She fell asleep late (it was a weekend) and awoke with her face between a pair of denim-coated asscheeks, a pair she remembered well. She felt a rumble on her face- BLLLLLLRRRRRMMMPP- her sister had just cut one of her signature bubblers on her face. Sarah cringed at the prospect of smelling it, but was surprised to find a sort of sweet aroma, like cedar wood or pine. If you are under 18 (or under 21 in some areas), or you are offended by, or cannot legally view this type of material where you reside, or simply do not wish to be exposed to such materials YOU MUST LEAVE NOW. She felt an itch on her butt, so she reached down to scratch it. While her hand was down there, she felt the need to fart again. She let it out on her hand, both liked and was grossed out by the feel of it rumble out over her hand. BRRRRRRMMMMPPP She felt disgusting to admit it to herself, but if it wasn’t for the cruel smell, she would actually enjoy pushing out farts. The smell hit her and she coughed. Her lungs burned. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to be facefarted with that potency. She thought of how it must have smelled to be that old woman. She deserved it for cursing her, and she loved the thought of how terrible it must have been for her. She pushed out two more small pops and imagined that old hag’s face being there, and all the other people who had been mean to her over the years. She imagined forcing them to smell her stinky, inhuman(e) farts all day, punishing them for their cruelty. Sarah couldn’t believe her sister was actually calling these bad! They were almost pleasant! She remembered her own gas problem when she felt a tiny bubble pressing against her ass. She pushed out a series of hard pops- PRRUP PRUP PRP PRUP- Then she understood- she was so used to her own terrible gas that her sister’s no longer had an effect on her! Her sister caught wind of the fart and began coughing. “GROSS! Was that mine?!” she cried, looking appauled. Sarah used her sister’s temporary confusion to get out from under her ass, and pushed her down onto the bed. She sat down onto her face, her ass covered only by the thin panties she had slept in, ready for some revenge for all the farts she put up with.

Sam loved this girl. Well, maybe love wasn’t the best word- but she did love the immense gas this girl had. Sam had always had a fetish for farting, and she had discovered that she was bisexual several years earlier. She looked for every opportunity to use the bathrooms at school in the hopes that one of the other girls would fart in there- she had even gone out with one of her friends, who she had “converted” into the fetish. And then there was Sarah- she cut the most powerful farts sam had ever smelled- including her own. It had been torture over the night, listening to her farts and smelling them from so far away- even though they spread powerfully and potently, they were never the same as directly from the source. then, PRRRAAAAAPPPP- she let loose a gigantic, slightly wet ripper. Sam sniffed loudly, seeming to like the fart as well! “How unusual” thought sarah, but she wasn’t going to question the motives of the one lifting her burden. Sarah felt a rumble in her gut, she had to fart- she was terribly shy about farting, she rarely farted in front of her parents. She would find an empty room and let it rip as quietly as possible. Fortunately for her, though, she only farted about five or six times a day. This one would be he her first today, and she couldn't hold it anymore, she had been holding it since lunch at school. She walked into the corner as far away from the old woman as she could get before letting it out slowly in tiny, quiet pops and the occasional wet toot. She decided to unleash all of her pent up gas and splatter her sister’s face. She had ripped splatter farts before, by accidentally pushing too hard. Now she would do it intentionally. She pushed her weight down and squeezed out the last of her gas- SPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRLLLLLLTTTTTTTT- it was clearly wet, and sarah almost stood up to run into the bathroom to wipe. She stopped herself in time though, remembering the stink that would await her if she did. “I’ll make you a deal sis… sniff my farts until the smell is gone, and I’ll let you go. If you lie and I stand up and the smell gets out, then I’ll just have to keep you here for the rest of the weekend…” she slowly ground her ass into her sister’s face, to emphasize the point. She relished the tiny, soft squishing noise it made as she smeared the fart stained panties over her face. She giggled as she heard her sister take a deep, long sniff, undoubtedly in an attempt to get rid of the gas faster.Her mother walked in and coughed on the fumes (though they spread through the house alarmingly, the smell was most concentrated closer to the source), she tried to wave the smell away. “your sister just called,” she said, “ she’s coming over for a few days, so we’re making up the guest bedroom for her…. And from now on, do you think you could warn us before you have to…flatulate?” she asked, embarrassed. “the smell is pretty bad, and we would like a head start…” Sarah simply flushed and looked away. At dinner, her father brought up her curse again. “ Sarah, we want you you to know that we still love and respect you, even if you have this… illness. We still accept you and will stand by you through it. Ok sweetheart?” Danabelle with a sad face said “I’m sorry don’t leave me, I know I’m gross.” To which I reply, “It’s okay Danabelle, I’m not leaving cus you farted but because I really need to pee (which was true)”. enough!" yelled sarah, surprised at her own wrath. She pushed the old woman into the wall with her ass, smothering the old woman. "you will tell me how to cure it, or I'll tortue you with your own stupid idea of power!" she yelled. The woman though for a second and replied- Sarah had been holding in her gas since her mother had asked her for a warning- she was to nervous and shy to say it. The gas chose this moment to erupt into the hard wooden chair. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTPTPTPTPtttpptt- it lasted at least 7 seconds and the stink filled the room before it stopped rumbling out of her petite body. Her tail, which she left untied as her family now knew about it, tensed as she released her blast. Aside from the fact that she had just busted massive ass (or helped by it), she looked extremely cute, her face flushed from embarassment and the massive amount of gas she had released. Her parents promptly stood up and rushed out of the building, not daring to reenter for a good 6 minutes. If only she had a permenant fart-sniffer, to keep away the smell… but who would ever do that? She would have to pay hundreds for someone to go through that sort of torture…

