Biology Stinks!
by Stink Fart Network

"I'll take role here now," Mrs. Nailor interrupted the students' sidebar conversations and made her voice known clearly. She began to take role for this class she was teaching which was biology, and a very advanced Biology at that. As she continued to take role she put a hand on her hips and smiled as she met some completely new faces and some familiar. Mrs.Naylor had pretty red hair and a very thick body type, she carried a little fat but she carried most of the rest in her big butt. That thing was out of this world, but maybe that's too much of an exaggeration, but her ass was big. She was just hitting her 50s but she looked like she was just almost mid-40s in age. She loved teaching and joking around and having a good time in life just to make life enjoyable and work fun. But she wasn't feeling it this semester. Telling the same worn out jokes, constantly getting off topic talking about out other things outside class got boring, she was even tired of teaching the same old curriculum. For her, now it was "same crap, different students." She needed something fresh to become more entertained, and she had a good idea the next day, but I'm pretty positive it was illegal but I guess somehow she got away with it. Nobody will ever know how.

At first, Mrs. Nailor wasn't going to tell her sick plan to anyone, but she felt like Mrs.Farnsler was close enough for her to share it to. Mrs. Farnsler was younger than her, being in her 30s. She had a very slim body and she had feeckles and a slightly upturned nose. "What? Are you nuts? Why would you even think of that Julie?" Mrs. Farnsler exclaimed to Mrs.Nailor. "Look..shhhh.nobody will know it's just all fun…at least for me it is!"
"Uh, farting on someone is just disgusting and better yet trapping them in it and making them smell it is even worse! That's just terrible! Those students could possibly die from lack of air, depending on how long you do it!"
"But Amy, it'll make them try to achieve even more knowing that if they don't score an A on a test or a quiz they will get this fun punishment by me!"
"Where the HELL did you get a mentality like this?" Mrs. Farnsler asked. "I was on the weird side of YouTube, and I saw this face-farting video. Some women was teaching her man a lesson, restraining him completely and farting on his face. I'm pretty sure those farts are fake, but this will be real and my idea is better."

"Julie! What the hell! I've been around you when you farted once and it was not good at all, I had to leave! This is unacceptable and I'm going to have to report you before you kill someone." Farnsler headed towards the door but Nailor grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her much skinnier body back. "Well Amy, I guess you'll be my first victim of my neat idea." "Julie, Julie, NOOO-" Julie immediately covered her mouth tightly and brought her to the back of her classroom and inside the other room connected to her room, what she used to store all things science related. But she had cleaned out, to make room for an expensive fart chamber she had bought and modfied. It was a small rectangular fart box with built in handcuffs to secure the victim. Farnsler could kick her feet around all she wanted, but there was probably no way she could get a heavy body like Mrs. Nailor's off of her, especially being bound. Nailor took no time to get the cuffs on her, now Farnsler couldn't move her hands from the sides of the box. She cried as her head was secured in there good, and there was something to keep her head pointed up and towards the as at all times. It was definitely the ultimate fart torture device, and Mrs. Farnsler was the experiment! She cried and cried out loud as Nailor lifted the top and sealed her mouth shut with a fat strip of duct tape to shut her up. "I wasn't intending on doing this but you leave me no choice. I'll enjoy this, Amy. If you're lucky you'll survive. If you do survive, and you do snitch, I'll make you never live after gassing you again in here. Got it?" Amy just continued letting out muffled shrieks, but Julie put her foot on Amy's chest and applied a little weight. "I said, GOT IT?" Amy shrieked in pain and nodded fast. "Good." Now Mrs.Nailor sat down in the fart box and Amy could already smell the nasty funk of her ass. Nailor had removed her jeans and panties, now her sphincter practically touched the tip of Amy's pointy nose, that's how close it was.

