that I’m your one and only Fart King. And no one can hold a candle to me.” RRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMM-LLLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKK-OOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA-RRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFF-DDDDDDDDDDTTTTTTTT

Bud launches numerous monstrous farts pointblank in my face. His repulsive intestinal gas has me dry-heaving once he gets off my face. 

Bud’s cackling villainously as he climbs off me and the couch. “Oh wait, I’m not finished bro. Here comes the runt of the litter.” Bud pushes his ass out and rips a quick little poot in my face.

Bud laughs as I groan from his newest butt burp. He takes a few steps forward and wafts his butt fumes towards my face.

“Fuck man, I think I’m going to be sick.” I bemoan.

“Hehe, just count yourself lucky that our friendship is just beginning. If we knew each other longer I would have done this to you bare-assed.” Bud laughs again as he sees me shudder.

I’m about to reply when we hear something strange going on downstairs. Since I entered the room, we could hear music playing downstairs, in the background, but it’s stopped. Then we here some guy shout ‘Fuck You!’ and Bud and I know that we need to head downstairs. 

I put on my button-up and Bud throws on a shirt and we race downstairs. We find a disheveled looking guy, who’s obviously drunk, standing in front of the front-door with a beer bottle in his hand. 

Everyone’s giving him a wide berth except for our wives who are standing together, in front of him. “You need to leave Shaun. You weren’t invited here. And we’ve let you go from the company.” Elyese orders.

“Fuck you” he slurrs/yells while pointing at Elyese, “And fuck this bitch for taking my job.” He finishes, pointing at my wife. 

As soon as he calls my wife that, I see red. I walk right up to him and punch him in the face, knocking him on his ass. I kneel over him, grab him by the shirt and rear my fist back to punch him again, but someone grabs my arm, stopping me. I look up and see it’s Bud.

He shakes his head and says quietly, so only I can hear, “No, if you get blood on our rug my wife will kill all three of us. We’ll take him out back and deal with him.” He says with a nasty little smirk. I give him a nod, really liking the sound of that idea.

Bud turns around to address Elyese. “Honey, we're going to take this guy outside and fix him up before sending him on his way. Enjoy the rest of your party.” Elyese looks suspicious but gives him a smile and thanks us both.

I grab one arm and Bud grabs the other and we drag him out the front door. We continue to drag him around the side of the house and into the backyard. Bud steers us to a secluded bench in the backyard, hidden within a ring of tall and thick bushes.

Bud roughly sits him on the bench making him grunt. He then looks at me and orders, “Stand behind the bench and hold him by the shoulders. Keep him still. I’ve got something for him far worse than just beating the shit out of him.” 

I’m pretty sure I know what Bud’s up to and I’m all for it. I stand behind this ‘Shaun’ guy and grab him by the shoulders. Bud walks in front of him and spins around, showing off his boulder-sized butt cheeks, accentuated by his jeans. 

“Wh-what’s going on?” Shaun drunkenly slurs.

Bud doesn’t answer, he just starts unbuttoning his jeans, and then he reaches back and pulls the back of them down, just beneath his ass. Bud’s blubbery mounds pour out the confines of his jeans and wobble menacingly within a foot of Shaun’s face.

“Hey, hey” Shaun cries and tries to stand up but I shove him back down. Bud starts to back up bringing his meaty posterior closer to Shaun’s face.

“You’re ass was fucking rude to my wife, so now my ass is going to show you the same kind of rudeness.”

Shaun brings up his hands to stop Bud’s ass from reaching his face but it doesn’t even slow Bud down. Shaun's fingers just sink into Bud’s doughy globes and the next thing he knows his face is buried in between Bud’s bubbly ass-slabs. 

I hear Shaun yelling but Bud’s ass fat is muffling his words. Bud snickers as he starts rocking his ass from left to right, swallowing Shaun’s face deeper into his seemingly, bottomless ass crack.

