By: PaleBandit
My stomach rumbled when I entered the classroom. It hurt a lot and I felt like I was going to rip apart. But I did not dare to let out a fart, being well aware of the consequences.
I farted in class one time when I relaxed too much and it did not take long until everyone had stormed out of the room. The people around me, including myself, were almost out of it.
The teachers pleaded that I never let any go inside the building, and the principle second this after hearing about what happened. I was even given the key to the roof, so I had a place to relive myself during breaks and in the past one and a half years that had worked well.
My stomach usually hurt during the last period and that made it difficult to focus on the lesson, but it was fine.
Until that day.
I had no idea why, but I had been unable to release myself during the break.
It was like a cork had been stuck inside my ass. So now, two minutes until the last two classes of the day, both classic literatures, were about to start, I was suddenly barely able to keep the gas in.
As usual, there seemed to be no one around yet. It was rare for anyone to arrive not in the last minute for this class. But then I saw one person in a seat. Matt had slid down so far on his chair that his butt was barely on the seat. He had been to the nurse office during gym-class and must have decided to just wait in the empty classroom and take a nap.
As I looked at him an idea jumped in to my mind that made me afraid of myself.
“How can I even think of something cruel and disgusting like this!”, I thought to myself, yet walked up to my sleeping classmate.
Then, it happened quickly. I pulled on Matt’s shirt, his butt slipped of the chair and he suddenly was sitting on the floor. He woke up, of course, but when he opened his eyes in confusion, it was too late. All he could see was the bright beige color of pants as my ass descended onto his face. His surprised gasp was mostly muffled by my ass as I quickly took my seat on him.
He struggled, but, still completely confused, was too disorientated to actually fight back. This made it easy to wiggle my ass around, making his face sink deeper into the sweaty crack of my big soft butt. And through the very thin fabric of my pants and underwear I was able to immediately tell when his nose was where it needed to be, right on my asshole.
“I am sorry, but you have to take it for the entire class!”, I said in a desperate tone.
And then I farted. It was a really big one and I was unable to prevent a loud sigh of relieve as it came out. It felt really good. And I did not hear, neither smelled anything, thanks to Matt’s face being deep in my crack and his nose sealing my asshole. At the same time, Matt seized to struggle. I just figured that he got knocked out.
“I am a terrible person.”, I said quietly, with nothing but disgust for myself in my voice, yet I stayed right where I was and let our another huge fart.
If Matt had stopped stop breathing, I would have gotten up without delay, but I could feel his deep breaths inside my ass, so without his life in any danger, I could not bring myself to move, no matter how terrible I felt for it.
“I am truly sorry.”, I whispered as I put down my bag and put my book and papers on the desk, Matt had previously occupied. I let out another fart right before the bell rang and other students began to enter the room.
With deep breathes I was able to avoid a beet red face as our classmates and teacher entered. Some did not even notice what was going on, others just starred unsure about what to say. Our teacher, Mr. Rorick did notice it even asked the important question: “Why are you sitting on your classmate?”
My answer was a slightly modified truth: “I was unable to relieve myself during the break.”, the teacher’s face turned pale as he heard that, “So I asked Matt if he could take one for the class and he agreed to take care of it for today.”
“I-I see.”, Mr. Rorick said with an obvious expression of relieve, “Normally this could obviously not be allowed, but since I don’t want you to be unable learn just because of your medical condition and because Matt is already ahead enough to be fine with just listening, I will allow it this once.”
“Thank you, Mr. Rorick!”, I replied happily, but on the inside I was screaming.
If the teacher had told me to get off Matt’s face, I would have had no other choice, but to do so, but instead I kept sitting and let out another foul fart into my classmate’s nose.
As the lessons went on, I managed to get my mind of Matt, who I was bombarding with farts, and for once was able to concentrate on the lesson without being distracted by my hurting guts. My grades had not been too great in any class that I had in the last two periods, but being able to just let the gas out, allowed me to actually understand what was going on.
