I’m 28 and for the past 10 years I’ve been working my ass off, building my business from the ground up. Now I own the biggest shipping company this side of the country.
After entering my office and booting up my computer my personal assistant, Bernard Wright (or just Bernie to his friends) enters with 2 coffees. “Here you go Boss-man. A coffee, black; just how you like it.” Bernie says as he hands me one of the coffees
I thank him and take a sip. The taste of my favorite black coffee fills my mouth along with a pungent, bitter taste that I am quite familiar with. With a side glance I see Bernie watching me with a lopsided grin.
I look up at Bernie, who’s standing over me while I’m seated in my chair, and address him. “Bernie you remember we have an important meeting with Mr. Wade in an hour. Will you be ready?”
Bernie’s lopsided grin remains as he gives his stomach a pat. “Oh I’m ready. I had two egg Mcmuffins for breakfast and you know how those things mess up my guts. Here let me give you a reminder.” With that Bernie spins around.
Today Bernie is wearing a blue button-up shirt and a pair of white slacks. When Bernie spins around I see that his pants are accentuating his infamously huge ass. As usual it looks like he has two melons stuffed in the back of his pants.
With Bernie turned around and his bubble butt a foot away from my face, he hikes up his right leg and grunts.
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Bernie rips a 4 second fart right in my face. The stench of rancid meat and onions floods up my nose and has my eyes watering.
“I-I believe you Bernie.” I say through some coughing.
Bernie sighs in relief as he wafts his butt fumes towards my face. “Ah, I’m glad you approve Boss-man.”
I dismiss Bernie and he makes his way on out. Just before Bernie opens the door he arches his back, pushes his ass out in my direction and…
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Bernie rips a 7 second bubbly fart that echoes around my office. I’m once again thankful that we’re the only two people on the top floor. The noxious stench of his ass fumes quickly spread throughout the room and has me gagging.
“Ah, enjoy that Boss-man” Bernie says before he leaves. I feel myself growing harder as I breathe in his farts. Hiring him two years ago was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
When I first met Bernie he was fresh out of college and looked like any other hot frat boy. He was applying for the position of my PA and I hired him. He had some decent experience but honestly his looks are what helped him beat the other applicants.
During his first week Bernie was nervous and on his third day it happened. While entering my office he dropped some papers. When he bent down to pick them up he ripped a huge fart. At first he looked embarrassed but it went away when he looked at me. Something in my expression must’ve revealed something. After that Bernie would start farting in my office whenever he entered. And soon after that he was bold enough to start farting on me multiple times a day. It was mutually beneficial. I simply enjoyed it and the act of farting on me built up Bernie’s confidence.
Over the next couple of months we got closer and I learned a lot about him. I learned that he calls his farts Bernie bombs and used them to run his frat. To Bernie nothing makes him feel more like an alpha than ripping a Bernie bomb in some dude’s face and making them cough and gag.
Eventually we learned that his Bernie bombs weren’t just good for… entertaining me; they’re also useful in the workplace.
My thinking on this ends as my office door opens. Bernie enters followed by Simon Wade, who I have a meeting with. Mr. Wade takes a seat in front of my desk while Bernie stands next to me.
I get right to the point, “Mr. Wade it’s come to my attention that you push all your work onto your subordinates while you simply do nothing. I think it’d be best if you just quit.”
A look of outrage crosses Wade’s face. “This is ridiculous! They’re probably just lies from people under me trying to steal my job and you’re a fool to believe them. I’m not quitting so you’re just going to have to fire me!”
I smile, expecting a response just like that. “How about a deal Mr. Wade: if you can stay in my office for the next 5 minutes you can keep your job. But if you leave my office before the time’s up, you’ll quit.”
Wade looks confused but agrees to my terms. Bernie takes that as his cue to begin. He takes a seat in front of me, on my desk, with his back facing Wade.
I start chatting with Bernie, “How’re you doing today?”
“Not too good, as I said before those two egg Mcmuffins have really been messing up my stomach.” Bernie leans forward, pointing his ass at Wade, and grunts.
Bernie aims a 5 second, trumpeting fart right at Wade. The effect is instantaneous. “Holy Hell, that smell is atrocious!” Wade cries out. That Bernie bomb wasn’t aimed at me but it still spreads around the room and I get a nose-full of its eggy stench, so I get Wade’s sentiment. Bernie and I continue, ignoring Mr. Wade.
