Smell Of Techniques

Smell of techniques

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scott closes one eye and grunts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please” I practically beg. 

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

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

“Up… GGH” BBBBBBBBWWWWWWWHHHHHTTTTTTT

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

“Up… HGH” MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRDDDDDDPPPPPPP

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

“And away… NGGH”

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

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

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

It takes a few seconds for my coughing to subside. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn, this is embarrassing.” I mutter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The jock goes pale.

“Shit, uh, hey Skunk.”

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

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

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

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

Skunk closes his eyes and grits his teeth. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For the first time, he looks serious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Skunk grits his teeth and starts grunting and straining. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Big whiffs dollface, smell my apology… HGGH”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hear Skunk's guts gurgling above me.

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

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

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Smell of the debt collector: part 1

MONDAY

I step into my apartment and sigh; it’s been another long day. It’s already hard enough running a computer repair business, but only a few days ago, my ex-fiance ran off. And he took all the money in our joint bank account. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Nick’s been jobless for nearly a year and has a gambling problem. I never left him because we’ve been together for 8 years and he was my first ever boyfriend. 

I’m startled as I turn on the light and find a muscular Italian man, who’s built like a superhero, sitting on my couch. He’s wearing a tight pair of bluejeans, a white wife beater that’s a size-to-small, and some sunglasses. 

“Who the fuck are you? Get the hell out of my apartment!” I bark at him.

He fucking smirks. “Sup, the name’s Stefano Rossi.” 

His words make me go pale. The Rossi family is a crime family that controls the entire city. 

“W-what do you want?” I ask, scared shitless.

“Well Stevie-boy, I’m a debt collector and your fiance Nick owes us a lot of money. It’s time to pay up and he suddenly vanishes. Unfortunately for you, since you two are practically married, his debt falls to you.”

I’m shocked and crushed by this. How could Nick do this to me?

“How much does he owe you?” I ask, softly.

“150” he bluntly states, flooring me.

“150,000 dollars!” I exclaim.

He nods, still smirking. “How about you pay me and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“I-I don’t have that kind of money” I nervously confess.

He gives me a fake pout. “Ah damn, well it looks like I need to teach you a lesson.” Stefano says as he stands up, “Sorry dude but you're about to be Skunked. It’s what I do to people who don’t pay us our money.” The mountain-of-a-man growls as he lumbers up to me. 

I’m trapped with my back against the wall. This debt collector doesn’t stop until he’s within a foot of me. 

“What do you mean by being ‘Skunked’?” I ask.

Stefano smirks like the cat who caught the canary. “Why tell you when you can experience it.” 

He turns around and I gasp. Stefano shows that he has an insanely fat, bubble butt. Each of his ass cheeks are bigger than my head. 

His jean-clad, ample globes jiggle from his laughter at my gasp. “Heh, I know right? I got a big dump truck. Anywho, I hope you’re ready? Prepared to get skunked.”

Stefano leans forward, arches his back, and pushes his ass out towards me, accentuating the size of his bubble butt. I hear him take a deep breath and then…

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I’m shocked, he just ripped a huge, chainsaw-sounding fart.  I’m both horrified and turned on. I have a secret farting kink, but it’s coming from a criminal who wants money that I don’t have.

I gag as the smell of rotten eggs and garlic fills my nose. With his ass still facing me, Stefano looks back with a smirk. “Congrats Stevie-boy you’ve just been Skunked. Get used to it. Until you pay us our money you’re going to be getting Skunked a lot… RGH”

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He showers me with another atrocious-smelling fart. The stench is sickening; I cover my mouth and nose with the collar of my shirt. It barely helps.

Stefano chuckles, “Oh, you think that’ll help. Well let me just fix that.” He backs up and presses his meaty rump against my midsection.

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He farts again and this time it seeps through my shirt and rises up to my nose. I yank down that collar of my shirt, coughing on his eggy butt fumes.

The stench is so overbearing that I can’t keep myself up. I slide down until I’m seated on the floor and my back’s laying against the wall.

With watery eyes, I realize that I’ve just put myself face-to-face with Stefano's toxic ass. 

Stefano sways his hips slowly, making his gourd-sized mounds wobble in my face.

“Know this Stevie-boy: I’ll be Skunking you everyday until you pay what you owe. And if you don’t pay-up by the end of the month, well let's just say you don’t have to worry about your debt or anything else ever again.” 

I choke on my own spit, completely understanding his murderous threat.

“See you tomorrow Stevie-boy and hopefully with our money. Until then, back in you go buddy. Time to really Skunk you out.”

Stefano thrust his ass back, smothering my face with his huge, pillowy globes. With the wall behind me, I can’t escape. I hear him straining, then…

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A minute and a half long of butt stink erupts out of Stefano’s ass, point-blank into my face. It reeks of rotten eggs and raw sewage. As it comes to a sputtering end, I thankfully pass-out. It’s over at least for today.

TUESDAY

I wake up the next morning and quickly jump into the shower because I smell awful. After three showers, I still stink of Stefano’s farts but it’s not as noticeable.

I head to my business and work alongside my only employee, Travis, a kid who just graduated from high-school.

Working on computers has always been a passion of mine. It helps relieve me of stress and that’s just what I need. 

What happened with Stefano last night was frightening. I can’t get the Skunking ordeal outta my head. I had a semi last night but I was far more scared during our encounter. Will he be in my apartment again when I get home? How will I scrape up that kinda money?

It's 9pm so I close up the shop. Travis is already gone as I lock up. I head for my car, parked out back. I come to a stop as I find a black Cadillac, with tinted windows, double parked behind my car, trapping me. The driver side window rolls down revealing a shades-wearing, impishly grinning Stefano.

“Get in, we’re going for a drive.” He commands. My face sours, but I do what he says. Telling a higher-up in a crime-syndicate ‘no’ can only end badly.

As soon as I’m in the passenger’s seat he drives off like a bat out of hell. 

“Where’s my money?” he asks as we race down the road.

“I don’t have it yet. I-I’m trying to scrounge it up though.” I explain, scared as hell as we speed through the streets. We just passed a cop car but it didn’t care.

“Since you’ve got nothing for me, I’ve got plenty for you” With that, he leans away from me, aiming his toxic asscrack my way. 

“Please” but my voice is drowned out by...

FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMDDDDDDDD

His hellish butt fumes quickly fill up the interior of the car. The stench of digested meat and onions has me retching. 

“If you even think of puking in my car, I’ll drag you into the nearest precinct, and take a shit down your throat, suffocating you in front of all those cops. Then I’ll leave, and have them deal with your body.” He threatens.

“Now, enough pussy-footing around. Time for you to get Skunked.” He says as he power-locks the doors and windows. He keeps his butt aimed at me while still driving like a mad man.

DDDDWWWWMMMMMBBBB “Ah, that felt good” RRRRHHHHHHDDDDDTTTTT “Oh, that one burned coming out” FFFFFLLLLLLUUUUUUPPPPP  “Ha, look at you trying for the windows when I just locked em” PPPPWWWWWMMMMBBBB “Nope, no fresh air for you” BBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAMMMMM “Fresh air is only for people who don’t owe the Rossi family money” MMMMMMFFFFFFRRRRRRPPPPP “Until your debt is clear, keep choking on my Skunk fumes… NGH”

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For 20 minutes, Stefano keeps driving us around, farting nonstop. The car is filled to the brim with his potent and putrid butt stink. It has me coughing, gagging, and my eyes watering. It’s a living hell.

Finally we return back to my shop, and Stefano unlocks the doors. I rip open my door and fall onto my hands and knees, on the pavement, dry-heaving.

I don’t realize that Stefano’s left his car until I see a pair of shoes, facing the opposite way of me. I look up and find his thick butt-slabs right in my face.

“I’ll be visiting you at work tomorrow. So you better have my money or I’ll be Skunking you and your business.” he then cocks his right leg and…

PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDBBBBBBBBBBBBB

Stefano rips a minute long fart, point-blank in my face that has enough power to blow my hair back. The stench of raw sewage and rotten fish has me retching on the ground. It takes me five minutes to pull myself together and to notice that Stefano’s gone.  

I get into my car feeling miserable and pretty pathetic because of my hard-on.

WEDNESDAY

All last night and this morning I’ve been psyching myself up. Stefano lied. He isn’t really going to show up here in my computer repair shop. He’s just going to jump me after work and torture me once again with his farts. I’m sure of it.

I’m proven wrong around lunch.

I’m in the back working on a laptop when I hear a commotion coming up front. It’s Travis raising his voice at someone.

“Hey, don’t lock the door! Hey, don't turn our ‘OPEN’ sign off! HEY GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”

I run to the front and nearly piss myself. He’s here. Stefano has Travis shoved in the corner. I can barely see him because Stefano’s massive body is blocking him.

Stefano has his back pressed against Travis’ front, keeping him pinned in the corner. And from what I can tell his ass is pressed against Travis’ crotch.

When I run out, Stefano gives me a lopsided grin. “Stevie-boy, this kid’s a really shitty employee. I’m gonna Skunk em…” He closes one eye and grunts.

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Stefano releases a series of huge farts on Travis. Travis is coughing and gagging and uselessly smacking Stefano’s massive back. Stefano’s laughing and ohing and ahing after every fart. Even though he’s farting on Travis, his skunkish vapors escape, filling the entire shop with his stink.

I make my way to him, with my arms outstretched in a placating manner. “Please Mr. Rossi, let him go. I’m the one who owes you the money.” I plead.

When I’m close enough, Stefano’s grin broadens into a wolfish one. He grabs me by the arm as he steps forward. He then shoves me into Travis, with my back pressed against his front. Then Stefano steps back, now pinning his ass against my crotch, trapping us both in the corner. Stefano grinds his bubble butt against me some, making me hard. He snickers, feeling this, making me mortified.

“I don’t care how much you beg, until you pay me my money, I’ll fart on everyone you know and everything you own. GET SKUNKED BITCHES!... GGH”

Stefano accompanies every one of his next words with a fart on my crotch.

“PAY” FFFFFRRRRRRWWWWWWPPPPP

“WHAT” BBBBBBHHHHHHHAAAAATTTTT

“YOU” PPPPPPPWWWWWWOOOOOBBBBBB

“OWE” RRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUU-TTTTTTTTTDDDDDDDD

Stefano rips another series of big farts, covering Travis and I in his skunky fumes. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. The rumbling and heat from him farting on my crotch is amazing.

Stefano spins around, and grabs me and Travis, stands us side-by-side, and shoves us both to our knees.

He then points in my face, “Now you better have my money by tomorrow.”

He then points in Travis’ face, “And this’ll teach you not to raise your voice at a Rossi.”

