In Charge
by Fart Stink

This is a fart fetish story. The usual bewares for non-Eproctophiliacs apply. Yada-yada.

#1: Loan Sharks

The late bell rang with it's monotone electronic beeping throughout Robin M. Williams Memorial High. The hallways were empty, everyone having long arrived at their post-lunch homeroom ahead of time. Except for two students.

The young man, a sophomore, was cornered. His tall, lanky figure trembled at the presence approaching him. He'd found himself in the Women's bathroom. There was nowhere to run. Lights dimmed, he could see the opposite silhouette approach meticulously and slowly, the shine of its glasses reflecting the scarce lighting. Gulping, he backed into the white tiled wall, pressing his body up against it, as if he could continue his escape. What's more, he was right to be scared; he'd crossed the head of the South Street Crew, and he was about to pay the price.

"L-look, Jess, I just need more time to pay back the loan! Please--!"

Jessianne stepped out of the shadows. Nonplussed, she took several heavy steps toward him, eyes hard focused on his face. Just her death glare alone silenced him.

"Shut up, you fucking whiner." she spat at him coldly. "Do I look like a fuckin' charity? Do I?!"

"N-no, I just--"

A death glare. A swallowed sentence.

"'No' will suffice. Y'know what a loan is, don't 'cha? An exchange of money with an intent to.....Pay. It. Back. The gang shelled out sixty bucks to you in good faith that you'd honor your word. 'Figured you wouldn't be the type to go back on your word."

She spoke coolly, never wavering her gaze from his face. Closing the distance, she continued to berate him.

"So now, you'll pay it back. All six hundred of it."

"What?! But it was--!"

"Interest!" she practically hissed at him, narrowing her eyes. "D'ya think I'm a complete moron? I don't give to worthless pieces of shit like you unless I get something out of it!"

The sophomore was petrified. In every way, he seemed to be better than Jessianne. Compared to her short, hoodie-wearing, jean-clad figure, he was tall and slightly buff. He should've been able to overpower her, but her power extended far beyond physical. He began to sniffle then cry softly.

"What? Y'gonna cry? Y'gonna cry now?" she chided, stifling a snicker.

"Sh-shut up, you fucking bit--"

What happened next did so in a flash. Jessianne brandished her forearm and slammed it into his throat, pinning him against the wall. Her laughter had ceased, and her face was stone cold. If looks could kill, he'd've disintegrated. The next words she spoke were deadly freezing.

"You will address me as Queen. You will now pay me six thousand dollars. I don't care if you're down to your last cent. You will not disrespect me. And you, will pay."

With that, she yanked her arm away, the boy sliding to the floor like a ragdoll, trying to catch his breath. Jess stood over him, looking down at him menacingly, gazing in disgust as if he were a puddle of urine. For a moment, it was silent. Then came the sound that had terrorized the school for more than three years.

Growrlllll....

The teen's eyes widened and Jess' slasher smirk deepened as a guttural groan reverberated off of the walls of the empty bathroom.

"Well now," Jess began, this time with a much more cheery voice, "I do believe you're about to experience your worst nightmare~!"

"N-no, please don't do that! Anything but that! I'll do whatever you want! Just pl--Mmmph!"

His petition was cut short, for Jessianne had spent that time presenting her rear to him, and then immediately pressing it into his face. Immediately, the effects were made known to him. Today, the Queen was wearing her favorite pair of Levi's--the pair that had seen the bulk of her gaseous atrocities, and had borne the brunt of it's destruction. On top of the eggy funk emanating from the seat of her pants, the burgeoning booty inside was much worse. It was something to be adored from afar, its shelf-like appearance barely contained by most any pants. Any boy or interested girls would get whiplash trying to keep their eyes on its constantly swaying figure in motion. However, there was a caveat to making any advance upon it. And that reason was why Jess had to do her panties in a separate washer than the rest of the clothes. Her ass stunk on a day without wind, so to speak. This was what the young man was forced to inhale; the fart-soaked jeans of a girl who took less care of her ass than a common farm animal. Yet still, the worst was yet to come.

pssssshhhhhhhtttttttssssssssss.....

