Hii I kinda got this idea from some of your stories that I read in the past. I've noticed that your characters were mentioning the game 'battleshits' in each story, and I wanted to ask if you're planning on coming up with a story about this game if not already. I already have a story in mind lol.
I'm imagining two jocks just having the time of their life playing their loud and long game of battleshits, and a nerd walks in on their game and gets grossed out by the idea. But when the nerd was about to leave, the door locked for some reason and the jocks just continue battling it out until the nerd blacks out by the smell.
I don't usually write this long lol hope you consider making this your story...
Funnily enough, I was in the middle of writing a story with almost that exact premise at one point, yet never got around to finishing it.
Hopefully I'm able to come around to that eventually, as it is an idea I really like. Although, I'm unfortunately going to be unable to write over the summer, so I'm hoping to get it done before then. :)
I sighed, feeling a little down. I barley paid attention as my boyfriend was showing off what was apparently a "breakthrough machine" in terms of science. He'd been given it from a friend to show off for a presentation for a local science fair tomorrow and was giving me an early look. I didn't know what it was, nor did I probably even care. To tell the truth, I just felt distracted.
When I first met Oscar only last year, I thought I'd struck gold. He had dashingly good looks, we shared mostly similar interests and was polite (for the most part). Sure, he had a few problems, but it was nothing I surely wouldn't be able to fix. It felt like everything I could've wanted out of a partner, and yet... things had just felt rather rocky lately.
He always seemed so uncomfortable, like he wanted to talk about something important, yet every time I pressed on it, he would brush it off like it was nothing. This had been going on the last couple months, and it was starting to bring us both down with each other. It was getting to the point where I thought we should call it quits between us, but I couldn't bring myself to do it yet, as I still felt the need to try and solve this somehow.
"So, with this device, we'll be able to discover the secrets of our planet as well... are you alright?" Oscar paused, in the middle of an excited ramble to focus on my distracted face.
"Yeah, yeah, it's cool. Keep going." I gestured for him to continue, yet he didn't seem all that convinced. He put down the strange device and plopped his large bubble butt right next to me.
"What's wrong sweetie?" He asked me, with a genuine look of concern on his face. I didn't really know how to respond, as I didn't know where to begin. Would now be the right time to break up with him, as he was excitedly showing off whatever this thing was? Oscar could tell I was in discomfort, so he decided to lighten the mood, at least in his own way. "You feeling a bit of tension? That's ok, here let me try and soften the mood." And, before I could stop him, he patted his chest and let out a small, but noticeable:
BBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!
The belch wasn't too loud, but I still cringed and turned my head away from this crass act. There was a tinge of onions to it, that I hated and wanted to get up and walk away from. This was something Oscar had weirdly been doing for the past couple months now. Every time he claimed he wanted to break tension, he would let out a burp. Whenever I asked him why, he'd always respond with: "We should be at a comfortable point now where we can break the gas barrier." However, he'd backtrack and give an uncomfortable look whenever he saw how uncomfortable it made me.
Personally, I hated any kind of gas being passed, whether it be burping or... (god forbid) flatulence. I'd always had the belief that it was a repulsive way to act and I couldn't understand why he would ever want to do it in front of me, let alone want me to do it back. It was disgusting, and I felt no shame in trying to ask him to cut it out.
"See babe, doesn't that just kill the tension?" He asked with a giggle, yet I was in no way amused by it.
"No, no it doesn't. Will you please just give that a rest already? I'm so sick and tired of it." I demanded. Honestly, I was getting so annoyed of him trying to make that a 'thing' between us, that I would've considered dumping him over it, if I wasn't content on solving his problems. Oscar's face just fell and he looked down at his feet, almost ashamed. I rolled my eyes, not seeing the big deal. Now thing's just felt awkward, so I decided to just cut things short.
"Listen, this has been great, but I think I need to go." I didn't feel like dealing with him anymore, as that burp killed the vibe for me. When was he ever going to learn?
"Oh, already? Oh ok, yeah sure. I need to... go to the bathroom anyway." He responded, shuffling uncomfortably.
"Ewww Oscar, too much information. Just go, you don't need to tell me that." I said frustratedly. It was bad enough hearing him burp, but that was a whole new level of ick for me. Oscar just nodded, looking upset and got up to leave.
"See you later babe." He said, forcing a smile before hurrying out the room.
"Yeah yeah." I replied without much enthusiasm. However, as I was leaving to go, I couldn't help but catch the eye of the device he was showing off, wondering what it actually did. I looked over at it, and noticed a glowing red button. My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to press it, hoping this wouldn't cause the room to explode or something.
BBZRRRKKK!
I blinked and frantically looked around the room as the sudden bright light came to a stop. It looked like everything had suddenly grown in size. Had the machine enlarged the room somehow? It was only then that I looked down and examined myself before coming to the shocking realisation. The room hadn't grown, but I had shrunk. I was no more than 2 inches tall, sprawled on the bed. How was this possible, surely there was a way to reverse this?
I ran over to the edge of the bed, but realised the fall was too high and I wouldn't survive the landing. There was only one hope, pray that Oscar spotted me and turned me back to normal. As I was panicking to myself, I heard what sounded like a toilet flushing (which made me cringe again) before a now giant Oscar walked into the room a few seconds later.
"Oscar, HELP, DOWN HERE!" I screamed and yelled, but it was no use, as my voice was now too high pitched to make any effect on his hearing. Although, there was still a chance he could spot me. However, that didn't appear to be the case.
"I can't believe he left already, over a silly burp. What's it going to take? I didn't even get to show him the shrink ray in action." He muttered, as he picked up the device placing it out of the way. 'Shrink ray?!?!??' Oh god, that explained everything. But surely there was a way to bring me back to size right?
"Well, if he's gone, may as well get comfortable." Wait, what did he mean by- Before I could even finish my thought, Oscar began to unbuckle his belt and pulled down his jeans, exposing his underwear to the free air. This was something I'd seen him do before, but it felt horrifying in this context. And, before I could make a run for it, he plopped his humongous ass on the bed.
The first thing that hit me was the pure stink that emitted from his behind and it was truly repugnant. It smelt like he'd just taken a dump and hadn't wiped properly. The thought of that alone made me gag, but actually smelling it from up close and such a large source was a whole nother level. This wasn't the first time he'd done this, as he claimed he was a 'little forgetful'. I truly gave him an unpleasant piece of my mind that day, and I'd absolutely do it again right now if he could hear me, if I wasn't too busy gagging. Another thing to mention was the brown skid mark down the bottom centre of his boxers, which was so repulsive to look at that it almost made me puke. How could he be wearing these? Him of all people, especially when I'd been there?