“Wow that’s bad” I say as I wave my hand in front of my nose.
“Oh trust me it gets worse” Bernie strains out as he scrunches up his face.
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“I-I think I’m going to be sick” Wade says, sounding queasy.
Bernie rubs his stomach with a pained expression. “Sorry to tell you this Boss-man but those were just little guys. Here come the big boys.” Bernie closes one eye and lifts his right leg.
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“Ah, and I still have some much gas. I can do this all day… NGH”
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“My apologizes Boss-man but I can’t stop. Your office will probably be uninhabitable once I’m finished… UGH”
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A plethora of monstrous farts come roaring out of Bernie’s ass and heading Wade’s way. The air becomes heavy with Bernie’s noxious butt fumes. Tears are streaming from Wade’s eyes and he is a coughing mess. Eventual he grabs my waste basket by him, shove his face in it and it sounds like he’s dry-heaving.
“I-I’m begging you, please stop.” Wade pleads, voice muffled thanks to the waste basket.
Bernie gets up and makes his way around the desk as he says, “Save everyone some time and just quit already Mr. Wade. Here, even though you’re quitting I have a big severance package just for you.” When Bernie reaches Wade he turns around, putting his big bubbly ass within a foot of the side of Wade’s face. Bernie reaches back, pulling Wade’s face out of the basket and shoving it into his thick ass. I watch as Wade’s face sinks in between Bernie’s meaty, slack-covered globes. I can’t help but feel slightly jealous. Bernie takes a deep breath and grunts.
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Bernie rips a massive, 20 second fart pointblank in Wade’s face. Bernie sighs in relief before shoving Wade back into his chair. This time, Wade actually vomits into my waste basket. With shaky legs, Wade stands up and staggers out of my office.
“T-this isn’t w-worth it, I q-quit” Wade says in defeat as he escapes my Bernie-nuked office.
Even though my eyes are stinging from Bernie’s lingering farts, I give him a big smile. “Excellent work Bernie”
Bernie gives me a devilish grin. “I’m not done yet Boss-man. It’s your turn to get Bernie bombed in the face. Don’t want you getting jealous.”Bernie says as he walks back over to me.
When Bernie reaches me he turns around and juts his ample rump into my face. He reaches back, grabbing the back of my head, and shoves my face into his bulbous ass. I feel his warm, fat cakes molding around my face.
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Bernie rips a 17 second, trumpeting fart that ends on a wet note, pointblank in my face. It reeks of digested cheese and raw sewage, putting me in a coughing fit.
Bernie turns around and watches me suffer with the same devilish grin. “Will that be all Boss-man?” he asks cheekily.
“That *cough-cough* will be *cough* all” I dismiss him.
Bernie nods and takes his leave. He rips a small poot with his every step as he exits my office. pfft, rrhp, fwrp, bbvf, prmt… poisoning my room with more of his butt stink.
Sometime later, Bernie re-enters my office with a takeout bag, and I realize it is lunch. I push my work aside as he sets a Cesar salad in front of me.
“Uh what’s this?” I ask unable to hide the disappointment in my voice.
“It’s a salad Boss-man. Remember you said you wanted to start eating healthier” Bernie says with a smirk.
“Well yeah, but I was hoping for something with a little more flavor.”
Bernie shakes his head with a fond smile. “Relax boss I’ve got the perfect thing to spice up your salad. Imma top this with something a hell of a lot better than ranch or vinaigrette.”
Bernie grabs my salad and pulls it to the end of my desk, in front of him. He then undoes his pants as he turns around. Bernie pulls his pants and boxers down just below his ass. My pants tighten at the sight of his bare, fat, jiggling globes. He then takes a step back, eclipsing my salad with his titanic butt. Bernie’s ass cheeks flex and then relax.
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Bernie drops a 6 second Bernie bomb right onto my salad. “Ah, this’ll definitely flavor up your lunch Boss-man… FRGH”
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Bernie proceeds to saturate my salad with two, back-to-back, vile butt bombs. His signature eggy butt stench permeates through the room. Bernie sighs in relief as he pulls his pants back up. “Bon appétit Boss-man” Bernie says as he hands me my salad.
