It had been a long cold weekend. Snow again, and 10 below outside… again. Needless to say, Olivia was not the biggest fan of the frozen winter her apartment building had been suffering. To make matters worse, the central heating had gone out the day prior, plunging her tiny bedroom into a deep freeze. The only thing keeping things livable was the small plug in space heater Olivia kept in her closet for emergencies such as this. It was currently at the foot of her bed, a blanket draped over the top to heat up her bed. This little technique worked well, keeping her legs nice and warm. “I fuckin hate winter..” she thought to herself, “No heat, incompetent landlord, and fucking snowed in AGAIN, FUCK.” While most people were stoked for snow, in Olivia’s case, it was just an inconvenience, stopping her from going out on the town, hanging out with friends, and eating good food. The food issue was of particular concern to the strawberry blonde, as all she had in her cupboard was a couple of cups of instant ramen, when she had long since devoured…

From under her thick woven blanket came a disgruntled rumbling, briefly distracting the girl from her fed up aura. “Oh gosh, that ramen… I just KNEW that was a bad idea..” She knew exactly what it ment. Gas, noxious, vile, and unbearable fumes. The kind of pungent air that could knock a man dead in an instant. She was known, or should it should be said infamous to her classmates for bombing the yoga room with her toxic aroma on the daily almost. But this time was different, Olivia was alone, trapped in the most miniscule of bedrooms, with nothing but a locked window, blanket, space heater, and an ass that was ready to drop guts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” She glanced in a panic at her window, was it really worth opening it? Even for a second just to help ventilate the soon to be torturous gas chamber? Then she looked at her blanket, currently being pumped full of warmth from the trusty little heater, and bargained with herself, “Maybe if I just hold the blanket down real tight none of the smell will leak out?” As soon as she finished her thought her stomach rumbled again, displeased with her continued decision to lock in the intense gas that was being cooked up in her guts. Sulphur, methane and death all swelled within the petit woman's bowels, and they wanted out immediately.

The pressure started building between her pale ass cheeks, and her heart sank. She knew it was futile, even if she wanted to open up the window to air out the impending eggy miasma, she knew it wouldn’t work, not only would the stench be too much for the window to air out in any reasonable amount of time, but the thing was frozen shut. There was no escape from her own ass fumes, and of course they had to come knocking on the door with her legs and ass all tucked in a thick heavy blanket being pumped full of heat in a small small little room.

“This is gonna suck isn’t it” She sighed, she then took a deep breath, holding a bubble of fresh air in her mouth, and began to hold it as long as she could whilst releasing a demonic plume of pure ass gas out into the confines of her warm, thick, heater filled blanket, and waited for the worst.

*BLOOOOOOORRRRRRRRTTTTTTFFFFFFSSSSSSSsssssssssssspppppppp……*

The release was just as horrifying as she expected it to be, just as horrifying and then some. It was so sickeningly warm, so deafeningly loud, and yet unknown to her, downright unbreathable. Just seconds after she released this monster of a fart, the temperature beneath the blanket rose ten times what the heater was currently supplying. Her legs began sweating as the horrible gas festered and transformed from the once Earth-like atmosphere, into a terrifying Venusian miasma. Pure sulphuric hell. And it wasn’t over yet, as Olivia continued to hold her breath, attempting to save her lungs from the horrors she was creating, she couldn’t help but let out another sinister gas plume.

*Pffffffssssssssppppppppp…………………………………………………………*

While much quieter, this one was so much worse. The silent killer supplied too much gas for the girl’s blanket to contain, and the choking concoction began leaking out, filling the small heated room with an unbearable green fog. Olivia’s eyes widened with fear, she had let out horrifically face-melting farts before, practically on the daily, but never once had she cut one so bad that it held a visible green tinge on the air. She continued to hold her breath as tight as she could, fearful for her own health at this point. “Fuck this is unreal! If I can see it it has to be downright poisonous! What the fuck do i do?!” her panic was only compounded when she noticed the condensation on her frozen shut bedroom window. Her farts were so intense that the whole ecosphere in her room had turned into a humid fart fueled swamp, the kind you’d imagine Shrek to be living in, especially after he’s ripped ass.

Her cheeks were turning blue, and the silent but deadly farts just kept pouring out of her. She couldn’t hold her breath for much longer, realizing her only choice was to leave now or suffocate. She scrambled out of bed barely holding on to the tiny amount of oxygen she had left in her lungs avoiding the evil smell. Upon getting up, she made the mistake of taking off her blanket. The poor thing didn’t realize the intense amount of fog and stink that blanket was shielding her from. What leaked out was but a tiny fraction of the smog that was being trapped. As soon as she lifted it up she couldn’t see a thing beyond her own hands. It was a smokescreen of pure emerald haze. This was bad, there truly was no escape from her own ass fumes now. All she could make out beyond the reach of her hands was the slight light of the window. And now, with no idea where her bedroom door was within the hot sulphuric clouds, she took one step toward the light of the window before her lungs gave out and she inhaled.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up on end, her whole body jerked and her lungs began to burn badly. She couldn’t think, the whiff of toxic fart gas completely blue screened her mind. It was horrible, the smell. It was as if she had been locked in a grave out in the Sahara, but instead of sand, she was buried by a mile of rotten eggs. It was the worst thing she had ever smelled, worse than the time she turned a her shower into a steamy eggy sauna, worse than the time she was subjected to an evening of horse farts after tending to her friends cattle. This was the worst aroma she had ever been nasal witness to, and it was slowly chipping away at her consciousness.

She took another involuntary whiff and snapped out of the daze, now she was in fight or flight mode and she bolted for the window, coughing and gagging. “hOLY FUCKING SHIT MY ASS IS TRYING TO KILL ME” She choked out between coughs to herself. “SO FUCKING EGGY OH GOD I CAN’T BREATHE!!!” Now at the window she began clawing at the latch desperate for it to open and free herself from this gas chamber of death she’d created. The smell was getting to her, and as the room kept getting steamier, she began to lose steam. Her frantic clawing became more subdued, devolving to a sullen hand pressed up against the window, a last ditch plea for salvation, but unfortunately for her, no such rescue would come.

“It smells… so… bad…..” She uttered slumping down to the floor, her hand slipping down from the glass and resorting to pathetically and ineffectively fanning her nose. Dazed and barely conscious she sat there, her stomach rumbling one last time. “Please… no…” she pleaded to her stomach, had she been more coherent she would’ve found pleaded with herself to be really odd, but in the moment it made sense, her ass and stomach now had a mind of their own, they didnt care if it was killing her lungs and nose, they were here for one thing and one thing only, to release a hot miasmic force of nature.

And with no energy left to clench her ass cheeks, she released one last silent killer into the already biohazardous maelstrom.

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It was completely silent, but packed the worst punch of them all, pure unadulterated sulphuric hell. It was as if Satan herself had bent over in front of you and mercilessly released her mustered gas farts directly up your nose. This of course was enough to turn the room completely opaque in a cloud of pure green haze. Once Olivia got a whiff of her newest noxious creation, that was it, she was done for. She convulsed, coughing, gagging, and gasping. Clutching at her throat and sputtering. The only thing she could think was

“Air… I need… air…”

And with that she fainted, into a day long, rancid fart induced slumber. With the only evidence of what happened being a strong green fog, and a single feminine handprint on the window.