just a cushion

Girlsmell that makes you feel a little drunk when she gets close to you and teases you for being aroused.

Girlsmell that tastes just a little bit sweet

Girlsmell that has a hint of *something else* you can’t quite place

Girlsmell that makes your eyes glaze over when you put your nose to her pits

Girlsmell that slowly reprograms your brain to crave her scent like a drug

hot, hissing, silent fumes pumping out, stinking like a sulfur factory, fumigating the room immediately they spread so fast

it was soooo fucking gross...it's a little embarrassing how much it turned me on when he knelt down and let me touch and knead his pretty ass...he is twinky but has such a great ass i was rly sick in the head about it even before I knew he'd be farting

i really couldn't stop myself from pressing my tongue against his asshole and just...worshipping and savoring how gorgeous he was. we had some greasy fast food earlier but I was still totally beside myself when he farted for me...there was one particularly long and really wet-sounding one, i was truly with no hesitation just taking them in my mouth and he loved how eager i was to have them <3 they smelled and tasted super gross i was genuinely in heaven it was lovely

it was my first time doing anything fart related irl so I was a little worried I wouldn't enjoy it but oh my god i have not been able to stop thinking about it...we did it again a few days later and I'm still riding the high of how awesome it was

"Give it a kiss" "What?" "If it's really all clean, that shouldn't be a problem right? Give it a kiss."

your first declaration of "one." is confident and slightly challenging, albeit still tinged with the inherent embarassment of being in such a situation. her cold, narrowed eyes are set on you from over her shoulder, though her lips tip up slyly, like she's ready to absolutely destroy your resolve.

ten minutes of snacking on cheese puffs and sipping a seltzer later, she pulls you into a coat closet. you don't need directed this time, sinking to kneel behind her and eagerly nuzzling your nose into the cleavage of her ass. it bubbles and vibrates against your nose and mouth and you inhale the poignant reek deeply before softly groaning out a, "four." you linger there as long as the stench does before heading back out, nervously glancing at suspicious partygoers.

just outside the porch door, you huff her swampy crack and heady gas and you moan despite yourself, sniffing shudderingly as your face absorbs the impact of a repugnant, warbling fart. "twelve." your voice wavers ever so slightly, your mouth waters at the tantalizing stench, and your pants begin to feel far too tight.

you're becoming much more spacey in your conversations with other partygoers between being your girlfriend's cushion in a sort of growing intoxication from her smell, your mind focusing on the anticipation of not knowing when she'll pull you aside again. the wetness that's been accumulating between your legs is becoming uncomfortable and impossible to ignore. thankfully, your girlfriend seems to picks up on this, because she frees you from the conversation and pulls you up the stairs.

in a guest bedroom now, door locked, your girlfriend guides you to the side of the bed, where you sink to the floor with your back against the mattress and head tilted up, heart pounding and cheeks red. she wiggles her hips in your face teasingly before plopping the doughy mounds of her ass onto your face, engulfing your features fully. a wet, rancid fart drums against your face for several seconds straight, warming your skin and giving you goosebumps. you sniff and sniff and sniff before remembering you'll be reprimanded if you don't speak up, so you begrudgingly pull away and exhale a breathless, "twenty-one."

you prepare to stand back up and return to the party, but your girlfriend's hand on your head stops you. "you've been so good, muffling all my farts for me. i'd be so embarassed if anyone heard or smelled these." at that, she ripped more rancid, burbling ass against your nose ("mmmh... twenty-two."). "thank goodness i have your face, baby. nobody likes sniffing my ass like you."

you make a desparate, pleading expression up at her. "yes... yes, i do," you begin, breathless and embarassed at first before your voice raises as your eagerness bubbles to the surface, anxious to please her in a bid for some sexual relief. your hands reach up to fondle her cheeks through her pants, peppering little kisses near her crack. "i like sniffing you."

she seems pleased with your response and affectionately ruffles your hair before gripping it and forcing your snout right back into her ass. "listen to me, now. i want you to touch yourself as i let the rest of my farts out in your face. you're going to huff them all up, and you're going to keep counting. and don't stop even as you come."

the finality of her declaration as well as the juxtaposition between her kindness and her domineering authority had you reeling. you nod fervently into her crack, reaching down to begin playing with yourself, suddenly keenly aware of how pent up you were. she begins her onslaught, any remaining gas she'd built up from her constant snacking at finger food slipping out with no exertion required. they rumble against your face, warm and thick and with nowhere to go but right up your nose. your work yourself up as you murmur out numbers loftily, your brain not much more than static fuzz as hot brassy and bubbly sounds fill your head.

at twenty-seven, she holds your head firmly in place and your eyes roll back, moaning between every sniff. her farts are deep and bassy and purr against your face, settling on your tongue and saturating your lungs.

at thirty-three, she pulls her pants down just under the heavy folds under her cheeks, revealing smooth skin and a candy red cotton thong, stained maroon with sweat. you're leaking through your underwear as she rubs your face up and down in the cushiony, slick valley of her ass, her farts vibrating your skull with their intensity, the heavy reek now like a dense fog around you.

Someone on their hands and knees, begging you to let them sniff your ass and whatever happens to slip out of it? Inhaling the musty smell of your (preferably unwashed) butt, tonging your hole like their life depends on it, and thanking you profusely when you fart down their throat? Sniffing up everything gleefully because they just need it so badly, they’re so desperate, can’t you see? Please, just keep letting them rim you and help empty all the gas from your stomach. It’s mutually beneficial! They get to rim you and inhale your addicting scent as their mind practically melts from all the deep blasts they’re getting point-blank to the face, and you get to relax as they work on ridding you of all that gas, eating you out like a starved man!

imaging being the secretary for the head of a big company, who is very stern and strict because she must be taken seriously. never appears with so much as a hair out of place.

you're always doing coffee runs for her, getting her lunch, things like that. you're a little surprised the greasy food she always requests, but who are you to question it?

one day you come in at the end of her lunch break, and you hear her let out a groan as she leans back in her chair.