A silent but deadly fart embedded it's hot, airy substance into the young man's nose. His body squirmed and wriggled to try and break free of her butt's force, but to no avail. Jess just giggled and ground her asscrack into his face, rubbing the malevolent smelling, coarse fabric up and down his nose.

BRRRAAARRRRRT!

This one was a real ripper. Lasting for several seconds, it was nowhere near her longest recorded fart, but it sure packed a punch when it came to the smell it was capable of providing. It reeked like a garbage barge in the midday sun on the Hudson in July. It was all the boy could do to keep from gagging as he was forced to take it in, wholesale. No matter what orifice he tried to employ, the result was unpleasant. Through the nose, it was as described. In the mouth and throat, it settled onto every receptor and made the air taste pungent. Truly, it tasted how it smelled.

Meanwhile, Jess was having the time of her life. This is what royalty was supposed to do. Exactly what they pleased. And right now, it pleased her to put down this peasant with brutal and necessary force. Another gut bubble gurgled for its right of way, and Jessianne was happy to oblige.

BLOOOOoooorrrrsssssst....

"Oooh, a juicy one! Think I stained!" she chortled, pressing her ass against her victim's head. It was a real nasty wet fart that dampened her crack and burned his nostrils at the same time. It stunk like a fridge full of eggs, out of power for a month, opened for the first time. The boy dry heaved but forced any contents back down. He basked in the full awesome stench of the Queen's flatulence.

Yet, it was about to get even worse. Jess stood upright, much to the relief of the young man. However, much to his outright horror, it was not the end of his torture. Jessianne had just dropped her pants, exposing her dominating derriere to her victim. While round, bubbly and curvaceous in all the right places, the milky white buttocks smelled like hell on earth up close. Jessianne then shoved this monster back into his face, spreading her fat cheeks so that his nose would get just in the right position: on top of her dirty anus, separated only by a thin sheet of cotton.

"No mas pantalones!" she exclaimed childishly as another vile butt blast made itself known to the world.

PRRrrrrrrrt!

No amount of smell training could prepare anyone for the expulsions of Jessianne's ass gas at point-blank range. It was noxious with the scent of rotting animal carcass laid thick with the miasma of dried shit. The boy sputtered and moaned, but inhaled as prescribed. His vision was getting a bit fuzzy. And Jessianne was about to turn out the lights.

"Mmmh.....here comes a barrage~!"

BRRRT!
BLLLRRT!
BRUUMPH!!

She strained.

BLOOOOOOORRRRRRTTTPSHhhhhhhhhh...

The smell was so indescribable, that as soon as it impacted the boy's olfactory senses, he was out. The closest representation of this would be a garbage dump in the sun filled with nothing but human shit. It was ten seconds long, sure to make its own authority known in the small confines of the women's restroom. Jess noticed that the boy was no longer putting up a fight. She let out a small poot to be sure. Indeed, he was out cold.

"Pathetic." She commented, removing her rear from his face and pulling up her jeans. Turning about, she bent down and frisked her victim, removing his wallet which contained twelve dollars in cash.

"Well," she sighed nonchalantly, "It's a start." Taking a pen and Post-It stack from her hoodie pockets, she scribbled

Don't forget--you owe me.

then stuck it gently into his pocket where his wallet used to be.

To add insult to injury, Jessianne replaced her pen and paper and withdrew a pair of panties. Positioning the body just right, she made it look like he was just a common perv and panty-stealer in the wrong bathroom. With luck, he'd awake before the next females arrived. Unlocking the door, Jess turned back to the scene she'd set up and snickered.

"What a loser." she remarked, before exiting and skipping down the hallway to retrieve a tardy pass to class. Surely she wouldn't be penalized for a few minutes in the bathroom.

#2: Garage Banned

An overcast day. The lawns of the freshly cut grass in the neighborhood were wet with condensation, and the dark roads were damp with a light rain from earlier. It was a Saturday in the suburbs and on this fine morning, Jessianne was spending time over at her best friend Sally's house. In front of the home lay their bikes; Jess' gunmetal grey and Sally's sky blue. The attached garage door was open, void of any vehicles. Inside, both girls sat on a red upholstered couch, an old box television before them and a half-empty box of pizza between them. The TV and an accompanying Xbox 360 sat on a dresser, and the girls lounged opposite to them, engaged heavily into playing a local Co-Op of Mercenaries 2, which was Jess' favorite console game.

