Smell Of The Nice List

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”

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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. 

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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”

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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”

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“Ah, Trevor, you were being very naughty. You deserve another nose-full of punishment… FGH”

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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”

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“Try and breath”

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“Keep on fighting”

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“It won’t do you any good”

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“My asshole owns you… NGH” 

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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…

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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.”

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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.

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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 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.

FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMDDDDDDD

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”

PPPPPPWWWWWWWLLLLLLRRRRRRRR

FFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTDDDDDDD

MMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBWWWWWTTTTTTT

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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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 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 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.

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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.

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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”

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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”

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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…

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“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. 

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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”

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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”

FFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLMMMMMMMM

“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”

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRR-LLLLLLLLAAAAAAAA-MMMMMPPPPPPPPP

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.

GRGRGRGRRGRGRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP

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”

FFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLWWWWWWWPPPPPPP

BBBBBBBVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM

Mason starts stroking himself faster.

“Oh yeah, smell me. Smell who owns you! Smell my dominance!... HGH”

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAABBBBBBBB

DDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM

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”

MMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP

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!”

BBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFF-OOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP-RRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

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.

BBBFFFFFWWWWTTTTT

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.

RRRRRFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHPPPPPP

"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 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”

RRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP

“This is for me, for making me do all the work of luring you here so I can Skunk you out… FGH”

FFFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBB

“And this is for my Stevie-boy, for screwing over someone who’s clearly out of your league… GGH”

PPPPPPPPMMMMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTT

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.

MMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT

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.

RRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLBBBBBBBBBB

Finally, everything goes dark for Nick as Stefano thrusts his beefy ass into Nick’s face.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVVVVV-OOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP

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.

PPPPPPFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHDDDDDDDD

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” 

BBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPP

“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”

RRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDD

“Uh-oh I feel a big one coming. Buckle up fart-sniffer, this butt bomb’s going to be a doozy… NGH”

FFFFFFFFFFKKKKKKKKKKKK-LLLLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMM-UUUUUUUUUUBBBBBBBBBB

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. 

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDTTTTTTTTTT

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”

RRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM

“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. 

PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFF

“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.

FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

“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.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD

“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”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAA-BBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTT-UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR

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.

FFFFFPPPPPRRRRRRMMMMMM

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.”

PPPPWWOOOTTTTT

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.”

BBBBBWWWWWWLLLLLTTTTTT

“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”

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT

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”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBRRRRRRR

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”

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

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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