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In Her Bed PART 1 Thanksgiving Night gathers and so my watch begins. It shall not end until she wakes. I shall take no break, hold nothing back, or complain of the smell. I shall wear no protection and win no glory. I shall live and serve at my post. I am the nose up her hole. I am the watcher of her ass. I am the shield that guards her nose from the smell. I pledge my life and honor to my girlfriend’s ass, for this night and all the nights to come. I thought about these words as I watched my girlfriend eat her food at Thanksgiving dinner with her family, an idea had been streaming through my head the entire day, she was going to be gassy that night, real fucking gassy. The first thing you should know is that I now live with my girlfriend, who is an absolute goddess in every sense of the word. I worship her, I do her bidding, I make her happy. She may be only a 21-year old college student from New York University, but she’s the greatest thing to ever grace this planet. On that fateful night on the subway train, I got to experience the grace and beauty of this magnificent woman. At the end of the painful and gassy ordeal a part of my mind wanted nothing to do with her again, it was thrilling but too much at the same time. She offered a chance to meet up again on the train and three days later I took her up on the offer. Smelling a few more of her post-workout farts we spent the train ride back home to Queens getting to know each other. As I felt it was an honor to have served her and her ass, she thought I was a thrill too, loving the attention I gave her and loved that I was the first person to actually appreciate all of her. She is bright, she is sweet and she is merciful and yet the power of her body and what comes out of it is without mercy. I had enough with pretending otherwise when I knew that she was the person I was meant to have this whole time. It has been several months but I’ve dedicated myself to her. Likewise she had come to find me as a decent man, not only a decent man, but more man than anyone before her. She treats me with affection and respect, she had come to love me as greater than the rest of my own gender and likewise I treat her as greater than all other women, but women are superior in any aspect and she is the most superior of them all. I now see her every day in the evening, when she normally returns home from her studies and after I get done with work, we are still living separately but that hasn’t stopped the hours spent in her house. And she loves showering me with the built up farts that she has from the day, it was a great surprise to learn that the farts I had experienced that first night were not even her best, this girl truly is a gassy powerhouse and I love every inch of her. She has farts built up every day from having to hold it in in class and in the presence of others, so I help her relieve all of that pressure when she gets home and turns the apartment into her gas chamber. She isn’t one of those people who can fart like crazy all the time, but when she gets going there’s no stopping her. As for me, I enjoy experiencing every bit of it, someone as beautiful and strong as her releasing farts so loud and smelly that they leave you speechless; I’ve died and gone to heaven. I have found myself spiraling out of my former, and not exciting, world and into her sphere of influence. I have taken to her interests of working out, of her studies and subjects and her cultural tastes. I do it gladly for her and she in turns gives me the respect that a worshiper of her deserves. Meeting her was the momentous event in my life that has given me new meaning. My purpose on this Earth was simple, be her’s. And this woman I gladly do it for, I still smell her farts, as many as I can anyway, and give her complements as to how bad her flatulence can get. She thinks of it as some funky aroma that she’s half embarrassed on releasing in public. I tell her that her gas is only another symbol of her perfection, that such a Godly creature like herself can produce such overwhelming stenches is only an example of the overreach of her power. I’m being overdramatic about all of this, but this woman truly is the greatest person alive and I will show my appreciation for her every day of my life. Thankfully she is appreciative of that love and the two of us has bonded like nothing we have ever witnessed before. It wasn’t a surprise then when she invited me to her parents’ house in Brooklyn for Thanksgiving dinner, a chance to meet the two lovely people who had been blessed by God to create such a perfect specimen. I was very excited about the prospect. Thanksgiving with the Johnson Family was an experience unlike anything I had before. My girlfriend didn’t say anything about the masses of people coming over, we had at least 40 people there spread out a different tables and more food for any of us than humanly possible. My Goddess girlfriend was quick to vouch for me at the dinner so that I could get better along with family, being white in a black family’s Thanksgiving had me worried, but they were very hospitable and it was all eye-opening to what I learned from various family members. Thankfully I was open minded and settled in nicely with the gang as we got ready to eat the feast and a feast it certainly was. My family would have amazing Thanksgiving spreads but the Johnsons had them beat by a country mile. They didn’t have a turkey, they had turkeys. They had trays full of stuffing, corn, sweet potatoes, broccoli, potato salad, baked beans, cornbread and probably a dozen other items. My girl would ask for a continuous order of food, loading up heavily on everything over and over again for a total of six different