He then turns around, bends over at the waist, pushing his bubbly posterior out, into Travis’ face. He takes a deep breath before he starts grunting and straining. 

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A minute long, monstrous fart erupts out of Stefano’s ass with enough power to blow back Travis’ hair. Halfway through, he swivels his hips and continues releasing this single massive fart in my face; my hair’s now being blown back. It stinks of rotten fish and broccoli, and puts me and Travis in a coughing fit.

Stefano sighs in relief as he wafts his Skunky wind towards our faces. “Ah, you two have been thoroughly Skunked.” he states proudly. 

Still on our knees we watch him leave. In a power move he slowly takes one step at a time, with every step he rips a big fart, filling up my store with more of his Skunky fumes.

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Finally Stefano’s gone, but he leaves the place smelling like a toxic wasteland. After a few moments Travis and I stand up. I glance at Travis and see that his face is red, his nose is flaring, and he has an obvious boner. I don’t call attention to it.

I tell Travis that we’ll be closed for the next few days. Hopefully, after time, Stefano’s butt stench will be gone, but I have my doubts. I also pay Travis to buy some new clothes and throw out the ones he’s wearing. After getting Skunked so much I’ve learned that the smell never leaves.

THURSDAY

I’m on the firescape outside of my apartment. I’m sitting in a folding chair with the back of my head resting against the window seal. I’m drinking a beer and thinking of how to wrangle up 150k.

For a second, I think I hear my front-door opening, but it’s followed by silence, so I brush it off. 

I’m proven that I heard correctly when I feel something big and bulbous pushing against the back of my head. I don’t need to look back to confirm that Stefano Rossi is sitting on the window seal with his ass pressing against the back of my head.

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Stefano rips a trumpeting fart on the back of my head, laying an eggy fart cloud on me. 

“Ah, a beautiful day to get Skunked isn’t it Stevie-boy? Unless you’ve got my money.” Stefano comments jovially. 

“I don’t have it yet.” I reply quietly, not pulling my head away from this debt collector's noxious rump.

For a response, I feel his meaty glutes flex and then…

MMMMMBBBBBBBVVVVVVVPPPPPP

I wince from feeling the heat of his fart venting against my hair. The stench of rotten fish and garlic reaches my nose, making me gag.

This is my second beer so I’m feeling a little tipsy. I don’t know if it’s because of that or something else, but while Stefano’s Skunking the back of my head, I try to talk with him.

“So, uh have you always been this gassy?” I ask.

Stefano stills for a moment and then farts. PPPFFFTTTT

“Yeah as long as I can remember, I’ve been gassy and loved Skunking people” FFFKKKKBBBBB “I love forcing people to huff up my nasty butt bombs” RRRHHHHPPPP “When I was younger I loved Skunking up my little brother” PPPPDDDDMMMM “What am I saying? I still Skunk him up today” BBBBLLLLPPPPP “But when I was younger I’d Skunk him for hours and keep Skunking him until he promised not to snitch on me” MMMMMAAAAFFFFF

I chuckle at his brotherly antics and Stefano laughs too before continuing.

“And from middle school to high school I was the school bully you avoided at all costs” FFFGGGGBBBBB “I’d fart on nerds, jocks, the popular kids, hell even teachers weren’t safe” HHHFFFDDDDD “I remember one time my math teacher in highschool gave me detention” BBBBDDDDDTTTTT “ It was just me and him and as soon as I sat down, I just kept farting again and again and again” BBBBBBAAAAAVVVVV “It got too much for him and he tried to escape the room” BBBBBOOOOODDDDD “I couldn’t have that so I grabbed him from behind and threw him to the floor” RRRRRWWWWMMMM “I then sat on his face and Skunked up his nose for the rest of detention” TTTTWWWWWDDDDD “Once I was done, not only did he apologize but for the rest of my high school career, he paid me a grand a month” BBBBBGGGGGRRRR “Hehe, It was for insurance to ensure that I never Skunked him up again” MMMMWWWWWPPPPP “And now I work for my family. Skunking up people who owe us money or people trying to cause us trouble” RRRRMMMM-WWWWWBBBBBB-GGGGGLLLLLLLAAAAATTTTT

“Now it’s my turn. How come you were with a loser like Nick?” 

Even though I’m answering his question, Stefano still keeps farting on the back of my head. 

“He was my first ever boyfriend” PPPPPGGGGGLLLLBBBB “We’ve been together for nearly a decade” DDDDDBBBBBHHHHHMMMM “I thought he loved me” GGGGGPPPPPLLLLLLRRRRRR “But apparently I was wrong since he stole all my money and left me here to die for his addiction” FFFFFFUUUUUUWWWWWPPPPPPP

Admitting that, kills the cheerful atmosphere we had going. 

“Look, I’ve tried, but I know I can’t whip up that kinda money. I know that you’re gonna have to… deal with me. But when I’m gone you’re gonna be done right? You’re not gonna start hassling my sister or mother who live in other states?” I question, nervously.

Stefano’s quiet for a few seconds, and then replies with, “No”

I take a deep breath of relief, which is a big mistake since the entire fire escape is dominated by Stefano’s skunky fart cloud. My lungs fill up with his lingering gas, making me cough.

“Well you’re no more fun to talk to. I think I’ll finish Skunking you while you can’t speak.” Stefano grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me in through the window. He slings me over his shoulder and carries me through my apartment. My face is dangling right in front of his bubble butt so he makes sure to poot in my face, every couple of steps. 

When we reach my bedroom, Stefano tosses me into the bed. Then he rearranges me so that I’m lying on my back, with my head hanging off the end of the bed. Stefano turns around, and then pulls his pants and underwear down to the middle of his muscular thighs. I gasp at the sight of his bare, tan, fur-coated ass cheeks. They look muscular but have a hefty layer of fat covering them. 

Stefano reaches back and spreads his globes, revealing his winking asshole. “Hopefully this Skunking will improve your taste in men.”

I wanna say ‘It doesn’t matter since you’re gonna off me in a few weeks’ but Stefano sits down, burying my face in between his thick ass-mounds. 

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Stefano rips a chain of monstrous farts that last for a minute and a half, right up my nose. It stinks of methane and spices. He Skunks me unconscious.

Stefano Skunks me over the next few days but there’s a change. He doesn’t sit on my face, so we talk as he Skunks me.

I enjoy my talks with him, he has a cheeky sense of humor. If only he wasn’t ruining my life with his farts and planning to end me in the future because of my shitty ex. Well, I appreciate that Stefano doesn’t call attention to my constant boner as he Skunks me. 

On Monday morning I reopen my shop. Travis and I are surprised that Stefano’s skunky stench is completely gone from the shop. And we are also surprised by the immense amount of customers that we get during the day. A customer tells us that most of the computer repair places around town were broken into last night and trashed. And not only that, they all smell like a sewer pipe busted in them. I instantly now Stefano Rossi is behind this, but why?

I’m surprised once again by the end of the day when I’m getting into bed. Stefano hasn’t Skunked me at all today. I haven’t even seen him. I won’t say it out loud, but I kinda miss him.

As of now, I haven't seen Stefano for a week.

SUNDAY

It’s Sunday morning, the shop’s closed for the day, and I’m returning to my place after running an errand. I’m immediately on edge after finding that my apartment door is slightly open.

I step inside and thankfully I’ve not been robbed. There’s also no sign of a gassy member of a crime family. And it’s no one’s business but my own if I’m disappointed by that fact.

I frown when from the bedroom, I hear a creak of a spring in my mattress. My eyes nearly pop out of my head at what I find in the bedroom.

Stefano’s lying on his stomach, on my bed, with his head resting on his crossed arms, facing away from me. But most importantly, he's completely naked. I can’t help but gawk at his naked, mountainous globes reaching over a foot above him, in the air. Stefano’s looking back at me with a lopsided grin.

“Where have you been?” I ask with my mouth feeling dry.

Stefano shrugs, “Been busy. Was doing things like paying off your debt. Oh excuse me, I need to let this out.” His glutes flex and then…

BBBBBFFFFFFLLLLLMMMMMM

Stefano rips a loud, eggy butt burp that quickly spreads throughout the room. It has my eyes watering but I focus on what Stefano just said.

“Wait, what? You paid my debt to your family. But why?” I ask.

“Well if you start catching feelings for a cute guy and want to ask him out, it’ll go better if he doesn’t owe your family a substantial amount of money.” he says with a cheeky grin.

“You’re gay?”

Stefano rolls his eyes. “Yes I’m gay. Get with the times. I can be gay and the muscle for a crime family too.” 

“It’s obvious that you trashed and Skunked up my competition’s stores. Why?” I ask, suspiciously.

His cheeky grin returns. “To get brownie points so you’ll more likely agree with dating me. It was just extra precaution since I’m pretty sure this’ll do it.” Stefano arches his back, sticking his mountainous globes further into the air.

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Stefano sighs in relief before looking back at me with a small frown. “Stevie-boy I always get what I want. So it’s decided: you’re now my boyfriend. Now get over here and bury your face in your boyfriend’s big ole booty. It’s time for you to get Skunked. And you better get used to it because you're gonna be getting Skunked a lot, everyday.” Stefano promises as he sways his hips, making his fat-padded cheeks wobble from left to right.

I have no chill as I launch myself onto the bed and lay between Stefano’s spread legs. I bring my face just above his titanic rump. I give each of his meaty globes a kiss making Stefano snicker. “Heh, worship my booty all you want, he’s still gonna Skunk you within an inch of your life.”

I moan before pressing my face into his inviting ass crack. I take a deep breath inhaling his lingering farts and manly ass musk, loving it. 

Stefano starts swiveling his hips, wiping his sweaty crack all over my face and pooting.

“Stevie-boy, I’ve never failed in collecting someone’s debt until you came along” POOT “I’ve Skunked plenty of hot, gay men but when I noticed it turned you on, I knew I was in trouble” POOT “All I could think about is making you mine and moving you into my place” POOT “Imaging after a long day of Skunking out my targets, to come home and Skunk out a hot guy who’s fucking gagging for it” POOT “And I assure you that I always have enough gas to do my job and then Skunk you good for the rest of the night” POOT “Heh, remind me to tell you how I Skunked an entire neighborhood in 15 minutes because they didn’t pay our extortion fees” POOT “Anyway, back to you, not only was I into you, I was livid” POOT “How could your ex put a cute guy like you in this situation, he’s ticked me off” POOT “I promise Stevie-boy I’ll find him, and when I do, fresh air will be a luxury he’ll never have again” POOT” Only my Skunk fumes will be filling his lungs… GHH”

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Stefano keeps blasting out one poot after another, covering my face in his ass sweat and fumes. It stinks of sulfur. It’s revolting and it has my eyes watering but I love it and his words. Until Stefano brings up my ex.

