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I don’t know anything about the medical field or how hospitals work so please forgive my mistakes.

It's morning and I’m sitting at the kitchen table working on my laptop. I’m reviewing the presentation I’ll be giving at work today. So focused on this, I don’t take notice of the other person entering the kitchen. A hand cradles the back of my head and turns it. My vision is suddenly dominated by a wall of teal. Everything goes black as my face is shoved forward. Something big, bulbous, and pillwoy covers my face.

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A 5 second explosion goes off in my face, making my ears ring. My face warms up and the stench of rotten fish and onions fills my nose. 

Although this was a surprise, I’m used to this.  My boyfriend of four years, Carlos, is always gassy and loves to fart in peoples’ faces. But I’m his favorite target. With us living together, a day doesn’t go by where he doesn’t fart in my face an insane number of times. 

Carlos pulls my face out of his bubble butt. As I’m coughing on his fart still lingering up my nostrils, I can’t help but stare at his big ass being contained in his nurse scrubs. It’s like he has two throw-pillows stuffed in the back of his pants.

Carlos keeps his grip on the back of my head, keeping my face inches away from his ass crack. He gives his glutes a quick flex and once they relax he rips a small but smelly poot in my face.

“Ah, can’t let you go without your daily dosage of my ass gas.” Carlos teases as he lets go of my head and walks towards the fridge. My presentation is practically forgotten as I stare hungrily at his bubbly ass. His meaty globes bounce and jiggle with his every step. Carlos has a big, beautiful ass but the farts he loves to dish out are brutal. Since we first met, he didn’t keep it a secret that he was gonna fart on me a lot. Honestly, it helped me fall in love with him faster.

I look at my smartwatch and see it's time for me to head out. I walk up behind Carlos, and give him a kiss on the cheek. I see he’s toasting himself a bagel before his shift at the hospital. 

I turn to leave but Carlos coughs, gaining my attention. I turn to him. He braces his hands on the counter and arches his back, sticking his fat ass out. 

“I received a kiss goodbye but where’s Dr. Booty’s?” Ever since we first met, he always jokingly referred to his ass as Dr. Booty. Me and his friends’ faces know Dr. Booty all too well.

Carlos looks back at me over his shoulder with an arched eyebrow. “Timothy, you’re not leaving until you show Dr. Booty some love. Now you can do it willingly or I’ll come over there, tackle you to the ground, and sit on your face. The choice is yours.” Carlos challenges. 

I decide to poke the proverbial bear. “I-I’d like to s-see you try” I stutter out.

Carlos gives me a dark, wolfish grin. “The doctor is in” He says ominously, as he quickly strides up to me. As he nears me I remember how we first met.

FOUR YEARS AGO

I can’t believe my unfortunate luck. Me and my friends just graduated from college and to celebrate we went on a skiing trip. Unfortunately for me, on the last day, I broke my leg going down the slope. Now I’ll be stuck in this hospital bed for a week. Thank god I’m still on my parents' health insurance.

It’s my first night here and I’m bored and not too sleepy.

My attention is drawn to the nurses station located just outside of my room. Two male nurses are talking side-by-side there. They’re both fit guys who look around my age. As they talk I learn that the one with short black hair is Carlos and Josh is the one with short blonde hair.

“Hmm, I’m worried about Mr. Holland. I think the Doc should take a look at him.” Carlos says as he looks over some papers.

At first Josh nods but then he looks at Carlos with confusion. “Mr. Holland? Which patient has the same last name as me?”

Carlos smirks at him. “It is you dumbass. Dr. Booty will see you now.” Carlos swivels his hips and presses his butt against Josh’s side.

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Carlos rips a 5 second fart on Josh. It happens a few yards away from me but I hear it loud and clear. In fact I’m sure everyone on this floor heard that.

Josh groans and leaves the station with his hand covering his nose, after calling Carlos a ‘dick’, making Carlos laugh.

Carlos turns around and sees that I was watching all of that. He steps into my room with a sheepish smile. 