trips. She ate a good part of the turkey, nearly a plate and a half of baked beans, half a plate of corn, half a plate of potato salad and broccoli, five pieces of cornbread and several glasses of milk. Mixed in with all of that, she had a couple of cans of beer, with alcohol considered another of a long list of gas producers for her bowels. Her family was astonished by the amount of food she ate but she was a growing black woman and needed all the nutrients she wanted, and I gladly helped her out. It helped that she was the biggest person there of all present. She was 5’10, a stunner in every way possible with the largest ass and the biggest set of breasts. She wore a spectacular black dress that sparkled in the artificial light of the house, glistening as the family acknowledged her as the most beautiful and amazing female in the room. Most of her family member were either older people or smaller kids, but she, she was a class of her own. Still, she was among the warmest and brightest people there, everyone loved her, everyone should. One thing that was not brought up at all at the dinner, how gassy my girlfriend was going to be. I could only imagine the kind of gases building up within her stomach as she sat down and chatted away with some of her cousins. It was after 9:00 in the evening when she was finally feeling something brewing down below, she knew that she would have to get going before she started stinking up the house and the way she ate that day it would not have been any problem. One fart could have cleared the entire house of all its occupants, and she probably had 50 of them lined up ready to go. To prove my theory, she farted a lot during the trip home, I rested on the seat on occasion to smell some of her farts, but she kept on warning me of not spending too much time, warning me that she was merely warming up. And smelling her farts I could tell, these were different, she had taken in a couple of protein shakes at the beginning of the day and those merged with the megaton of food she ate meant that her gas was stinky on a whole different level. Even I couldn’t stand being there underneath her ass after about ten seconds of taking in her fart. She sighed to herself, remarking about how bad her room was going to stink that night, she was plenty tired and probably just going to fall asleep upon returning home. The tone of her voice, she felt bad about having me smell up these potent babies from her ass. She was also regretting eating all of that food, but I was there to comfort her, she could eat as much as she wanted, she was a goddess, she could do whatever she wanted. She loved it when I showered her with praises of her perfection but I meant every word of it. An idea then formed in my head as I walked her back to her apartment from the subway stop. It had been on my mind for a while since I had seen her eat that food. The idea was the most ultimate way of showing respect for her and helping her through a difficult time. I asked her bad she would be farting tonight; she told me it would be the worst. Last Thanksgiving, she kept herself up all night due to the overwhelming odor of her post-meal farts. She didn’t go to sleep until the next morning, having wasted a night basking in the warmth and putridness of her gas. The idea was then formed in my head; I would smell her farts for her, all night. She warned me, several times that it was not a good idea, she did not want to do it all, she knew that she would be subjecting me to intense gas on a caliber I have not yet witnessed. That of course only gave me more of an emphasis to go ahead with it. She warned me several times more but I insisted, I wanted to do this for her. I spanned the story in a way that made it appear as if I was doing this on my own free will, helping her out through what would be a very gassy night. And she was quite a stunner a night, wearing a tight black dress with her features bulging out for all to see, she was worth it and then some. I wasn’t even worth being there to smell her farts, but I pleaded with her to let me go ahead and do it. She finally resigned herself and I prepared my mind for what would be a long and intense night. Maybe I would go to sleep, maybe not, but tonight, tonight I was smelling all of her post-Thanksgiving farts and it would be an amazing night. We arrived in her bedroom; she would continuously fart while in the apartment, letting more out as she was back in her own home. She had a large king sized bed, allowing me to give her plenty of room and plenty of room for me to assume my position, but to help me out she dragged a chair from the living room and placed it at the foot of her bed, this would give me room for my feet and some of my legs as I got ready to nestle my face up deep into her ass. This would be as hardcore as it could get. She then got herself undressed, releasing a wave of noxious stink that had been pint up in her dress and underwear all day, she was a goddess through and through. Her 40-some inch ass stood out on top of her overdeveloped thighs. Up above, her creamy skin worked up her backside to her black streaming hair, which flowed down toward the middle of her back. In front, overabundant amount of breasts meat protruded outwards, uncontrolled by any lingerie, it was a glorious site and the smirk on her face as she turned back to showcase her gigantically majestic body made me completely happy in my plan to do this service to her. She rubbed her stomach and told me once more that she felt a surge of gas that may be unlike any she had ever had before. She said she never ate more food than she did today, which was all I needed to assert the fact that I wanted to do this with her. She wished me good night and good luck and did tell me that I