With my ears listening to the teachers explanation and my eyes glued to the ‘Faust’ book in my hands, I relaxed and just let out all my gas into Matt’s nose as his face made a comfortable pillow for my ass, which kept sweating from the warmth of it and the heat of my farts.
I had to admit to myself, that even if it teared me apart mentally, I loved it on a physical level.
But I when I looked to the side for a moment, a feeling of terror came over me.
In the window, my face got reflected and I saw a completely happy and peaceful expression on my face.
I was sitting on my classmates face, with my big, sweating ass and send my farts right up his nose and I appeared totally enjoying every second of it! Sweat began to build up on my forehead.
“How can I enjoy this?”, I thought, “I am at best sitting on an unconscious classmate and at worst farting into the nose of a conscious one that has to endure the humiliation of being a fartcushion for my sweaty ass in public!”
My self-loathing had me wiggle my big butt in discomfort, what led to Matt’s nose rubbing against my asshole. I almost moaned at the feeling and let out a wet fart into it.
“Why must your face be so comfortable, Matt!”, I ranted in my head, “If you face was not so damn soft, I would not be so comfy sitting on it! Then I would not be enjoying having you breath in my farts that much! Then I wouldn’t get this… This aroused by it!”
Yes, I was aroused. Each time my sweaty hole opened and forced my gas into Matt, a wave of pleasure went through me. It was wrong, but I just could not help it. My gas is truly nasty, so having someone actually breathing it in just makes me feel so good about myself.
It is a perversion. I am a pervert and I had to accept that. And I did.
My mind went off Matt, who I truly only viewed as a pillow for the rest of the lesson.
A comfy, stench absorbent pillow.
With my increasing heartrate, my body temperature rose. I started to sweat more and I could feel how wet my ass crack became.
Once the lesson was over, I remind in my seat. At first I wanted to get up when everyone was gone, but decided to enjoy myself a little more. I put my arms on my desk and rested my head on them as I pushed out the remaining gas from by guts. I sighed in relieve.
Ten minutes later I finally got off Matt’s face and took a look back to look at my unconscious victim. My eyes widened as I realized that he was not unconscious at all.
“You-You are awake?”, I gasped in shock.
I was able to see some signs of imprints my butt had left on his face, as well as a wet layer of sweat that ran across the middle of it. Matt was breathing heavily. He did not scream or move, just looked at me. My mind was blank I had no idea what to say. Picking him up was the first thing that came to mind, so I turned around. And as I did my leg hit something hard and warm. So I looked down to see a huge bulge in Matt’s pants. His face had not gone red from me sitting on him. He was embarrassed!
My following actions had no thought behind them. They were they lead by something I could only explain as an instinct. Somewhere in my mind there was a voice that told me to do it.
So I dropped my pants and underwear as I turned back around. With my hands I parted my cheeks as I sat back down on Matt’s face. He did not struggle, did not attempt to move away. Instead, he embraced me the moment his nose was pressing against my anus again, throwing his arms around my legs and hugging them. This pulled me even further down on his face. I lied back down on the table and went back to fart up my pillow’s nose with a happy and peaceful expression on my face. As I started to feel his tongue moving around down there, my face got red, but my expression did not change from its relaxed expression.
When I eventually got up from him, it was already dark outside and even the sweat stain in my pants had dried. And for the first time, I had actually ran out of gas.
Matt was panting. The licking and deep breathing had exhausted him. He had made a mess in his pants and I on his shirt, but no one would notice it in the dark.
When I looked at him that time, I knew exactly what to say. And with a smile on my face, I asked him a question.
From that day on, my daily routine had changed.
I arrived much earlier at a school and headed to the roof, where Matt would arrive not much later. Then I would settle my naked ass down on his face and fart up his nose until the bell rang. We would do the same thing during lunch break and a longer session after school.
I never had to deal with a hurting belly in class again.