Bud looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a devilish grin. “Oh I feel his nose against my asshole Travis. My bare-assed butt bombs are far worse than just kicking his ass. Back in college, victims I farted on bare-assed, to this day, still complain that my ass fumes are baked into their pores.” 

Bud curls his hands into fists and grits out. “Why simply give him a broken lip that’ll heal in a week, when his face can reek of my ass for the rest of his life… GGH” BBBBBBBBOOOOO-LLLLLLPPPPP-MMMMMNNNNNN

“Oh yeah, open that mouth stink-bitch. Imma take a shit on that tongue you used to disrespect our wives… FGH” VVVVVVVVVGGGGGGGG-KKKKKKKKHHHHHH-PPPPPPPPPBBBBBBB

Bud looks back with a frown as Shaun tries to pull his face out of his ass. “Oh no you don’t! Travis shove him back in there. I ain’t finished melting off his face.”

“You got it Bud.” I grab the back of Shaun’s head and guide his face back into Bud’s ass crack. Bud’s globes are so big that only the back of his head and the back of my hand are still visible. Even the tips of my fingers are wedged in Bud’s bountiful, toxic trench.

Bud scrunches up his face and strains out, “Ngh… Here it comes. Oh and sorry Travis, your fingers are probably going to stink for a while after this… UGH”

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I go slack-jawed as Bud rips a 5 minute long fart, point-blank in Shaun’s face. Bud’s ohing and ahing as the noxious vapors continuously flow from his asshole. I cringe as some of the stink seeps out and reaches my nose. It smells of digested meat, a musky gym locker-room, and sulfur.

Shaun stands no chance against this massive butt bomb. He passes out halfway through. That doesn’t deter Bud from continuing to rip this monster in Shaun’s face. 

Bud sighs in relief and wipes his forehead of sweat, but keeps Shaun’s face wedged deep in his big ass. 

“Hey Travis, can you call him an Uber while my butt keeps him entertained” Bud asks as he poots on his unconscious victim’s nose.

With Shaun unconscious, I take my hands off of him and order him an Uber. “It’ll be here in 10 minutes.” I inform Bud.

“Perfect, enough time for me to permanently ingrain my butt fumes into this stink-bitch’s face.” Bud says as he places his hands on his knees and starts swaying his titanic rump from side to side, taking Shaun’s trapped face along for a ride.

For the next 10 minutes Bud keeps ripping short, trumpeting farts in Shaun’s face. I lose count but it’s well over 100. I’m both impressed and frightened of Bud’s gassy nature.

When the Uber’s near, Bud picks up Shaun and slings him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As we make our way around to the front, Bud makes sure to poot in his victim’s face with every step. He smirks back at me since he’s also crop-dusting me as well. 

Shaun’s waking up as soon as the Uber arrives. Bud quietly threatens him to never even think of coming near our wives or he’ll take a literal shit on his face. And with that he tosses him into the back seat and they’re off.

As we watch them pull off, Bud tosses and arm over my shoulders. I reciprocate, tossing my arm over his. I don’t know why, but me and Bud just click. I haven’t had a best friend in a while but I have no doubt in my mind that Bud’ll be mine very soon.

“Damn, Travis you're fun to hangout with and you’ve got my back. Plus you don’t run away from my Bud Bombs like those lightweight dudes in there.” He nods his head towards his house, where the party's still going on.

“I feel it in here man” He slaps his big hand over his heart, “We’re going to be best bros.”

I nod, “Hell yeah man I was just thinking the same thing.” I then smirk at him and shake my head, “But damn Bud, I can’t believe that huge, long-ass fart you ripped in that fucker’s face. It was epic!” I praise.

Bud shrugs, “It was alright, I’ve ripped bigger butt bombs. In fact I feel one of ‘em coming.” Bud gives me an ominous grin and I know that doesn’t bode well for me. “And it’s just for you bro” 

With that Bud swivels his hips and presses his ample, meaty rump against my hip.

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Bud rips a behemoth of a fart on me. I try to pull away but Bud tights his arm around my shoulder to keep me close and backs up to keep his ass pressed against me. I cringe and bear it as Bud vents nearly 10 minutes of his ass fumes on me.

