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The Dream Job of a Lifetime Warning: In addition to farts, this story has hyper ass. Like, big HUGE asses. So yea, hope you enjoy~ Syphon, the gaming company that gave remakes and remasters a far higher standard than before. Remastering games in a way that ran the faltering AAA publishers to the ground and letting smaller developers and teams rise up from the ashes. Syphon was currently on top, using their success to buy more rights and make more games and make more money and do it over and over again, and you were about to help. You stealthily fist pump knowing you landed the game design job of a lifetime. Walking in you could see the businessmen and women going about their business, walking with their phones and laptops to different rooms to meet and work with others, or maybe get another coffee in the lounge they had. Walking up to the desk you were met by the woman that employed you, a kind woman with red hair. “Oh, you made it! Well, not like you wouldn’t but anyway, thanks for coming early, now we can show you around. Come with me.” You had a nice smile as you walked with her towards an elevator. Upon the press of the button, there was a rather alarming honk. “Huh… out of order. Well… geez so you’re on the 8th floor, I can’t exactly go up that many stairs because of a knee injury so I’ll text Shelby to show you around. She’s the backbone of that section of this branch so she’ll let you know who you need to know and where you need to go.” You nod politely, looking down to notice the leg brace that confirmed it. Walking away you could hear her turn around. “She’s the tall one, you can’t miss her. Trust me…” Tall. Got it. After a small walk you see the door for the stairs and without batting an eye began walking up. The staircase was cool, and there was a nice breeze, likely because they knew that with broken elevators people would have to use them. Can’t have sweat smells in the workplace. A door could be heard opening slightly above his current flight, heavy footsteps and.. Whimpering? All on the way down. Probably a nervous- HOLY CRAP! “I don’t know how to do a tour, that’s not my job- oh!...” You looked up the stairs to see a very tall woman, and that wasn’t even the half of it. Standing next to a door, you could see that she was bigger both in height and width. From a polite and shy face, smooth clean black hair tied into a ponytail, beautiful white skin, and a nice business shirt up top, it visually exploded as you looked lower to her humongous hips. And we’re not talking mere milf-like hips, this woman had an ass that hid the door behind her completely and has ass enough to fill the width of the stairs. It was all stuffed into that black pencil skirt that did well containing what looked to be a sofa smashing rump. “I-I haven’t seen you around here. Are you.. um, oh I forgot the name! Are you here for the tour?” You nodded, making sure not to drool as you continued to comprehend the sight. “Oh! Um, ok!” She smiled albeit showing extreme stress as she began to descend towards you and you got to see those hips sway, shake, and collide with the wall and rail. She shakily extended a hand for a handshake, which you returned warmly. Her hands were so soft… and a bit sweaty. “Well, I- what floor did you get assigned to?... 8? Oh no- I mean that’s great! That’s a good floor! Perfect! I’ll just show you what the other floors do on the way up, you may have to go to them later.” She took a pause where you could see her face blush a bright red before she turned around. You now had a 200-inch ass in your face. It was like tailgating an SUV while walking upstairs. She took her first step up, flexing one of her giant glutes and showing a powerful panty line. It was heaven, every step made it wobble and jiggle so much. It was heaven for an ass man like you. *bllrft~* “Eep!” There was a meaty bubbling and a warm cloud of air that hit your face as you saw the ass in front of you clench in embarrassment. She just farted in your face. It was a funky thick dairy scent, fruity too. You looked at her, you could imagine how a shy girl like her felt. She seemed as if she wanted to quickly turn around and apologize, but you could see her top half only move as her hips were wedged in the staircase. *BLLRORLLFT* And so slipped out another fart in her panic, much beefier and showing itself to be from lots of yogurts most likely. The fart fluttered your hair a bit in its big 3-second span. “Oh my gooosh! Ahhh! I’m sorry I’m sorry! I just, I don’t know it just happened! Please-” You waved it off, telling her it was no problem. She blushed a bit and resolved to keep going up the stairs. If anything, the farts were a bonus, another one of your fetishes that you seemed to have. This job was looking more and more like a literal dream, but you knew it was real. Once Shelby reached the door space she turned. “Ok, so this is the second floor. This is where our playtesters are, and we also have more on-the-spot programmers down here with them to make immediate fixes if they can.” She turned to go up the next flight, a small fart coming from her giant ass again, but rather than dwell she whimpered and moved on. You fanned your nose, noting a hint of strength to them. ffrlLBlt PrOLP BRrelP PROLP BBRALFT! Her whimpers could be heard in between all her hot humid butt bombs, which had no choice but to flow onto you as you walked up, the smell going from sweaty old yogurt to rotten dairy of many kinds. While you loved smelling farts from an ass as big as your car, in this small space that was now getting quite heated it was becoming difficult to keep going. “Th-this *BLLARRFT!