He looks over my information before saying, “Sorry about that Mr. Steiner. I assure you that even after what you just saw, me, Josh, and Dr. Lincoln got you covered. That was just me messing with my best bro. Oh I’m your nurse, Carlos, by the way.”

“Hi, you can just call me Tim, Carlos. And there’s no need to apologize, my bros love messing with me too.”

This eases Carlos and he genuinely smiles.

“Though this ‘Dr. Booty’ thing is new to me.” I add.

Carlos shrugs with a chuckle. “I’ve always been a gassy boy and I love to fart on a bud. You know how it is.”

I don’t know why I feel embarrassed or am honest with him. “Well I actually don’t. I’ve never been farted on in my life.”

At first, Carlos looks shocked, but then a lopsided grin forms on his face. “Well lucky for you Tim, the best in the game is about to pop your face-farting cherry.”

Carlos walks to the side of my bed, and declines it so it’s completely horizontal and my head is at his waist level. Carlos wheels around and my eyes widen at the sight of his insanely plump ass. It's so big; each of his cheeks are bigger than my head.

Carlos shuffles backwards and says, “The doctor will see you now.” Next thing I know, my face is sinking in his scrub-clad, blubbery ass. 

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Carlos rips a 7 second, growler-of-a-fart in my face that has my whole upper body vibrating. It reeks of rotten eggs and wet trash, and has me coughing.

I try to pull my face away from his ass but Carlos grabs the back of my head, keeping my face in place. “No-no, your appointment with Dr. Booty isn’t done yet. I got one more for ya… HGH”

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Carlos rips two back-to-back farts in my face, that stink just as bad as his first one. Carlos sighs in relief while keeping my face smothered is his ass.

“Ah, hehe, hold on, I’m not letting ya out just yet. Let's let my butt stink marinate.” Carlos teases as he rocks his ass on my face, grinding his fart into my pores.

Carlos finally lets my head out of his butt and I gasp for semi-fresh air. Carlos heads to leave. Just before he reaches the door, he looks back at me, over his shoulder, with an impish smirk.

“Hope you're ready, man. You’ll be getting constant visits, every night, from Dr. Booty while you’re here. We’re buds now after all.” Carlos taunts. He gives his butt a slap, making his meaty cheeks jiggle. Carlos snickers as he exits my room.

Once Carlos is gone, I notice I’m hard beneath my gown, and for the past couple of minutes I was ignoring the dull pain coming from my slung-up, broken leg. 

True to his word, Carlos returns again to fart in my face one more time. I fall asleep after. I assume he didn’t fart on me when I was sleeping. When I wake up, it’s morning.

NEXT NIGHT

It's my second night in the hospital. I’m lying in bed watching a crappy movie on the flat-screen mounted on the wall, in the corner of the room.

My attention goes to the nurses station outside my room when I hear talking. Carlos is talking with who I assume is Dr. Lincoln. It sounds like Carlos is giving the doctor an overview of his patients.

Dr. Lincoln nods. “Great work Carlos.” Lincoln gives Carlos a playful grin. “Now if you could stop farting on Josh constantly, you’d be perfect. I swear you’re gonna kill the kid.”

Carlos laughs, “Nonsense, Josh loves my farts and working alongside Dr. Booty. Come on Doc, who wouldn't?” Carlos spins around and twerks his ass at Lincoln, making his bubbly mounds bounce and clap against each other.

Lincoln scoffs, “I'm pretty sure I’m the only certified doctor on this floor, at the moment, Carlos.” he replies, dryly.

Carlos grins at Lincoln, over his shoulder, as he teasingly grabs the waistband of his scrubs, but doesn’t pull them down. “Well Doc, you could take a look at Dr. Booty's credentials. Just stuff your face in between my butt cheeks and take a gander.” 

Lincoln rolls his eyes and swats the back of Carlos’ head with a folder. “Back to work.” he orders before walking off.

I focus back on the tv, feeling my face heating up.