By the end I’m coughing and my eyes are watering as Bud’s noxious butt vapors envelope us, surrounding us in a massive fart cloud. 

“Jeez Bud, that was awful.” I complain. Bud starts snickering, making me worried.

“Well bad news Travis. That was only the warm up. GGH… And here comes the guest of honor… NGH”

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Smell of the country boy

Me, one of my roommates, and some friends had a fun night of drinking. Me and Tim, my roommate, stumble into our apartment. We don’t feel like going to sleep yet so we sit on the couch in the living-room and talk. All night our group was chatting about our kinks.

“I don’t know what it is but I just love licking all over a hot chick's feet. And nothing’s hotter than sucking on her fine toes.” Tim explains to me his kink. 

Feet are absolutely not my thing but I just listen to Tim’s explanation without any judgment. Tim looks at me with a slightly subdued expression. “Sorry man, you probably don’t want to hear about my gross fetish.”

I shrug, “It’s fine man. To each their own.”

Tim arches an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, then what’s your fetish gay boy?” he teases.

Tim grabs his bulge with a huge grin. “Does my thick Italian sausage get you going Paul? Haha.” 

I roll my eyes and laugh. “Ha, no. And if you must know I’m into a few things. I’m into guys with big butts. A guy who farts a lot. And a guy who’s dominant.” I answer truthfully.

Tim’s looking at me gobsmacked. “Holy shit dude! You just described Anders.”

Anders is our other roommate. He's kinda our friend but he mostly sticks to himself, in his own room. All we really know about him is that he came from a rural area before moving to the big city. 

I frown at Tim’s words. “Besides his ass, Anders is nothing like I described.” Anders is a beefy, fit, country boy with a fat bubble butt to match. Anders works as a waiter at a fancy Italian restaurant and his melon-sized butt cheeks are always stretching the seam of his slacks to their limit.

“Come on dude, haven’t you passed his room when he opens his door? It reeks of absolute shit. It smells like he farts 24/7 in that room.” I can’t say Tim’s wrong. The stench I’ve smelt coming from Anders’ room smells like complete ass. But I’ve never heard Anders fart.

“And we don’t know Anders all that well. Maybe he's some sort of quiet Alpha kinda guy.” Tim’s getting more excited as he talks.

I nip Tim’s little fantasy in the bud. “Tim I doubt the man’s even gay. Let’s just forget about this and go to bed.” 

Tim sleepily agrees and we head off to our respective bedrooms.

The next morning I flop back onto the couch and get ready to watch a college basketball game. Tim’s gone to work. He works in construction. Like me, it’s Anders’ day off too but like usual, he’ll probably just stay in his room. 

I work as a computer programmer and it pays extremely well. The only reason I’m rooming with others is so I can save up money for the future.

“Howdy” a deep, southern voice comes from the doorway. Anders enters the living-room, surprising me. Normally he leaves his room to use the bathroom and for food and then returns without saying a word. 

“Hey Anders” I greet.

“So whatcha watching?” he asks.

“I’m watching some college basketball. Wanna join me?” 

“Sure just hope the smell doesn’t ruin the game for ya”

Before I can ask what he means, Anders cocks his right leg, closes an eye, and grunts.

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My jaw drops as Anders rips a trumpeting, 5 second fart, not even ten feet away from me. With a cocky grin, Anders fans the air behind his ass. “Shoo-wee, count yourself lucky that that wasn’t aimed your way.”

All I can do is nod and Anders takes a seat, next to me, on the couch. Anders looks at me with a frown. “Uh-oh it feels like that fart has a big brother and he’s on his way.” Anders then smirks, “But don’t worry I’m sure this couch cushion will soak this puppy right up.” Anders grits his teeth and starts straining.

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A 15 second, bubbly fart comes roaring out of Anders’ ass. It has the whole couch rumbling. What I wouldn’t give for Anders to leave the room so I could smell that farted-on cushion. Where did this cocky and gassy Anders come from?  