"I swear to fuck, Sal, if you don't quit pointing that laser at me, I will end you!" Jessianne growled, though amicably.

Sally giggled softly and her character put her airstrike marker away.

"Heh...I thought you liked blowing stuff up!" came the hushed response from Sally.

"Not me!" Jess snickered. "Actually, speaking of blowing up..."

PRRRAAABT!

She leaned away from Sally and produced a short, brassy fart in her direction.

"Oh my god, J, gross!" Sally quipped, faux fanning her hand over her face, passively inhaling the beefy scent of her friend's gas.

Jessianne laughed heartily and peeled another slice of pizza out of the box and proceeded to stuff her face with it, setting down her controller to do so. Sally just watched her with a wry smirk, finishing up the crust of her own slice. Peering down at the box, she raised her eyebrows in shock to discover that the entire pie was...missing.

"Dude, we ate the last slices....those were nine pizzas...." Sally marveled, thumbing at the pile of boxes which sat behind the couch. As if on cue, Jessianne belched loudly.

"Uuurp! Ah, I know..." she patted her distended belly that pressed against her blue hoodie as she slumped back into the couch. "But it was worth it. Luigi's has the best pizza..."

"Where'd you get the money for this, anyway?"

"Where d'ya think?" Jessianne chuckled, tossing a wad of fifties at her friend nonchalantly.

Sally just rolled her eyes and pocketed the change.

"I think you ride the school too hard sometimes, J." she muttered, a light drizzle beginning to fall outside the garage.

"Hmph," Jess responded, "I get to do what I want there, Sal. They respect me, and I get what I want. If they don't....I still get what I want, and I leave the halls a little more aromatic. I run things. They obey...or else."

Jessianne looked up in her monologue just long enough to see Sally's smirking face.

"Hey, what're you grinning abo--goddamn, Sal!" she exclaimed as she covered her nose with her sleeve to block the stench of burning rubber, at least partially.

"Heh, that pizza really did a number on me." Sally replied shyly.

Jessianne snorted. "Yeah, you don't say. Actually..."

FRRRRBT!

"...Ahh...me too."

The stench of rotten beef began to circulate around the two as the two second ripper saturated itself into the couch.

"That was weak, especially for you, J!" Sally chided.

"Yeah? Can you do better?"

BRRRRAAAAAAPPPSSSssssh....

Sally let a roaring emission flow out of her leggings-clad ass, fumigating the immediate area with the rotten stink of sour milk. It lasted for several seconds as the very force of it vibrated the fabric of the seat of her pants. Jessianne looked on and grinned, genuinely impressed.

"Y'know, it's times like these that I'm glad you're on my side, Sal. Uh, not that you'd be a difficult opponent."

Sally laughed out loud, forcing a few smaller poots out of her body, no less rank than the monster that preceded it.

"Yeah, right," she cackled, resting her eyes for a moment, "You'd be a pushover."

When she'd open her eyes, however, she was presented with her best friends booty inches from her face.

"A pushover, eh?" Jess asked mischievously, her bloated belly groaning as intestinal gas made its way to exit her.

"J, no," Sally answered cautiously, "I didn't mean it like that..."

"I don't think my butt sees it that way~" Jess teased, pressing her own torso.

BRRRRRRRRBLLLLLAAAPPT!!

The fart was strong enough to blow Sally's long hair back, and its damp texture flowed for more than nine seconds. Sally sputtered and coughed at the horrid stench and struggled to inhale the thick odor of boiled cabbage and old fish. However, unlike the vast majority of Jess' victims, Sally could withstand her best friend's gaseous emissions. What's more, she actually enjoyed them.

The rain continued to fall at a steady pace outside of the garage, gradually increasing in force.

"Damn, Jess," she coughed, "You really overdid it with the extra cheese..."

FRRRRRRBBbbbbblllrrrrr.....