could take my head out of her ass at any time without any repercussions. She was as nice of a woman as she was beautiful. She assumed a unique sleeping position as she went down on her comfy bed flat on her stomach, probably pushing some excess gas out as it were. She liked sleeping on her stomach, so going to sleep this way wasn’t out of the ordinary. There I looked down at her backside, pointing upwards as I prepared to dive myself deep into its confines. Her legs were spread out, not all the way, but enough to give my body, several inches shorter than hers and a few pounds under, enough room for me to insert myself into the space. I told her not to spare anything, I wanted to take it all in and thus I went onto the bed, cock as hardened as possible (with my clothes on I might add) and I moved my head up past her crushing thighs and to her glorious buttocks. Already the smell was profoundly bad, the smell of her ass I was used too though and this did not bother me at all. But it was wet and steamy there, sweat and gas release had kept her ass rather moist as I felt her buttocks hit me on the side. I wiggled my head up, finally spreading open her cheeks so that I could get nestled in with my nose right next to her asshole. She had to do some work herself to make this possible but I was soon able to get my face into the right position. My vision had already gone away as she turned the lights off via a remote and was ready to pull the covers over us, hiding the world to my activities deep within her ass. Her butt cheeks were bigger than my head, so the head was almost swallowed up completely. It took another moment for me to adjust my head with the rest of my body lying flat and motionless on the bed in between her legs with the part of my body from the knees down resting on the chair. Finally I was in the steamy confines of the ass of a goddess, a 21-year old college student who was the greatest in the world. My nose was wedged deep inside her gigantic backside, trapped right between the cheeks and directly next to her flagrant asshole. I could feel it and it was something out-of-this-world. I had only touched my own asshole when wiping myself before, so touching another woman’s asshole was a surreal experience. It was a big damp, I could feel the wrinkles that were coming outwards from the hole, this was her asshole it was such an amazing experience. Below her, past my mouth, her clit, spewing out a deep penetrating fog of musky girl scent. I was sensing things that I had never felt before. I have had sex before sure, even with this girl, but to feel it from this perspective was fascinating. My eyes were rendered useless with the pounds upon pounds of her ass flesh pushing up on them. My nose was right where it needed to be, and my mouth was taking in breath after breath of her pussy air. There were enough openings with my head that there was some air coming through. It wouldn’t be the cleanest air to breathe in, but it was oxygen, she was breathing oxygen back at me. All around me could smell the funky sweat of her ass. I could even fell the anal hair of the massive woman as I got myself oriented to being right here. My whole existence was now, in her naked, smelly, nasty black ass. She had placed her warm blanket over me, which was one of my few clues that there was something in this world besides her massive and beautiful body, but otherwise, my senses were all focused up on my head. Her asshole was emitting a very minute, but detectable at my level, amount of gas, it was as slow of a release as any and I soon caught myself smelling it quite powerfully. Imagine a release of gas that would last all night long, that is what this was. She wasn’t farting at all, but there was just too much gas for her rectum to hold, so this stream would continue for the entirety of her sleep. The stream would change in intensity as the night would go on and while she would probably never have noticed it, it kept the rotten aroma of her gas up front and center all night long. It was only when she farted that much of this “leftover” gas would leave her bottom at all; most of this stinky air would be trapped in her buttocks, if not for my nose being positioned over her asshole. The main way I could tell she was releasing some of this gas was a slight bit of heat blowing out of her asshole, I could feel the gas come out onto my nose as my body took in its foulness. It was pure and true female ass gas, nothing too strong but noticeable enough for me to tell the difference. This would go on all night as I got myself nestled in for the long night. But it was no more than five minutes into the whole ordeal when she released her first big fart of the night. As I was about to find out, Thanksgiving gave her a case of gas that was for the ages! I could feel her buttocks squeeze on my head as she was flexing them, getting ready to release and when she released her gas that small stream of gas I was feeling on my nose went straight to a raging river of toxic vapors. The fart had a kind of depth and power that was unreal even for the kinds of fart I had felt from her before. The bed was shaking, my entire body was shaking, my mind was trying to understand what was going on as she pushed out a whopper of a fart. My eyes were burning from the hot wind blowing in my face and my nostrils were being populated with the flagrant smells of stinkiness coming out of this goddess’s pooper. The fart was rancid, it was noxious, it was all of those words, the smell of corn and beans and turkey and eggs and pungent, nothing but pungent, it was a smell that caused my mind to scramble back and forth as I sniffed up every bit of this powerful blast of ass gas. And the sound, it was perhaps the strangest sound I’ve ever