I pull my face away from his fat bum and glare up at him with teary eyes. “Stefano I’m enjoying this, please don’t ruin it by mentioning him.”

Looking back at me, over his shoulder, Stefano gives me a half smile. “Sorry, it just annoys me that you were with a loser like him.”

I smirk back, “Didn’t you tell me some time ago that I should have better taste in men. Am I doing any better with being with a thug like you?” I tease.

An impish grin forms on his lips. “Hold on there pretty boy, your ex was a loser and now you’re with someone worthy. And I ain’t no thug. I’m one of the heads of the most powerful crime family, on the west coast. Anything you want, it’s yours. Anyone gives you trouble or tries to hurt you, they are gone. Congratulations Stevie-boy, you’ve found your fairytale Prince Skunking.”

“But right now, it’s about what I want. And what I want is for you to sink” Stefano growls.

With that, Stefano grips the back of my head and shoves my face down into his ass. Stefano’s devilish grin over his hillside mounds, is the last thing I see before my face is swallowed up into his seemingly bottomless and sweaty ass crack. When my nose is touching his pucker I feel it open up and push out.

“You’re in for it now Stevie-boy. I’ve brewed up a massive butt bomb and your nose is in the direct line of fire. Ngh… Get Skunked handsome… UGH”

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Smell of the nice list

Warning: this story contains vore

This is also my longest story so far.

It’s Christmas morning and I wake up feeling depressed. I shouldn’t be because I’m staying in a beautiful, secluded, cabin in the mountains for the holidays. I should be here with my fiance,  but unfortunately I found him cheating on me, in our bed, a month ago, with a younger man. I guess, me turning 30 is too old for him even though he’s 37. I’m pretty sure this affair has been going on for a while because from what I’ve heard, they’ve already moved in together.

I should be spending Christmas with my mom and not alone, but I can’t handle the looks of pity.

I feel so pathetic. All my life I’ve tried to be a good man; being nice and helping anyone that I can. But I feel like everyone just walks all over me.

My late father taught me to be a kind person but maybe he was wrong, maybe that old saying is true: nice guys finish last.

I get up and head to the kitchen. Maybe eating a pint of ice cream in bed will make this Christmas bearable. 

I pause when I step into the kitchen. In the living-room, I spy a man standing in front of the Christmas tree with his back facing me. 

He’s black, with short black hair, and he’s wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweats. It’s obvious he works out because his t-shirt looks painted on. But what catches most of my attention is his insanely fat, bubble butt. It looks like his sweats can barely contain his thick cakes. Just one of his butt cheeks is as big as my head.

I stop thirsting for his ass and get my head back into the game. There’s an intruder here who’s either trying to rob or kill me. I need to get my phone and call the police. 

He hasn’t noticed me yet. I silently turn around so I can head back into my bedroom.

I go still as I find the man standing a few feet in front of me, with his back still to me. I whip my head back around and see that the guy’s magically vanished from in front of the tree.

I turn my head back forward just in time to see the man’s hand shoot back and grab the back of my neck. With a strong pull, I find myself bent over with my face heading straight for his bubble butt. 

Next thing I know, my face is being mashed against his firm-yet-fleshy ass. His pillowy cheeks mold around my face, completely smothering me.

I then hear his voice. “Trevor, you’ve been very good all year. You’ve earned this… NGH”

PPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWBBBBBBBRRRRRRRR

I'm met with a 6 second, explosive fart, right in my face. The stench of rotten eggs and onions immediately burns my nose. I should find this disgusting but in truth, I love it. I have a huge fart fetish that I’ve never told anyone. In my 30 years of living, this is the first time someone’s ever farted in my face.

I’m coughing as he straightens me up and turns around. Man, this guy’s handsome. He looks to be in his early thirties, about a half a foot taller than me, and shredded as hell.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him. I feel his hardness poking my lower stomach. This, combined with his fart to my face has me hard too.

The guy grimaces a bit before I see a lump traveling up his throat. With an impish grin, he leans his face in, bringing his lips right up to my nose.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS-UUUUURRRRPPPPP”

He belches his words right in my face. The stink of spoiled milk has my eyes watering and I love it.

“Did that smell bad, baby?” he asks cheekily.

The stranger’s endearment knocks some sense into me. I brush his arms off and take a few steps back.

“Who the hell are you? And how did you get in here?” I demand.

He looks a bit confused. “I’m not sure what I am but I was made by Santa and meant for you. The name's Nick Winters.” He introduces himself with a beaming smile.

“Trevor, all your life you’ve been a good person but no goodness has been returned to you; so Santa decided to intervene. That is why he made me. My mission is to fill your life with nothing but happiness. And I plan to do that with my body, magic, and never-ending tank of farts.” To demonstrate, Nick closes one eye and cocks his right leg.

PPPPWWWWWHHHHHFFFFFFF

A noxious, eggy stench taints the air around us. I try to ignore the throbbing in my boxers.

Damn that was hot. No wait, this guy’s crazy; I’m in danger.

“You’ll never be in danger anymore because I'm here, baby.”

I ignore the butterflies in my stomach from him calling me that again.

How’d he know what I was thinking?

“Because reading your mind helps me fulfill your every need and desire.” He answers my unspoken question.

I gasp, taking several steps back.

This time, before my very eyes, the guy suddenly vanishes. My back collides with a breathing brick wall. A burly set of arms wrap around me. I don’t struggle because I don’t feel in danger. 

Being in his arms feels right. 

I shiver as he grazes my earlobe with his lips and sensually whispers, “Mmm, no. You being in my arms feels perfect.”

Please, show me your magic. Please, turn me on. Please, fart on me again.

I feel Nick’s lips curl into a smile when he hears my thoughts.

Nick releases me out of his arms and takes a step away from me.

I gasp as I’m levitated off the ground. My body is turned around, facing a smirking Nick. I'm levitated higher until my head’s nearly touching the ceiling. 

Nick does a little gesture with his finger, making my body rotate 180 degrees, in the air. My feet are now nearly touching the ceiling. I’m now looking at Nick, upside down.

Nick turns around, showing that my head is on level with his ass. Nick’s melon-sized cheeks are within a foot of my face. 

Nick inches backwards, burying my face in his meaty rump. An invisible force is stopping my head from backing away. I feel his doughy mounds molding around my facial features.

I can’t see a thing but I hear Nick’s voice.

“Alright baby, time to give you a taste of what my magic and gas can do for ya.” FART “Trevor, with my magic I can literally do anything. And all I wanna do is make you happy.” FART “Nothing’s off limits.” FART “You want me to ruin someone? Just point them out and I’ll sit on their face and won’t stop farting until I put them in a coma.” FART “You want me to cause destruction? I’ll grow to the size of a kaiju and go from city-to-city, crushing them under my huge booty, and leaving them uninhabitable with my butt bombs. ” FART “You want me to end fresh air? I’ll teleport us to the top of the highest mountain. There, you can watch me stick my ass into the air and keep farting and farting until I cover the entire planet in a never-ending fart cloud. No one will be safe from my butt stink .” FART “Just ask for it and it’ll be done” FART “My mission is to make you happy for the rest of your life.” FART “And you should know, I never fail.” FART “ Congrats for being on the nice list, babe… NGH” FFFFFFAAAAARRRRRTTTTT

Nick keeps ripping one sulfuric fart after another right in my upside down face. His words and farting have me hard as hell. 

Please let this not be a dream.

Nick takes a step forward, freeing my face from his bubble butt. He then pulls down the back of his slacks. His thick, caramel cakes pour out and jiggle right in front of my face.

Nick reaches back with both hands and spreads his cheeks, revealing his pucker surrounded by a thatch of black, curly hair.

“This is no dream, Trevor, but I am sending you on a quick trip to dreamland. And when you wake up, you’ll experience a fantasy you’ve been having since you were 16.”

Before I can react, Nick steps back, consuming my face with his big ass. His brawny cheeks clamp down on the sides of my head, and I feel his pucker opening against the tip of my nose.

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT

A 35 second, hellish storm erupts out of Nick’s ass and right up my nose. The stench of raw sewage and man musk overwhelms me. My floating body spasms as I shoot in my boxers before passing out.

LATER

I groan as I come to. Nick immediately coming to mind. 

Please let him be real. 

I frown as I open my eyes, noticing I’m lying on some kinda huge, brown, warm surface. Whatever it is, it’s bigger than my entire bedroom and arches up for some reason. I stand up and my feet sink a bit into the spongy surface. 

I think I'm in the bedroom. But what am I standing on?

My jaw drops as I take in the room. Everything in the room looks so much bigger. I look down, realizing the pillowy floor I’m standing on is Nick’s butt cheek.

Holy shit! He shrunk me! I’m like an inch high!

The malleable floor beneath me starts to quake and I realize it’s because Nick is laughing.

I look over his long, expansive back and see his humongous face smiling back at me. 

“Haha, I know one of your biggest fantasies, Trevor. It involves you shrinking, and then your bully finding you and torturing you with their big ole booty. How about a little roleplay?”

Nick’s smile morphs into a nasty sneer. “You were always a little dweeb man but this is really pathetic. You were a clutz before but I bet you're even clumsier at this size. Let’s see. Earthquake!”

Nick starts to rock his ass from left to right, making me stumble. And it doesn’t help that the surface I’m standing on feels like a bouncy castle. After a few shakes, I fall face-first against his bare, meaty globe. When Nick feels this he gives a hard shift to the right. My minuscule body starts rolling, heading straight for his ass crack. 

I grunt as I’m hotdogged in the opening of his crack, face up.

“Ha, I was right, you are still clumsy. I guess I better keep you somewhere safe. And I know just the place, shrimp.”

Nick reaches back with both hands. He uses one hand to spread open his cheeks. With the other, he uses his giant index finger and presses down on my chest, submerging me deeper into his massive, cavernous ass. The inside of his cheeks are dark and musty, and slick with sweat. I’m also brushing against a forest of wet butt hairs that are as tall as me. 

My body is turned around during my descent, and I find my entire front pressed against Nick’s sweaty and wrinkled pucker, that at my current height, is as big as I am.

“There ya go shrimp, how do you like your safehouse? It’s safe and secure; there’s no way in, and more importantly no way out.” Nick taunts before flexing his brawny, mountainous mounds, putting the squeeze on me. I moan from both pleasure and discomfort.

I hear Nick’s deep, dark chuckle rumbling all around me. “Hey micro-loser, I wanna introduce you to someone very close to me.”

BBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

Nick’s pucker pulsates against me before blasting me with a huge fart.

“Oh yeah! I can tell the two of you are gonna be the best of friends… HGH”

RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHDDDDDDDD

“Ah, if you haven’t noticed yet, your new bf is quite the chatterbox… FGH”

PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMM

Aggressive churning sounds from Nick’s guts.

