This story is loosely based on a dream I had. A quick bit of info about my particular version of this fetish, my whole thing is that I do not like the smell of farts, but I want more than anything for a woman to force or coerce me into smelling them. The grosser the farts and the fatter the ass the better. So recently I’ve been chatting with a bigger woman that’s extremely gassy and experiments with facesitting/farting with her boyfriend. She’s okay to chat about it with me, but has made it clear that she wouldn’t be comfortable doing anything more than chatting with me because it’s an intimate experience between her and her partner. Obviously, that made me a little sad, but I was still able to talk to someone about my fetish and that was all fine with me!

Now a little about her, we’ll call her Megan. Megan has pale creamy skin and ginger red hair. She’s on the shorter side (5’4”) but definitely on the heavier side (over 300 lbs), and most of the weight is carried in her extremely large and round ass, and hefty boobs. I’ve had the good fortune of seeing what her body looks like, and let me tell you, she is the exact kind of women I’ve fantasized about. Although she definitely outweighs me, she’s much shorter than me, which makes the idea of being dominated by her so much hotter! I’m 6’4”, about 190 lbs. I’m in decent shape, but definitely not what people would call ‘fit’.

So anyways, I had a dream about Megan recently after a night of sharing fantasies and stories, and I thought it was pretty hot. So I decided to flesh out the basic idea of the dream and share it as a story. I’m going to say now that I won’t be giving out her contact info so don’t even ask. Let me know what you all think, and if there are any other gassy women out there looking to chat, feel free to send a message! :P

Greg let out a nervous sigh as he sat in the booth, checking his phone every 30 seconds and half expecting getting a text telling him the whole thing was off. This whole thing seemed surreal, like something out of a dream. Greg had met Megan online a while back on a fart fetish message board, and he was shocked by how much fun he had chatting with her. They talked about where their fetishes came from, their experiences and fantasies; but they also chatted about other things in their lives and quickly became friends.

Last week, Megan texted Greg to tell him she was going to be passing through his city and figured they could get together for a few drinks. His mind started running wild, thinking of all the times he had fantasized about being trapped under her massive ass, forced to breath nothing but her rancid gas. Of how long he had waited for a woman to fulfil his fantasy, and how Megan was perfect for him. Greg stared at his screen, trying his best to think of a way to reply to what might be the most exciting text of his life. But before he can, he’s see’s a follow-up message.

“To be clear, it’s JUST a few drinks. I still don’t feel comfortable farting on anyone other than my boyfriend…cool?”

Greg let out a heavy groan as his heart sank. He quickly typed a reply, saying that was fine (even though he was disappointed) and the two of them arranged to meet at a local pub. And that’s where Greg found himself now.

“Here you go…” The waitress said as she set down the glass of beer in front of him. She was absolutely gorgeous. A pretty face, perfect breasts tightly wrapped in a t-shirt with the bar’s logo, and a firm butt encased in a pair of black leggings. Greg may have had a fetish for being dominated by large, gassy, unhygienic women, but when it comes to dating he typically went for the more classically attractive girls. Greg nodded and smiled as he slide the beer across the table in front of himself. The waitress gave him an odd look. “Say…you look familiar…where do I know you from?”

Greg took a sip of his beer and squinted up at her with a questioning expression. “Were you…at that ‘Local Band Night’ concert last Friday on 17th street?” He said, now realizing she looked familiar as well.

Her eyes lit up, “YES! That must be it!” She said as she excitedly grabbed his arm. “I knew it had to be somewhere! I thought maybe I had seen you around campus or something.”

Greg tilted his head to the side and looked at her again. “Actually…”

It turned out that the two of them had probably seen each other at a lot of places, and that they had a lot in common. For five minutes, the two of them chatted and flirted before her manager walked past and cleared his throat. “Oh jeez, I should check on my other tables…” she said, blushing slightly. “You’re still waiting for a few more?”

Greg looked at the empty booth, “Uh, yeah. They should be here soon…”

“Alright, sounds good! And, I’m Alanna, by the way.” The waitress said as she gave a smile and turned away.

Of course, he was only waiting for one more person, but he had asked for a bigger booth when he arrived. Megan was definitely a bigger her, and Greg figured her wide ass would be much more comfortable in a booth than on a chair. And as soon as he thought about her, it was almost like he summoned her.

Greg looked up and saw the big beautiful woman walking towards him, smile on her face as her eyes found him. “Hey! There you are!”