encountered. With my face pushed up against her asshole and my head inside her asscrack there was a muffled effect that was truly unbelievable. She had turned my head into an amplifying device with the power of her butt wind blowing through my skull and my brain and out the other end. I couldn’t even guess what it was like to her hearing this fart, all I could tell you is that after the entire explosion was over I was about ready to cum on the spot. She had given me her first real taste of her post-Thanksgiving farts and from what I could tell she was hitting on a whole different level tonight. These were All-Star Farts, in a league that was occupied by her and her alone, and the smell of her gas, without a doubt the smelliest possible. And it was amazing! Breathing in the fumes of her fart, at first was among the greatest feelings I have ever encountered, but this was not to last. As the fart died down, she shook her butt a little bit, probably still up and wondering if I was about to get out of my confines, but I wanted to do this, I wanted to inhale every single one of her farts, which was good for her because she had gas galore! It took only three minutes for her to squeeze out another fart, not even close to the strength and power of the first one, but very bad nonetheless. When you are this close to her bowels, this close to her bottom there was no such thing as a small fart. She pitched out the fart and I found myself tasting her butthole, trying to eat up all the juicy juice from her swollen sphincter, only getting started for an epic night of farting. Her asshole, as I began licking it some more I soon found myself in a whole new world. Her farts were one thing, her asshole was something else entirely, it was exquisite. Her sphincter was being salivated amongst the bulk of my tongue, as I applied continuous pressure and was rewarded with slow, steady progress into her inner regions. Her ass was very tight; my tongue was encased in a hard, yet slippery, tube of flesh and muscle, deliciously warm. The taste was intense, indescribable. It was not unpleasant; I was so deeply a part of her that all aspects of her are beautiful; they are a part of her, so I loved them. Tonight I was making every part of her bowel process a part of me, licking her asshole, kissing it, soaking up the glory of her putrid butt pucker made me appreciate everything in the world. With all that had gone wrong in this world, her asshole was as perfect and glorious as anything before. The taste of her asshole was something because of the fart of her continuous farting, that stream of gas, that continued, every second that I was licking her asshole, giving her a kind of pleasure she had never experienced before, she was spewing out that very, very small stream of stinky gas, right to my tongue, activating the different taste buds to allow for me to soak up the natural beauty of her flatulence. Licking and sniffing her most intimate place was such a huge turn-on for me. I was still rubbing her pearl with my tongue as I began to push my hard tongue against her anal opening. The tangy taste of her asshole amplified as I worked my tongue past her muscly ring. I continued even more, I could not hear anything from her as I could only imagine her moaned softly with me worshipping her asshole. Her asshole was warm and slippery, a combination of my saliva and her natural slickness, and mixed in where very small crumbs, microscopic even, they were little pieces of crap. She hadn’t taken a crap since this morning, but she was on the toilet for almost 40 minutes, doing her business and stinking up the bathroom. With her active lifestyle, her bodybuilding and such her dumps were as bad as her gas; she could stink up a bathroom for hours if she wanted to. She had stuff to blow around to keep it clean for guests, but she knew that I loved it when she crapped. Walking in on one of her more productive dumps I could only gasp in shock at the enormity of the deposit she had left in there. Now, small bits of her crap were colliding with my tongue, melting the crap into a small liquid that had a very bitter taste. Shit was not the best tasting by a long shot. There were several minutes of this licking, as I went back and forth with that and just letting my mouth hover over her asshole, up to the point when she decided to let another one rip. It wasn’t the fact that this fart was big and stinky, of course it was, it was from her ass, they were ALWAYS going to be big and stinky. It was the fact that my tongue was in a great moment of licking her hole again when she pushed out this fart and the feeling of a fart on your tongue is very unique. It was perfectly timed and produced a kind of sound that was really without any comparison. To her the sound must have been muffled up, she was never going to know how it completely sounded since I was dampening the effect of her blast. She asshole started moving, getting larger and larger and catching my tongue, briefly holding it hostage. And then she cut the beast, it was a loud and smelly fart. Truly prolific in its nature, growing in intensity as the taste of digested turkey and beans met the tip of my tongue, still caught in the grasp of her sphincter. The fart came out none the same, the sound effect of the fart traveled up my tongue, through my head and my body before reverberating out around her. The smell was certainly something to behold and my lungs were taking it all in. It was worth it though, it was her, I could eat and smell her farts till the end of time. She was pushing out such ghastly stinks that my tongue, once leaving her asshole felt as if it had just tasted the foulest piece of solid on the face of the earth. Hell, it did feel like I was tasting actual shit from her