“Oh, what’s this? Sounds like my friend has something big to tell you… NGH”

PPPPPPPPWWWWWWOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFFF

Nick pelts my inch-high body with what feels like gallons of his noxious ass gas; he rips one thunderous fart after another on me. The last one is a massive one that lasts 25 seconds. 

The toxic stench of Nick’s digestive vapors overwhelms me and I find myself blacking out again. Before everything goes dark, I hear Nick’s dickish snickering. I know it’s all an act so I go out smiling.

LATER

I'm back to normal size when I wake up.

I’m in the living-room with Nick who’s still completely naked. The fireplace is going, a Christmas movie is playing on the tv, and I’m lying on the couch with Nick... in an interesting manner.

Nick’s lying on his front, head to the side, watching tv. I’m lying face-first, further down, and using his ample bubble butt as a pillow.

I sigh in contentment as I let my head rest against his pillowy slabs. I love Nick’s gassy games but I desire softer moments like this in a relationship.

I glace forward, catching Nick looking back at me, over his shoulder, with a genuine smile.

I feel like I’m in my perfect fairytale that can’t be true.

“It’s all true babe, but your Prince Charming is very gassy.”

I feel his cakes tense and then relax.

RRRBBBFFFTTTT

Nick farts, spraying my face with his skunky fumes.

“Ah, get a whiff of your happily-ever-after.”

I give his meaty cheek a kiss, showing my thanks.

Nick gives the back of my head a loving pat. 

I get up when my stomach growls in hunger. It’s about lunch time. “I’m gonna make us lunch.” I inform him as I head to the kitchen.

“Sure” Nick calls back.

I bought several boxes of fried chicken before coming up here. I toss several pieces into the air-fryer for us. It’s gonna take 10 minutes.

As I’m waiting, I take another peak at Nick, from in the kitchen. I can’t believe Santa's freaking real, and he gifted me with a hot, magical boyfriend.

Nick slyly grins as he continues to watch tv. “You know staring is rude. It’s almost as rude as this” Nick reaches back with one hand, spreading his meaty globes. 

RRRRRRHHHHHUUUUUUUBBBBBB

Nick rips a bubbly fart. It turns me on but also makes me laugh.

I step further into the living-room. “Haha, sorry I’m just still wrapping my head around… What a minute? Do you eat?” I ask, sidetracked.

He smiles at me, “Of course I do.” He says as if I’m being silly.

“Sorry, didn’t know if you need to with you basically being a god and all.” I shrug

Nick sits up on the couch, wearing a lopsided grin. “A god? Hmm? I like the sound of that.” Nick teases.

Nick raises his arm, closest to me, over his head, revealing his thick bushed armpit. Even from here, I can see his pit glistening with sweat.

“While we wait for our food, why don’t you be a good little disciple and worship your god’s sweaty armpit.” Nick sultry growls.

My eyes widen as several stands of his armpit hair rapidly grow, foot by foot. They slither through the air, quickening towards me. Before I can react, my body’s bound by his armpit hairs. They’re obviously thin lengths of hair but they're unbreakable like steel. Thankfully they don’t cut into my skin. 

One strand of his greasy armpit hair is wrapped around my forehead, another one is wrapped around my neck, and several more are wrapped around my arms binding them to my sides.

With a flirtatious grin, Nick’s armpit hairs start to recede, reeling me in. My feet are sliding across the floor and I know my face is headed straight for his armpit.

As I draw closer Nick puts on a show by leaning in and giving his armpit a sniff. His nose curls in disgust just to tease me.

Soon I’m pulled onto the couch, kneeling next to Nick. The hairs wrapped around my arms, release me and shrink back to normal. The ones around my forehead and neck keep hold, pulling my face towards their ripe-smelling home.

My face draws nearer and nearer until - it’s lodged in his sweaty, rank, wet-furred armpit.   

I moan as my nostrils are flooded with his potent testosterone. Like a starving man, I start licking his sweaty pit without abandon. The acidic taste of his vile sweat assaults my taste buds and I love it.

I feel more than hear Nick’s rumble of approval. “Mmm, that’s it, taste and worship my divine B.O.”

I don’t know how long I've been licking his pit, but eventually Nick has to pull my face away. I know I must look awful with my face covered in his pit sweat and grime.

Nick surprises me by pulling me into a deep kiss. “You look so hot drenched in my armpit sweat.” Nick lustfully snarls. A glance down at his rock-hard 9 inches confirms that.

Nick lies back down, taking me with him. He arranges us like before, with me using his bubble butt as a pillow. 

I then remember our lunch. Before I can get up, Nick snaps his fingers and two plates of fried chicken pop into the room. One’s floating in the air in front of his face. The other is resting on his lower back just in front of me.

Nick shoots me a cheeky grin, over his shoulder. “Eat up babe. And don’t forget my special seasoning.” Nick shakes his hips making his meaty mounds wobble. 

Not needing to be told twice, I pick up a chicken leg and hold it above Nick’s ass crack.

PPPDDDTTTT

He flavors my chicken with an eggy poot. I take a bite, enjoying the taste of the defiled poultry. 

I'd love Nick to fart on everything I eat.

“Done. From now on whatever you eat will have been farted on by me.” Nick chimes in, making me overjoyed. 

We continue to eat. I have Nick poot on every bite I’m about to take.

FFHHHTT, RRLLPPP, MMFFFBBB, DDRRFFF, PPFFFTT

Once we’re finished, Nick snaps his fingers and our plates disappear. I go back to using his bubbly ass as a pillow, as we continue to watch a cheesy hallmark Christmas movie.

This is by far, the best Christmas I’ve ever had. I’ve never been so happy. So why is my ex and his boy-toy plaguing my thoughts?

If I’m being honest, I’m hoping they run into some bad karma. They deserve it after what they did.

My fleshy pillows start jiggling from Nick’s laughter. When I try to look up at him, Nick reaches back, grabs the back of my head, and shoves my face deep in between his beefy ass-slabs. 

I suddenly find my lips pressed against his butthole. “Oh Nick, ‘bad karma’ isn’t enough for those two. They made it to the top of my naughty list. And a lump of coal isn't gonna cut it. Hehe, you'll see.”

I feel Nick’s hole opening up against my lips. Subconsciously, I open my mouth as well.

FFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPP

45 seconds of noxious wind roars into my mouth, inflating my lungs and cheeks like party balloons. I love and crave it, but the sulfuric stench is too much for me. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I pass out.

LATER

I come to, lying alone on the couch. I sit up, not hearing another soul in the cabin. Since the beginning, Nick’s skunky fumes have dominated the room, but the air’s fresh and clean. I start to feel dread. Maybe Nick was all a dream.

I'm filled with hope when I hear the front door open. My hope turns into anger when my ex, Roger, comes into view with his boy-toy, Gavin.

“What the hell are you two doing here?”

Roger looks a little embarrassed. “Well, I thought you’d be at your mother’s and not here alone, so I thought Gavin and I could use the place.”

I scoff, ignoring how Gavin wraps himself in Roger’s arms, wearing a triumphant smile. “Well you’re wrong. I rented the cabin, so kindly see yourselves out.” I dismiss them.

Roger rolls his eyes. “Come on Trevor, don't be petty. Why let this nice cabin go to waste; let me and Gavin use it.”

Gavin nods in agreement. “True, and to be honest, you wallowing over my man, here alone, is pretty pathetic.” Gavin insults me.

Before I can stop myself, “Firstly, I’m not mourning over a cheater. And secondly, I’m not here alone. I’m with someone special.”

Fuck, why did I say that? I probably dreamed Nick up.

Roger gives me a pitying look and Gavin snickers. They both know I’m lying.

Suddenly, someone steps into the room, gaining all our attention. “Hohoho Trevor, you’ve been a very good boy this year. Santa’s about to stuff more than just your stocking.”

Shit, what Nick’s wearing has us all turned on. Nick’s only wearing a red Santa cap and a pair of tight, red underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. It shows off his overpacked bulge and insanely massive bubble butt. The rest of his ripped, caramel body is on full display.

Nick walks up to me, gesturing towards the other two. “Who are they?”

They both are leering at Nick with intense lust.

“Nick, this is my ex and his boyfriend. I’m hoping they’ll leave now so we can get back to enjoying our romantic Christmas getaway together.”

Roger looks at me, floored. “You’re with him?” Roger looks crushed while Gavin looks envious, and I love it.

Gavin lets go of Roger and sashays up to Nick. I glare as he rests a hand on Nick’s chest.

With half-lidded eyes, Gavin croons, “You should ditch this loser and join me and Roger. I’m sure the three of us could have some fun.” 

Nick returns a sexy little smirk. “Mmm, I think you’re right.” His answer cuts me.

Gavin gives me a quick, nasty little grin. Roger looks completely on board. But then Nick continues, “Hey, I have an even better idea. How about Trevor and I have fun, while you two suffer for the rest of your lives!" Nick says, tripping up Gavin and Roger.

Nick suddenly grabs Gavin by the shoulders and shoves him roughly to his knees. He then quickly wheels around, putting his bubbly ass in Gavin’s face. Nick hastily pulls down his underwear, freeing his bouncing, ample globes. 

Nick reaches behind and grabs the back of Gavin’s neck. “Gavin, you've been very naughty this year. Not only have you been fucking a soon-to-be-married man, but worst of all, you hurt my Trev. A few lumps of coal is too good for you two. Get a whiff of my naughty list.”

Nick pulls Gavin in, burying Gavin’s face in his bulbous backside. Gavin’s arms are flailing but Nick’s not letting him escape.

Roger looks on, horrified. 

Nick takes a deep breath and then grunts.

BBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

Nick launches a trumpeting, 15 second fart, point-blank in Gavin’s face. I know that was a bad one. Gavin must be suffering; lucky bastard.

Roger looks enraged. “Stop that, you disgusting pig!” He roars.  

Nick holds up a single finger, not at all perturbed. “Hold on, I got another one and I think he is in need of some Christmas magic.” 

Nick grits his teeth, and starts grunting and straining.

RRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDBBBBBBBBBBB

Nick out does himself, unleashing a 20 second monster-of-a-fart in Gavin’s face. Nick gives a huge sigh of relief. 

“Ah, haha, hold on guys, wait for it.” 

As soon as Nick says this, Gavin, whose hands were beating against Nick’s ass and thighs in protest, starts caressing Nick’s butt cheeks.

The room is quiet so we can all hear Gavin breathing deeply in Nick’s ass.

“What the hell are you doing?” Roger shrieks.

Thanks to his face being wedged in Nick’s fat ass, Gavin’s voice is muffled. “It smells so good. Please fart on me again, Master Nick.” Gavin begs. Roger looks revolted. 