"I agree, Sal. Definitely some skid marks with that one~!" Jess remarked, as the bubbly greasy gas impacted Sally's face, smelling like moldy cheese and eggs. She shook her ass playfully, affording a bit of a jiggle to it, even in tight jeans.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUMMMMPPPPPPPTTT!!!

Jessianne belted out another huge fart, possibly able to be heard over the rain down the road. It endured for over fifteen seconds, literally packing a wallop as Sally's head recoiled backwards a bit. But if she wasn't physically pushed back, she'd have pulled away anyway. This was one of the Queen's executionary farts, usually reserved for only those whom she truly detested, or any defectors of her Crew. It's pure corrosive toxicity would have knocked out any unprepared human, and probably would have killed anything smaller than a housecat. It was deep sounding, with an incredibly wet texture to it. To an untrained nose--for the few seconds before blackout--it would smell like the interior of a garbage barge wrecked in a swamp in midsummer at high noon.

Luckily, Sally had spent enough time around Jessianne to stay animate, and managed to draw away from her best friend's ass and onto the arm of the couch, far enough from the deadly source.

"Jesus, Jess, what the fuck? You try'na kill me?" exclaimed Sally, in an unusually loud tone.

Jessianne got off of her hands and knees and sat upright on the couch, blushing a bit.

"Sorry, Sal, I was holding that for a bit."

"No," Sally sighed, "It's alright. Guess I did sign up for that, after all." She offered a friendly grin as she actively fanned the air around her. The garage was thoroughly fumigated with the foul stench of their combined gas, though Jess' far overpowered Sally's.

Both of the girls had a couple more laughs before falling into a silence as they watched the downpour drench the whole neighborhood. Then, Jess had a thought.

"Hey.....aren't our bikes on the lawn...?"

"Fuck!" cursed Sally, who jumped off the couch and ran outside in the rain, followed closely by Jessianne to retrieve their bicycles, getting soaked in the process.

#3: Classroom Etiquette

Mondays. Nobody likes them. Not even the Queen of Williams High. This particular evening, she spent her time in Algebra II, trying her best to drown out the incessant noise the teacher made at the front of the classroom. Jessianne sat in the center of the room, lazily doodling in her notebook. With how little she paid attention, it remains a wonder how she maintains straight As.

A glance at the clock. Barely 1:30. Still forty-five more grueling minutes until school let out for the day. Jessianne groaned to herself and removed her glasses, her vision going incredibly blurry for a bit while she cleaned the lenses with the exterior of her hoodie. She placed them back onto her face, once again restoring her vision. While the teacher at the front erased the whiteboard, Jess took a look around the classroom.

The next desk to her right contained her best friend, Sally Parker. The two would often hang out with each other, cracking jokes and playing games. Though they always didn't see eye to eye with her side business, Sally was one of the few people Jess actually enjoyed being around. Her wandering eye swept to the front of the classroom. There sat two members of her crew, Kelsey and Casey Altman, twins--female and male respectively. They were both trustworthy Enforcers and, if Casey wasn't gay, Jess'd definitely have claimed that cutie years ago. Being identical twins, they both shared blonde hair and blue eyes. However, Kelsey was slightly taller and a ways chubbier than the petite Casey. Jess didn't particularly mind these two, and handed them hits that she felt were beneath her.

In the back-left corner of the room sat Ruko Yokohisa, one of the Queen's officers, blatantly ignoring the lesson being taught, her mind engrossed in her 3DS. She was of Asian descent, a rarity in the Midwest. Mostly, she kept to herself, but it was rumored that if the Queen gave the order, woe betide the victim. The two were good acquaintances, and occasionally Jess would give her a cut of her "earnings".

The rest of the class was not worth noting. They were all subordinate to her in her eyes. There were about twenty other students in class, according to the roster. Of them, at least thirteen were victims of Jessianne's infamous extortion. Idly doing calculations in her head, she estimated that about $900 had been obtained from them all in total.