*PROMPHHHTTT!*
A warm fart that felt like a big cannon hit Amy's nostrils and there was nothing she could do but suck it up. The smell filled the small box quickly, Amy kicked her feet around, going nowhere as Nailor laughed at her struggle. Mrs.Nailor coukd hear her muffled screams under her and just snickered as she shook her big ass a little. "Oh my God, I know that had to be FUNKYYYY! Just by your reaction Amy! How can you take it? What's it smell like? Huh Amy?" Any kept on bucking and kicking out with 0 luck. The funky rotten smells of foods mixed together was beyond awful, as it was all trapped along with Amy in the box.
*FRAMMMPHHHTTT!* *FRAOOOMPHHHTT!*
Two more farts shot straight at Amy's nostrild as she groaned heavily and screamed for mercy. The rotten and sulfur smell along with the total funk was building up to heavily, as Amy's nose was red from the super strong smell going directly up her nose, then having to smell the rest of the fart odor that just wouldn't go away. "Amy, are you alright?" Julie snickered. Amy began to gag and muffle out "Please no more" but Julie couldn't hear her, she ignored her completely and was having the time of her life. The fact that she was forcing another human being to inhale her nasty fart waste, as the air was unlimited and super stinky, from her big stinky toxic ass made her feel very powerful. Amy was barely surviving she had no oxygen, just disgusting fart aur from Julie's big nasty bottom. Her nostrils flared, trying to get oxygen but strongly inhaled more ass gas and she bagan to gag a lot.

*RAMPHHHOOOOOTTT!!!*
Nailor's big ass thundered more, a huge waft if nothing but heat and fart gas shooting Amy's nose which burned even worse. Amy began to fade as the fart gas combined was still contained in there all mixed, and she almost threw up, but instead she passed out. She was still alive, but definitely a victim, the first if many.

After punishing Mrs. Farnsler, the next morning, Mrs.Nailor addressed her class. "This class may be very difficult, but I'm giving all of you much motivation to try harder. Because if you receive an F or a D... There will be consequences! I will just show you this..."

Mrs. Nailor swayed her big booty to the back of the room and opened the back room door wide open for all to see. It was all the fart chamber equipment.

"I doubt any of you have seen this," Mrs. Nailor went on. "But this is what you call a fart chamber. You have a D or an F, and you get this punishment. You cannot escape this punishment because you're under signature. Remember that sheet I had you sign about a week ago? I bet none of you read that fine print that agreed to this did ya?"

Now some students had a very bad feeling inside. They knew this would be a tough class, last week was tough and it was only going to get tougher. And worst of all Mrs. Nailor was going to throw as many curveballs as she could to lure them into failure and have her pleasure.

"Just think about this when you decide to sleep in class. Some of you know me, and you know I love eating diet meals! This big booty gets quite a bit of gas from that!"

More worry entered into the students, and the intimidation began to rise.

But there were two individuals who were both cocky and intelligent. Michaela was a pretty and popular girl, full of confidence and could back up anything she said. She was average height and skinny, she had brown hair and very pretty eyes, perfect nose. She truly thought she was perfection. Her momentum had yet to be stopped. She had no worry at all that she'd ever be in the fart chamber. She snickered, and Mrs. Nailor noticed it without saying a word. The other individual was Becca, she was also smart but not as cocky. She was a leader throughout all of the communities she was a part of, and had a lot of success. She knew for sure she could excel this class.

It was lesson time, and Mrs. Nailor gave a quick deep lecture on gas. She kept mentioning the bad gas she got all the time, until Michaela raised her hand. "Mrs. Nailor, could you talk less about yourself and more about the lesson. I know I'm not the only one who wants to pass this class with over a C. And it just wouldn't be fair if you never taught us anything valuable and had us all fail, am I right?"

The class agreed silently and Mrs. Nailor smirked.
"You're right about that Michaela..." she began.
"It just wouldn't be fair to have everyone to fail... But let's hope that you don't! Because you're lucky, you get the test early!"

Michaela's eyes widened in shock. Sweat due of nervousness fell upon her face, something she'd never experienced ever. She'd shown out, now she'd have to pay for her sins. Mrs. Nailor handed her the test packet and escorted her to the backroom where the chamber was. "Good luck.." Mrs. Nailor said as she walked out closing the door. *PFFFFFTTTT!!!*
"Because you're going to need it."

Michaela spent the first 10 minutes holding her nose, then finally got to the test. Such curveballs were on the test. Each answer choice could have been a potential answer, but there was only one right answer. In the back of her mind Michaela knew she had no hope. But she fought on and tried her very best using all of her knowledge. She was so confused, there was too much she didn't know about. He mind filled with thoughts and fears, she tried to clear it to focus. It was no use. She was now fully intimidated, she screwed up and put herself in this position.