pretty smelly down there, isn’t it sis?” she asked, returning her sister’s taunts. She pushed out another short one. BRRRRRLLLT BBRLLLT BLLLT She wasn’t sure if this was phyiscally possible, considering the pressure and volume that must be between her asscheeks and sister’s nose. Then again, skunk tails weren’t a common occurence either. Sarah returned home, clutching in her hand the placebos she knew would do nothing. Her mother insisted that it was medicine and that it would help, but Sarah was smart enough to realize that there was no such thing as skunk-tail medicine and that they had undoubtedly given them sugar pills or vitamins to make it look like they knew what they were doing. She ran up to her room to watch TV or do homework, as she did every night.no, I'm fine" said sarah. She had almost finished her salad when she felt the urge to fart again, and it was powerful. She jumped up from the table and ran to the stairs. About half way up, the urge reached it's pinnacle, and she stopped to avoid letting it out. She lifted her leg to take another step up, but the movement caused the fart to slip out into a quiet, juice-filled rasp- PPPPLLLLPRRRRRMMMMVVVVVVVVTTtttttt- she managed to quell the tide at half, and gasped as the smell reached her- she could not get used to farts this stinky, each one burned her nose and lungs; she thought she was going to die. Within seconds, the smell hit the downstairs dining room, and she heard her parents coughing and choking, blaming eachother for the powerful stink. She ran to her room, embarrassed. She untied her tail and laid in bed, feeling disgusting for her horrible fart problem. The other half of the fart which she had managed to subside began churning again. The smell was already potent in her room, and she didn't care anymore. laying sideways to avoid crushing her tail, she let it rip into her blankets. PRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTSLPLLTTT, she cringed at the liquid-sounding ripper. The aroma hit her hard, being all pent up in the blanket. She burrined her nose in her pillow, but the incredible fart permeated through the fabric and into her lungs. She eventually went to sleep, between gut-wrenching farts. BBBBLLLRRRNT, BRRRRMP, BLRT, PRRRRIIIiiiiIIIPP- she let loose a series of moist farts into her bankets, each one filling the entire house with intense sulfur. During my time in university I met this nice girl, let’s call her Danabelle. Before meeting her my friends called her “Gordita” based off of her physique. She was a 4”11 chubby American girl with nice brown hair and a boisterous personality. She had a nice apartment that was passed down from her parents, that all my friends used to chill at before heading to the club.

Weeks later, in between classes, I see Danabelle walk towards me and a group of friends. We were all smoking cigarettes and drinking coffees outside the building. She directly asked me if I can roll her one. I oblige and begin rolling one of my signature rolls. As I’m putting the tobacco and filter in the paper I hear her talking about how much her stomach was hurting her that morning and sits down on the floor Indian style. She begins moaning and rubs her tummy as I hand her the cigarette.She went downstairs to eat, her parents had brought home pizza. She decided that greasy food would be a bad combination with her already disgusting gas, so she made herself a salad. She pondered for a second and wondered if it would have even hurt- she pinched the skin of her new appendage and winced at the sting. Yes, she could feel it. She could also wiggle it about a little by concentrating on it. She sat on her bed, her tail unfurling behind her. She felt another rumble and decided to let it out before thinking about it- she lifted her right ass cheek off the bed and PPPPRRRRMMMMMMMMMSPLRRRRRRBBBLLLRT- it started as a moist, long toot and ended on a deep bubbly note. She recoiled in horror, remembering her last fart. This one was just as smelly ,and she gagged when it got to her nose. She tried fanning it away, but to no avail. She got up and left her room, moving to the other end and downstairs of her house. It wasn't long before the entire house was full of the potent aroma, and the stink lasted several minutes before finally dissipating. All the while, Sarah gasped and coughed on her own disgusting fart. The stink must have come from being skunklike, and she was sure she had been cursed by the fortune shop woman.