Before the game starts Anders says, “Ya know what? Instead of watching the game, let’s watch that new sci-fi thriller movie that dropped on Interflix.” Anders suggests making me frown.

“Anders you can stream that anytime. The game’s about to start.” I say.

“Yeah but I wanna get to know ya better and I ain’t into sports. And since we gettin’ to know each other, ya should know Imma gassy bastard. Speakin of…” Anders leans away from me, cocks his leg up, and aims his ass my way.

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Anders rips a 6 second fart at me. I’m instantly enveloped in a cloud of Anders’ fumes. It stinks of digested meat and spices. It has me gagging.

While laughing, Anders wafts his ass gas my way. “Haha, ah, hava smella that” with me distracted, Anders grabs the remote and pulls up Interflix. He finds the movie and starts it. So overwhelmed, I don’t object. I just place a couch pillow on my lap to hide my boner. 

5 minutes into the movie, Anders gets up while keeping a hand on the arm of the couch. He bends over at the waist and points his fat butt at my face.

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I receive an eggy, 5 second fart, right to the face; making me gag. 

“Sorry about that bud, it sorta slipped out.” he apologizes, not sounding sorry at all.

“I’ll be back, I just need to drain the dragon. Don’t change the tv back to the game or you’ll upset me and my butt.” Anders jokingly warns. But to show he’s kind of serious, he rips a poot with every step as he leaves.

While he’s gone I want to change the channel to see if he’ll fart on me but it’s too risky. What if he finds out I’m into him farting on me?

Anders returns a few minutes later and looks bummed that the movie’s still paused. Anders goes to sit back down, but at the last second he thrusts his meaty ass in my face and farts again. I cringe and my boner throbs under the pillow as I get another nose-full of Anders’ innard fumes. Anders gives me a wink before playing the movie.

 All through the movie Anders keeps farting. He’s mostly farting my way and wafting his butt vapors towards my face.

During the halfpoint of the movie, where the main love interests are getting to know each other, Anders slides up closer to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders, gaining my attention. I find Anders smiling at me.

“Ya know Paul I’ve noticed when it comes to cash you’re far better off than me”

“I-I guess” I reply.

His smile grows bigger. “Well I'm hoping you might buy your bud some things that he never had on the farm. Love to hava laptop and a game console or two in my room.”

My eyes widen at this. “I don't know Anders, that sounds pretty pricey.”

“Oh come on Paul.” Anders shifts over and I feel his pillowy butt sitting on my right thigh.

“I’d really… NGH” 

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“Really… FGH” 

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“Appreciate it… UGH” 

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Anders rips a barrage of rumbling farts on my leg. I feel his powerful farts rattle me to my bones. He sighs as he rubs his ass against my leg, grinding his butt stink in.

I dumbly nod, his fart cloud has me completely complacent “Uh sure.” I pull out my phone and we start looking for Anders’ wants. My bank account is out 3 thousand dollars in the next 15 minutes and we get back into the movie.

When the movie ends, Anders stands up, swivels his hips, and juts his bubbly rump in my face. “That was a good movie. I give it… NGH”

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“Ah, out of five, hahaha.”

Anders rips 4 strong farts, point-blank in my face. Each, with enough power to blow my hair back.

Anders' farts and attitude are too much for me. I feel like I might shoot a load in my pants so I make my escape.

“We should do this again sometime Anders but I really need to do my laundry. I’ll catch you later.”

Anders gives me a sly and unreadable grin. “Alright, if ya need me I’ll be in here, farting around.” Anders taunts as he cocks his leg and lets out several airy poots.

I nervously laugh and then try not to sprint out of the room. In my bedroom I get my dirty clothes ready to take down to the washers and dryers we have in the basement.

Suddenly, Anders barges into my room with a basket full of clothes, but more importantly he’s bare-ass naked. I can’t help but glance down at his thick cock and bull balls, swinging between his hairy legs. 