* mmph- this is the third *bblllllrrrrrflflflp* f-floor. It has the l-lounge and the coffee. We have Starbu- augh!” ...rrRRAAULLBBLLLRAAUUUULLLLLGGLLKPT! You knew you heard a low rumbling noise as she was speaking, and apparently, it needed out badly as it crescendoed into a roaring, bubbling, wet blast that echoed all through the stair, blowing a light breeze out from that vibrating rump that carried one hellish stink. You held your nose, nearly gagging. She must’ve eaten the yogurt spoiled, and there was now a strong smell of salad. This fart came from deep within and it packed a punch. 9 seconds you had to watch as she held her poor stomach and ripped that beast out before she looked back to you, face red like a cherry. “L-Let’s continue…” she had a bit more pep in her step, which didn’t help as she still was ripping as with every step. It was amazing just hearing a very big flappy blast from that bouncy rump as you traveled up, but the smell, while still sexy as hell, was getting very hard to handle. Her stress sweat and her gas mixed for one mean haze, which was beginning to make your eyes water. After what seemed like a dozen farts in less than 30 seconds, you were on the next floor. “Th-” *pplrraAALLLLLLBBLT* “Ugh! I can’t- I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! I don’t fart like this all the time I swear!” You put your hands up, trying to calm her down as she had an anxiety attack in front of you. There was a loud gurgling in her stomach and a light bubbling from her behind. This wasn’t going to end well. “I’m just nervous! I’m always nervous! I don’t like people, why did she pick me!? ME! I c- ah, oh no!” ...raaUUUGLLL-BBRAAOORPPROPPLRROOOOOLLLLLLLLFLFLF- The breeze turned into a wind that fluttered your clothes and shook the air with a thick bass as a smell of rotten veggies, spoiled milk, and cheese filled the staircase with enthusiasm. This was too much, and it kept its full strength to the point where you didn’t think it would stop any time soon. As the stairs got fogged up with her stress-induced smog, you decided to duck out using the 4th-floor door, making your escape into what seemed to be a record-keeping area. Good, no one would have to smell you before you had time to air out. You could hear poor Shelby still letting out that giant gas bubble, the power still pushing out. You shook your head and wished her well, making your way to find another stairwell. As you walked and looked at the numerous file cabinets, you heard a small jangling impact ahead of you. “Oh crap! Whew, close one, don’t need that happening again!” The voice sounded cheery and enthusiastic, probably someone that would be more suited to give a tour. As you saw the person was from the aisle, your eyes widened. Another one. You didn’t even get to see her lower half as she got stuck between the cabinets and had to waddle out slowly as to not cause them to tumble. She had long black hair that went to her shoulders, clean white skin, a very pretty face. You started to wonder if they were secretly making hyper thick clones for some reason. Once that lower half was free of its cabinet cage, she turned away from you and you were awestruck. It was much bigger than Shelby’s, and had this incredible plumpness to it, each cheek like a giant yoga ball under what seemed to be a struggling skirt. You could even see the bottom of her plump rump since her skirt could barely contain it! It was a mouthwatering sight. And then she stopped walking and turned to you. “Hey! Have we met before?” She didn’t seem to expect wrongdoing, even though she turned like she felt your eyes stab at her. She wore a rather playful smirk. You let her know that you were a new employee and that you needed someone to show you around since your last guide… got busy. She walked forward to you, letting you see the horizon of her massive rump bounce behind her so hypnotic that you were afraid you would be blushing. Did she bite her lip in lust? “I’m Ava~ I work on the 8th floor, so I’ll tell you about the floors up until there since I need to get back to work. Let’s go~” Her voice was seductive. Why? She turned around walking away as she let the juicy wobbling of her ass lure you behind her. It was incredible just seeing something that large in motion, seeing the bottom peek out as her skirt fluttered around. She had to turn to get into the stairwell because her hips were so wide, and even then you could see her ass squeeze through with difficulty. The things you could do with an ass that fat- “Hhhh, w-why don’t you go up the stairs first?!