Nick chuckles, “Sorry but I’m a kept man. You're gonna have to ask my love for permission, you nasty little fart-slut.” Nick says, degrading Gavin.

Gavin pulls his face out of Nick’s ass and looks up at me with pure desperation. Nick somehow turned Gavin into a complete addict of his farts. To me, this is hot as hell.

After a second, I give Nick an affirmative nod.

Nick gives me a knowing grin. He knows his little show is doing it for me.

“Damn, you’re lucky my boo is such a nice guy.”

Nick buries Gavin’s face back in between his cheeks.

BBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLPPPPPPPP

RRRRRRGGGGGGGGGFFFFFFFFDDDDDDDDDD

MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUBBBBBBBB

FFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAA-RRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLVVVVVVVVV

Nick rips a barrage of butt bombs, pointblank in Gavin’s face. Gavin’s deeply breathing and coughing on Nick’s toxic vapors. Gavin’s arms soon fall limp; it appears he's passed out.

Nick pulls Gavin's face out of his ass and lets his unconscious body fall to the floor. 

Roger’s horrified. Nick turns his back to Roger, and starts shaking his ass for him. “Come on in Roger, It’s your turn. You’re on my naughty list as well.”

Roger’s backing away, towards the front door. “You did something to his head. You’re a fucking demon or something. I’m getting the hell outta here.” 

Nick mockingly frowns. “I ain’t no demon, but I can understand the mix up with my booty roaring like this.”  Nick bites his bottom lip and lifts his right leg, slightly.

PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHDDDDDDDDD

A 12 second, wet fart erupts out of Nick’s ass. Roger's hit with a wall of Nick's butt funk. He covers his nose with his hand as he backs up faster.

“You’re not doing that to me!” Roger shouts before turning around and sprinting for the door.

A mischievous grin grows on Nick's face, “You’re so right. You deserve worse.” Nick growls at Roger’s retreating back before vanishing.

Roger rips open the door and runs out, or at least tries to. He runs head first into a wall made of two mattress-sized, brown, spherical objects. Roger bounces off of them and falls onto his ass.

Holy shit! That's Nick's ass, but way bigger. Nick must be like 25 feet tall. Fuck, that’s hot.

Roger screams as he gets up; staring in horror at the leviathan butt, blocking his only escape.

“Y-you’re a monster!” Roger shouts.

Nick’s behemoth-of-an-ass jiggles from his laughter. His louder and deeper voice rumbles throughout the entire cabin. “Actually I’m a gift from Santa. And just like the big man, I believe naughty people deserve to be punished. Speaking of which, it’s time for your punishment, Roger. Come on in, welcome to your new forever home.”

“Fuck that!” Roger yells in outrage and fear. He whirls around and tries to race back down the hall. After taking a single step, Nick’s industrial-sized globes part, and like his armpit hairs earlier, 4 butt hairs rapidly grow, quickly slithering through the air towards Roger.

The 4 hairs coil around Roger’s 4 limbs, making him fall to the ground. 

“NO! NO! NOOO!” Roger cries as the super strong hairs lift him into the air, and start pulling him in, towards Nick’s giant ass.

Roger’s eyes find mine. “Please Trevor! Help me! I’m sorry I cheated on you, but you can’t let him do this to me!”

Nick’s booming voice counters. “Oh can’t he? Does he know you and Gavin have been fucking for over 2 years? Or that before he caught you two together, you were going to marry Trevor, and then off him to collect his life insurance?” 

I look at Roger in horror. Roger winces knowing he’s completely screwed. 

“No, he’s wrong. It was all Gavin's idea. Trevor I-I love you.” Roger desperately lies as he’s drawn closer and closer to Nick’s ass. 

I just watch, saying nothing. 

The hairs spin Roger around, so he’s now heading face-first towards Nick’s massive butt crack.

Nick’s cheeks part wider, giving me a clear view of his butthole that’s the size of a manhole cover. Roger struggles wildly at the sight.

Once Roger's face-to-face with Nick’s pucker, he’s suddenly stopped. 

“Just a sec, naughty boy. I want to give you a nice, big, warm welcome.” Nick’s hole twitches before…

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHPPPPPPPDDDDDDDD

 A hurricane of Nick’s fetid vapors vents out of his hole, blasting Roger right in the face. Nick’s fart is so strong that it reaches me in the living-room, blowing back my and an unconscious Gavin’s hair.

The stench of rancid meat and broccoli taints the air. Even though my eyes are watering, I love the nauseating smell. Roger is dry-heaving.

Nick’s hole then gaps open to the size of a hula-hoop. It shows a pink tunnel of flesh that leads into a pitch black abyss.

“Get into my ass, future ass-padding!” Nick growls, authoritatively.

“Noooo-mmmmm” Roger’s shouting is silenced when Nick’s hairs shove him into his hole. Roger’s up to his waist in Nick’s pucker. I watch with widened eyes and a full hard-on.

The hairs release Roger and then Nick’s hole starts pulsing as it quickly devours Roger's kicking legs. In less than 4 seconds, Roger’s completely gone, and Nick sighs in relief.

Nick’s hole closes and after a few moments, starts twitching again.

VVVVVVVBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRWWWWWWPPPPPP

Nick’s voice then booms, “Phew, excuse me.” I can't see it but I know he’s dawning a silly, cheeky smirk.

“Hey Trev, step closer to the hall entrance.”

I do as he says.

The ground shakes as I see giant Nick moving around, outside.

Suddenly, Nick’s couch-sized schlong, thrusts through the front door, heading straight for me. It immediately stops, just inches in front of me. It's enormous. Just its leaking head easily dwarfs me, stretching from the floor to the ceiling.

“Heh, sorry Baby. I was having such a good time that my big friend wanted to meet you. Why don’t you give him a kiss, I bet he’d like that.” Nick teases, sultry.

Not thinking twice, I give the monstrous, spongy head a kiss. The salty, musky taste has me shooting in my boxers.

As soon as I do that, Nick’s mammoth python starts swelling. I close my eyes, feeling that I’m about to be hosed. 

My eyes pop open as a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. Nick’s monster-dong is gone, the front door is closed, and he's back to normal size.

Nick gives my earlobe a nip, “Fuck, that was close. You nearly had me covering you in my special eggnog. I don't wanna blow until I'm inside you.” Nick growls in my ear, making me moan. 

Damn, I want that now.

Nick chuckles as he turns me around. “Soon Trev, but first I wanna show you something.” 

I take in Nick and I’m surprised again. Instead of a six-pack, he’s now sporting a very enlarged potbelly. Nick gives his bloated belly a couple of smacks. “Haha, guess who?”

Nick gives me an impish grin. “Now you see him, now you don’t.” Nick’s eyes narrow in concentration.

Gurgle…Gurgle… Gurgle

Nick’s stomach starts churning loudly. In mere moments his six-pack is back.

Nick turns around, presenting his ass. “Look” he commands.

I gasp as his already big ass starts to grow bigger. As it inflates it’s accompanied by the sound of stretching rubber. It stops when his ass is about a half a foot bigger. 

Man, if it were to rain I could take shelter under that big thing.

“True, it would keep you very dry. And I'll make sure to fart a lot to keep you warm, haha.” He wiggles his hips, making his meaty globes wobble from left to right.

I frown when Nick stops moving and yet his ass is jiggling by itself.

“What the hell?”

“Oh that’s just Roger freaking out because he’s now sentient fat on my big booty.” Nick informs me, giving me a devilish grin over his shoulder.

“He’s alive?” I ask, shocked.

Nick starts working his hips, making his thick cakes sexily roll. “His body is gone but his soul will live on as fat on my butt, forever.” 

Saying this makes his cheeks jiggle chaotically.

Nick darkly laughs as he caresses his enlarged bubble butt. “Easy there bud, it’s too late now.”

Gavin wakes up and crawls towards Nick’s bigger ass. “Please, Master Nick-”

Nick spreads his globes and grunts.

BBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMDDDDDDD

Nick farts out a pair of keys. They land in front of Gavin.

“Go wait in the car. If I have use for you, I’ll come get you.” Nick coldly dismisses him.

Gavin looks pained, but he takes the keys and leaves.

I'm already hard again. What Nick just did was both hot and satisfying to witness.

Nick could never top this. 

“Are you sure about that, Trevor? Because you just made the naughty list.” Nick teleports us to the bedroom. I'm lying on my back, in the bed, with Nick standing above me. He's facing away from me with his feet planted on either side of my shoulders.

Nick brings his fat rump down, stopping when it's within a foot of my face.

“Oh Trev, how could you shoot without me? Looks like Daddy Nick has another naughty boy to punish.” Nick teases, before sitting down, sealing my face in between his Roger-feed cakes. 

An ominous gurgling comes from Nick’s guts. “Oh did you hear that, baby. That sure as hell isn’t Santa coming down my chimney. Krampus is gonna want to take notes on what I'm about to do to you… HGH”

RRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP

A 15 second fart thunders out of Nick’s ass, vibrating his cheeks and my entire face. It stinks of digested meat and garlic; it has me gagging. 

“Haha, Trevor this is punishment, you shouldn't be enjoying this. I guess this means Daddy Nick needs to kick things up a notch.” Nick warns before he starts grunting and straining. 

FFFFFFFFFFVVVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUURRRRRRR

BBBBBBBBBDDDDDDDDDDHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT

PPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFFDDDDDDD

MMMMMMMMMLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAABBBBBBB

WWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM

Nick unleashes a hellish barrage of long, lethal farts, while seated on my face. The smell is inhuman. I don’t know how long I last, but I pass out again, smiling. 

LATER

I'm still in bed when I awaken. There’s no Nick but the room stinks of his butt fumes. I get up to go find him. As I walk around I notice that the entire place reeks of his farts, not just the bedroom. I'm already hardening.

I find Nick in the kitchen, looking through the fridge. He’s only in those red underwear, showing off his ample buns. 

It doesn’t seem like he’s noticed me yet, so I decide to sneak up and give his ass a little slap. 

When I’m closing in on him, a chair at the kitchen table slides out, by itself, and heads towards me. It bumps into the back of my knees making me fall and sit on it. With me on it, it slides forward, heading straight for Nick.

While still looking in the fridge, Nick widens his stance and arches his back. My face crashes straight into his pillowy backside.

“Baby, I’m made of Christmas magic, so I know when you're sleeping and when you're awake. You can never get the drop on me. But I'm about to drop this, on you… GGH”

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAABBBBBBBB

Nick rips a quack-sounding fart right in my face. It smells like rotten eggs, and has me coughing.

Out of instinct, I try to pull away. Nick grabs the back of my head, keeping my face in his ass.