Whilst I was to busy focusing on the stink and sight however, I didn't even notice Oscar pulling the bed sheets over us both, unknowingly trapping in with his stink ass. I could hear him shuffling around, getting comfy. I had to get out of here, I needed to lift the covers quick.
"At least I get some peace now. Oh yeah, here it comes." Oscar muttered to himself, snickering a bit. I was confused as to what he meant, when I saw him lift his ass to the side a bit.
BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Oscar proceeded to cut the most disgusting (and first) fart I'd ever heard from him. The droning, booming sound of it rung out under the cover magnified by the sheer size, might (and miniscule from myself) of his ass. I thought it was the most repulsive thing I'd ever experienced, that was until the smell of it hit me. Pure eggy, meaty unfiltered torture. It was somehow worse than his unwiped ass.
"Ahhh, finally." Oscar said in relief, leaning back down. I couldn't help but cough out loud on this, not that he could hear me. I couldn't believe he was acting like this. I'd always thought he was too beautiful to be capable of farting. Surely cute people didn't fart too right? However, as the smell was beginning to burn my nose hairs, I sadly had to come to grips with reality. I knew I was going to give him a serious telling off after this. It didn't matter whether or not he knew I was here, how dare he break wind in my presence.
As I was quickly looking for any kind of escape, I heard what sounded like a phone ringing. I noticed Oscar shuffle over to pick it up and answer.
"Hey, how's it going?" I groaned, as Oscar was talking on speaker phone again, something I'd always told him not to do. Was he ever going to learn? I also cringed when I heard who he was talking with.
"Yo dude, pretty good. Same with you?" The unmistakable voice of Kyle on the other end. I couldn't stand him, as he always acted so crass and uncouth. For some reason, Oscar found him to be a really good friend. I kept telling him to cut him off, but he never listened to me.
"Where's your boyfriend?" I rolled my eyes, how could he dare refer to me as some kind of object or something.
"He's gone man, I was trying to show him the shrink ray, but he didn't seem too interested. So he left." Oscar replied, sounding a bit put out. Oh how I wish I could let him know I was still here, mainly to get away from him, at this moment.
"Shame dude. Have you been trying my technique? I'm sure it'll loosen him up eventually." Kyle said relaxed, but also eagerly, sounding as though he wanted his idea to become reality (whatever idiotic thing it was).
"No man, I've been burping in front of him to try and loosen us up together, but he just gets so tense about it." Wait, did I hear that right? Oscar's disgusting acts were because of Kyle? If I didn't have anymore of a reason to hate him, I did now. The first thing I was going to do, when I got back to size, was cut him out of our lives immediately, no matter what Oscar said.
"Shame man, so you haven't even farted yet? What a stuck up dude." Kyle laughed, making me cringe.
"Yeah man, and because of that, I got some real demons saved up. Here, get a load of this." Oh no, surely he wasn't about to rip another unholy abomination. I had to stop him somehow. Unfortunatley, I was too late as Oscar (further to my disgust) seemed to bring the phone closer to his ass as he tilted to the side again.
FFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!
Oscar sighed, as he let out another repulsive boom of flatulence, rumbling his gigantic ass cheeks, still trapped under the bed sheets, with me nowhere to turn. The same eggy stink was only amplified from before, and it made my eyes water in seconds. What had he been eating? I thought I was trying to keep him on a diet.
"Damm, did you hear that one man?" Oscar lowered his ass again, sounding strangely proud of himself. How could he, after producing such an ungodly stink?
"Not bad, not bad. But come on dude, this is how a real man does it." I listened on in terror, as it sounded like Kyle put the phone to his own butt and let his own wet gas rip down the phone mic. To my revulsion, Oscar let out a laugh at this.
"Not bad man, but you should know better than to challenge me." And then, just when I thought the torture couldn't get any worse, Oscar and Kyle proceeded to have a conversation with each other, whilst trading their horrid farts down the phone.
Every few minutes, one of them would stop and tell the other to listen, before putting the phone to their ass to blow their ass gas, all the while one of them was unknowingly Dutch-ovening me beneath the sheets. It was pure Hell on earth and I felt like I was going to vomit. Despite the strong winds from the south, the covers wouldn't budge, no matter how hard I tried, and this wasn't accounting for me getting a little woozy from the lack of clean oxygen.
"Dude, those sound seriously gnarly. We've got to have another fart contest soon." Kyle said down the phone. Another? What on earth did he mean by that? Surely this wasn't a regular occurrence Oscar participated in with... him of all people? The revelations I was leaning about him were making me almost as queasy as his gaseous fumes.
"Yeah dude, wait till you get a whiff of them too." Oscar proclaimed almost smugly. I was shocked, as I almost never saw him act this happy about really anything around me anymore. Why was it acting like this that seemed to perk him up? I needed to fix him more than I thought. "But it's just... you know, what if my boyfriend catches me? You know how he is about gas."
"Man, fuck that. If you're own boyfriend won't let you do what makes you happy, then what kind of relationship is that? Anyway, you know what I think of that stuck up douche?" Kyle paused for a second, before I heard another loud fart from Oscar's phone. Oscar giggled guiltly at this response.
"Yeah, I guess." What did he mean he guessed? Oscar wasn't really anything without me. If he was with someone like Kyle instead, he'd be a foolish, gassy buffoon. He needed me to keep him in check.
"Like thinking about it, he's always felt pretty controlling. He won't even let me pass gas around him, which just makes me so uncomfortable. I haven't even felt that happy around him anymore because of that. He barely even wants to listen to me." I was shock, I couldn't believe my ears (or maybe they were just effected by the booming flatulence I'd been enduring the past few minutes). Was this seriously the reason he was so upset nowadays? Because he couldn't act like a disgusting, flatulent pig? If that's the case, then I'd certainly be dumping him, once back to size.
"I'm going to be honest man. If you can't even feel like yourself around someone who supposedly trusts you, then that person just isn't worth chasing." Kyle responded, sounding both somber and genuine. This sounded like it cheered Oscar up.
"Yeah, you know what, you're right. Thank you dude, for always being there and helping me out." Oscar sounded cheered up, making cross.