The teacher droned on and on. Jessianne's gut protested at the large lunch she'd devoured earlier. No doubt that, by now, most of it would have been converted into noxious flatulence. And, as expected, Jess desired to expel it as soon as possible. The student to the left of her heard her intestines growl and scooted his desk further away as a precaution. Jessianne scoffed at his rudeness, and decided to punish him first for his insolence. She lifted one of her globular, jean-clad asscheeks off of the chair she sat on, leaning to the right.

pfffffffffssssssssssssssshhhhht....

A hot, silent fart whispered out of her ass, creating a cloud of musty funk that traveled over to the unfortunate student. He began to cough and gag on the nosehair-burning scent of sour milk and the aftermath of refried beans. Slowly, the foul air spread, subjecting more hapless students to the indiscriminate punishment. Jess grinned devilishly at the boy, who shrunk away timidly.

thrrrrrrrsssssssssssssssssssssssttt.....

The Queen leaned forward and set off another butt bomb to "enhance" the air to her south. Quickly, the student behind her sputtered and coughed, dropping her pencil and covering her nose. The stench of animal carcass and burning rubber permeated throughout the rear of the class.

By now, the entire classroom was coated with her scent. The teacher, looking annoyed, sniffed the air. She then passively clicked on the desk fan, which blew the funk back towards the students. She knew as well as Jessianne that she couldn't kick her out for farting. Everyone knew it was her, but there was nothing that could be done. The classroom windows could not be opened, either.

The only people in the room not bothered by it's condition were her lackeys, it seemed. In fact, a couple contributed to it, much to the dismay of the rest of the students.

Brrrrrrrpppppptt

A low rumbler from Ruko in the back vibrated against the chair she sat in, filling the area around her with the scent of dead fish. Still, she looked far more interested in her game than her surroundings, and seemed to let that one slip casually.

Fssssssssssssssrrrrrtt...

A slow hisser from the female variety of Altman. Kelsey bit her lip as it exited her, burning her titanic tush. The thick stink of rotten eggs settled onto the air of her vicinity, thinning the already waning supply of uncontaminated oxygen. Casey was fast asleep on his desk, and no amount of persuasion would wake him, though he'd contribute if he was conscious.

Presently, Jessianne was getting a bit more bold with her guffs.

BRRRrrrrrrppppppsss.....

It started as a loud bubbler, but quieted down into nothing more than a damp hiss. That's not to say that it lost any power in regards to smell. It reeked of bad beef and the school's taco menu. The poor students behind her gasped in vain for untainted air, finding it difficult to pay attention in class during the reign of Queen Jess.

Ten minutes to go. Everyone seemed to have their eye on the clock the second the hour hand hit two.

THHRRRRAAAAAPT!

A thunderous ripper pierced the bland environment of the class, attributed to none other than the Queen herself. No doubt that her ancestors would be proud of her for that bold one, and many others. It lasted for three seconds, and smelled awful. Those who weren't coughing were now, and those who were already doing so began to choke on her noxious fumes. The scent of rancid flesh coupled with the odor of fresh manure forced itself into people's lungs and throats. Sally caught her best friend's eye and encouraged her stink, adding to it.

Fsssssssssssshhhhhh.....

Toxic fumes eased themselves out from Sally's bottom, hitting everyone nearby with the disgusting aroma of moldy cheese and used toilet water. She grinned sheepishly as Jess gave her an approving wink. The four gassy girls had had fun at the expense of the rest of the class.

Two minutes.

BRUUUUMMPH!!

A raunchy fart found it's way out of Jess' ass and into the rank air, polluting it further with the deadly undertones of an irritated stomach.

There was a long silence.

FRRRRRRRRRRAAAARRRRRRRRRTTT!!

As soon as the bell rang, Jess hefted her intrepid butt into the air and kneeled on her seat, intentionally putting the head of the student behind her in the line of fire. This blast lasted for several seconds, spewing the inhospitable remains of cheap meat and vegetables directly into her victim's face. The student coughed and hacked, falling out of her chair and over herself to evacuate the room, like everyone else--teacher included--did three seconds ago.

After this, Queen Jess rose, shut her notebook and proceeded towards the door. Her entourage followed, not the least fazed by the figurative death in the air. Truly, every student of Robin M. Williams Memorial High knew not to mess with royalty.