A few minutes later, I catch movement in my peripheral vision. I turn my head and my eyes widen. I can only stare as Carlos backs his huge ass into my face. I slowly feel my face sinking into his pillowy cheeks, smothering me. Carlos’ glutes flex against my face and then relax.

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Carlos rips two short but loud farts in my face, making me cough on his skunky vapors.

Carlos sighs in relief before spinning around, sporting a lopsided grin. “Ah, what's up bud? Dr. Booty saw you were awake and decided to give you your daily dosage of ass gas. Trust me, it works wonders.”

“Sorry for sort of eavesdropping earlier, but I gotta ask. Would you’ve really farted on your superior?” I question.

Carlos winks at me. “It wouldn’t have been the first time I farted on him. It doesn't matter what position a person I consider a friend holds, they're Dr. Booty's patient just like the rest.” Carlos gives me a devious little grin. “Speaking of which, Josh's in need of a check-up for tattle-telling on Dr. Booty"

I frown as Carlos grabs a chair from the corner and pulls it just in front of the open door. “Hey Josh, can you come in here for a second? I need your opinion on something.” Carlos calls out. Josh replies with “Sure”. 

Carlos quickly steps up on the chair with his back to the door. He bends at the knees, sticking his butt out. Josh walks into the room and comes face-to-face with Carlos’ scrubs-covered, bulbous backside.

Carlos scrunches up his face and…

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Carlos rips a 6 second grumbling fart in Josh’s face. Josh steps back and starts gagging. Carlos sighs in relief as he fans his fart-stink towards Josh.

“Ah, have a smell of that. That’s what you get for crying to Dr. Lincoln about me farting on you.” 

Josh rolls his watery eyes. “I wasn’t telling on you, I was just complaining to him as a friend earlier, after our shift, while we were having breakfast at Ihop.”

Carlos frowns at that. He reaches back, grabs the top of Josh’s head, and pulls his face into his bubble butt.

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Carlos rips a squeaky 4 second fart in Josh’s face, that puts him in a coughing fit. “Ah, and that's for not inviting me along for breakfast. Oh, I’m definitely farting on Lincoln the next time we’re alone.” Carlos says, sounding annoyed.

Josh walks out, angrily grumbling to himself. 

What the hell? Watching all that has me aroused. 

“Jeez, do you brutally fart on him like that all the time? No wonder he complained.” I joke, trying to ignore this strange feeling.

After getting off the chair and putting it back in the corner, Carlos gives me a coy grin, looking back at me over his shoulder.

“Oh, are you jealous there, Tim?” I know he’s teasing but his question makes me blush. “If you are, there’s no need to be. You got another appointment with Dr. Booty right now.” Carlos takes a few, quick, long strides backwards, bringing his titanic backside within a few inches of my face.

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Carlos unleashes a 25 second long, monster-of-a-fart, point-blank in my face. It's so powerful that it blows my hair back. It’s also so strong that it has his blubbery mounds rippling, and the seat of his scrubs flapping

My eyes are watering and I’m nearly coughing out a lung. Carlos sighs in relief as he wafts his lingering colon fumes towards my face.

“Ah, that should cure your little case of envy.” Carlos cheekily adds before leaving my room. 

All through the night I fall asleep and wake back up. When I’m awake Carlos makes sure to fart on me but we also talk. I enjoy talking and getting to know this insanely gassy and handsome night-shift nurse.

NEXT NIGHT

I’m really tired and out of it tonight. A lot of work was done on my leg today. Apparently it wasn’t healing correctly, but they were able to set it right.

I’m lying in bed, wondering when Carlos and Dr. Booty will be stopping by, when intense pain starts throbbing through my broken leg. I start screaming.

Seconds later, Carlos, Dr. Lincoln, and Josh run into my room. They ask what’s wrong? Still screaming, I tell them about the immense pain coming from my leg.

They look me over, and Josh says, “Of course, that idiot Keith forgot to refill his morphine before his shift ended.” 

