Naamloos

Bonus: one day they meet someone with a fart kink and decide to eat trigger foods and release rank, hot toots into their lover's pillow all day while they're at work. When their lover get home, they drop face first onto their pillow, exhausted, only to be met with a surprise that instantly makes them horny as soon as they get a whiff.

As you're looking for the book you noticed that you would have to walk past them. They're so buried into the book they're reading they don't even notice that you're right next to them. You softly clear your throat to get their attention which startled them slightly. They look at you with a shocked face with a slight blush painted across their freckled covered face. You smile at them softly and point to where you need to go. They nod slowly and move over slightly so you can walk on by. You noticed that shelves of books are quite close to each-other so much that's hard for two people to be in the same aisle.

As you try to scoot by them, you accidentally brush up against their quite sizable rear which causes the both of you to blush. As you fully move past them, you hear a low gurgling sound coming from them. You turn to look at them as see that that they're trying to hide their face in embarrassment behind the book they were reading. The next thing you know you hear a soft, long, bubbly sounding fart coming from the butt.

The smell of sour milk and boiled eggs quickly enters your nose, causing you to become very aroused. They slowly peek from behind the book before mouthing the words "Excuse me," before noticing how aroused you are at that moment. They both of you lock eyes, wondering who will make the next move. You look to the right and found the book you were looking for, so you quickly pick it up and try to hide your arousal as you turn and leave as quickly as you can.

The following day, you return to the library to do some studying and do some homework. As you try to look for a empty spot to work, you notice the person you saw yesterday sitting at a table studying with an empty chair next to them. In a weird sense of judgement, and thinking with your lower brain you decide to sit next to them and start to do your homework. Almost like clockwork, a few minutes after you sat down you hear their stomach gurgle loudly once again. It's almost they get nervous when someone is next to them and it causes them to get gassy. You then notice them squirm gingerly in their chair as they try to hold in their gas, but it was futile. They have let out a long, airy fart in your direction causing them to blush deep crimson. You again get aroused from hearing them fart and you wish you can get just a little bit closer to them, so you softly scoot closer to them. As they notice you moving closer, they let out another fart, this one more bubbly and bassy sounding. You're so close to them they can hear you breathing in the smell of their farts deeply.

You "accidentally" drop your pencil next to them as a pathetic excuse to get a closer whiff of the foul stench coming from their bottom. You get close to their rear which startles them, causing them to let out a short, stifled, but loud fart into the chair they're sitting in. You get to sniff this fart at point blank which causes you to almost drown in ecstasy. Their smell is addicting, you want more of it.

I decided I wanted to try to replicate the messing scene from Atelier Lunette’s manga, Deep Down Infantilism but with an easier-to-draw character

This video is so hot I just had to share it.

So many close calls. Such a round, noisy belly. It’s grown so much that skin peeks through gaps between the buttons on their shirt, showing off their navel and attracting curious pokes.

Maybe their peers want them to fail. Sly elbows bump their gut when they walk down the halls. They receive a lot more hugs and each time they damn near fill their pants when their belly is smushed against someone else’s. Everyone suddenly becomes very generous with their food and holds it up to their lips so they can have a taste. Then another bite. And another.

Poking, prodding. Pats and passing rubs. Crowding round and making immature fart noises whenever the person has to freeze and clench up. Goading them into release.

Maybe they make it to December 1st but by then they’re so used to holding it that they can’t grunt anything out. Imagine them sheepishly asking their peers to massage their belly and help them squeeze. All those hands on their gut. Stroking and pressing. Watching closely as their lips pout and their eyes unfocus. Cheering them on as they fart and finally pump out the biggest shit any of them have ever seen.

You were really trying to focus on your walk through of the store, but as soon as he looked away your eyes couldn't help but stare at your shift manager's bouncing ass.

"And have you got any questions?" Fuck! You did, but it would be hard to explain that you hadn't been focusing on how to do the first day of your job because you were being a pervert.

"Nope, thanks for your help." You answered as convincingly as you can trying not to blush.

"Great to hear," he gave you a warm smile, "good luck!" God did he have to be nice as well? You tried not to drool as you watched him bounce down the aisle until he turned the corner.

Luckily stocking shelves and helping customers was mostly common sense so you managed to do pretty well for the first half of the day. You were informed that you got a break mid afternoon so you went to the break room to chill.

As you grabbed your food from your locker you assumed it would be busier in the back, but as you walked into the break room you were surprised to see your shift manager being the only other person there.

"Oh hey was this your scheduled break time?" He obviously wasn't trying to sound too accusatory.

"3pm right?"

"Yeah.... shit..." He trailed off as he adjusted his position in the chair.

"It's fine I can come back later." You went to leave not really wanting to piss him off.

"No, no it's your first day, you probably deserve a break, sit down." He smiled as you slowly returned.

You made some idle chat about how the shift was going but as he spoke you could tell he was getting progressively more uncomfortable.

"You alright there?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah, I just-"

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The fart obviously needed out as it exploded against his chair and made him moan pretty lewdly in relief. Your mouth was agape in shock but as the noxious stench made it's way into your system you quickly began to wretch and hold your nose.

He finally seemed to close the floodgates and end the flatulence regaining some control.