I take a hesitant bite and I’m nearly floored by the taste. It tastes like it’s been drenched in his ass sweat. Thanks to the bitter and salty taste I can stand eating the salad. It’s a little annoying that Bernie’s eating a double cheeseburger across from me but he needs to be locked and loaded for business later.
After lunch I change into one of my back-up, clean-smelling suits. I have to go downstairs and I don’t want to be reeking of Bernie’s butt fumes in front of my other employees.
Bernie and I take my private elevator down a few floors to visit my newly developed social media department. They’re four recent college graduates who’re supposed to be building up our presence on social media but I’ve yet to see them contribute anything. People who have passed by their office have let me know that they’ve only seen them goofing around.
When I step into their office I see the four guys standing in a circle talking and laughing. I look around and see that none of their computers are even turned on. As soon as the four notice me they look alarmed and rush to their desks, booting up their laptops.
I’m completely infuriated. I turn to Bernie. “Will you please deal with them?” I ask him.
A mischievous grin pops on Bernie’s face and he gives me a nod.
I exit the room and post myself against the wall next to the door. Bernie shuts the door behind me; locking himself in the room with the four.
I hear Bernie’s voice coming from the other side of the door. “Gentlemen, you made a big mistake by angering the boss because now you’ve got to deal with me… GGRH”
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Bernie unleashes a 7 second fart upon the room and I hear his four victims’ cries of disgust.
“What the fuck” “Oh that shit’s rank” “Fucking disgusting” “I think I’m going to be sick”
Their outbursts do nothing to deter Bernie from ripping more of his backside outbursts.
“Oh you’ve smelled nothing yet boys we’re just getting started… NGH”
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“You guys need to learn that when you get on the boss’ bad side you have to deal with my backside… UHGH”
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The doorknob starts jiggling futilely. “What? Are you trying to escape? Well now I got to fart directly on you for that.” I hear a heavy thud against the door and then Bernie grunting.
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“Oh dude you shouldn’t be crawling on your hands and knees. It puts your face in the firing lane of my Bernie bombs. See what I mean… FRGH”
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“You know what? What the hell! Face farts for everyone! You’re up next big guy—and in you go… HGH”
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“Ah, your turn and please do keep your mouth open. I love the sound of my farts when they echo down someone’s gullet… HRGH”
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“Hmm now that I think about it, you against the door, I farted on you but not in your face. I need to rectify that. Don’t want you feeling left out. Get down there—and in you go… NNGH”
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The sound of Bernie showing his victims no mercy has me sporting a semi. Thankfully no one passes by. After a moment of silence the door opens revealing Bernie. Behind him I see my four employees on the ground, barely conscious, and coughing and twitching.
Bernie looks back, over his shoulder. “Just so you guys know I’ll be stopping by randomly every day. If I find you guys slacking off again then you’ll have some more of this.” Bernie leans forward, sticking his ass into the room, and scrunches up his face.
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Bernie rips a loud, 9 second, quacking fart. His victims groan as another wave of his ass gas washes over them. Bernie closes the door behind him fart boxing the four, and we head back to my private elevator.
“Great work Bernie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I praise him as we get in the elevator. As the doors close I look over and notice that Bernie’s frowning. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“This is all wrong. You walking around smelling fresh and clean and not of my farts is so unnatural.” He says, shaking his head. “You better say goodbye to your nose hairs because I’m about to butt bomb the hell out of you.”
Bernie presses the emergency button bringing the elevator to a stop. He then grabs me by the shoulders and backs me into the corner.
Bernie spins around and backs his plump ass into my midsection, trapping me in between himself and the elevator wall. Bernie balls his hands into fists and starts grunting and straining.
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“Gonna bake it into your skin; make sure you smell like my ass for the next couple of months”
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“You’ll have to take multiple tomato juice baths just so you can smell tolerable once I’m done skunking you”
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Bernie is most certainly not done with me yet. He turns around, places his hands on my shoulders, and shoves me down onto my knees. He then spins back around and thrusts his slack-covered, ample ass right into my face.
“I said I’d destroy your nose hairs and I’m a man of my word… GRRH”
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“These bad boys are gonna be the only thing you’ll be able to smell for a while… GGHH”
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“Uh-oh I’m sorry Boss-man but I feel a nuclear Bernie bomb heading your way… UGH”
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Bernie keeps ripping one massive fart after another on me; each one viler than the last. The stench of his hellish gas is inhuman. Bernie rubs his ass all over my face before removing it. All the air in the elevator is tainted with his noxious ass gas so I’m getting no fresh air. I’m gagging, my eyes are burning, and I feel completely out of it.