Carlos growls. “Incompetent moron, I’m gonna butt nuke his eyebrows off the next time I see him.”

“Carlos you’ve got my permission to fart his face to hell. I’m tired of us having to fix his messes when we start our shifts.” Dr. Lincoln chimes in.

I’m barely paying attention because of the pain.

“Quick Josh, go get a sedative for Mr. Steiner!” Dr. Lincoln orders.

Carlos butts in, “No time, I’ve got this.”

Carlos walks up to the head of my bed, turns around, and jumps back, planting his ass on my face. My pain-filled groaning is muffled by his meaty slabs. 

I immediately panic, trying to shove him off, but he's staying firm, sitting on my face.

“Calm yourself Mr. Steiner. Just let my butt put you to sleep and we’ll help with the pain.”

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I fruitlessly try to displace his meaty cheeks covering my face, but his ass fat pours through my fingers, recovering my nose and mouth. And he keeps farting.

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Every fart he rips, poisons my lungs more and more. My struggling is becoming more sluggish by the second and my consciousness is fading. 

“That’s it Tim, stop resisting my farts and let them put you to sleep. Those are Dr. Booty’s orders… NGH”

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Carlos’ last fart is a juggernaut and more than enough to knock me out. My consciousness stood no chance against his skunky barrage of butt rockets.

I come to, finding Carlos fiddling with the IV bag next to my bed. He smiles down at me when he sees I’m awake.

“Hey bud, you’ve been out over half my shift, how are you feeling?”

“Better than before, the pain is mostly gone.” I reply.

Carlos frowns and shakes his head. “Yeah, Keith’s been let go. This isn’t the first time he’s done something like this. I only wish I would’ve farted on him like crazy, the last time I saw him.”

“Yeah, well since we’re talking about you farting, um thank you for knocking me out so quickly.” After saying this, my face is beet red.

Carlos smirks at me. “Dr. Booty is always happy to help.” 

Carlos bends down to whisper in my ear. “And don’t worry, I’m the only one who noticed you were hard when I knocked you out.” 

Completely embarrassed, I stare forward, not wanting to make eye contact with Carlos. Because of this, I fail to notice him bringing his butt right up to the side of my face.

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Carlos vents a 5 second fart, warming my left cheek. The sulfuric stench has me cringing. 

“Ah, me and Dr. Booty will check on you soon, Tim” As Carlos leaves, I watch his thick cakes bounce with his every step.

So my crush knows I have a thing for his farts. Terrific.

NEXT NIGHT

Today has been nice. All through the day friends and family have been coming to visit me and signing my cast. 

“Hey Tim” I turn my head and see Carlos standing in the doorway. But instead of scrubs, he’s wearing a leather jacket, a white t-shirt, and jeans.

I’m a bit confused, Carlos is here a little earlier than usual. “Hey Carlos, aren’t you here early? And where are your scrubs?” I ask.

“My shift doesn’t start until an hour from now. I know you’ll be released tomorrow morning so I came in early, when I’m not on the job, to ask you something.”

With a cocky smirk and swagger, Carlos strolls up to my bed. “Tim, when you leave tomorrow and are no longer a patient here, could I take you out on a date?” He asks with a confidence I wish I had.

“Yes, I’d love that” I nearly scream, barely able to contain my excitement. “Uh, and you're cool, with… how much I enjoy your um gas?” I ask, hesitantly.”

Carlos grins wolfishly, “Oh Tim, my farts are what chased off my previous boyfriends. I don’t hold back farting around and on them. In fact I love it. Because of this I think you, me, and Dr. Booty are a perfect match. I hope you're cool with a polyamorous relationship?” 

Carlos waggles his eyebrows making me laugh. “Ha, I think I’d like that. Um I hope it's cool that I’ll be using crutches for a bit.”

Still wolfishly grinning, Carlos says, “That’s in fact a great thing. That means, for a time, you can’t run away when I’m gonna fart on ya. And that’s gonna be a lot.” Carlos teases, making me blush.