"No problem man, say how about tomorrow we go get a coffee. After that you can come back to my place and we can discuss how you'll dump that loser." Loser? How dare Kyle even think of referring to me that way! I should smack him right up the face. "And, you can stink up the place as much as you want, although I'll wish you luck dude. Competing with me after a cup of Joe will be quite the challenge." Kyle let out a snigger, which Oscar giggled back at.
"Yeah, I love the sound of that. But I pity you, if you think you can outcompete me." He teased, making me gag even more. "Let me give you one last sound of what to expect." He said teasingly, before leaning his ass to the side again. Please God, no-
BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRTTTTTTTTTT!
I was vibrated on the spot from the shockwave emitting from his behemoth backside. Covering my nose barely seemed to work any more, as Oscar let out a giggle.
"Hah, not bad, but I think I'll easily be able to top that. See you tomorrow, hope the breakup goes alright. And if he gives you any stress whatsoever, just send me a message and I'll be sure to give him a visit from the Butt doctor." Kyle punctuated his awful joke with one last flatulent blast down the microphone and a disgusting laugh.
"Oh I'll be sure of that, perhaps I'll give him my own little visit, just in case. It would feel so cool to finally 'clear the air' with him at last." The 2 then chuckled with each other, before saying their goodbyes and finally hanging up. I couldn't believe I'd been dumped whilst trapped, nearly at the size of an ant, next to my ex boyfriends windy bottom. This felt like humiliation of the highest order.
Well, I couldn't let him stand for this. I had to let him know of my presence down here, force him to bring me back to size, scold him severely for his actions and break up with him myself. I bet he was going to look so foolish. But I had to do it quickly, as I felt on the verge of collapsing. So, I decided to try kicking him on the ass (despite how far away I wished I could get from it), in a last ditch attempt to get his attention.
"Hmm, what's that?" Oscar called out sounding confused. Finally! I seemed to get his attention. "Is there a bug or something under there?" A bug? I, a mere bug to him? How stupid was he? Nevertheless, hopefully this meant he would lift the covers and set me free. "Heh, what a pity, you came a bad time, stupid little thing. Time for you to smell the rath of Oscar's ASStermination." He chuckled almost maniacally. I was confused before staring in horror as he began to lower his underwear, exposing his putrid, foul-some ass.
I'd seen his ass before, but on this level, it was too much. I sprinted as fast as I could towards the end of the sheets, begging that perhaps this time, I'd be able to escape. Sadly, Oscar was now holding down the blanket, trapping me inside the sheets in with his backside.
"Alright, little creature, prepare to feel the wrath of my lunchtime omelette, hgnn." I heard him grunt, sealing my fate. Also, an omelette? I thought I told him not to eat that kind of foo-
Dear lord, the smell!!! The pure shockwave!! It was putrid. I swore that if they hadn't been held down, I would've been blown straight out the covers, into the wall. The sheer force and power behind it, especially now without the cover of his already stinky boxers. It ragged on for a good 10 seconds at least. It was so booming and bassy that it almost left my ears ringing (though that was perhaps from the size difference between us). How was he still this gassy, even after ripping ass for the last 15 minutes or so? I was puzzled by this, until the smell hit me, and it was definitely the worst of it yet. His signature eggy stink was especially strong with this, along with a stench of absolute garbage. I truly felt like this was going to choke me out.
"Hah, get a whiff of that you pathetic creature. Heh, that felt good, perhaps I'll do that to my ex boyfriend when I see him for the last time." Oscar giggled to himself. My jaw would've dropped in disbelief if I wasn't busy nearly choking to death on his noxious gas. I felt like kicking him out of frustration, until I realised there was a chance he thought I was still conscious, and would blast me again.
Once satisfied with my torture, Oscar then proceeded in shuffle around getting himself comfy before falling asleep, no doubt ready to dump me soon, still leaving his bare ass on full display for me to see, and the rest of his fumes seeping out between his cheeks. Little did I know though, despite being asleep, that his gas tank was far from empty and I still had much left of his butt thunder to endure, on top of his now loud snoring.
As I was blasted with yet another Dutch-oven blast, I couldn't help but wonder what I ever saw in him that I thought was worth fixing. What a fool I was, was my last thought before I finally passed out on the fetid miasma. Little did I know, that once he woke up to find my shrunken self there in the morning, I betted that would certainly be in for a very unpleasant experience indeed.
Trying something a little different this time. Gotten a few requests that I really liked the sound of and decided to experiment with it.
I've never written a micro/macro story before, so this was fun to have a go at.
“Hey, can you hold this step ladder while I fix this?”
You can’t believe how lucky you are. The opportunity to get up close and personal with his giant, muscular butt, given to you without even asking. You walk up behind him and grab the sides of the step ladder, your face so close to his perfect ass that your nose is almost in his crack.
“Hold on tight.”
You grip onto it like your life depends on it, not willing to let this opportunity go.
pffffft.
Your nose hair burns from the rancid gas that escaped from his ass. It’s nasty! You instinctively lean your head back trying to escape the smell, your grip on the step ladder loosening ever so slightly.
“I said hold on tight!”
You tighten your grip again and lean back in towards his ass. He shifts his positioning on the step ladder so that he can reach further, then when he is stable he pushes his butt back, smothering your face in his cheeks. You can’t believe that you’re getting even luckier.
“Just need to get in the right position to reach this…”
He pushes his butt back further, your face now even deeper between his cheeks and your arms at full stretch as you hold on desperately to the step ladder.
BRRRAAAAAAAP!
His foul gas blasts directly into your nose and down your throat. You can taste the whey from his protein shakes on your tongue. With your arms at full stretch there’s no escape from your noxious prison.
“Yeah I’ve been smashing my protein goals lately, but it’s just made me so gassy.”
FRRRRAAAAAAAAP!
He inflates your lungs with his rotten fart. You thrash your head fighting for fresh air, but it’s no use.
“You wanted this ass so bad, well now you’re going to get every last bit of it. Ha!”
He grabs the back of your head and pushes your face so deep into his ass that you’re practically kissing his hole through his shorts.
Opinions on a farting story where the farter is unaware they are farting on someone. Eg: being asleep/drunk
It can honestly depend on the situation.
Not a huge fan of drunk, but would be open to sleeping. Or if they're just casually blasting ass either alone or with a friend, openly causing a huge stink, whilst someone is suffering nearby unknown to said farter(s)
I would loveee another dutch oven story, have you ever dabbled in micro/shrinking stuff? Your style of the characters being unwilling is my favorite kind. Mirco plus dutch oven would be a dream come true!! They're hard to come by these days.