Bernie starts the elevator back up and we continue our ascent. When we reach our floor Bernie has to help me to my office. I’m not 100% sure but I think Bernie farts on my hip as he helps me to my desk.
I’m still not fully there as I sit down but I do notice Bernie’s cheeky little grin. “Thanks Bernie but I really have to finish my work.” I say tiredly and dismiss him with a limp hand wave.
“Well I’ll get out of your hair boss but before I go: good luck getting your work done through this.” Bernie swivels his hips and juts his bubble butt into my face.
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Bernie rips a 7 second, trumpeting fart, pointblank in my face that has me coughing. His rancid butt bomb poisons my lungs.
Bernie wafts he ass fumes towards my face before leaving. “Haha have fun with that Boss-man.”
Bernie leaves me with a hard-on and in one of his signature and putrid fart clouds. After a few minutes his fart and my wood finally leave and I get to work.
I don’t know how much time’s passed when Bernie returns. “Boss-man the workday’s over, time to go home.”
I look at the time and see that its 7pm. “I need to stay and finish some things. You can go home Bernie.”
Bernie looks like he’s about to argue but I stop him with a raised hand. “Bernie once I’ve finished up here I’ll go home and get some sleep. I promise.” Bernie hates finding me here the next day, after pulling an all-nighter.
Instead of leaving, Bernie walks past me and looks out the floor-to-ceiling window behind me. I get back to work, not paying him much attention.
After a few minutes of silence Bernie gains my attention when he says, “Damn will you look at that big, beautiful moon”
I spin around in my chair to see the view. I find Bernie with his back to me and his pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles. My vision’s dominated by Bernie mooning me; his bare, pale, bubbly cheeks just inches from my face.
I look up and see Bernie looking back at me, over his shoulder, with an impish smirk. With one hand Bernie reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks giving me a close up of his winking pucker. With the other hand he grabs the top of my head and quickly pulls my face into his meaty bare butt before I can resist. My face is easily consumed by his big ass as I feel his doughy globes pouring over the sides of my face. I grunt as I feel my nose poking his asshole.
From above me I hear Bernie say, “If you’re not going to take care of yourself Boss-man then I’ll have to intervene. Like it or not I’m about to put you into a deep, long sleep… NNGH”
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“A warm glass of milk in gas form is just what the doctor ordered… FGH”
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“Haha your struggling is only gonna make you succumb to my Bernie bombs faster… UGH”
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“Oh I have so many Bernie bombs left and you’re going to smell… GRGH”
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“You might be the boss but we both know that this big fella is in charge. Right now, my big butt wants you to go to sleep and whatever he says goes. HGH… Nighty-night Boss-man…UGH”
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Bernie vents one monstrous fart after another right up my nose, making me hard as a rock. His last fart is gargantuan; it lasts 35 seconds long. The stench of digested meat and spoiled milk is overwhelming and I pass out. Just before everything goes black, I cum in my boxers.
When I come to I find myself laid out on the couch in my office. Bernie must’ve placed me here when he knocked me out. It must be early because the sun is just starting to rise. As I sit up I check my phone and see that I have a new text from Bernie.
Sorry I had to do that Boss-man but I had to make sure that you actually got some sleep this week. I also noticed that you had a bit of a wet spot in your pants as you blacked out. Look Isaac I really like you a lot and would love to take you out on a date. If you aren’t interested or find this unprofessional then just don’t bring this up and I’ll forget about it
Also I farted on your couch pillow for like 15 minutes after I put you to sleep. If you’re hungry for some more of my Bernie bombs then you can sniff on that until I come back in tomorrow.
I pick up the pillow and bringing it to my face. I recoil from the vile stench; it has me gagging.
I reply to Bernie’s text.
Bernie I never asked you out because I didn’t want you to feel like you had to with me being your boss; but you asking me out changes things. I’d love to go out with you; how about this Friday?
And would you be so kind to have another egg Mcmuffin for breakfast this morning. I’d really appreciate it
I lie back down on the couch and cover my face with Bernie’s butt bombed pillow. I slip back into unconsciousness, huffing Bernie’s toxic butt fumes.
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