Minutes passed by, and she finally managed to focus and get her train of thought back. She gave Mrs Nailor her test with confidence.

After class, Mrs. Nailor graded it.

The next day came, and after the lesson about cells Michaela was called to Mrs Nailor's desk when everyone left. "I have your grade, Michaela."

Michaela was too scared to reply, she just waited with worry for the results. Mrs. Nailor just turned it over and at the top read 76. One point away from a C. Michaela's heart sank. "No.... Did you round it up?"

"It rounds to a 76."

"Oh my God... Please.. Don't do this. Give me an extra point and I promise I'll never interrupt you again!" Michaela pleaded.

"You deserve this. I'm awfully glad you fell below the expected grade! I ate as much as I could to prepare as well. A lot of veggies, broccoli, corn, lettuce with some nicely cooked meatloaf and to top it off with frozen yogurt. Michaela, you're the next victim."

Mrs. Nailor grabbed Michaela's hand tightly, and Michaela couldn't loosen it. Mrs. Nailor pulled her into the room and locked the door behind them. Michaela began to scream and beg, but Mrs. Nailor quickly shut her mouth with strong duct tape and forced her into the fart chamber. Upper body secure,wrists cuffed, head inside the transparent glass box with a circular open with her legs moving free. Michaela wore a look of shock and disbelief as Mrs. Nailor pulled her jeans down, revealing her big sweaty ass in her panties, her cheeks were like globes jiggling madly, exposed. Michaela panted deeply, breathing out of control in panic as Mrs. Nailor lowered herself slowly and sat.

Mrs. Nailor shimmied around and sort of felt the tip of Michaela's nose, that's how close and intense it was. Michaela could strongly smell Mrs. Nailor's ass, and it wasn't pleasant at all. She twitched her nose a little bit, then started kicking around trying to escape.

But there was no hope, Mrs. Nailor laughed loudly at the sight of her kicking and squirming and decided to take it up a notch.

*PSSHHHHHTTTTTPPHHHHHT!!!!*

The smell hit Michaela right in her nostrils, the hot air flowed throughout them with an ungodly stench. The mixture of all of Mrs. Nailor ate was such a mad mix, it was a god awful aftermath. Michaela thrashed more and burst with loud screams through her gag as tears began to roll down her eyes. Half of it was because of the horrible gas, the other was the direct humiliation and torture, and no hope to get out anytime soon.

*PHHHHHSSTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

Another fart only two minutes later just shot right out of Mrs. Nailor's butthole as she sighed.

"Wow! That one slipped right outta me and it felt so good! you keeping it together down there?"
Mrs. Nailor added to the humiliation.

Michaela's nose burned from the stench that never went away, it overflowed, trapped inside the box that was contained by Mrs. Nailor's big ass.

Mrs. Nailor got off and let some fresh air get into the box, so Michaela wouldn't pass out. Michaela felt refreshed and her nose finally felt wonderful again as she inhaled air deep. Mrs. Nailor sat right back down on the opening of the box and repositioned herself back into comfort. She relaxed her asscheeks and let out a loud and loose fart.

*VROOOOOOOPPPPPPPTTTTTSTTTT!!!!*

The huge odor caved back in with a stronger and more different smell, and Michaela gagged uncontrollably. She was on the verge of throwing up, it was so bad.

*PROOPPPPPTTTTT!!!*

*RAAAAPPPPPPTTT!!!*

sharp farts escaped Mrs. Nailor's big ass and shot up Micaela's nostrils as she gagged with intensity. She was really suffering from this disgusting and vile torture. She could think of nothing but breathing in fresh air again instead of 100% rank pure fart gas.

The gas stayed presumed in the box, and Michaela continued to thrash more with the energy she had left. The smell was so overpowering and overwhelming as sweat began to pour out from Mrs. Nailor's nasty crack and onto the tip of Michaela's nose and face. It got hotter and hotter in there, which made it even worse. Mrs. Nailor was sweating uncontrollably everywhere as Michaela was very uncomfortable.

*FRRRROOOOOMMMMMTTTTTT!!!*

*BROOOMPTTT!!*

Two huge farts erupted from in between Mrs. Nailor's globes, and Michaela began to fade out and stop moving. She had passed out, and Mrs. Nailor had a good laugh.