“Not so fast Trev, this is what you get for trying to be slick… FGH”

RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHHHDDDDDDDDD

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

BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLL-PPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT

Nick sighs in relief before he starts rubbing his ass up and down, and left to right, all over my face, grinding his butt stink into my pores. 

Nick spins around and stands me up in front of him, smirking in accomplishment. He then pulls me into a steamy, open-mouthed kiss.

I hear a bubbling noise coming from Nick’s stomach. It then travels up his throat. As we continue to kiss, I feel his lips smirking. He grabs the back of my neck so I can’t get away.

BBBUUURRRPPP

Nick belches into my mouth as we kiss, inflating my cheeks. The noxious smell and taste assaults my senses. Nick pulls his mouth from mine, shooting me an impish grin. He then purses his lips before blowing the last of his residual gas up my nose.

“That was the hottest kiss I’ve ever had.”

“Good, because I'll be doing that to you a lot, but not nearly as much as this." Nick swivels his hips, pressing his ass against my side and farts.

No one’s ever been this good to me. Without thinking, I blurt out a truth I’ve come to realize in only a few short hours. “Nick, I love you.” I declare.

Nick beams at me. “I love you too, Trevor. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making your everyday happier than the last.”

This is insane. I’ve only known him for a few hours, but that doesn’t change how I feel.

Nick's smile turns mischievous letting me know he’s about to fart on me. “To show my love, I got you a very special Christmas gift.” As usual, Nick vanishes.

A heavy thud comes from behind me. I whirl around and gasp. A 30 foot tall Nick is on his hands and knees, facing away from me. He can barely fit in the cabin.

His caramel, SUV-sized globes dominate my entire view. His cheeks are parted, revealing his man-eating hole. His potent butt musk quickly spreads throughout the cabin.

Nick’s deep voice reverberates throughout the entire cabin. “Get on in there Trevor, and find your Christmas gift.” He orders.

Nick’s gigantic ass starts backing up. Even if I wanted to get away, which I don’t, I’m stuck with my back against the kitchen counter. 

My whole body is easily swallowed up by his chasm-like ass crack. I’m in complete darkness, held tightly in between his massive fleshy moons. Nick’s continuously flexing his cheeks, somehow making me sink in deeper. 

I finally feel my face pressing against his huge pucker that’s bigger than my head.

“I feel you found your Christmas gift. Trust me, It’s gonna take your breath away.” I both hear and feel Nick's words.

Nick’s hole opens wide and stretches forward, devouring my entire head. At first I’m scared that I'm about to follow Roger's fate, but Nick's pucker stops around my neck, making an impromptu collar. 

“Mmm, that’s it, love”

PPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAATTTTTTT

“Try and breath”

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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…

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPTTTTTTTT

A geyser of butt fumes explodes out of his hole, making the entire cabin shake. Along with it, Gavin’s brown jacket is blasted out. The entire kitchen is enveloped in his eggy stench. It has me leaking and my eyes watering.

The floor ripples back to normal before Nick rises out of the ground. He’s not as big as before, but he's way above normal at 12 feet tall. 

Nick starts backing up, towards me. My face, on level with his butt. He stops when his butt’s within a foot of my face.

Nick’s fat, caramel ass grows again, ballooning right before my eyes. 

Nick pushes his ass out, bringing it even closer to my face. I hear Nick straining and muttering to himself. “Now you get over there… And you get over there… No, you’ve got no choice. All you are now is ass-padding for my boo to love on.”

Nick smirks down at me, over his shoulder. “Hey babe, check out my booty’s new tenants.”

Nick's ample mounds start to jiggle by themselves. I gasp as the indent of two faces presses out of each of his blubbery globes. Gavin is on the right and Roger is on the left. Their faces are etched with misery. It looks like they’re screaming but I can't hear them.

"That’s enough freedom for you two. Get back in there, ass-fat.” Nick lifts his cheeks in his hands, then releases them, letting them bounce for several seconds. Thanks to that action, their faces sink back into his ass. 

Nick leans forward and spreads his ass-boulders. “Damn baby, these naughty guys make me so gassy… UGH” 

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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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MMMMMMHHHHHHHHBBBBBBTTTTTTTT

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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.

RRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

A 30 second torrent of green-tinted gas, erupts out of his hole. It hits my entire body, pinning me on the couch. The stench of raw sewage and spice fills my lungs and sets them on fire. His fart has me crying and coughing, and I love it.  

Next thing I know, the cabin’s fixed and Nick and I are both dressed. He picks me up, bridal style, and heads for the door. “Let's go home, Trevor, and start the first day of the rest of our lives”

I don't know what I'm in store for when I leave this cabin, but I do know that with Nick by my side everything will be perfect. “Take us home, Nick.”

ONE YEAR LATER

Turns out, having a god-like lover makes life a whole lot better. I immediately move in with Nick, who lives in a mansion. He’s an insanely successful and wealthy investor. 

Nick’s so rich that I quit my job. But I’m pretty busy thanks to Nick who mostly works from home. He takes a lot of calls and has plenty of video meetings. During these, he uses my face as a fart cushion. It's my duty to muffle his farts and make sure he doesn't have to smell them. 

And whenever we’re not in the same room, every 15 minutes he will come and find me to fart on me. 

Nick’s ass has definitely gotten bigger over the past year. When we’re out and someone disrespects me, he'll lure them into a secluded area. Nick will return, alone, with an obviously fatter ass. And later that night, I’ll spend hours and hours beneath it. 

It’s been an entire year of bliss thanks to Nick. I'm grateful to my late father for teaching me to be a kind person. I continue to try and be a good man.

It's Christmas eve and I'm in the kitchen, on my phone, with my mom. I was just watching a Christmas movie with Nick on the couch.

I roll my eyes, "Yes mom, I'll be there tomorrow, with Nick. I'm starting to think you love him more than me."

My friends and family adore Nick.  

Speaking of, Nick steps into the kitchen doorway, completely naked, shooting me an impish grin. I quickly end the call with my mom and point at Nick, "No Nick, we're watching a movie."

Still grinning, Nick wordlessly turns around, showing off his dump-truck of an ass. It's so big now that it almost looks photoshopped.

I then notice something new. Three words are tattooed on his lower back, just above his ass.

'IN YOU GO'

Nick's bubble butt starts to suddenly grow, rapidly. It grows bigger by the second, swelling in all directions. Its growth is accompanied by what sounds like a balloon being filled with helium.

I see Nick grinning back at me for a few moments before the top of his hillside mounds blocks him from view. And it continues to grow.

It's like a caramel blob is overflowing the entire kitchen. The refrigerator, stove, and most of the floor is buried beneath his gelatinous, still-growing, fat globes.

I'm trapped in the corner, blocked off by an inescapable, ceiling-to-floor wall of ass fat.

"But Nick, the movie." I weakly try.

"Here's what happens babe: the leading man shoves his love interest into his fat ass, and farts on her all through Christmas eve, haha. Why watch it when you can live it."

Nick's ass grows a sizable amount more, in an instant, pinning me in between his valley-like ass crack and the wall. Through the thousands of pounds of ass meat, I can hear Nick grunting and straining.

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Smell of a potion

Luke isn’t the type of person that I thought I’d fall in love with. Sure, he’s several inches taller than me, but he’s lanky. He’s very soft-spoken and doesn’t have much of a back bone. He also lacks self-confidence.

Even with all that said, I love Luke. He’s sweet and kind and I’m so happy I married him.

It’s late at night when I enter our adjoined-bathroom to talk with Luke.

“Hey babe, did you withdraw a thousand dollars from our bank earlier?” I ask as I enter the bathroom. 

I frown as I see Luke drinking up a purple liquid from a small vial. “What the hell is that?” I ask.

Looking nervous, Luke begs, “Please don’t be mad” I say nothing, waiting for Luke to continue.

“So, I ran into this woman who turned out to be a real witch. For a grand, she sold me a magical potion that’ll turn me into the man I’ve always wanted to be.”

My eyes widen and I roar, “YOU SPENT A THOUSAND DOLLARS ON A FAKE-ASS MAGIC POTION.”

This startles Luke and tears start welling-up in his eyes. “I’m sorry John. I-I just want to be the man you deserve. Everyone, including me, knows you’re way out of my league.” He wetly whispers.

This quickly extinguishes my anger. I immediately pull him into a loving kiss. “Luke, you don’t need to change for me. I’ve never loved anyone more than you, in all my life. Who the hell put that stupid idea in your head?” 

Luke looks guilty again, “Some guys at work” he says. Damn, if it wouldn’t cost Luke his job, I’d go in and crack some skulls. 

“One: don’t ever listen to those dumb-asses again. And two: no more buying fake witch potions.” I tease him, making Luke blush and smile.

With everything settled, I think it's time for bed. I pick up Luke, bridal style, making him laugh, and walk us into our bedroom, a couple of feet away. We get into bed, with me holding him, and fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning, to an unfamiliar, deep and masculine voice humming a tune in the bathroom. And I notice Luke is gone. With a frown, I get up to investigate. 

My eyes widen in alarm when I enter the bathroom, and I find a huge stranger standing in front of the mirror with his back to me. This guy is a mountain of walking muscles and he’s about a half-a-foot taller than me. All he’s wearing is some ill-fitting, red briefs. They look like they’re being stretched to their limit by his massive bubble butt. Each of his basketball-like cheeks are bigger than my head.

The guy catches my eyes in the reflection of the mirror. With a cocky grin, he brings up both his arms and flexes his biceps. “Morning babe! Wanna see the gun show?”  

My jaw drops at the display of muscles. Wait, who’s this stranger? Where’s Luke? And why did he call me babe?

Still grinning, he continues, “Oh wait, I know what gun you love the most. Or should I call it a bazooka. “ The stranger arches his back, stinking his bubbly rump out even more, accentuating its huge size. In the mirror, I watch him close one eye before grunting.

FFFFFFFWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP

A 7 second, trumpeting fart erupts out of this muscle-man’s ass. Since I’m only a few feet behind him, I’m quickly enveloped in a putrid fart cloud. It stinks of digested meat and onions. It has me coughing and my eyes watering. 

I’m immediately hard as steel. I never told Luke, or anyone for that matter, that I have a huge farting kink.

The huge man sighs in relief before laughing as he fans his butt stink towards me. “Ah, haha, The Beast’s morning thunder is what you need to start the day. Isn’t it, baby?”

Even though I'm ⅓ his size, I square my shoulders and puff out my chest. “Who the fuck are you and where is my husband?” I angrily demand.

The guy wheels around and looks at me with an arched eyebrow. “Last time I checked, I was your husband.”

That’s when I notice the muscle-man’s familiar blue eyes and facial features. 

“Luke?” I ask in wonder.