Greg’s jaw dropped. Of course he had seen photos of her before, but they didn’t do her justice. She was wearing a loose and flowy red top that still strained against her chest, and her lower body was squeezed into a pair of tight black jeans that looked like they were painted onto her thick legs. Greg found himself wishing he could see what she looked like from the back, and almost as if she could read his mind, a devious smile spread across Megan’s face.

“Oh don’t worry, I wasn’t gonna let you miss the view.” Megan quickly did a half-turn and showed off her perfectly round ass. Greg was stupefied as he stared; usually when women get as big as Megan their ass loses a lot of its shape and form. But not Megan. Her ass was gigantic, but still looked like it was sculpted by God himself. Greg’s cock began to stiffen in his pants, and Megan giggled as she shimmied her way into the booth.

After shaking off his initial shock, Greg pulled himself together and the two of them got to chatting. They ordered beers and appetizers and quickly fell into a comfortable rhythm. Greg had been worried that meeting an internet friend in person might be awkward, especially considering the fetish aspect of their relationship, but he was never so happy to be wrong in his life. Every time Alanna stopped by, she was friendly and a little flirty with Greg, and eventually Megan decided to speak up.

After Alanna left, she shot Greg a look with her eyebrow cocked. “She’s cute, huh? You should ask for her number!” Megan said excitedly as she shoveled a handful of loaded nachos into her mouth and chased it down with a swig of beer.

Greg just laughed. “Her? Nah, she’s way out of my league. She’s just trying to get a good tip. At most, she’s being friendly.”

“If you say so…” Megan said as she shook her head, a smile on her face as an idea brewed in her head.

Eventually, Greg excused himself to the bathroom, all those beers had been filling up his bladder. Once he was out of sight, Megan waved Alanna over. “Okay, so. The guy I’m sitting with, Greg? He’s super great. He’s smart, funny, and nice as they come. BUT he’s got a bit of a problem in the confidence department.”

Alanna laughed softly as she nodded along. “Okay…”

Megan leaned in a little closer to her. “So here’s the thing, he likes you, but he thinks you’re too pretty for him, and you know what, maybe you are. But I swear: he’s the best guy you’ll meet. So do me a favor, once he comes back, could you ask for his number?” Alanna looked a little uncomfortable as she thought over Megan’s words. Megan reached out and grabbed her hand. “Trust me, you’re really doing yourself the favor here. He’s a REALLY good guy!”

Alanna bit her lip for a second. “Alright, what the hell! Sure, I’ll do it.”

Once Greg returned to the booth, Megan was giving him a goofy look. “What…is something wrong…?” He asked cautiously.

“Oh nothing…” She said as she ate another nacho. “You’ll see.”

Greg looked at her for another second. “Wait…is it ‘nothing’ or ‘you’ll see’?”

Before Greg could get an answer, Alanna walked up to the table, quickly glancing to Megan before turning to Greg with a pen and piece of paper. “Hey! Um, I don’t usually do this but…Could I get your number? I figured we could maybe see a show together sometime?”

Greg felt his heart skip a beat before he reached for the pen and paper. “Uh, yeah! For sure!” He quickly scrawled down his number and handing it back.

“Great, thanks!” Alanna said, a giddy grin on her face. “Anything else I can get you guys?”

Megan turned to Alanna with a smirk. “Just the bill, sweetie. Greg will be covering it…he owes me.” Alanna chuckled slightly at the comment. “And feel free to take your time, I’ve still got these nachos to finish, so no rush!”

Greg turned to look at Megan, ready to thank her, but she had an odd expression on her face. And before he could say anything, he heard it.

PPPPpppprrrrtttt

A low and airy fart rushed out of Megan’s massive ass. “Oh man….all this beer and junk food is REALLY doing a number on my guts. You smell that?”

Greg did indeed smell it, and it was awful. Like rotten beef left in the sun. He felt his cock twitch, but said no words.

BBBrrppPPT

“Oh God, these are bad!” Megan said with a giggle. “As you had to choose a booth to! These fake leather benches always make my ass sweat up a storm!” Megan looked at Greg and grinned as she saw the expression on his face.

“Oh, does that excite you knowing that my big fat ass is all swampy right now?” BBRpppFPT “That my butt crack is like the Amazon rainforest right not?”

Greg tried to keep his composure as the stench hit his nose. He shakily grabbed a glass of water and took a sip, still not able to speak. Megan saw how flustered and nervous he was and just kept grinning.