ass. Probably not that far off, but when my ears had finished ringing I had to stay there in amazement at the power of her fart. As I was soon to find out, she was merely getting warmed up, this was Thanksgiving night and this was a girl known for her nuclear farts, she was merely beginning. I could remember seeing all that food she was eating, all that gas-inducing food, loads and loads of it, she was loaded to the teeth with putrid gas, and the consistent leak of gas out of her ass was proof of it. Even with her leak, she was only letting out no more than 1% of the gas that had been building up in her stomach. I had a weird way of counting time that night, not by hours or minutes, since there was no ability for me to count that much, but by number of farts. Looking back at it now, I would guess, vaguely guess that she farted about once every ten minutes, and each and every fart was worth something. After her first few farts she finally nestled into falling asleep and lying down in between the thighs of a powerful young black woman you soon realize that everything about her becomes you. She is naked, gloriously naked, and I could feel her thunder thighs and calves running alongside my body. I knew beforehand of the vastness of her ass, but her legs made the package even greater. With the continuous rotten aroma of her farts wafting around, mixed in with the fact that the room was warm and that we were underneath her covers, the heat and humidity were beyond measure. She was sweating, I mean her entire body wasn’t sweating, but there’s a reason they call it the place where the sun don’t shine, she was dripping bullets underneath there. My forehead and the sides of my head were being drenched in the sweat coming off of her glorious booty. The water from the sweat vaporized to help produce the musky fog that surrounded me in the space between her legs. Imagine for a moment how hot the area between your legs get when you’re asleep. Especially with no air condition, no cooling, hot and muggy and trapped down there, you sweat off a storm. The bedsheet I was laying on, which hadn’t been cleaned in several days was already stained with the sweat and pussy juices of my magnificent girlfriend, already been blasted by some of her more tremendous farts. When she sits on her bed while perusing her laptop while working on a school assignment she would cut one thundering fart into the depths of her bed mattresses after another. I got hypnotized one night just watching her do it, she’d let me smell some of those farts so that I got a preview of what the bed was getting. It was all darkness for me, as you could imagine, but with the heat radiating from her under regions and in between her legs I could imagine some kind of murky fog that had formed around me. And that’s what my shoulders were feeling, I could also feel those legs move ever so slightly, most of the time they went inward, which was turning me on, she was closing them slowly, but then the thought about her squeezing me to death in between her legs compelled me to pray that she would move them back out. She did so, but the movement went back and forth during the night. And just like that she farts again, two seconds worth of gas into my mouth; I suck this one out this time and get a nice helping of leftover Thanksgiving dinner. She loved broccoli, eating more of it than even I would have and this time I was getting a lot of that broccoli into my mouth. The sulfur coming out of her farts was off the charts, mixed in with god loads of beans and turkey and she was releasing a sulfuric mist of fart gas into my mouth every few minutes. Halfway through the night and I was beginning to like the broccoli content in her farts, they were there with every release, a particular high sulfur, smelling actually like broccoli and cheese in high quantities. She pucker up her asshole and drop the fart, these ones were usually high-pitched rippers, out in two seconds and ending. She’d do a couple in a row, and then drop one that went on for ten seconds. I counted about seven of these rotations. It was clockwork, one fart and then another, a minute would pass and then she puckered up and delivered the giant ten-second ripper straight into my mouth. The first two farts allowed for me to get a taste of what was to come, afterwards, my heart would race, getting more increased as I anticipated the release of the big one. This was one of those “subway-train” farts from our first encounter, the same intensity, only basked in the warmth and stinginess of her broccoli farts. Intermixed into the growing orchestra of powerful scents was one that was omnipresent the whole night, that of her pussy. Her giant hairy pussy produced a kind of aroma that was truly indicative of what a powerful woman would be. I was overwhelmed; I could smell Her; the smell I thrived on inhaling each and every time she farted; It was the smell of her aroused pussy, rich and musky in my face. She owned me right now and I was more than happy with ownership. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!! Aw sweet Jesus, there it is, the seventh one since she began on this current loop of two short and one long farts. The seventh long broccoli fart was easily her biggest and best, a true flexing of power of just what this woman could do when given the right ingredients to produce a powerfully foul release of gas. The broccoli fart was about as bad as you can imagine, this time it was positioned so that her asshole was right at my nose. I felt the dampness of her sphincter as she opened it up large, widening the folds of her anus until I could feel the open hole, a pit deep into her rectum filled with nasty, brutally nasty broccoli-fueled gas, and with one release that gas came painfully up my nostrils, wrecking my head with another killer release of flatus straight into my mind. She was in rare form that night, that was for sure, and to mix it with everything else, after that release of gas I began to witness something else, her pussy’s stink rising up as well. It was her glorious wide-open and foul-smelling pussy. She was coating my face from my eyebrows to chin in the cheesy goop lining her sweaty pussy walls. She was cumming in no time as I allowed for the air in the hairy clamp of her tight cuntal lips to overwhelm me. A thick river of her nectar flowed over my face as I breathed in the foulness of her pussy, mixed in with the rich aroma of her broccoli fart; it was unlike any other place on Earth. She was emitting a sort of funk from her pussy while her asscheeks kept their firm grip on me. I could feel the muscles tense up periodically, usually when she was either getting horny or letting one rip. She was in a fabulous mood tonight and I assumed it was the nature of whatever she was dreaming. Knowing the predicaments before us made me hard as hell to imagine the glory of being her and the pitifulness of being me. To me her happiness was the most important thing in the world. She had just gone through a long day of having to put up with family members at a massive gathering. And although things were just fine, nothing to demanding or stressing, she was upon this Earth being herself and to me that was enough of a burden for me to help her out. She ate a shit ton of Thanksgiving food because it was her Goddamned prerogative. And now all that food was ready to come out and she was going to be releasing a nice delivery of wretched-smelling flatulence all night long. Which then made me a willing vessel for her to deposit that stinky gas. For me, it was more than a privilege to be doing this for her. It was a calling, it was my duty, it was me showing her just how much a truly loved and worshiped her and so far I was doing my job with great joy. Every second down there with my nose up her ass and my mouth breathing in the malodorous combination of her stinky broccoli gas and funky cunt juice was heaven on Earth. I was serving a goddess and I was going to serve her well. After that last fart I had a chance to do some more exploration with my senses. I kind of look around without actually looking, vision was the one sense I was lacking. My sense of feeling was the most dominant, okay second after smelling, you could avoid the smell of her farts. But feeling, I was feeling a lot that night. With my hands pinned down beneath my body, positioned roughly so that I could feel my cock locked and loaded for the euphoric experience of being here, I had no ability to move my body, only feel based on what was where it was at. The thickest part of her thighs were roughly where my ears were. I could hear her heartbeat as they were being pressed up against the skin of a magnificent ebony beauty. Her heartbeat and her stomach gurgling were the two primary noises coming from her body. The heartbeat was simple, a calm beat that would only get higher when I was anticipating the release of more gas. There was a part of her that subconsciously was eager to release fart after fart into my face, after all it was what I wanted. And even with my ears in her thighs the sound of her stomach was near everywhere. Most of her body’s systems were down to a low level of service, breathing only for necessity, her heart for pumping blood and her brain for processing whatever thoughts or dreams she was in. But unlike all those other systems, her digestive system was busy, like rush hour traffic through the Midtown Tunnel busy, she was churning out rumbles of booty thunder like crazy, or at least I figured it would become booty thunder. The gurgling noise was kind of frightening due to the nearly continuous nature of it. She was processing a tremendous amount of food and her bowels had to work with it all night long. Asleep she would let her bowels do the work for her so that she would not have to do anything about it. And me, I was given front row seats to just how busy her digestive system could be. And one part of that busyness was the expulsion of more toxic thunderous air into my nose. Dear Lord this girl was fucking lethal tonight. She immediately, without any warning had pushed out her pucker and dropped a new batch of her post-Thanksgiving gas into my face and I could tell immediately that it had gained a greater notoriety form what I had been witnessing before. Gone were any cute girlish puffs of foul wind, she had graduated to more intense womanly gas of stronger aromas and louder power. My head was shaking as her thighs clamped onto my face with the release of this immense monster of a fart. I could feel it in my head, this one was different. The smell had grown from being a purely stinky affair to something downright diabolical. The gut-wrenching fumes being thrusted into my skull were that of something that combined garbage and rotten eggs, mixing up with the prior fumes of her broccoli farts to create something unpleasant. The fart’s sound too indicated an uptick in action; it was pushed out with a force that was getting closer to thundering. If not for my location crammed up her ass she might have woken up from the loud force of this fart. Everything here just felt stronger, my face had to take more time processing the vileness of the aroma before allowing me to take a few breaths and get my bearings again. It came out so quickly and out of nowhere that I had not yet prepared myself for power of her growing farts. And just like that, she farts again, as strong, smelly and long as the last one. Now my girl was beginning to really get good. This was the end of her second round in