~” she practically shouted in excitement. It spooked you, her face with a wild grin, she was sweating… or drooling? She pressed herself to the rail to attempt to give you space, but as you tried to cross, you just weren’t small enough to not brush again her. You were sliding up against her round, warm, soft cheeks, feeling it on you was such bliss, you looked at it the entire time- SMOOSH! If she wanted you to take your mind of her ass, it was impossible now. You were just pinned nearly under 200+ inches of the plumpest ass you’ve ever seen. Your hands could feel it, your face was almost there, and she was actually going to give it to you? What kind of workplace is this to have these bodacious beauties? And how crazy was this girl? You almost turned your head to look back at her, but hearing her heavy breathing was enough to tell you she was pretty insane. You simply passed the floors, asking her to tell you anything was likely going to end badly. “You’re still thinking about me!” she shouted behind you. She didn’t sound angry, far from it. That didn’t mean you didn’t quicken your pace though. As you made it to the 7th floor, an intercom turned on, with a rather aggravated voice speaking through. “Attention: The ass shaped hole in the elevator is fixed and will not be a problem anymore. The stairs are also being ventilated as we speak. No more incidents from you-know-who today…” Ass shaped what? “That was me~ I can’t help it! I love when people fucking worship my ass! Just like you! You want it! You can have it!” You didn’t even wait for the end of her rambling, you darted up the stairs. No matter how much you wanted it, this bitch was crazy! You could hear her chasing up after you ready to make you into an ass pancake against a wall. 8th floor! You swiftly ducked into the door. It was a floor with cubicles, people hard at work at their desks. She surely wouldn’t cause a scene here- “GIVE THIS ASS ALL OF YOUR LOVE!~” Nevermind, you slightly jogged forward, turning a corner that hopefully wasn’t occupied so you could dash away, but you ran into something face first, bouncing back to the ground dazed. You could hear Ava’s footsteps right above you before she backed up and scurried off. “Get back here, Ava!” a new voice spoke, commanding in tone and right in front of you. Your eyes readjusted and you had to blink a bit to believe it. Another one, even bigger. She couldn’t even turn around in the hallway with an ass this ginormous… You slowly stood up, and even then you couldn’t see her, there were only giant black pockets of black slacks covering what had to be far beyond the sizes both Shelby and Ava had. “Y-Yea, Daph?” Ava nervously mumbled out. “I’m going to guess what just happened to my ass. You’re doing that shit again where you think your ass is more important than your job, and you chased one of your wanna-be worshipers till they ran into my ass full speed. Correct?” She said it as if it had happened before. It probably did considering what a roadblock rump this one had. “No! He’s the new guy that got here! I was showing him around! No trouble at all, he even works on this floor and was just exploring!” Ava attempted a rather well put together lie. “Well then show him a different hallway, I’m in this one. By the way, I’m Daphne, I’m the head of this floor so when you really get to work you answer to me. And if Ava bothers you in the slightest you tell me. Now get going Ava.” “Sure thing Daph! L-Let’s go…” Ava pulled you away. “That’s Daphne, I definitely can’t get in trouble for a while so I’ll uh, calm down. Sorry for chasing you, I just… it just happens! To make it up to you, I won’t let you walk for the rest of the tour, hop on up!” She patted the top of her ass. While it seemed strange, running did tire you out, and riding that rump was still a pleasing thought- “P-please just get on…” “And this is the 12th floor! It’s just a bunch of meeting rooms and- oh there’s Daphne again! And Charles! Hehe, he’s the guy that got it in the elevator with me. Hope Daph isn’t scolding him too hard.” You looked into the room, getting a good look at Daphne now. Same long black hair as Ava, though more straight down, and one hell of a chest. She was rocking what seemed to be JJ cups or something else about the size of beach balls. Her poor white shirt looked a few centimeters away from popping buttons. Her face was looking down at Charles as she sat (somehow) in her chair, an absolute mountain of ass below and behind her and giant thighs in front. You couldn’t even see the chair fully… or were there more than one? Suddenly she seemed to have raised her voice. You couldn’t exactly hear what was going on, but then you saw her close her eyes for a bit. “Uh oh! Poor Charles… Let’s get out of here before we smell it too!” Smell it? What did she mean? As you went out the door to the stairs, you could hear gasping and coughing, and a small warning that this job “isn’t for play.” “Well, this ends the tour of the Syphon office building!” Ava walked up to an empty cubicle, turning