Honestly wouldn't be against writing a story with that premise, quite like the sound of it. Perhaps someday if I get the chance, I might see what I could come up with.
I'm currently trying to write another story rn, but once that's finished, I'll see what happens :)
You paused, fork almost to your mouth, as your ears were assaulted by the horrific sound of your flatmate Wilson in the bathroom. You wished that he would warn you before he needed to use the throne, cause then you'd have been able to escape before it was too late. You probably would've left now, if you weren't in the middle of eating.
BBBBBBBBRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!
You couldn't help but physically cringe from the booming flatulent noises ringing from the bathroom, that were unfortunately magnified by the porcelain toilet and the tiny cramped apartment. The rent in this place was so cheap, it was all you could afford, even if it meant the kitchen and bathroom were all stuffed into basically the same area, with only a door and thin walls separating the 2.
It was impossible not to gag at least a little as you heard yet another fart followed by a ringing splash. You'd think you'd be somewhat used to it by now, but somehow it always seemed to repulse you. It was always made worse by his loud, shameless grunting, not to mention the often childish, school boy laughter afterwards as well. He was just so damn proud of his toilet wrecking habits, for whatever reason.
Every time you tried desperately to take at least one mouthful, you were interrupted by a vibrating fart, a plopping sound of a rock landing in a pool, and/or a shameless groan/giggle putting you off your apatite for a bit. It probably would've been put right off altogether, if you hadn't heard this so many times before. You just wanted to have some food, then you could evacuate the place.
Finally, after what felt like at least an hour, you heard the toilet flushing, which should've made you relieved, but couldn't because it meant you knew what was coming next. The door then opened, and you were hit with the stink of Wilson's bathroom bomb. He strode out the door looking satisfied with himself. He was wearing absolutely nothing, except for his classic white boxers. You weren't going to demand him to put something on, as he was almost twice your size in terms of muscle and near height.
"Phew, God damn man, you don't wanna go in there for a while. I know how weak your nose can be, and I bet you'd probably get knocked out. So, I'd probably give that a day or so, maybe. Sheesh, That's what a good protein meal and gym sesh will do to you, just goes right through me. I mean... did you hear me in there? I felt like I dropped over a pound, hahaha." Wilson snickered, proud of his 'achievement'. He never showed an ounce of shame, and it only disgusted you all the more. You didn't know what would put you off your food quicker, the sounds, the stench or his detailed descriptions of the aftermath. It had become such a nightmare that you'd now always resorted to using the ones in the bar next door to your flats, after yours would become uninhabitable, after Wilson was done with it. They didn't smell too great either, but you'd take them any day over what was waiting for you back home.
"Seriously man, I would say that was a record breaker of a dump, but I don't think that was even my biggest one this week. And I thought I was gonna bust the plumbing, hahaha." He let out another disgusting laugh, as you cringed again. You'd lost count of the amount of times you'd had to call the plumber to deal with his 'clogging'. You practically had the same regular guy visiting every other week at this point. Apparently Wilson got along with him quite well and he'd even congratulate him as he 'didn't often see a guy with such skill'. Sometimes you felt like the only sane person around him.
"Anyway, outta the way man. I need to get some food in me, gotta keep my build up, you know." He barged past you, over to the fridge. "I need some more protein, cause I'm planning on going to the gym again later-, wait a minute." He paused before snickering.
"Hey bro, pull my finger." He presented his index finger to you. You groaned, as if he the current stench in the air wasn't pungent enough. Wilson didn't even give you enough time to respond, as he simply shrugged at your disgust, and pulled it himself, cocking his leg a bit.
FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT!
The room reverberated with the sound of his post dump flatulence, no longer blocked off by the thin wall (not that that usually did any good anyway). The stink of his eggy fart was now making things a bit too much, that you almost dropped your fork. Wilson just let out chuckle, as your suffering on his 'products' was always amusing to him, as he bent over to root around for some food in the fridge.
As you finished gagging, you turned around to see his back to you, which was an immediate mistake. His ass was now pointed directly at you as he bent down into the fridge, whether that was intentional of or not. On top of that, there was an obvious brown skid mark down the centre of the crack area. Wilson paid no obvious notice to your disgust, but you swore you could sense him smirking at your expense of his repulsive personality.
Finally, after a few more moments of gagging from your end, Wilson slammed the fridge door and turned to look you, with a face of mock dissapointment.
"Well, what do you know dude? Seems like we're out of good food." You knew he was lying, there was at least a enough left for him to slap a small meal together. But that's when you realised what you were eating. A nice salad, with a creamy, eggy dressing. That was the last thing you wanted to give to him, as it would absolutely turn him into even more of a stinky, nuclear bomb. You looked back up at Wilson, who was now staring down at you with a shit eating grin. You had a horrible idea what he was about to do.
"Hey dude, think you mind giving me that? I need something with some good protien for later. Be a pal, and give me that salad, would ya?" His grin was certainly intimidating, but you felt like holding down. You didn't fancy anything else in the fridge, and you were already a little behind on rent, so you couldn't really buy any other food. Wilson obviously noticed your hesitance, so he decided to press on further, in the worst possible way.
"Cmon bro, you're my buddy ain't ya?" He then proceeded to grab you round the head and embrace you in a rough, near chokehold like 'hug' with rubbing your head. Your face was now directly next to his musky, sweaty armpit, which reeked almost as much as his recent fart. It was difficult to breath without taking any of it in.
Honestly, you only lived with him cause it was the cheapest rent you could afford, although you considered living on the street as opposed to with him. Wilson only had you around because he loved having someone to pick on, as well as have control over, in his own "special way". He was starting to suffocate you a little before finally letting go. Realistically, that should've cracked you, yet a part of you still felt like standing up for yourself. When Wilson noticed, he continued to smirk, your suffering had always been a mere game to him.
"Seriously man, you know I need it more than you. After all I gotta keep this bod in shape." He then flexed his muscles, making you roll your eyes. However, he then turned around, facing his large, white boxer cladded ass directly at you. "Particularly, my ass man. It's my main meat, you know? Makes all the girls swoon and the guys cheer, don't you agree?" He swung his cheeks tauntingly from side to side. Whilst this may have been true, all you could focus on was that disgusting skid mark, along with the strong pong radiating off it. You didn't think this could get worse, but you should've known better by now.
BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT!
"Oh yeah, get a whiff of that dude!" Wilson sighed in triumph, as he began to gleefully waft the scent of his pungent blast towards you. You couldn't help but audibly cough as Wilson stared back at you, almost maniacally. "That's another thing, my awesome farts. The guys don't call me Windy Wilson for nothing, and that salad will give me just the fuel I need. My gas is just part of my charm. You wouldn't want me to loose my signature gassy stink... would you?" There was a playfully threating tone to his voice now, one that built up a sense of fear, even more than usual. Obviously, you wanted nothing more, it would certainly make everyday more 'breathable' so to speak.
"W-well, I mean, I do need-" You tried to utter some kind of comprehensible comeback, but the combined miasma coming from him, along with the bathroom, was overwhelming your brain. Wilson simply tutted, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
"It seems I'm not getting through to you. Here." And then, to your up most horror, he began to pull down his boxers, exposing his naked, musky, slightly hairy ass. As he did so, you were instantly hit with a new wave of 'aroma' that proved to you that he definitely hadn't wiped his ass properly, after dropping such a bomb. Before you could even think of escaping, he grabbed you by the head and began to almost shove your face into his smelly, bare, unwashed ass. It was pure hell.
BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRRTTT!
"Ahhhh, smell that? That's the stink of a true man. And if I'm going to keep it, I need some good protein food." You were struggling to escape the rotten fumes as they shot directly up your nose. You wouldn't be shocked if he singed off your nose hairs. "Now, I'll ask you politely one more time, cause you wouldn't like me when I'm angry, and believe me, I can do this all day." You then heard his stomach rumble ominously, making you whimper in terror. "But looking at you now, I think the message is getting through. Now, give-"
PPAAAARRRRRPPPP!
"Me-"
RRRRRAAAAPPPPPPPPPRTTTTTTTT!
"That-"
BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLAAAAAARRRTTTTTTT!
"-Salad"
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"-Please!"
You swore you would've been blasted across the room from the sheer force of his gas, if he weren't holding your head in place. The accompanying eggy, shitty stink of was so strong that you honestly felt like you were going to vomit. He'd never tormented you quite like this before.
Eventually, his butt finally came to a stop with a loud quack and let go of your head. You fell back onto the floor out of the chair, limp. You couldn't think of anything to say, being on the verge of passing out. Wilson simply pulled up his boxers, satisfied with your demise. He plopped himself onto the chair and picked up the fork.
"Thanks bro, knew you'd come through for me. Why don't you go get your own food somewhere else, I'm sure you can find something." He snickered at you, as you got up feeling dizzy, ears almost ringing from the blasts. "Also, you may wanna go somewhere else if you need to use the bathroom at all, cause that's not gonna be the only dump I take today, hahaha. Also, I've got some bros coming over for a party tomorrow and we're gonna need a judge for our annual fart contest. Appreciate it if you could help us out man, thanks." Wilson smirked at you, as you hurried past the biohazard that was 'his' bathroom and out the door, gulping as you heard him let out one last vibrating gas explosion onto the chair, complete with a another satisfied sigh.
As you walked down the stairs, into the sweet beloved fresh air, you honestly considered that perhaps living on the dirty streets might not be so bad after all.
'hehe, sorry little man, were having too much fun'
i was trapped, there was no way to escape, his powerful sweaty body blocked my exit, staring down at me with an evil grin as i lay helplessly in the cramped the locker. his cock and balls dangling right in my face.
it was only my first day too... i guess it was some kind of hazing, they were rough guys at this rugby club. i should have known what i was getting into... they acted friendly at first, but then they tricked me into getting in this locker and then trapped me inside. whooping laughter echoed throughout the changing room, as well as manly belches and terrifyingly powerful farts.
he turned around again and let rip into the confined space, jiggling his fat sweaty arse up and down and shaking them out right at me while laughing at my torment. i was sprayed with buttsweat as the fresh wave of hot smelly wind burned my nostrils and my ears began to ring from the sound
'tell you what...' he reached back and grabbed his cheeks so it looked like his ass was talking. 'give me a niceee big sloppy kiss, on the lips, and ill let you go' he spread his hefty cheeks revealing a puckered pink hole surrounded by a dense ringlet of black hair.
'you cant be serious...' i said.
'deadly serious' the ass replied 'but not at all silent!'
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id been in there for hours by this point, subjected to the farts of almost the whole club, i felt dizzy and i just wanted it to end.
'just one nice big sloppy kiss' the hairy pink donut winked at me again
'with tongue!' shouted some guy i couldnt see
'yeah haha... with tongue' he said, thoughtfully 'je suis un... how you say? romantique' he made his ass say to me in a sultry french accen before cutting another beefy frarp at me.
oh god... was i really going to do this? i couldnt see any other way out. i crept forwards towards the steaming jungle of his crack and pressed my lips against his pucker
'HAHAHAHA! oh my days, hes actually doing it!' he suddenly rammed his ass backwards, slamming my head against the back of the locker while farting directly on me, rubbing his sweaty backside up and down. i could feel the vibrations popping against my skin.
'still not feeling any tongue...'
defeated, i let my tongue hang out and brush against his anus as he ground his butt all over my face. it tasted like ass, theres nothing else to say, salty, grimy, ripe rugbyplayer ass.
'cmon, show some enthusiasm'
i began tonguing him more frantically
'haha, yeah, thats the stuff. hey, joe! get over here, hes actually eating my butthole!'
i heard loud heavy footsteps walk across the room. joe the giant he was called, he was famous. he grinned down at me, then dropped his towel.
defeated, i had no choice but to sit there and sniff up every booming fart he ripped into that locker.
You gulped, wondering what had forced you into coming back again for another day of work. Honestly, you didn't think you even had a choice at this point. You'd tried to find a new job, but no where else was hiring, your dad wouldn't listen to your complaints and you were in desperate need of money (no matter how repugnant you thought the job was).
You took a deep breath and headed through the door. Thankfully, the opening reception area didn't smell awful as you kept expecting, although that somehow made you feel even more nervous.
"Good, you're here." You slowly and nervously looked over towards Mr Blake, sitting at his desk. You approached him nervously. "Well, at least you're on time today, let's see if you can-" He paused to lean to the side a bit, squinting slightly.