Carlos makes his way down the bed until he’s standing in front of my healing leg. “I see quite a few people have signed your cast. I believe Dr. Booty wants to sign it as well.”

I hold my breath as Carlos turns around. He slowly and gently backs up, sinking my casted leg into his enormously big rump; nearly half of my leg is consumed in his ass fat.

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Carlos releases a slow, rumbling, 15 second fart against my leg. It warms the inside of my cast. The smell of rotten eggs and onions fills the room.

“Ah, I hope you enjoy the smell, Dr. Booty’s signature will be staying on your cast for a while, hehe.”

Carlos snickers seeing my face redder than before. “Ha, too easy. Make sure you're free next Friday night. You've got a date with me and Dr. Booty.”

“I’ll see you later, you're still in need of your multiple, daily doses of Dr. Booty’s ass gas.” Carlos teases as he gets ready to leave.

I stop him before he goes. I grab my phone off the side-table and offer it to him. “Here, text yourself, so we can have each other’s number.”

Carlos does this. Once he’s done, he smirks, not handing back my phone. The mischievous glint in his eyes tells me he’s up to something. 

Carlos turns his back to me, pulls open the waistband of his jeans, and drops my phone into the back of them. He then spreads his legs, bends at the knees, and arches his back, sticking his ass out. In this stance, his enormous backside is stretching his jeans to their limit. I can see the outline of my phone through his jeans, in front of his ass crack.

Carlos puts his hands on his knees and starts grunting and straining through clenched teeth. 

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A 45 second, behemoth-of-a-fart, thunders out of Carlos’ ass, leaving me in shock. Thankfully the door is closed and no one came in while he was releasing that monster.

Carlos sighs in relief and wipes the beads of sweat forming on his brow. He digs my phone out of the back of his jeans and tosses it to me with a wink.

“Thanks to the milkshake I had earlier, that fart should linger on your phone until next Friday. That puppy should help you until you see Dr. Booty again, next week.” Carlos gives his butt a slap, making his meaty globes wobble, and then leaves.

I never thought I’d think this, but I’m happy I broke my leg.

When Carlos’ shift starts, he makes sure to fart on a different part of my body every time he checks up on me, and saves my face for last. He also farts on Josh and Dr. Lincoln several times, at the nurses station, where I can see it. He gives me a private wink everytime he does this. 

It’s nearly midnight when he enters my room again. He walks straight up to my head and spins around. He reaches back and grabs the back of my head, pulling me in, drowning my face in a sea of his ass meat. 

“In you go, Tim. Dr. Booty’s about to administer your medicine… NGH”

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Carlos unleashes a 45 second, monstrous fart, point-blank in my face. The stench of digested meat and sulfur attacks my nose, overwhelming me. I don’t know if he planned this, but he knocks me out with a fart again. And I go out with a smile.

NEXT FRIDAY NIGHT

It's been a week since I’ve been discharged from the hospital. I’m still getting used to using crutches so instead of going out, Carlos and I are having a date at my place. I’ve got pizza and beer and we’re gonna watch a movie.

I receive a text.

Dr. B: I’m here

I grab a crutch and make my way to the front door. 

I open the door with a smile, but it immediately vanishes. 

Carlos’ wearing a pink polo shirt tucked into his jeans. I'm greeted to the sight of Carlos facing away from me, bent over at the waist with his ass aimed right at me.

He's looking at me, over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. He doesn’t say a word, he just scrunches up his face and hikes up his right leg.

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Carlos launches and envelopes me in an eggy fart cloud. I cough some and stumble a little on my crutch.

Carlos quickly spins around and lifts me, bridal style. He steps inside and closes the door with his foot. He looks down at me guiltily as he carries me to the couch. 

“Wow, you literally fell in love with my surprise fart attack, huh?” Carlos teases.

“You, me, Dr. Lincoln, and Josh all know how bad your farts can be.” I defend myself as he sits me on the couch and takes a seat next to me.