Anders pours his basket of clothes onto my floor. “Ay Paul, since you're washing, be a bud and wash Big Andy’s stuff too. My shit reeks.”

Anders frowns as he picks up a garment on top of his pile of dirty clothes. It’s a crusty, old, dirty-looking jockstrap. 

“Damn I keep forgetting to throw this nasty thing away.” Anders comments. He then smiles at me. “Paul be a pal and throw this away while you’re washing my stuff. Oh wait, I've got one last use for this.”

I’ve got my own basket of clothes held in front of my crotch to hide my boner thanks to Anders being naked, but his next action makes me shamefully shoot a load in my pants.

Anders shoves the jockstrap in between his globes and starts wiping his ass. After a few seconds of this, he stops and scrunches up his face.

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Anders rips a slew of beefy farts on the trapped jockstrap. He sighs in content as he pulls it out of his ass.” Ah, there, took care of my ass sweat and saved you from me butt nuking your room. Now you can toss ‘em.” He says as he throws them on his pile of dirty clothes on my floor.

Anders turns around and walks out, calling a ‘thanks man’ over his shoulder. I’m too enraptured by the sight of Anders’ fuzzy, fat cheeks jiggling as he walks, to reply.

When I hear the sound of Anders’ door slamming shut I dash forward and grab his dingy jockstrap. I bring it to my face and breathe in deep. The smell of his manly musk and rancid farts fills my lungs. I'm in love with the eye-watering, vomit-inducing stench.

Instead of throwing the jockstrap away, I stuff it under my pillow. I’m never going to wash this.

I gather up Anders’ dirty clothes with my own and head to the basement.

I’m back in our apartment an hour and a half later. I knock on Anders’ door and he tells me to ‘come in’. I enter his room and find Anders on his phone while lying on his stomach, on his bed. All he’s wearing is a pair of black underwear that’s working overtime to contain his pumpkin-sized butt-mounds.

“Sit it here on the bed, next to me.” Anders orders without looking up from his phone. 

As I place his washed clothes next to him, Anders twist his hips and… Pptttshshshsh. Anders rips a wet poot, point-blank in my face.

Anders smirks at me. “That’s my butt thankin’ ya too.”

I chuckle and discreetly try to hide my boner as I leave his room. I return to my own room and jerk-off so many times in the next hour that it’s not even funny.

Several hours later, Tim returns from work and catches wind of the new Anders, quite literally. Tim’s silent as he walks up behind Anders, in the living-room, and the new Anders who farts anytime, anywhere, does just that.

I step in the living-room just in time to see Tim get blasted with a greasy, tuba-sounding fart from Anders. Tim turns pale and goes into a coughing fit. I feel both pity and jealousy for Tim.

A few minutes later we’re all sitting on the couch with Tim in the middle. I describe to Tim the new, outgoing, and gassy Anders. I make sure to exclude the part of me buying Anders thousands of dollars worth of electronics.

Tim smiles at Anders. “Well Anders it’s nice to meet the real you. From the smell always coming from your room I suspected you were a farty dude.” Tim gives me a side-eyed, triumphant look.

“Yeah something just happened last night and I decided to stop being embarrassed about being so gassy. Now I fart whenever I please and don’t give a damn.”

“So Anders, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but are you gay?” Tim asks straight up. I want to just strangle the idiot.

Anders is quiet for a moment before nodding. “Yeah I am. It’s the main reason why I came to the big city. It’s more accepted here than in my rural hometown. I hope you two are cool with that?”

Tim claps him on the back. “Of course man, if you didn't know, Paul here is gay too.” I elbow Tim, not wanting him to reveal too much. 

I try to get Tim to talk about his day but he won’t stay off of Anders. “You know Anders it’s a good thing you fart a lot. Maybe you‘ll give me a challenge.” Tim leans towards me and aims his butt crack at Anders.

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Tim rips 3 sizable poots on Anders. Anders smiles, seemingly unfazed. “That was cute but why don’t I give ya a taste of how outmatched ya are. In fact why don’t I give ya both a taste.”