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"-ah, keep this up, and you may just get a promotion." He continued, after casually ripping a loud, muffled fart into his seat pillow, and leaning back down again. You stood there a little a ghast. Did he really have to do that, when talking so formally? Actually, you didn't want to focus on that, the less you were forced to think about these never ending fart machines, the better.
"Y-yes sir." You tried to be obedient at least, hoping to get through this as quickly as possible, despite the fact that yesterday felt like it lasted forever. After witnessing Mr Brown use the bathroom twice more that same day, you figured you nose could be ready for anything by that point.
"Good to see your optimism." He said with a cheeky wink at you. "Now, you're booked into a session with Mr Richards today. He's got some important work today and couldn't come down to collect you. His office is just up the stairs over there and too the right. His name is on his office door, you can't miss it." Mr Blake pointed to a set of stairs down the hallway. "Now hurry along. I've got some important work today and I-"
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"-Need to focus on this appointment." Blake stated, leaning to the side, casually letting out another loud, muffled fart, again acting as if nothing had happened, and went back to his computer. You nodded and quickly hurried away, before the smell could seep out through the pillow under his large ass, and make its way to your nostrils.
As you were heading up the stairs, you tried not to focus on anything else around you, hoping that if you turned off your mind as much as you could and get through the day without choking on the noxious fumes wafting around the area. There were also some points where you tried to eye avoid contact with anyone else, in case they tried to steal you away for their own personal needs.
Eventually, you came across Mr Richard's office, and knocked, praying he would be out and you could make a hasty escape.
"Come in" You heard his cheery voice from inside. You sighed, realising it was ultimately useless but worth the hope, and headed in.
As you expected, the room reeked of the classic rotten egg miasma you really wished you hadn't become so associated with. And in pride of place, at the centre of the room, sat the big, bulky man himself, Mr Richards, typing away on his computer.
"Oh hey there, good to see you. I was wondering when you'd get here. My bum's so chatty this morning, and he has some bad breath." He smiled gleefully, as he leaned to the side.
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"Ahhh, see what I mean. I think it was the beans I had for breakfast, I had quite a few helpings, and now I'm paying for it." He giggled, as you gulped in horror from the rumbling bass and fresh wave of potency. You didn't know how he was exactly 'paying for it', when he didn't seem at all effected by his own bowel brew.
"Could you just sit down behind it and muffle them for me please? I need to focus on my work, but I just keep tooting, and it's a bit distracting. Thanks." You gulped, knowing there was no turning back now.
You crouched down behind him, your eyes widening in both terror and amazement as you stared at his large backside, almost bulging out of his white khakis (though you guess you shouldn't be too surprised, as pretty much all the workers looked like this). You try not to gag as the stink got stronger when closer to the source.
"Goodie, now don't worry. I think it should last about an hour or so, but breakfast does make my tooshie rather chatty. Actually, every meal does that to me, so who knows how long it'll go for." He said nonchalantly, shrugging to himself, which made you tremble. And then began the long morning of you pressed into Mr Richards musky, revolting ass, as he ripped fart after fart on you.
It was truly repugnant, reeking of beans, eggs, meat, and god knows what else. Your mind was too scrambled by the almost deafening noise of his flatulence to fully pay attention to your own thoughts. To make it worse, Mr Richards would occasionally make some kind of comment, either before or after letting it rip on you, whilst giggling like an immature school boy.
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"Did someone leave the window open? It's really windy in here."
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Oooh, did we get a new pet duck?"
"Oh, Incoming!"
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"Bomb's away"
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"Oops, that one just slipped out... nah, only kidding. Hehehehe"
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"Wow, I sure am farty today."
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"Wow, sounds like you two are having a good chat down there."
Oh hey, pull my finger. Oh yeah, you can't reach. Don't worry, I'll do it, hgggnnn...."
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He just seemed to keep going, almost never running out. On top of that, his immature, childish "jokes", whilst he chuckled as if they were the funniest thing ever, made it so much more unbearable (as if the pungency wasn't bad enough). If it weren't for that aspect, you probably would've thought Mr Brown was worse, but the deliberate teasing was just adding so much more gas to the fire (pun intended?). You'd lost track of time, but you were pretty sure it had been at least over an hour by now.
"Ok, ok, I think it feels like my butt's finished now, so that means you can-"
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"Oh no, wait, I think that was the last one-"
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"Or maybe it was that one? Ok, I'll stop-"
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"Starting now-"
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"Or maybe now-"
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"Hmmm, my bum just keeps going, doesn't it? I guess I'll just keep going until it really stops. Sounds like a good plan to me." He settles down, rubbing his ass, burying your face further in as you whimpered, wondering what you'd ever done to deserve this.
Finally, after what felt like days, but was probably only a couple more hours (that you somehow hadn't passed out during), Mr Richards cut a fart that sounded and felt dangerously wet. After a few seconds, he stood up, finally giving you some air. Despite the room pretty much smelling almost the same, you would've taken it any day over the direct source.
"Uh oh, I think I need to poop." He said, in an innocent childish tone. You just starred, shocked that a grown man was acting like this. "Come on, let's go. I think you're gonna wanna see this, it feels like it's gonna be a record breaker (at least for this week, I think)." He dragged you with him towards the bathroom, with a happy spring in his step. You felt yourself shiver from what you were probably about to experience.
There was no way you were going to make it through even a month, a week, maybe even another day, before choking to death on the stink from at least one of these monsters.
Finally got another part of this out.
Apologies for the long break, I've been extremely busy with so much stuff, so I hope you're able to enjoy this and that it makes up for the long gap. :)
I've got a few more story ideas in mind, including a potential part 5 of this story, so look forward to those when I finally pull myself together and get them done in 2029.
Hello! I hope you are well and I want to let you know that I like your stories.
One of them is about a cruel "real man" stepdad who fart tortures the narrator, is "pathetic" stepson.
I have a comment and have no idea if those ever make it back to you, so I wanted to message you directly.
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I wonder if there will ever be an extension or sequel to this.
I really love this story and the elements of domestic dominance between stepdad and the main character.
If I were to write it, I could imagine things being taking a bit farther if the stepdad believes he's being disrespected or disobeyed. I'm a straight guy and I have to admit that the first time I ate ass, I was completely dumbfounded. Totally blindsided by the guy who was dominating me.
The absolute shock was something that I can't even express in words.
(I'm not suggesting hard scat or anything like that.)