“Y’know, you’re probably lucky that I’m not going to use you as a fart slave…Because if I forced you to smell these all night…” sssssssssssfffffPPBBBRRTT Greg gagged loudly as the toxic stench of old cheese hit his nose, and his throbbing cock strained against his pants. “You’d probably lose your little fetish entirely. My ass is THAT rank!” Greg looked at Megan, basking in the stench of her gas as she continued to smirk at him teasingly.

“I think I’ll be nice though,” Megan said as she squeezed out of the booth. “I’ll let you get down there and sniff my fart throne.” Greg looked at her incredulously. She wanted him to do WHAT?! Sure, the bar was mostly empty, but what if someone saw him? “Hurry up Greg…You and I both know that you’ve been wanting to sniff my ass for months. And this is the next best thing!”

Greg swallowed hard and dropped beneath the table. As he inched closer to her seat, the radiant stench increased. “Be act fast, we wouldn’t want your new girlfriend to see this…” Greg quickly pressed his face against the seat, and immediately moaned loudly as the heavy meaty stink assaulted his nose. Sniff after sniff after sniff, he inhaled the remnants of Megan’s fart, coughing and gagging to himself while he tried to ignore her giggling next to him.

“Wow! Look at my eager little beaver! I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” Megan said happily as she leaned down to Greg’s ears. “But I’ll tell you what, since you were such a good boy and I like seeing you down on your knees…I’ll let you have a sniff right from the source.”

Greg lifted his head and saw Megan turning around, pointing her gargantuan ass straight at him. “Megan…I don’t know…” Greg said quietly as he crawled out from under the table.

Megan sighed loudly. “Look Greg, we both know you’re obsessed with my butt. And we both know you’re going to sniff it. So let’s just face facts…” BROPT, Megan slowly shook her ass side to side as she let out a loud short burst of gas. “…My booty owns you. Now, come and smell my ass!’

Unable to control himself, Greg plunged his face deep into the warm, sweaty confines of Megan’s giant ass crack. He began sniffing intently, gagging after each deep inhale. He lifted his hands and began to squeeze and rub her fat cheeks as he sniffed, his cock swelling into an obvious tent in his pants.

“What the fu….?”

Greg froze in place and slowly removed his face from Megan’s ass and saw Alanna staring at him in total shock. The two stared at each other for a few seconds before Megan broke the silence. “Greg? I don’t believe I told you to stop…”

Greg stayed frozen in place, embarrassed and ashamed beyond belief. Megan looked to Alanna and gave her a wink before looked back over her shoulder at Greg. “Hey Greg…if you dive back in, I’ll fart right in your face…” Megan said in a sing-songy voice.

Greg whined softly as he felt his cock pulsing. Alanna looked at Greg and softly shook her head. But Greg knew he had no choice. He turned back to look at the giant smelly ass before him, and reinserted his face into the sweaty depths of ass.

“Atta boy…” Megan just closed her eyes and smiled as she tried to push out a fart.

FFBBBRRRAAaaappppttSPLRCH

Greg moaned loudly into her ass as he sniffed up each and every ounce of Megan’s shit-laden air. The moans quickly shifted to gags and back to moans again.

“Oh…that one felt wet!” Megan exclaimed excitedly. She opened her eyes and stared straight at Alanna, who was still petrified with confusion at the sight she was seeing. “Greg….open your mouth up for this one. I want you to eat my delicious gas.” She continued to stare at Alanna, smirking wickedly.

Greg opened his mouth and pressed it firmly against where he thought Megan’s asshole was. Tears were starting to stream down his face, both from the shame and embarrassment, and from the sheer stench of Megan’s ass.

BBBWWWROOOOOOOOOOORMMMMP

The taste of Megan’s shit overwhelmed Greg’s brain as he swallowed her gas. Alanna nearly threw up at the sound of the fart echoing in Greg’s mouth. And Megan just giggled.

“Okay, buddy. We’re almost done. Now give my booty a kiss, one on each cheek, and thank me.” Megan beamed as all eyes were on her.

Greg slowly pulled his head out of her ass, his face shining with a sheen of butt sweat. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Megan’s soft, fat cheeks; first the left and then the right. “…thank you Megan…” He said quietly.

“You’re very welcome, Fart Face. Now go pay the nice lady.” Megan strolled out of the bar, smiling widely as Greg pulled himself to his feet and walked towards Alanna.

They didn’t make eye contact as she handed him the machine. Greg inserted his card and started to pay and pretended not to notice that she was covering her nose. After he paid Alanna pushed a piece of paper towards him.

“Oh I don’t need a receipt…” He said, almost out of instinct, and then he realized that she had handed him back his phone number. “…that makes sense…” Greg said quietly as he headed towards the exit.