her ass to it and bending down to let you get off. As you slid off the plump hill of her ass you heard a small “whoa!” and the next thing you knew you were down on the ground and the world went dark, a large warmth engulfing and pressing on your body. “Oh! I’m sorry! Didn’t bend right! Not that you didn’t want this, I’m sure~” Ava got up after her little tease, leaving you rather flustered. “I work a few cubicles ahead of you, so if you ever need me, or want me, give me a shout or look at the hills~” She confidently walked away, and you honestly couldn’t help but look all the way as she strutted away. I was like she was putting more energy into her walk just for you. What a strange girl… After getting established and finding your place in a nice shift, it was time to go. You walked to the elevator, giving a wave to Ava who wished you a great evening. You pushed the button, and after a small wait, you stepped in, turning to press the button. “Hold that door!” You heard. It was Ava, hurriedly rushing towards the elevator. You happily kept the door open for her, and her wide hips smoothly sliding. She smiled as she brushed her right cheek onto you while moving closer to the buttons to press the 3rd-floor button. “I’m going to try and get a quick frapp’ while my programs are loading up, and maybe give you a quick parting gift~” You blushed, but you made it clear you didn’t refuse in the slightest. You stood back against the wall, and once again you had all of that beautiful juicy rump onto you. You happily hugged the soft warm flesh as she could now twerk and shake on you freely. “Hey, quick question! Did you like when Shelby was farting?!” She was clearly in a crazier mood again, and you cautiously replied you did. “Good! Ngh!~” BBRALF-BROOLB-PPROOLFB-BROOLFB-BLLALBLB-BLLAALBT!- And then you were bombarded with gusts of wind as all while twerking she unloaded one hell of a fart fest, the meat of her ass making every fart separate with loud bubbling. Her ass clapped on you, pushing the wind right to your nose, the thick smell of pasta and meat incredibly pleasant in this overwhelming experience. “Yes! You like it?~ Spaghetti always makes my most delicious gas! Finally! Someone I can fucking unload on that loves my fat ass so much!-” *ding* That wasn’t the 4th floor, was it. Ava froze. You looked up, the number saying 5. You both panicked internally, moving to different sides of the elevator as it opened to reveal the last person they’d want to see, Daphne. She was looking down at her phone as she stepped in, but the moment she smelled it saw her face fill with rage, looking up to see the two of you, acting as innocently as possible. Her eyes narrowed as she stepped back from the elevator and let it close. Ava gulped loudly. “W-Well, let’s hope she doesn’t think anything was going on. Y-you have a nice day, ok?” The elevator stopped on the 4th and Ava got off, giving you a small wave and letting you watch that ass until the doors closed. Sometime in the future Your pay was amazing, your work was amazing, and you even landed a spot working on the Need for Speed remake that was happening. Best of all, Shelby and Ava turned out to be amazing friends to you, both workwise and socially. You wore a smile as you walked in and headed to the elevator, ready to get to your desk and start modeling that sweet BMW M3. The door opened to reveal Daphne… You tried to pretend you were on your way to the stairs but she wasn’t having it. “Get in here…” You reluctantly obeyed, finding some room to squeeze in but still being cramped in because of her incredible size. The doors closed and she stated her reasons. “Your work is pretty good, you’re ahead of schedule on your side and I clearly see you love working here, so I’ll discuss getting you a nice early raise as an incentive to stay. However, I feel your love for working here has less to do with work and more to do with whom you’re working with, correct?” You gulped, she didn’t need to wait for an answer. “If I ever see you or even think you’re doing inappropriate actions with Ava again you’ll be sorry… And while I feel you’re too valuable to fire…” She took a step forward, which was enough to bring her entire ass in front of you before she turned and brought it back, pinning you under her mountainous ass, and unlike with Ava, there was no light. Only commanding managerial ass. “I feel I can give a special discouragement…” As you struggled you could hear a faint gurgling ahead of you. She was going to fart on you? With an ass that huge?! THIS IS THE BEST JOB EVER- PPRARPPRPRPRAAAOOOOLLLBLBLBOOLLLPLT! Daphne stepped off the elevator on the 11th floor, a thick brown fog rushing from the elevator, the source being a fart the entire 3rd-6th floor could hear as she went up. Outrageously strong and potent coffee stench steamed from the crack of her pants as she left you in the elevator, confident that you had learned that this job wasn’t for play. You could only sit and watch as that giant ass walked away, loving this job even more. |
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