"something wrong?" you ask innocently.

"yes, actually, i could use your help." you fail to notice the mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "come here."

you shiver a bit under her commanding voice, and move to the side of her desk she's sitting behind. "I need you to crawl under my desk for me."

"what?"

"are you going to help me or not?"

as you crawl under her desk, a bit cramped, she pushes her chair further in, boxing you in with her legs. your eyes widen as she hikes up her tight pencil skirt and pulls her panties to the side, exposing herself to you. you watch as her asshole twitches, letting out a soft puff of air that you immediately smell.

"i have a meeting coming up this afternoon, as you're well aware. but i cant have the room stinking when it does."

when you open your mouth to question what exactly that means, you feel her grab the back of your head and pull you forward, lips pressed against her asshole. you gasp, and right as you do, she pushes out a bubbly fart right into your mouth. you cough and try to pull away, but her grip on you is too tight, there's no room to scramble backwards either.

by the end of the afternoon, you've become intoxicated by the smell and sound and taste of her. your coughs and gags have turned to moans with each fart - especially when you behaved well enough that she slipped her heeled foot between your legs and let you grind against it.

Girl waking up with the feeling of their subs warm back pressed against their chest and a disconcerting pressure in their gut, gas threatening to let loose.

They groan and slowly move to unwrap their arms from around their girlfriend, careful not to wake her, and sit up. Placing a hand on their stomach and feeling the deep rumbling of their intestines, they glance over to their subs resting face. An idea hits them.

I mean, the gas has gotta go somewhere, right?

Their sub is sleeping peacefully, lips parted ever so slightly and blissfully unaware of what her dom has planned. They carefully take their sweatpants off, desperate as they feel their stomach gurgle, and look down at their underwear, considering it.

"May as well," they giggle inwardly "she'll be swallowing it all anyway"

Ass now bare they begin to crawl to straddle their girls body and hurridly hover their ass over their subs face lest they let loose prematurely. Theyre facing the headboard as they look down at their girlfriends eyes which are closed so delicately, so unaware, too distracted by whatever dreams steal her minds attention.

They reach around to part their subs lips further with their thumb.

After lining their hole up with the girls open mouth they sit down with a sigh, stomach rumbling one last time as they finally relax. They dont hear the first one as it leaks onto her tongue, a silent wind of stench that serves as nothing more than a prerequisite to the upcoming barrage.

They dont even need to push for the fart that comes next, deep and wet, a good ten seconds of being deposited right into the unaware girls throat.

With a sigh, they relax and let loose a third

This one somehow wetter, they imagine their girls face as they tell her in the morning what theyd subjected her to. How she'd react to the knowledge she'd been so thoroughly stuffed with digusting gas and had done nothing to stop it. They hope she can taste it in the morning.

They grip the headboard and groan as a particularly big one escapes them which finally relieves their ache a bit, but not completely, they think theyll be here for awhile. Not that they mind, of course, their sub is here to swallow it all down afterall.

The next one pushed out is warm and utterly fills their girlfriends pliant mouth with a quiet hiss. They plug their girls nose for a second to ensure every last bit is swallowed, and swallowed it is as their sub sleepily and innocently gulps, still dreaming, no idea what it is she just did. Her dom moans.

But that moan of pleasure quickly becomes discomfort as their stomach ache returns and worse than before. As they press down further into their subs mouth they push and flex as hard as they can.

"God... fucking take it, gulp it all down" they groan.

A long, wet, bellowing fart is pushed and billows across their girls tongue as they feel the pressure in their gut soothe. Soon, they are empty, sitting up, they look down at the girls innocent eyes and her still parted lips and chuckle darkly.

Tomorrow morning will be interesting.

as you suspected, you're hauled off to the grand basilica on the institute's grounds. the nun enters a room, leaving you in anticipatory silence -- discussing your punishment, no doubt -- before she reappears with 3 other nuns in tow. they lead you down the aisle to a large, ornate, wooden confessional, with all 5 of you cramming into the interior and the door closing behind. you find yourself sitting on the floor with your head tilted back on the bench with two nuns sitting on either side of you and two standing above you, facing away.

their fat backsides straining against the thin black fabric of their habits wobble threateningly close to your face while you catch the faint traces of swampy musk eminating from them. the first rip comes from beside you, a bassy thrum into the wooden seating that echos back against the box. she tilts her hips, angling her crack towards you, letting the humid gas waft over your face. you sniff, cringe, and salivate at the smell. more farts begin sputtering from the other nuns, hot bubblers and fetid purrs permeating the confined air. you huff through your nose, the warm mingling stenches heating your face and nasal canal, the poignancy saturating your olfactory plate and expanding in your lungs. the urge to rub your thighs together is overwhelming, but you have to contain your lust in front of the sisters.

the two nuns standing lower themselves so their plush cheeks rest against your face, continuing to rip noxious, burbling farts that vibrate intensely against your skin. you bite your lip from under their fat cheeks, straining to hold back a moan as you deeply inhale the accumulating pungent steaminess. the wooden box is beginning to resemble more of a sauna rather than a holy confessional, the nonstop wet, muggy farts trapped in the space and marinating, the air thick and reeking. your face feels damp.