farting (which was the only way I really told time) and the beginning of round three. How many rounds she had was up to her, she was in control of the situation, she was gassy and I was going to take everything from her. Every bit of that fart is squeezed into my mind as I take in the power of her rotten stench. This was a woman who was very good with farting, one who could produce farts that cleared out weight rooms and classrooms as if it were nothing. She has a very healthy diet and that helps her fuel some pretty potent gas. You throw in a shit ton of beans, broccoli and beer and that potency is only compounded more and more. And it is all going into my head. I breathe deeply in through my nose, taking in her musky and eggy scent, and my brain registers what I’ve already know, this was exceptionally high quality gas. Breathing in one of her farts, what is magical about her is that each fart seems to be a whole new experience in and of itself. Each fart, crafted within her bowels is created with the highest blends of gases to help produce a kind of putridness that can only be described as one of her farts. It is then personally hand-delivered into my nose with a thrust of forceful wind that enables an effective delivery. And she began farting at a higher frequency as time moved on. Most farts weren’t as big as those first two ones, thankfully, but she was quick to release decent rips almost every few minutes. Farting over and over again, she was giving me more stink that I could physically handle, but I did it for her. It was being in this precious spot where I had to remind myself over and over again that I was doing this for a higher reason. My girlfriend was the greatest person in the world, and the best part of my life bar none. She was a woman of great strength and knowledge, she was full of herself, empowered and amazing. She was a loyal friend, true to her mates and a friend to her family. I saw her today during the meal, she was the life of the party wherever she was, she was in control of no one but herself. People did things for her, she did nothing in return for others, she didn’t have to. I would wish it every day that everyone thank themselves every time they provided a service to her on the streets. She was not just any ordinary person; she was a goddess in human form. She paraded around with her spectacular ass, her exquisite boobs, her colossal legs and her silky smooth hair. Her face was exactly what perfection should be, made to give all others a model to base herself off of. And with her exercise and her training her body features were only getting better. She was getting better and better every day and it was only my pleasure to make sure she got the perfect treatment she deserved. And with that she puckered up and farted again. Another four-second long bomb of gas empties into my nose as I inhale in the thick and musky fumes of her gas. Make no mistake, this is fart gas, nothing but fart gas, it’s nearly all that I’m breathing in. Her fart contains oxygen and that oxygen is sustaining me, but I feel myself getting a little bit lightheaded as the evening progresses. I would guess it is after 3:00 and her farting is rather constant, she’s probably let loose about 70 times since we began, most of these farts rather minor, except for some of the larger ones I’ve mentioned, but at this close range, every fart is something. I inhaled and gagged with the eruption of her farts, the vibrations of which tickled her cunt and no doubt pleased her even as she continued sleeping. Her breathing patterns indicated that she was fast asleep, I’ve seen her asleep before, and when she’s out she’s out. But the fart machine is still on and after Thanksgiving night is cranked up to 11. The stench is continuing to impact me, a combination of funk and cheese and nasty butt juices, all of it permeating my existence as I take another huge sniff. Everything from her entire lower intestinal tract is being blasted out onto my face. My nose was lost to her hairy shitter now, the wet and smelly lips of it opening wide to gobble it up from the bridge to my top lip, and to make it even more sensational, I push it in even deeper. It didn’t’ matter much, when she opened up to fart that thing was wide open, covering my nose almost entirely in dark ebony butt flesh as she roars out another windy burst of flatus onto my face. She was milking it, too, pulsating her incredibly tight bunghole muscles on my nose, pulling up, shrinking down, like a tiny meaty wet fist yanking at my nose. This fucking of my nose went on for the rest of the night; it helped me get an even more sensational feel of her farting when she cut loose her foul thunder. The noxious smell of broccoli, the empowerment of the beans, the richness of the beer and the combination of all the food to produce just the perfect fart, real loud, extra smelly and ridiculously long. It was getting close to fart number 90 when I finally had that discussion with myself, what the hell was I doing here? Here I was in her bed with her huge naked ass right in my face, my nose imbedded in the hairy O-ring of her asshole, the rest of her bulky but hard cheeks covering my face, my eyes, my cheeks. My lips were pressed into the sweaty folds of her hairy pussy and she was not-so-gently riding the whole thing, banging her clit back and forth on my lips, the action causing my nose to fuck her greasy sphincter. I am inhaling now the funk of her pussy, the inhalation of that alone was intoxicating, and on top of that, her farts are strong enough for me to breathe with my mouth the foulness of her gas. My nose was getting the direct blast from her shitter; my mouth was getting the unique combination of pussy and gas, marked together into a profound mixture