I'm just thinking that if you don't want to write more of this one, would you allow me to write a fan sequel?
The general plot could be that the stepdad catches the stepson drinking, tells the stepson to kiss his ass and he means it - a full butthole make out session (maybe a joke about his stepson & his ass kissing and making up). The stepson really gets into it, so his stepdad instates daily mandatory rimming or post-gym bodyworship.
It could go a million different directions at that point. This is just an idea that's been stirring in my mind since I first read this forever ago.
Take care and happy holidays.
I always had ideas on making a follow up to the Step dad story, but never got around to it (at least not yet)
So, feel free to write a sequel if you want to (so long as it remains mostly the same spirit as the original). This also goes to anyone else who may feel like making follow ups to any of my other stories, if you want to (again, as long as the character's already existing personalities from the first story aren't changed too much in your version, thanks)
Also, I'm really glad you enjoy my stories, it means a lot to hear that, and I'm hoping to post some more, at some point in the future :)
They had a perp waiting to be questioned. He was high up in a drug cartel, his capture had taken a year long operation. If they could get him to talk they could go after the whole thing and shut it down. They just needed the right persuasion.
These two men were the best interrogators. They had a secret weapon. Lock them alone in a room with the scum bag and theyd fill it up with so much of their gas they'd be singing like a bird. Like a canary down the mines before the poisonous fumes took them out. This supplement shop was where they restocked their fuel, the protein powder would make the most horrificly wet sewage farts.
Thankfully they had mastered their craft to avoid causing any issues when it went to court. Their farts were always silent but deadly, so as not to be heard on the tape recording. On particularly need occasions they could heat up the room so much that the two way mirror and security cameras would fog up, obscuring any witnesses when they needed to get more...hands on. Best of all, no hardened criminal was ever going to admit to giving up his accomplices because they had been butt bombed!
Better take two scoops, this might be a long interrogation!
You sighed, leaning back into the large tub. This field trip wasn't exactly going how you'd wanted. You'd been trying your hardest to get the attention of at least get one of the good looking guys, but to no avail. Still, at least you had the room to yourself right now. Though you couldn't be asked to switch on the bubbles, cause you disliked them and found it distracting. So you just sat there in the clear, hot water.
"Oh, you're in here?" You jumped and looked behind you, to see Brad standing there, in nothing but his swimming trunks and flipflops. He looked a little annoyed, but you were too distracted by his perfect body physique. "You gonna be in here long?" He asked, sounding impatient.
You stuttered a little. You didn't want to leave as you finally had the chance to be in contact with not only one of the hot guys, but literally the hottest one of them all. However, he did look a little frustrated. But then you realised that perhaps you could wear him down and get chatting with him, and probably make a move on him, if you got lucky enough. So, you decided to stand your ground.
"Yeah, seems like I am, you wanna join?" You were trying your best to sound cool, with a sly grin. Brad looked unamused, but then you noticed a small smirk grow on his face.
"Sure, why not, this should be fun." You felt your chest leap with excitement. Wow, that was easy. Brad then kicked off his flipflops, and turned around to climb into the pool. As he turned his back to you, you got a full view of his large, bulging ass, contained barley within his red swimming trunks before he settled in. It left you flustered and unsure of what to do next, you didn't think you'd actually get this far. Yet, here he was, sitting just a few meters away from you, shirtless. You excitedly began wondering what kind of things you'd chat about toge-
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You stopped and looked around for the strange source of this sudden sound. It was deep and gave a strange vibration that reverberated around the tub. You bought your eyes over to Brad, who appeared to have a strange smirk on his face. You were about to question him about it, when you saw the bubbles arise around him and burst, leaving thick ripples in the water.
Surely he hadn't, had he? Not around you. It must've just been an air bubble trapped in his swimming trunks, or something. Perhaps, a faulty bubble blower in the tu-. You suddenly stopped to react with disgust as the rich stink of beef and vegetables. Brad looked over at you, his smirk widening.
"Oh yeah man, looks like that beef and broccoli burrito's finally kicking in. Time to get the real bubbles going."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Was Brad seriously acting so shamelessly like this? Perfect, sexy, enormous butt Brad?
This question was answered with an even longer roaring, underwater blast from Brad, with him leaning to the side and still having a smug look about him. This was followed by even larger bubbles, containing his rich, nauseating gas, flowing upwards and bursting at the surface of the water. You couldn't believe this, surely this wasn't happening? You wanted to wear him down, but not like this.
The stench then reached over to your nose once again, and you found yourself silently gagging on the rotten veggie scent. Brad appeared to take great pleasure in your reaction.
"Hell yeah, that's what I'm taking about. Let's get these bubbles going and get this party started."
He sounded so triumphant. How was this gross actions considered a party to him?
"You wanna help me out here? Though try not to push too hard, I've already had some pretty close calls just now, if you get what I mean."
He then let out a disgusting laugh. You looked over at him, shocked that he could even say such a thing. You shook your head, wanting to say more, but you were worried about opening your mouth with the pungent fumes floating around you. The thick heat from the pool was also only amplifying the stink from his flatulence for your poor nose. Brad picked up on your reaction and scoffed, seemingly unimpressed.
"Way to be a buzzkill dude, why do losers always have to be such wimps over a little gas?"
He then leaned to the side, pushing out another loud, bubbly ripper that let another fluctuate of bubbles into the water around him. Good lord, the smell... it was so repugnant, that you actually covered your nose and mouth. You wish you had a shirt on to block the scent a little easier, because your hand wasn't doing it for you.
"Whatever nerd, now either get out, or don't ruin our fun. Come on in guys, let's get this tub bubbling!"
Before you could even question him, about 7 or 8 other guys, all shirtless and in swimming trunks, barged into the room. You looked up in shock to see that it was all the hot, swaggering, sexy guys you'd been chasing over the field trip, now all right here in front of you, perfect looking bodies on full display.
"Smells like you got it going already, nice work man. Now come on, I got some good Steven stink bombs just waiting to fill up this tub." Steven said, sounding eager. Your jaw dropped, they couldn't be in on this too could they? Before you could even ask, they all clambered into the pool, sandwiching between you.
"Who's this dude?" Roger asked, making you sound like an insignificant object or something. Hearing them talk about you like that only crushed you more deeply.
"Don't worry about this loser. He ain't gonna be lasting much longer. Now then, let's get this tub going." Brad called out, to which the guys responded with cheers of agreement, followed by them all focusing and/or letting out grunts. Before you knew it, the tub was full of frothing bubbles combined with a stench so foul that you could feel yourself getting nauseousness.
