Milton was a young servant who had somehow found himself casted as Lady Natalia’s “head servant” immediately after getting hired. At first, he was a bit confused by this decision, as surely that role would have made more sense to be given to a more experienced servant, and yet the rest of the servant crew seemed to agree that Milton was “the best pick” for the job.

After only a week of working for Natalia however, Milton quickly learned the true reason he was chosen for the job. While Natalia was a jolly and affectionate woman, she was also a crass, gluttonous, and oblivious to those around her, and as her head servant, Milton was pretty much her caretaker, which was exhausting and rather painful to say the least.

There was one thing that made it all seem worthwhile however. Being put in this position also secured him a spot in her will. As she lacked any other heirs, Milton was promised a significant portion of her wealth, and as she was fairly older than him, he always imagined that he’d outlive her. After a few months though, Milton began to grow hopeless and impatient, and the once kindhearted boy was now ready to take drastic measures to “speed up the process”.

While serving the lady her dinner, the servant snuck a little bit of poison into her meal, assuming that poisoning her would be the most effective assassination method, and as she scarfed down her hefty meal, the boy watched in anticipation, assuming that all of his suffering was about to come to an end.

“Ugh, hey dear. I don’t feel so good. Can you be a dear and carry me up to my room so I can lay down?” Natalia asked once she finally finished her dinner, immediately getting a stomach ache from her meal. Hearing this gave Milton some mixed feelings. On one hand, it was clear right away that his plan had worked, but on the other hand, her request was rather worrying. Natalia was a rather heavyset woman, completely dwarfing the already rather small Milton, but even if he figured she’d die in an hour or so, he still had to follow her commands for the time being, so he obliged.

For some reason, Natalia insisted that the best way for him to carry her would be for her to sit herself on his face and have him hold onto her legs, assuming that it would be best for his whole body to support her weight. Unfortunately, this wedged his face in between her fat ass cheeks, with her thin dress being his only protection from his approaching doom.

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As she sat herself on his face, the lady farted up Milton’s nose, burning his nose with a powerful blast of gas. The boy had dealt with her gas before, as she never felt the need to hold in her farts around him, but this one was especially bad, which he figured was due to the poison.

“Ooh! Uh, pardon me!” Natalia said as she carelessly farted in her servant’s face, playfully fanning the air. Milton was naturally disgusted by this, but he continued trudging towards her room regardless.

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The unlucky servant received several more farts to the face as he continued carrying the plump lady through the mansion, and to add insult to injury, he could hear some of the other servants snickering at his suffering. This mockery from his coworkers was quite common for poor Milton, but today it was different, as he took solace in the assumption that he’d become their boss overnight.

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Getting distracted by his daydreaming, Milton was caught off guard by another fart to the face, which caused him to fall onto the floor, with Natalia’s ass landing on his face. He was lucky that the carpet was so thick, as otherwise his head would have likely gotten crushed under her weight.

“Ow!” Natalia blurted out as she landed on Milton’s face, being a bit more concerned about herself than she was about Milton at first, until eventually she realized that she was practically crushing his head, “Oh, uh sorry Milton!”

“I think I can probably walk the rest of the way myself.” the lady said as she lifted herself off of the boy’s face, “Though I’m gonna need you in my bedroom, so you should probably get up soon.”

Obeying her command, Milton followed Natalia into her bedroom, where she was laying on her belly on her large bed.

“Oh Milton, thank god you’re here.” Natalia said as her servant stepped into her room, “My stomach is killing me, so I was figuring that you could help me by giving me a massage or something. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes ma’am.” Milton replied, climbing onto her bed and getting on his knees between her legs, just as she directed him to, leaning over her large rump to give her a lower back massage.

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“Oh, and can you be a dear and sniff up my farts for me? They’re really bad today, and I think it’s making me feel even sicker.” the lady asked, once again showing her carelessness when it came to how she treated her servant. Of course, having to feign loyalty, Milton reluctantly obliged to the disgusting job and began sniffing the toxic air.

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Natalia’s gas was unrelenting, and after a few gas-filled hours, poor Milton’s nose felt as if it was burning off. At this point he came to the realization that the poison must not have worked the way he intended it to, as he figured that she’d be dead by now if his plan went as he hoped. Instead all the poison did was give her bad gas, which was something he had to suffer for.

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After letting out yet another fart, Natalia grabbed the back of Milton’s head and pushed his face into her ass, as she had begun getting pleasure from gassing her servant. Milton of course was not too pleased by this, as his nose was now pressed deep into the source of her stink, but of course, things would only get worse for him, as she was far from out of gas.

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For the next several hours, Milton’s face was blasted with fart after fart as he remained trapped in his hellish situation. Even as she eventually fell asleep, the boy’s face remained trapped in her gassy ass, forced to smell every single eruption that came from the lady’s rump.

Eventually though, the gas finally subsided, though unfortunately it ended right as Natalia woke up, meaning that on top of spending the entire night in her fat ass, Milton was denied sleep for the night.

“Ahhh... Oh, good morning dear!” Natalia said as she woke up to notice her servant still wedged between her cheeks. Exhausted and broken, Milton was only able to reply with a few moans which completely contrasted with his boss’s chipper mood.

“I don’t know what the chef put into that meal to get me all gassy like that, but once you started comforting me and sniffing all my gas it actually felt kind of nice.” the lady commented, having just had a wonderful night, completely at her servant’s expense of course, “We should make this a regular thing, just me letting out a bunch of farts and not having to worry about the smell because your face is blocking it! You wouldn’t mind that, would you?”

“I-” Milton tried to object to her terrifying request, not wanting to ever go through this miserable experience again. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to get out an answer, as his boss was too eager to make this a regular routine.

“You don’t mind? Great! For now on you’re promoted to “Head Fart Cushion”! Though you’ll still have your usual servant stuff to look forward to of course!” Natalia said as she playfully hugged her unlucky servant, interrupting his attempt at an objection.

In the end, what Milton thought would be the end of his suffering wound up only being the beginning of a whole new level of misery. Much to his dismay, stuff like this wound up being an almost daily routine for the poor boy, and at the same time he was now even more of a laughing stock amongst the rest of Natalia’s servants.

Ultimately however, Milton came to the conclusion that he deserved this cruel fate upon realizing how far he had gone. This all happened because of an assassination attempt, so he figured that this miserable fate was some sort of destined punishment for that crime, and as such, he came to accept his new life as a fart cushion.