Anders quickly shifts around, leaning back against the arm of the couch. He then lifts both of his big, meaty legs and tosses one onto the back of the couch. He stretches out his other leg and drops it on me and Tim’s lap, trapping us on the couch. Anders punctuates his every next word with a thrust of his crotch and a fart on us.

“Can” PPPPPPHHHHHHBBBBBRRRRRRR

“You” BBBBBBWWWWWWWAAAAAFFFFFF

“Smell” RRRRRRRMMMMMMBBBBBTTTTTTT

“What” FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUPPPPPP

“The” BBBBBBBGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRR

“King” PPPPPPPAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOBBBBBBB

“Is” FFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP

“Cookin’” RRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWAAAAAAATTTTTTTT

Anders pelts us with a plethora of big farts. Not only does he fart on us but the smell spreads, stinking up our entire apartment. The hellish stench of sulfur and digested meat is all Tim and I can breathe in and it has us coughing and gagging.

Anders laughs as he pulls his leg off of us, freeing us. Tim jumps up complaining. “Fuck that’s bad Anders. I’m gonna go hang out with that girl I’ve been seeing for the last couple of weeks.”

Just like that Tim leaves. Leaving me alone with Anders.

My nervousness must be palpable because Anders is smirking. Suddenly Anders’ hand shoots forward, grabbing the top of my head. Then he pulls my face down and towards him. Next thing I know my face is pressed against his shorts-covered taint. I feel his bull-balls resting on my forehead, I feel the heat emanating from his asshole on my lips, and my chin is resting on the seat of the couch. 

“In case ya haven’t guessed yet, I love 90’s wrestling and farting in dudes’ faces. And that’s the bottom line cause Big Andy said so … HGH”

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Anders vents two straight minutes of noxious ass wind, point-blank in my face. His fart is so powerful that it blows my hair back throughout its entire runtime. For the rest of the day, my face is on the receiving end of Anders’ farts.

Over the next week, me and Anders do a 180. Now I’m the one hiding in my room or avoiding coming home, just to keep away from him. The new Anders loves to tease me with his farts and manipulated me into spending thousands of dollars on him. I need to distance myself from him.

It’s been a full week since that day and I’ve successfully avoided Anders. Today we’re both off so after I take a shower I'm going to head out and hang out at my friend’s place.

As I start to shower I fail to hear someone open and then lock the bathroom door ,but I jump as the glass shower door slides open. A completely naked Anders nonchalantly walks into the shower. I can’t help but ogle his thick hardening cock and big balls as he steps inside.

“GET OUT ANDERS!” I yell at him, angling my body away from him.

“What? Showering together like this is better for the environment.”

“Anders, this isn’t funny” I implore him with pleading eyes, trying my best to not look below his waist.

“Why so nervous?” Anders starts as he turns around. I gulp as Anders' fat, glistening, meaty globes are put on full display. “I’m just gonna fart.” He finishes with a lopsided grin.

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Anders rips a 6 second fart, ironically showering me with his butt stink in the shower. It stinks of raw sewage and onions, and the water and steam from the shower is amplifying the stench. 

He isn’t done yet. Anders starts backing up, backing me into the corner of the shower. He stops when his thick cakes are only a few feet away from my midsection. Anders leans forward and arches his back, pushing out his ass, accentuating the immense size of it.

“You’ve been dodging us all week Paul. Me and especially my ass are not pleased about that… GGH”

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“Word of advice Paul, never get on the bad side of my ass because, well this’ll happen to ya… FGH”

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“Damn fart-jumpin ya in the shower is going to become the new norm. This is great… GHH”

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“In here ya can’t escape, ya just gotta endure what my butt-bombin booty’s gonna drop on ya… NGH”

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Anders takes a peek back at me, over his shoulder. He grins as he finds me jerking my cock.

Anders stops me by pulling my hand away from my cock. He then brings the back of my hand to his butt crack and poots on it. I can’t tell if that’s a punishment or a reward.