Carlos snickers, “Hehe, ain’t that the truth. Dr. Booty could cover the entire planet in my farts within a day, making fresh air a thing of the past. Ya’ll are just lucky that I’m such a nice guy.” I know he's just kidding, but thinking of him actually doing something like that is so hot.

Carlos must be able to tell what I’m thinking because he gives me a sex-filled, little grin. He’s got me blushing once again.

“So, um, what movie do y-you wanna wa-watch?” I ask, stumbling over my words. 

“We could watch a movie now, or...” He trails off.

“Or what?” 

Carlos stands up and starts undoing his pants. 

“You know what I’ve been dying to do to you all last week but couldn’t because you were my patient?”

I shake my head tentatively.

“I’ve been dying to fart in your face, bare-assed. Interested?” Carlos asks with a cocked eyebrow.

Mouth dry as a desert, all I can do is nod. Carlos' signature, wolfish grin morphs on his lips.

Carlos steps in front of me, with his back to me. He shoves down his jeans and boxers, freeing his big, bubbly butt. His huge fleshy moons bounce and wobble just a foot in front of my face. 

“Say hello Timmy, you’re seeing Dr. Booty in the flesh.” Carlos cups the bottom of both of his globes and makes them jiggle in front of my face.

Carlos leans forward and reaches back, spreading his cheeks, revealing his winking butthole. 

Carlos quickly shuffles backwards, lodging my face in between his bare cheeks. His cheeks are clamping down on the sides of my head and his asshole is kissing the tip of my nose.

“Hey Tim, did you know that Dr. Booty makes house calls?... GHH”

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“It's been over a week and Dr. Booty wants to take a long, close look at ya… FGH”

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“Open that nose Timmy. It's time for Dr. Booty to administer his self-brewed medicine. It does wonders for a healing fart-slut… NGH”

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Carlos bombards my face with a barrage of thunderous farts. All I can breathe in is the stink of rotten eggs and ass musk, and I love it. With a wet schlorp, Carlos pulls my face out of his ass; I’m dripping with his butt sweat. I’m a coughing mess, gasping for air.

Carlos peers back at me with an impish smirk. “So what do ya think Tim? You finished or do ya wanna spend more time with Dr. Booty? Hmm?” 

“I wouldn’t mind… spending more time with… Dr. Booty.” I huff out through gasping breaths.

“Heh, careful Timmy, I’m starting to think you like Dr. Booty more than me.”

Carlos steps up backwards, onto the couch, planting his feet on either sides of my thighs. He then squats slightly, aligning my face with his ass. Carlos thrusts his bubbly rump back, against my face, trapping my head in between it and the headrest of the couch. He then spreads his cheeks and consumes my face within his voluptuous ass. This time, Carlos doesn't stop til my nostrils are buried deep in his hole.

“Uh-oh, it looks like you're in need of immediate surgery. Those nose hairs need to be removed, stat. No worries, you're in Dr. Booty's capable hands. UGH... Or cheeks in his case… NGHH”

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Over the next four years we become closer and Carlos farts on me more and more. We become a couple, buy a home together, and just got married. 

Carlos is now farting on me at least 30 times a day, and that’s low balling it. It's scary to think that a normal person farts about 12 times a day.  

PRESENT DAY

My reminiscing is ended by Carlos gently tackling me to the floor. He straddles my chest backwards, lording his titanic bum over my face.

“Carlos no, I-I’ve got to get going.” I complain weakly.

“You know better than to challenge Dr. Booty, babe. Mess with the bull, you get the horns. And you know how loud and smelly Dr. Booty’s horn is.”

Carlos reaches back and pulls down the waistband of his scrubs. His pillowy moons pour out of their confines and wobble ominously above my face.

“Carlos I-” Carlos silences me by sitting on my face; burying my face deep in between his thick cakes.

“NGH… Hope you’re ready babe. Dr. Booty will see you now… UGH”