“Uh yeah, who else?” He asks, looking slightly confused.

He then grins with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Oh, I see. You’re still waking up. This should help.” He spins back around, and then pulls down the back of his underwear, mooning me with his muscular glutes.

“Rise and shine babe. Here comes your favorite breakfast. NGH… The Beast’s morning eggs… UGH”

FFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP

I realize that this new Luke’s ass is round with both muscle and fat. His cheeks flap as he rips a monstrous, 10 second fart. A fart cloud that reeks of rotten eggs, hits me dead-on, making me gag. 

I’m both horny and confused by this bodybuilder Luke and his gassy assault. 

I gawk as Luke lets his underwear drop, revealing his long thickness. It wasn’t that big before.

Catching me leering at it, Luke grabs it by the base and shakes it at me. “Haha, don’t worry babe, you'll be tasting my jumbo sausage later.” Luke taunts with a cocky grin.

Luke then pulls on compression underwear, gray sweats, and a gray exercise shirt. 

“Be back soon, gonna work-out with the boys.” He says, surprising me with a kiss on the lips. 

As he walks past me he swivels his hips, pressing his butt against my side, and farts. 

“Ah, smell ya later babe, heh.” And he leaves. 

I’m left alone in this fart-boxed bathroom, hard and almost hysterical. What the hell’s going on? How did Luke turn into an over-confident beefcake overnight? Why did he act like everything is normal?

I need to investigate. I walk back into the bedroom, grab my phone, and take a seat on the foot of the bed. I pause as my homescreen is a picture of me with the new Luke. I go into my pictures and see only bodybuilder Luke, no skinny Luke to be found.

I then pull up and scroll through his social media. It's mostly pictures of us together and pictures of him flexing at the gym with his tongue sticking out.  

As far back as I can go, I can only find pictures of muscular Luke. He was still ripped from his late teens to early twenties. 

I quickly catch on to the fact that he refers to himself as ‘The Beast’ and rocks a frat-boy like attitude.

My investigation ends when I go through his videos. They're just so hot. 

I first start with a group of videos labeled ‘The Beast is Horny’.

These clips are of Luke recording himself with his gym bros. Whenever one of his bros is sitting on a bench or an exercise machine, Luke runs up to them, grabs the back of their head, and shoves their face into his crotch. He then starts humping their face and moaning, making the other guys around them laugh. While humping someone’s face he says things like ‘Give the Beast your warm mouth’ or ‘Here’s some protein so you can grow big and strong like the Beast’ or ‘Mmm, not as good as my husband but it’ll do’

Then I watch a group of videos called ‘Beast Bombing’. These are clips of Luke farting in his bros’ faces. This gets a laugh out of the guys around him as well. Before farting he says things like ‘Everyone, quiet! Do ya’ll hear that thunder too’ or ‘Do the Beast a solid and sniff-up his fart so he doesn't have to smell it. Thanks bud’ 

The last group of videos are called ‘Beast Bombing my Boo”. These are clips and clips of bodybuilder Luke farting on me.  

The first is him recording himself in the kitchen and I’m behind him, facing the counter. Luke’s grinning at the camera. “Hey guys, I gotta fart. Imma fart on my husband.” “What?” I cry. Luke quickly backs up and farts on my lower back. I smack him and call him a dick, making him laugh.

In the next one, I’m sitting on the couch watching tv while Luke’s recording himself standing up, behind the couch. His ass is aimed at the back of my head. Luke mouths, “I’m gonna fart on him” to the camera. Luke scrunches up his face and farts on the back of my head. I groan before yelling at his retreating back. “Haha, I’m in so much trouble” He tells the camera as he runs off.

In another one, he’s recording me lying on my stomach, on the bed, and we appear to be in a hotel room. Luke walks over and says, “Mmm, I wonder where John is? Oh well might as well take a seat on this empty bed.” With that Luke records himself sitting on the back of my head, hiding my entire head from view. He brings the camera to his face and says, “I’m actually glad he’s not here because the Beast is about to rip some major ass.” Luke clenches his jaw and grunts. 

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTTT

Luke rips a huge fart and is red in the face. He gives the camera a cheeky grin. “Damn that was nasty. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t make me sleep in the hallway after that one, hehe.”

I keep watching clip-after-clip of Luke’s stuff, completely hard, not realizing how much time has passed. I love my old Luke, but this new one seems to have stepped right out of my dreams. Am I a terrible husband for wanting this freaky change to be permanent?

All of a sudden, the bedroom door bursts open and in walks Luke, back from his work-out. Himself and his clothes are dripping with sweat.

Luke makes a beeline straight for me, with an impish smirk on his lips. “Hey Johnny, guess what? I booked a spa appointment for your face in my swamp ass.”

When Luke’s standing in front of me, he spins around and pulls down the back of his sweats. I’m face-to-face with Luke’s sweaty, underwear-clad, bubble butt. There’s a huge wet spot running all the way down his crack.

Luke reaches back and grabs the back of my head. He then shoves my face into his sweaty, dump-truck of an ass, smothering me. 

“In you go and you’re welcome… HGH”

PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFF-ssssssssssssss

RRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWW-sssssssssssss

FFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBB-ssssssssssssss

Luke rips a series of long and wet farts, point-blank in my face. They stink of sulfur and dead fish. The smell is sickening and atrocious, and I love it.

Luke lets go of the back of my head but I keep my face mashed against his sweaty underwear. 

Luke snickers above me, “Hehe, love how crazy you go for my Beast Bombs, babe.” Luke teases as he starts rubbing his sweaty ass back and forth, all over my face.

After a minute of this, Luke pulls my face out of his ass and shoves me back, laying me out on our bed. Still grinning, he pulls off his top and tosses it. I can’t help but stare at his insanely chiseled upper-body, glistening with sweat. 

Luke arrogantly bounces his pecs as he climbs on top of me, straddling my stomach.

“Deep breath babe. You're going for a swim in the Beast’s testosterone.” With that, Luke leans over, lifts up his left arm, and plants his sopping-wet armpit right on my face. 

Luke laughs as he wipes his pit sweat all over my face. “Ha yeah, taste how hard the Beast worked out at the gym today.” 

This cocky, huge Luke is so hot.

“Now the other one” Luke says as he plants his other armpit on my face and starts rubbing his sweat into my pores. 

“Damn babe, not only are you a great husband, your face makes an excellent sweat rag too, haha.”

Luke sits back up, straddling my stomach, with a look of accomplishment on his face. He then gives me a lopsided grin as he pulls down his underwear, releasing his girthy sausage and bull balls. I then feel his sweaty mounds sitting on my stomach. Luke narrows his eyes and…

MMMMMMMMLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP

Luke farts on my midsection. His eggy fumes escape from beneath his ass and spread throughout the room. 

Luke climbs further up the bed, getting in a push-up position. The new Luke’s 9 inch, hard monster looms over my face. “Say ah John, it's time for my after-workout bj. It's your duty as my husband.” 

For some reason, my body subconsciously follows his order as I part my lips. With a quick, strong thrust of his hips, he plunges his tool down my throat. My eyes widen as I swallow him with ease, even though he’s so big. It’s like I’ve done this a lot before.

“Yeah, that’s it babe, bury your nose in my sweaty, musky pubes.”

Getting down to business, Luke starts rocking his veiny leviathan in and out of my throat. His orange-sized balls bounce against my chin with every thrust. I hear him growling and snarling like the Beast he is above me as I lick over his invading monster. I moan, enjoying the taste and feel of his fat sweaty organ.

“Shit, your fucking mouth” Thrust “Its so warm, wet, and mine” Thrust “Mmm that’s it baby, taste your man” Thrust “Make the Beast feel good” Thrust “Oh fuck, I’m getting close” Thrust “Here it comes John, here comes the Beast’s milk” Thrust “Don’t waste a single drop”

Luke pauses with his thick rod buried down my throat. I feel his huge veiny meat swell on my tongue before he roars, “OOOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!”

Luke’s monster fires 7 big payloads down my gullet. His massive, sweaty body goes limp, smothering my face in his raunchy crotch.

After a few seconds of catching our breath, Luke gets up, pulling out of my mouth. I only get a second of fresh air before Luke spins around and takes a seat on my face. My face easily slips in between his sweaty globes, and my lips are kissing his grimy pucker.

Luke pulls me out of my boxers and starts jerking me off. I’m so worked up that it only takes three pulls to make me shoot. He punctuates each tug with a fart in my mouth and a word.

“Come” PPPPPPPRRRRRRLLLLLLLBBBBBB Pull

“For” FFFFFFFFFDDDDDDDDDDWWWWWWPPPPP Pull

“Me” RRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT Pull

With my face trapped in Luke’s ass, I give a muffled cry as I shoot. I can both smell and taste Luke’s nauseating vapors coating my mouth. 

Luke rises off of my face with a wet schlurp, thanks to my face being drenched in his ass sweat. 

“Damn, that's just what I needed after a hard workout.” Luke says as he helps me sit back up.

“Come on and join me for a shower, John. You know you wanna soap all this up.” Luke teases with a cheeky grin. He walks backwards while flexing his abs and pecs. 

Luke turns around and loses the rest of his clothes as he makes his way to the bathroom. Luke pauses in the doorway, bare-ass naked, and looks back at me, over his shoulder.

“You coming or what?” Luke arches an eyebrow while hiking up his left leg and farts.  

I’m instantly up and running after Luke. We shower for nearly an hour. It takes so much time since I have to keep re-washing parts of my body because Luke keeps farting on me.

RRHHHBBB on my left thigh “Ah, you might wanna re-wash that” FFFWWWMM on the back of my right leg “Oh, there too” BBBLLLPPP against my waist “Damn, I'm gassy today” RRRUUPPP on my lower back “Better deal with that one quick, it smells really bad” PPPMMMDD on the back of my hand “Fuck, it seems like I’m butt bombing you faster than you can clean yourself” MMMRRRBB on my stomach “Not surprising, the Beast’s booty is too powerful”

Luke then shoves me onto my knees and then smashes my face against his wet, voluptuous rump. “I am the Beast, hear me fucking ROAR!... NGH”

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT

Once we're done, the bathroom is heavy with steam and Luke’s thick farts.

After drying off, we only slip into underwear. In a move reminiscent of last night, Luke easily lifts me up, bridal style, and carries me out of the bathroom. Instead of heading to the bed he walks us to the living-room.

“When you invited me to shower with you, I thought we were going to have shower sex.” I say as he carries me down the hall.

“Oh I’m saving sex for later. I want us both aching for release by the end of the night. And only then will the Beast rock your world.” Luke boasts with a cocky smirk.

He deposits us onto the couch and we get comfortable while watching tv. For the next couple of hours we relax. Luke's keeping me hard by constantly farting on and around me.

