#hypno fart

[kipercrow]

Imagine Person A knocks on Person B's door, wanting to know if B would be open to speaking with them. B would've normally told them no, no solicitors and no to anyone trying to get yoy to join their church or MLM scheme. But something was different about them, something made B let A in, close the door and show them your living room.

A and B would talk about life, and what B's dreams are. It felt like all of the walls B'd normally put up for a stranger came down. The both of them were comfortable with each other, so comfortable in fact that A pushed a deep loud fart into your couch cushions. The two of them begin to laugh, A laughing louder than B. As the two continued to speak, A would let out farts of all sizes.

They'd smile after the bubbly farts, they'd lift their legs for the bassy farts, stand up and walk around to let out the rumbling farts.

After a particularly bassy wet fart, they looked at B and with a big smile asked a particular question. "Will you release with me?" In any other scenario B would've chuckled, rolled their eyes, and got away from this person. But A was different, A made B feel safe, A was funny, smart, and B shouldn't leave their new friend alone. So B lean forward and let out a huge fart.

B didn't need to fart before, B didn't eat anything to make them gassy, and yet here they just let out a fart and B wasn't done yet. Almost as if by A's control B pushed out small fart after small fart after small fart. A's smile grew and grew after each fart that popped out of B. B was confused, where was this gas coming from, and how much did they have left.

A held B's hand and pushed their butt out and started letting out a long growl of a fart. B looked into A's eyes and heard their voice soothe them into comfort. The confusion and anxiety passing by as the small farts from B started growing into longer farts, soon A and B were farting in unison.

A was a member of a fart cult, that used supernatural powers to give their recruiters gas. B had just been succesfully recurited and A and B began letting rip bassy farts that would surely peel the paint in the surrounding room. Tomorrow B would be tasked with recuriting someone new with A, and they knew exactly the type of person that would let them inside their home.

[yaboymercury]

(Contains hypno if you're into that)

Ugh doing interviews is such a pain. The recent promotion was worth it for the pay rise but didn't make the job hiring any more fun. Luckily this was the last one of the day. You ordered your new secretary to send the final guy into your new office and you sat back in your clean new chair feeling happy with yourself.

You heard the door open and you didn't even want to look up.

"Hey, take a seat, I'm just finishing something." You dragged your mouse around pretending to do anything just to set up a power dynamic.

"Ah well I have places to be." You registered the snide retort as you heard him sit down. You looked up at the other guy staring back at you. He seemed familiar but you couldn't place it.

"Do I know you?" You bluntly questioned.

The guy smirked. "Yeah we were in high school together, don't think you were a big fan though." You stared back at this confrontational guy and picked up on his well groomed appearance. Oh shit he was that gay kid, yeah you kinda bullied him a bit but damn that was years ago.

"Ah well we're adults now," you tried to take a professional tone, "so you're looking for a job here?" You weren't in the mood for apologies.

"Oh wait before that." He cut you off before you could elaborate adjusting his position in his chair crossing one leg onto the other and lifting his butt up a little.

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The undeniable sound of a fart blew out into the chair and diffused into around the room.

"Phew that was a stinker!" He relaxed back into his chair taking a big sniff. So much for professional you thought covering your nose with a handkerchief. This didn't do much however as you'd already gotten a noseful of the interviewees cheesey stink.

"Not making a great first impression here." You condescendingly raised your eyebrows at the smug looking man.

"Are you sure, I think the stink is gonna go down a storm." He winked as he lifted up his ass again making you grimace.

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"Whew gotta love it!" The man took another inhale of the putrid smell which was tainting your once fresh office. You unfortunately got another whiff yourself and the rotten smell even got in your mouth making you wretch.

"What kind of weird revenge, I'm calling securi-"

"Nuh uh!" He got up cutting off your threat and bent over pointing his ass right over your desk.

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The blast blew your hair back and it was the worst smell yet making you gag and unluckily breathe in a massive amount of flatulence. And just then your body began to feel sluggish.

He leered back over his stinky ass at your plain expression. "Ah third time's the charm." He chuckled.

You willed you arm to reach for the phone but your body wouldn't move. Your mind was racing but you had lost all control of your physical being. Your former classmate was now sitting on the desk ass pointing at you as he smiled down at you.

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The hot quiet rush of stink was aimed directly at you forcing you to suffer in silence unable to hold your breathe. "Ah when you torment people in high school I assume you never take into account mind-controlling farts but here we are?" He laughed down at you. You could tell he could see the suffering in your eyes based on his malicious gaze. "Whew and such a toxic brew as well!" He wafted the seemingly never ending SBD in your direction while leaning over to get a good sniff himself.

He stood up finally cutting off the fart. It seemed like your office was now hazy from the rancid smell permeating every corner. "Okay let's switch seats, its my turn to interview!" He playfully smiled as he watched you pull yourself up and walk over to the other side of the desk and sit on the polluted chair. It was a horrific sensation, you could still experience every sense perfectly, unfortunately smell included, but you were in control of none of them. You moved as you normally would but it wasn't you doing it, it was like someone was playing you in a game.

"Yeah it is scary, but you deserve it." He broke his playful tone giving you a much more serious look. Could he read your mind or was your fear just that obvious. "And no I can't read your mind, fart sniffing slaves like you are just easy to read." You wished it would wear off but no matter how much you willed it you weren't moving.

"Your company posting your promotion really was a death sentence for you." He sneered at your mournful eyes. "Which is why I've got an even better position for you." He reverted back to his maliciously playful tone. "So first your gonna walk out of here and say that you're quitting from the stress, then you're going to call your family and say that you've always been gay and you're moving far away to live with the man of your dreams." As he began to give the orders your eyes trembled. What kind of hell was this? Could he really make you do all that? "But of course that's not true, after selling all your assets and transferring them to me you'll need something to do!" He grinned evilly, your heart was sinking so deep it felt almost as painful as your stinging eyes and intoxicated lungs. "So since your face looks so comfortable I think you'll serve a much better purpose in this world as my fart cushion!" He seemed ecstatic to inform you of your fate while you wished for this nightmare to be over. "Any of my foul fragrance which I think needs a second set of nostrils to appreciate will be yours to sniff." He rubbed his stomach. "So how about a trial shift to finish this interview?"

He stood up once more and turned around. "So you want the job?" Everything inside you was saying no but the potent pheremones controlling you thought otherwise.

"Of course!" Your voice replied eagerly and your face twisted into a subservient smile as your body climbed over the desk and you nestled your nose between his tightly covered cheeks. This was when the level of control he had over you sunk in. This was real. The maniacal laughter coming from your new boss solidified it.

"Ah don't worry the first day on the job always stinks!"

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