“You’ll have plenty of time for that later Paully. Right now I’ve got to pause dropping farts on ya to drop a truth on ya. But Imma give you a good view as I talk.” Anders turns around and shoves me down hard by the shoulders, forcing me to my knees. He then turns around again and I’m face to face with his wet, voluptuous ass. 

Anders inches backward, pressing his pillowy rump against my face. He starts rubbing his ass from left to right, and up and down, all over my face as he gives his monologue.

“I must thank ya Paul. You’re the reason for the new, confident me, who loves to share his butt fumes. Last week when you and Tim came back from a night of drinking, I was walking down the hall and I heard your confession. And Tim was right, you described me to a T.

Ya want someone with a big ass? I have more cake than ya can handle.” Anders gives his big butt a slap, making his globes ripple. “Ya wanna guy who farts a lot? Man my ass doesn’t have an off switch.” Anders releases a string of poots right on my face. “And ya want someone who’s dominant? Well ya found ‘em. There’s nothing I love more than forcing guys to submit to my nasty, farting booty.” With one hand, Anders reaches back and spreads open his cheeks. With the other, he grabs the top of my head and pulls my face in between his fat ass-mounds. 

“Now you can start stroking yourself again Paul. Imma make you explode by igniting a few explosions off my own… NGGH” 

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Anders rips a barrage of massive, tuba-sounding farts up my nose. The raunchy stench of Anders’ butt musk is otherworldly. It takes me only a few strokes to shoot my load. The combination of Anders’ farts and me cumming has me blissfully passing out. 

I groan as I come to, opening my eyes. I’m in Anders’ room, lying on his bed. Anders is lying next to me, reading a paperback book. My eyes widen as I catch the cover of the book. I have this book on my kindle and jerk off to it several times a week. 

“Ya a fan of this ‘ere book too, huh?” Anders asks in his thick, buttery, southern accent. I glance up from the book to find Anders giving me bedroom eyes and a swoon-worthy smirk.

I subtly nod. “Yeah it’s one of my favorites.”

Fart King is about two best friends stranded in a cabin for a week. On the first day the main character loses a bet with his friend and is forced to be his fart-slave for the rest of the week. The book’s packed with pages and pages of the main character getting completely dominated by his best friend's farts. There are dozens of scenarios of his friend farting on him, his stuff, and even his food. By the end of the story they realize they love each other. They leave the cabin as boyfriends but in private they’re a fart-sniffing sub and a gassy dom.   

“This ‘ere book is why I came to the big city. This ‘ere farting dom is lookin’ for a cute fart-sniffing sub of his own ta ride off into the sunset with. Plenty more gay fellers around but they all run away in disgust when I blast the fart canon. That is until now.”

Anders closes one eye and winces. After a few seconds of silence, Anders sighs in relief. It only takes a few moments for Anders’ sbd to make itself known. The smell of sulfur and spoiled milk fills the room.

“Ah, last week was a test and ya passed with flyin’ colors. First I showed ya how gassy I really am and you didn’t run away. Then I made ya splurge on me, and still you didn’t run away. Hell I even made you do my laundry and you still came back. However, ya did avoid me for a week after all that. But it was outta fear not disgust.

But ya don’t need to be afraid, Paul. If things go the way I hope and ya say yes ta what I’m about ta ask, then I believe we’ll both be gettin’ a happily-ever-after.”

Anders takes a deep breath and nods his head towards his book. “Paul I wanna make this ‘ere book, my reality. I want ya to be both my boyfriend and my fart-sniffing sub. And I promise that me and my butt’ll do whatever it takes ta make ya happy. Everyday your lungs will take in more of my ass gas than fresh air. And if anyone so much as looks at ya wrong, ya tell big Andy and he’ll butt bomb their eyebrows off. What do ya say Paul? Will ya be Big Andy’s boyfriend and fart-sniffing sub?” he asks hopefully.