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You couldn't bare this anymore, you had to get out of hear before the fumes fully overtook the room. You struggled desperately to leave, but you were too sandwiched between Harry and Chad, who had there arms leant over the side, leaving their sweaty pits directly next to your face.
"Awww, what's the matter, our pheromones not to your liking?" One of the guys asked in a mocking voice, causing the other guys to snicker meanly. You just coughed and gagged, not even able to give a response.
"Maybe he just needs a closer sniff." Another one called out, making your stomach drop in terror. Brad responded with agreement and suddenly began to shuffle around a bit. You were confused at first only to suddenly see his red swimming shorts float up to the surface of the water and your eyes widened in terror.
He was now completely naked, staring at you with a smug grin. Before you could even try to move, you felt Harry and Chad grip you from both side, brining you closers and Brad slowly turned around. His huge, bare ass floated to the top of the water, inches away from your face. Despite being concealed by the hot water, it still reeked of the recent farts that had been trapped in his trunks.
"Let's play a game dude, if you can guess what else I ate for lunch, you can go. But if you fail or pass out, then you get to stay here with us and be part of our bubble bath for the rest of the day. Doesn't that sound fun?" He asked, while tormentingly wiggling his at you. That sounded vile and you would give anything to get away from Brad and his repugnant ass (something you never thought you'd think), but what other choice did you have, being held here?
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Before you could even respond, a wet fart slipped out that you weren't prepared for. This time, it wasn't censored by the water, though it still left strong ripples around it. As you were assaulted by the meaty stink, your mind began racing, wondering how to respond.
"Oops, that one doesn't count, it just slipped out." Brad said with a menacing shit-eating grin. You couldn't believe it, you were already on the verge of collapsing into the gas infused toxic waste that was formally the pool water. You could hear the other boys sniggering cruelly at your expense. You shook your head and tried to get your head back straight.
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Another sound of flatulence filled the room, though you were a bit confused how this one sounded a lot more muffled than the previous one. Then you heard the bubbles popping and realised it hadn't even come from Brad.
"My bad bros, that café food is just bubbling inside me." Jake said from the side with a smug grin, not sounding even remotely sorry. Brad just continued smirking, whilst you coughed on the stink as Jakes eggy flatulence bubbles burst at the water surface and combined with the stench and heat of the room.
"It's all good dude, you know my motto. 'Better out than in'. But we want him to hear these ones." You struggled once again, but to no avail. You were begging for some sane person to walk in and save you from these farting lunatics, but that hopeful moment never seemed to come.
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Brad's blasting farts were so strong that they actually seemed to be filling up the entire tub, without any help from the other guys. Or maybe they were helping, who knows? You were so distracted by the paint-peeling stink, combined with the strong blowing wind, that you could barely focus on that. Some of the bubbles being blown around his ass made such a large burst that they splashed up and clung onto your face, further cementing the meaty fragrance into your senses. You felt like you were about to puke.
"Oh shit dude, I think he's passing out." Called out one of the guys, which led to a ruckus mean laughter from the others.
"Awww, really? But I was just getting- Hggnnn- started" Brad grunted, letting out another tsunami of pungent pool bubbles. It was too much, and you're body finally gave in. As you were collapsing into the pool, you could hear the guys cheer in triumph and Brad's success.
"Damm, guess the loser was weaker than I thought, still, I bet he'll make a great sweat rag in the locker room and a nice fart filter on the bus home. I call dibs on him first." Was the last thing you heard Brad say before passing out. As you passed out, the only thought you had left was your pure hatred of bubble baths.
Seeing how Jason got his own story, I figured I'd give one to Brad as well because why not. Also this story ended up being way longer than I intended it to be, lol.
I've always wanted to toy around with pool farts thanks to posts like this and this. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it (I promise to move onto new characters soon... maybe).
He had been on me for hours playing battlefield. Blasting farts on my mouth and laughing, chugging soda. He laid back deep as my nose slid farther in his dirty manhole as a wet warm stinky fart blasted over my face. I was bound, squirming, he didn’t wipe after shitting at the gym yesterday. He had a kill streak going as he wriggled his ass and bounced laughing. He liked it when his mic picked up the sound of his wet farts because his buddies kept laughing and sometimes farted back.
“Got something here for you faggot” he pulled his gym shorts down and rested his sweaty musky man nuts on my forehead. His asshole relaxed as he sighed. “So glad I can take a dump while I play, clean the rest of the house when I get done faggot”
A loud trumpet blast hits your face, an eggy smell making its way up your nose. A bet, it was a dumb bet that I didn’t think I could lose but here I am. A few inches from Brett’s bubble butt constantly blasting my face. Singeing my nose hair and blowing back my hair. Fogging up my glasses only for the spray of sweat glistening down his cheeks clearing the fog.
“Alright boys here comes another one” Brett says to his gaming buds on the mic.
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“Oh that one was smaller than I thought. Lucky y… “ A loud gurgle interrupted a Brett as a devilish grin grew on his face. You couldn’t see his face but you were shaking in fear of what was to come. “Guess your luck has just run out. Listen to this one boys” Brett says. The smell hitting you before you even hear the blast begin.
First it was dry and loud, akin to an orchestra loud and overpowering. A horrid smell but nothing you’re not already used to. After a two minute uproar it was still going strong but got quoted and wetter spraying your face with sweat. The air quality only getting worse as the smell of a barn begins sweeping throughout the room.
“You bro it sounds sick. Be happy y’all aren’t here!” Brett says laughing with each breath.
At minute five you thought it was over quiet apart from Brett’s laughter and then a sight of relief broke his laughter. A vile smell the worst thing you’ve ever smelled entered your nose. You kept gagging not being able to breathe until everything went dark. Brett still ripping for another minute before realizing he couldn’t feel your breath hitting his cheeks anymore.
“Oh look like he passed out. Well that doesn’t mean I stop”
would you ever write a story where the guys are embarrassed to be heard farting or using a toilet? maybe something where there are no stalls and no doors and they have to go in a very public place
Idk, honestly.
I'm not super into embarrassment (especially if it's from the farter/pooper), so I doubt I'd be able to do that kind of idea good justice. Sorry
Although, I do like the premise of toilets with no stalls or doors, and may do something with that one day, so it's not completely off the table. So, who knows?