Nearing dinner time, Luke announces, “Time to get dressed babe. And wear something nice, I've got a surprise for you.”

30 minutes later, I’m wearing a peach button-up shirt, black slacks, and a black overcoat. And Luke’s wearing the same thing except he’s wearing a teal button-up shirt. His muscles look like they’re moments away from bursting out of his clothes. And his mountainous globes are stretching the seam of his slacks to their limit

We hop into Luke’s, new-to-me, Ford truck and set off. As we drive, I keep trying to wheedle out where we’re going. But Luke just leans to the side, and aims a fart at me, temporarily ending my questioning.

After a 30 minute drive we pull up to Bon Appétit, a fancy Italian restaurant. I frown as I have bad memories of this place. A year ago, when this place had its grand opening, I made reservations for me and Luke. Just as we were seated, a rich snobbish couple came in, demanding a table even though they didn’t make reservations. The owner asked me and Luke to leave and it was obvious to see why. We were the only gay couple. Staff quickly escorted us out before I could cause a scene.

Luke smirks at my frown. “Come on Johnny. I promise this time, our experience here will be leagues better.” He promises.

I let out a sigh and we head inside. Luke made reservations so we’re seated right away, at a table in the middle of the restaurant. 

This place is really beautiful. Maybe Luke’s right. Maybe we can make some happy memories here. I go to thank Luke, who’s sitting across from me, but his malicious grin catches me off guard.

“It's ironic that we were here for this place’s grand opening and now we’re here for its closure. Enjoy the show babe, the Beast is about to have this place shut down within the hour.”

My eyes widen as Luke scrunches up his face.

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Luke rips an insanely loud fart, in the middle of the restaurant, making everyone go silent. A few people are snickering, but most are glaring and groaning at Luke. I go red with embarrassment and sink some into my chair.

Luke fans the air behind his chair, grinning. “Sorry folks, the food here is good but gives me the ole bubble-guts. Heads up people, it's about to get worse.” Luke teasingly, warns.  

Luke leans forward, pointing his ass through the bottom gap of the back of his chair.

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Luke rips a series of thunderous farts, back-to-back. The stench of rotten eggs and raw sewage surrounds our table and then steadily spreads outwards, flowing over the rest of the diners. 

It starts with the people seated immediately around us, the smell becomes too much and they get up and leave. Then they are followed out the door by the next wave of diners who are overwhelmed by the smell. With every fart Luke rips more and more customers leave. I hear the people escaping saying things like ‘I’ll never be eating here again’. 

I also notice waiters, chefs, and other workers leaving with the customers. In a stupidly brave move, the waiter attending us tries to stop Luke. 

His eyes are watery and he’s breathing through his mouth. “Sir, you need to stop this.” He weakly orders.

Luke looks at him with faux innocence. “What appears to be the problem? I’m just doing something that comes naturally to everyone.” Luke says before leaning away from the waiter, and farting in his direction.

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The waiter winces and shakes his head, “Ugh, there’s nothing natural about that. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave?”

Luke nods, “Okay, well you asked and here is my answer.”

The waiter looks relieved as Luke stands up but it quickly turns to fear as Luke turns his back to him. Luke then bends over at the waist and places both hands on the seat of his chair. He then arches his back, and tilts his ass upwards, aiming it at the waiter's face. Luke takes a deep breath and grunts.

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12 seconds of putrid ass-wind bellows out of Luke’s rump. It has so much power that the waiter's hair and tie flap wildly as if they were plastic-bags caught in a twister.

As Luke’s fart comes to a sputtering end the waiter’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls to the ground, unconscious. I can understand why. The stench of Luke’s sulfuric ass gas is thick around us, but in my case, I love it.

Suddenly, two people come running up to our table. I notice it's the two burly staffers who escorted us out of the restaurant last year. They’re bigger than me but the new Luke dwarfs the two.

Luke keeps his back to them as they run up to us. When they’re a few feet away, Luke cocks his right leg, closes one eye, and bites his bottom lip.

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Luke rips a low, greasy-sounding fart. The two staffers accidentally run right into Luke’s fresh and toxic fart cloud. The two fall to their knees, dry-heaving. 

“Ah, we won’t be having any of that, this time. This time, my ass will be escorting you two to dreamland.” Luke explains as he takes a few steps backwards, backing his weaponized bum in front of one of the kneeling staffers’ faces.

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Luke blasts the man’s face with a 7 second, trumpeting fart. The man’s body spasms for a moment before he passes out.

Luke swivels his hips, pointing his ass in the other guy’s face. “Your turn” Luke says before grunting.

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Luke rips two back-to-back grumbling farts in the second man’s face, and just like his friend, he’s knocked unconscious. 

Luke gives me a cheeky grin as he notices my hard-on. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the show babe because the Beast isn’t done yet.”

Luke looks towards the back and I follow his gaze. I see a man's face peeking through the door that leads to the kitchen. The face quickly slips out of view.

Luke gives me a wink and says, “Be right back babe. Hope this keeps you entertained while I’m gone.” With that, Luke gives himself a slight wedgie, making the seam of his pants slip deeper in between his ample mounds. He then backs his ass into my face, since I’m still sitting in my chair.

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Luke sighs in relief before walking away, leaving me with his putrid fart. I can’t help but leer at his ass in those form-fitting slacks as he walks away. His thick globes jiggle and clap against each other as he moves. Fuck, I want Luke to just throw me onto the table and take me right here and now.

Luke enters the kitchen and I hear a slight commotion going on in there. After a minute or two, Luke comes back out and he’s not alone. He has a guy by the back of the neck, and he's leading him towards me.

“Look, I remember you from last year, please forgive me. That man was a restaurant critic so I had to seat him.” The guy babbles. I remember him; this is the owner.

When they’re standing within a few feet of me, Luke shoves him to his knees. He then steps in front of him, putting his muscled ass in his face. The owner looks like he’s seconds away from having a panic attack.

Luke unceremoniously shoves the guy’s face into his butt, smothering him in all that ass meat. 

“HGH… Because of what you did a year ago, the Beast has no forgiveness to give. But I have plenty of farts to share… NGH”

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“Say goodbye to your restaurant and your sense of smell because my booty’s killing both of them tonight.”

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“You should be thanking the Beast. Usually you're cooking for others, but now, the Beast is cooking up a feast for you. Now open wide and... FGH... EAT MY FARTS!... UGH” 

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My juggernaut-of-a-husband destroys the disckish owner's face with a plethora of monstrous farts. The owner’s struggling becomes weaker with every fart Luke rips in his face.  Luke's last fart is insane; it lasts over two minutes.  

Luke releases his grip on the owner’s head, and thrusts his ass back, butt-checking his unconscious body to the floor. 

Luke’s never looked so hot. Unconscious bodies lying by his feet, and his noxious, slightly visible, brown fumes swirling around him. 

Luke offers me his arm, with a crooked grin. “Let's go home Johnny, the Beast is finished here. I’ve turned this place into a biohazard and these guys will stink of my farts for the next couple of months, haha.”

I slam into Luke and start kissing him in desperation. “Fuck Luke, I want you so bad.” I practically plead. 

Luke grabs my right ass cheek in his big mitt, and squeezes hard. “Don’t worry, the Beast is taking you back to his lair right now. Very soon, you'll be impaled and riding on Beast Jr, all night long” Luke growls as he steers us out of his self-made wasteland.

As we step into the cool night air, a cop car pulls up in front of us. The driver side window rolls down, revealing a chuckling cop. “Hey, maybe you two can help me? We got a weird complaint about some guy in there who won’t stop farting, haha. Is any of that true?” 

Luke gives him a sly grin, “Actually it's true” the cop looks intrigued as Luke continues, “I don’t know who the mystery farter was but I can give you a big clue.” Luke quickly spins around and backs his bubbly posterior through the car window and into the cop's face.

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Luke rips a 6 second, roaring fart, point-blank in the officer's face. The officer's face turns red and he paws at his neck as if he’s choking. He makes a few wet gurgling sounds before he slumps in his seat, unconscious.

“Luke” I hiss angrily, making him snicker.

“Oh relax, it's too dark out here, he didn’t see our faces. And don’t lie, it turns you on when the Beast knocks someone out with his powerful gas.” To prove his point, he palms my hard-on through my pants, making me moan.

“Heh, that’s what I thought.” he preens.

Luke walks me to the passenger-side door of his truck. When I go to open the door, Luke spins me towards him and pins me in between himself and his truck. I laugh, enjoying his roughness, but it turns into a gasp when I see that his eyes are glowing purple.

“Relax John, it's me, the original Luke. See, I told you she was a real witch.” He says pridefully.

My jaw drops. Holy shit!  That magic potion from last night. It actually worked!

Suddenly I start to feel guilty. Where has old Luke been? Has he been a prisoner inside this new Luke all along?  

Luke takes my chin in between his finger and thumb and makes me look into his glowing eyes. 

“Hey, stop thinking like that. I’m still me, but now I’m the version of me that I want to be. I’m so happy you’re having fun with the new me. Ha, I never pegged you as a fart-lover” He says with a sly grin, making me blush.

“In a few seconds baby, you’re going to be the only person who remembers the old me. I know I’ve changed a lot but I still love you. I always have and always will.” Luke promises. His glowing eyes filling with tears.

I nod before pressing my forehead against his. “And I you. We’re soulmates.” We kiss. It both feels like a goodbye, and the start of something new. 

We pull away and Luke shakes his head. His eyes are back to being blue. 

“Woah, musta had a brain fart. Oh hang on Johnny, here comes a booty one.” Luke spins around and pins me to the truck with his ass.

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Luke rips a 7 second fart on me. It reeks of sulfur and puts me in a coughing fit. Luke sighs in relief as he rubs his butt against me. 

Luke opens my door and sits me in the passenger’s seat. Instead of closing the door, Luke steps up onto the running board of the truck, putting his hefty bulge right in my face.

Luke grabs the back of my head and forces my face into his bulge. Then he starts humping my face.

“Feel that baby? That’s going to be railing you within an inch of your life, when we get home. And after that, I’m gonna sit on your face and keep farting until you pass-out. And every time you wake up tonight, I'm gonna fuck or fart you back to sleep. My meat and ass are gonna keep you prisoner, in our bed, all night long baby, hehe.” Luke taunts as he keeps humping my face. 

“Oh, here comes a sample of what you’re in store for.”

While keeping a hand on the back of my head, Luke wheels around. His bulbous cakes are right in front of my face. I can smell his ass musk and lingering farts emitting from his crack.

Luke shoves my face into his ass, smothering me in his pillowy yet firm, bubbly cheeks. “In you go” he says before he starts grunting and straining.

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Smell of 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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