To anyone else, this would sound disgusting but to me it’s beautiful. I nod my head. “Oh yes I want to be completely yours Big Andy.” I cry, making Andy grin like a maniac.

Andy pulls me into a world-stopping, toe-curling, open-mouthed kiss. He’s practically fucking my mouth with his tongue, and I love it. We’re both panting as he pulls away.

“Good answer but we ain’t finished. I need some more lip-on-lip action. And lucky you get to kiss me on both ends.”

With an impish smirk, Andy rolls on top of me and straddles me. He then turns around and lords his bare, meaty globes above my face. He reaches back and spreads open his cheeks, exposing his pucker surrounded by a forest of hair. 

His big butt appears to grow bigger as it slowly descends onto my face. In almost slow motion, I feel my face being consumed by Andy’s ass. His doughy cheeks poor over the sides of my face, completely entombing my head in his immense ass.  

“If ya thought my last kiss was good, this one’s gonna knock the socks off the inner fart-sub in ya… UGH”

I feel Andy’s butthole open and press out against my lips.

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Andy vents a mammoth fart into my open mouth, inflating my cheeks like balloons. The taste of his atrocious, acidic fumes covers my tongue and the back of my throat.  

I get a bit nervous when Andy doesn’t get off my face right away so I start to struggle.

“What’s goin’ on down there? I hope you didn’t think I was done? My butt has plenty more kisses ta blow ta my new fart-sniffer. Just keep enjoyin’ our romantic kissin’ session under my full moons. Hahaha.”

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I spend the next several hours under my new boyfriend’s ass, getting farted on, until Tim returns home. Tim’s smug as hell for calling it. But a few butt bombs to the face from Andy fixes that.

After several months of dating, Anders decides to move me into his room, and we turn my old room into storage. After a year and a half together, Anders and I decide to get our own place. But before leaving we persuaded two friends into moving in with Tim. Well Anders more like forces them. 

We went to visit them at their apartment a few times, and everytime Anders would slip out and silently crop dust the entire apartment. Let me tell you from experience, Anders’ farts have some serious, staying power. They couldn’t find the source of the stench or get rid of it so they decided to move in with Tim. 

Last I heard about the building, it was being condemned. Apparently Anders went a little overboard and his butt stink spread throughout the building and wouldn’t go away. Anders loves to tease me by bragging about how he made an entire building uninhabitable with his farts.

We’ve just moved into our new, bigger apartment, only a few minutes drive away from our old one. After tipping the movers downstairs, I head back up to our new apartment.

When I step inside I find Anders standing in the middle of the room with his leg cocked.

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I’m hard and astonished as Anders rips a thunderous fart that lasts for 6 minutes straight. As his fart comes to a sputtering end, I notice the air in our apartment has a slightly green hue to it. The unholy stench has my eyes and lungs burning and I love it. 

“Jeez Andy, we just moved in, no need to tick off our new neighbors with your farts already. Can you dial down the noise and smell of your butt rockets, at least for the first few months, please?” I beg Andy.

Andy shrugs, “You’re a little too late. While ya were gone a new neighbor of ours came to complain about my gas. I set him straight and on his way with a faceful of my ass gas.” he finishes with a cheeky smirk.

I stare at him, horrified. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

Andy shrugs again, still smirking. “Who knows, but what I do know is that I feel another big one coming, and I’m nuking your face with it.” Next thing I know, Andy’s picking me up and laying me out on our new couch. Andy then climbs onto the couch and squats over me with his feet planted on either side of my shoulders and his big ass hovering only a few inches above my face. 

Andy quickly pulls down his shorts freeing his bouncing, bubbly globes. Before I can react, Andy spreads open his crack and sits down, trapping my face in between his meaty cheeks. I feel Andy’s sweaty, winking pucker, kissing the tip of my nose.

From above I hear, “Even with your face in the way, I’m sure this whole floor’s going ta hear this fart. Good, ya and our bitchy new neighbors who come to complain need to learn that Big Andy’s in charge and ‘ere’s why… UGH”

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