"Shit, shit, shit, I'm sorry!" He rushed over to you rubbing your back. "I know it stinks, are you okay." It was bad, really bad, but with him warmly rubbing you, you weren't gonna recover too quickly.

"Yeah I'm good, are you?" You weakly responded.

"Yeah I'm used to it," he chuckled glad you were okay, "I usually get given break last by myself so I don't have any victims." He sat down next to you offering some water which you gladly gulped.

"So you're always that gassy?"

"Oh yeah." He leaned in his seat.

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The fart was more controlled than the last and no matter how hard he wafted his behind the rotten smell still reached you.

"Hah, that was a small one." he slapped you on the back making you chuckle with him, but also worry about that being qualified as small.

"So why not a toilet? The break room feels a bit public right?" The smell had made you lose your appetite for lunch.

"That was what I planned with my supervisor but after trying it the one staff toilet was uninhabitable for a week, and at least the break room has windows." He went to go open another one even though it was the middle of winter. You were happy for another opportunity for him to show off his ass, even if you now knew what it could do.

You didn't even know what to say this wasn't a situation you'd ever been in before.

"Anyway I'll let you enjoy the rest of the break, hope the smell clears out." He grabbed his things and headed for the door. "And watch where you're looking." He winked as he cocked a leg.

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He chuckled as he wafted behind him and closed the door. With that you blushed realising he'd seen you staring, but what was even worse was the topped up fart smell making you gag.

You didn't see him for the rest of your shift and your next day you managed to have a pretty normal first few hours. That was until you were stocking some snacks in a quiet aisle when you heard footsteps stop near you.

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You were immediately bombarded with the unforgettable sulfuric stink from the day before and looked up to see the shift manager smugly smiling down at you.

He took a little whiff, "Hey buddy good to see your attitude doesn't stink!" He put obvious emphasis on the last word.

You stood up trying not to breathe in too much of the offensive odour. He was your superior so you weren't going to complain too much but this was a pretty drastic change in attitude.

"What happened to the break room plan?" You wafted the air around you.

"Ever since I caught you looking at my assets I assumed you were a sucker for punishment." He turned to the side and grabbed a handful of ass making you red. "So I thought I'd give it in the stinkiest way possible!"

You couldn't fathom what he was saying, your brain was shifting between disgust, arousal and fear. "Isn't this like harassment?" You stammered.

"Not if you don't want a raise soon?" He winked evilly. "Or I can write you up for all your misplaced looks." He said a lot more threateningly.

You just gulped not knowing what to say.

"That's what I thought." He chuckled as the turned to leave not before pushing his butt back against your bulge.

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He laughed as he walked away leaving you in his stinky wake. You were ashamed that the mere contact with his ass left you frustrated and hard.

So this continued for the rest of the shift. If you were alone he'd find away to sneak up on you and push his ass your way and let rip an anal ambush leaving a stench on your body. Or if you were in a bit more of a busy area he would come up put his hand on your shoulder and talk like he was giving advice all while cupping a silent fart and then letting the stink free as close to your tainted face as possible. Sometimes if he just wanted to watch you pant for fresh air he would walk past you in an aisle and look back for the cropdust stench to hit you and make your lungs sting and knees buckle. The stench was tortuous making you wish you just didn't have the sense of smell to have to put up with something so rotten. But any chance you had to look at his ass or even make contact with it almost made up for stink in how attractive it was.

This all culminated near the end of the day when you heard his voice over the intercom requesting to see you in the back. You prepared mentally as much as you could as you went to meet him. He silently led you to a small storage room, just big enough for the two of you.

"You've been doing such a good job today I thought it was time to offer you a raise." He put on a cheeky smile.

"A good job being harassed by farts?" You quipped with your nose still aching.

"Oh don't be like that," he cooed turning around giving you a good look at his bubbly ass barely held back by the tight trousers, "I know you can't say no to this." You gulped as you shamelessly stared mute.

He chuckled looking back at how easily he'd silenced you. "Now you've been so good at smelling my stinkers I've become quite fond of you. Starting tomorrow I'll start asigning you more hours and on top of that pay I'll personally fund a generous rancid raise."

He punctuated the offer.

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The gas leaked out making his cheeks ripple just from its force. He leered back as he felt his gas start to spread around the small room as you tried not to breathe still entranced by the dangerous ass.

"All I ask is that you drop to your knees and accept." The man you once thought was nice and welcoming was a sensual stinky sadist.

It had taken you ages to find a job and you were desperate for the money. But this logical point paled in comparison to the toxic scent which you feared could cut years off your will to live. But as he put fingers under his cheeks to shake them your will broke.

You fell to your knees, face level with his ass. "Good boy." He sultrily commended as he stroked the back of your head as it fell into his ass. You hungrily rubbed your face in between the cheeks letting your dick leak pre. But you didn't get much time to enjoy it. His grip on the back of your head suddenly became firm.

"After this I'm just going to say you went home ill after tasting something rotten!" You heard as panic set in.

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You could tell he was going to keep going as you heard orgasmic moans coming from the man who was polluting your nose with unthinkably toxic fumes. But after just a short time you had blacked out, your body unable to come with the horrific level of methane and sulfur being forced into it. And as you lay knocked out in his ass you  were promoted on your second stinky day at your noxious new job.

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