that has my tongue continue to work on her deliciousness. She is perfect and my tongue is cleaning as much of her clit as possible, I’m working with a lot of space here. Of course, I only do this part of the time, I think about my life. Inhaling her fart gas through my nose and her fart and pussy gas through my mouth. She’s a black woman, a college student, several years younger me but with a body that would make a goddess blush in embarrassment. But that didn’t matter for me, she was gassy and I was there to help her. Oh fuck, this was a step up. Without much warning she had tensed up her asshole, again swallowing my nose for second as she rocked the cartilage of my smelling machine to get an new burst of her nastiest ass gas yet. There was something about this release. It was another proud loud fart, though the sound was not much of a matter, the sound waves traveled through me and around her body. Without my body I’m certain the sound would travel around the apartment to be heard by anyone there. But it was the smell, dear God the smell was beyond comparison and perfect at the same time. Inside her asscrack was a damp slimy goop that was forming with each butt release. This stuff had helped produce the kind of toxic chemical that could only be described as the smell of a woman’s asscrack after a constant day of farting. Her fart stink was making rotten eggs smell very nice in comparisons; it was crossing over into a new frontier as the night wore on. She was maturing before my eyes, just as she was growing into a more beautiful and powerful woman, her farts were growing up along with her body. The smell was raving me at a higher stinkiness and the sound and fury of her farts, these were manly farts, hell they were stronger than that, they were her farts. And I smelled them in deep each and every one, she was a goddess and she deserved for her farts to be sniffed. It was these thoughts that kept me going throughout the night. Because I have to tell you, it was a long night in her butt crack. There was a lot of free time, free time that had me contemplate my place in life. As the night went on, I developed a pattern, using her farts to count the time, not really sure of what time it truly was. When it was 4:00 it might have been only 2:00 in the morning or even 3:00, or 2:37, I couldn’t really tell. All I knew was that her ass was first, second, third and everything for me. She would fart, I would “process” the smell, and then I would take an inventory of what was around me. I’d make sure that my head was still intact, that my mouth was still inhaling the thick fumes of her pussy and that my nose was still crammed up her shitter. At that point, I start licking her clit, cleaning all around her folds of her clit as well as just outside. With my head basically stationary there in her ass I could not move far, but that was never a problem, the smell of her gas was overbearing the entire time. That small release of gas continued into the deepest part of the night, just as her smoldering wretched stinky gas continued to bake me in that hot layer of gas that consisted of everything underneath her covers. I hadn’t forgotten that I was trapped underneath blankets, so that her powerfully smelly gas would remain there almost permanently, that was before the fact that I was taking in each and every fart personally. This pattern would repeat itself over and over again and I found myself with a greater appreciation for my girlfriend’s digestive tract as a result.
PART 2 If I had to guess, it was roughly 4:45 when she abruptly changed my current routine with this larger than life fart. I could feel her sweaty muscular thunder thighs close slightly on my body as her asshole was tensing up with the release of this fart. In short, this was one fucking loud fart, a brute in terms of gaseous release. It was farts like this that reminded me of my position; I was an extension of her digestive tract, no different than a toilet that she would fart into. When her asshole spewed out its wind, it was a brutal release of wind, take an air blower up to your nose and press down, a jet of some very steamy and stinky gas came rushing out of her anus with such force that my eyes were rendered useless for the entirety of the 30-second long burst of foulness. The smell was as expected, smelling of loads of rotten eggs and beans. Mixed in too was the return of the broccoli, in full effect and now that beer was bursting out. She had eaten a nearly impossible amount of gas-producing foods which helped to create a sulfur smell that was coming out in way-too-copious amounts. The hot fart blasted itself through my nose and mouth with a force stronger than just about anything else. And the firm loudness of the fart, it echoed around my skull like a bomb that had just gone off in the center of my brain, it was powerful enough that I could consider it a bomb, and it echoed off the roof of mouth to the point that I could haven’t done any better eating shit from the toilet. My nose was given an injection of fecal vapors that showed an increasing diversity, one that was leading me toward the eventual conclusion, that she was going to have to take a shit in the morning. Once she had finished her bomb of a fart, she moved her asscheeks around, moving my head in union since was crammed up very nicely up her rear end. With her legs nearby, she rocked her bed for a few seconds, making me move as her body did. Mind you, she was still deep in sleep, this was just a reaction to letting loose the gaseous tension built up in her. My nose reoriented itself with her asshole and sniffed up the aftermath of the eruption of gas. As you’d expect, it was profoundly horrid, but this was her after farting in her sleep, I was still doing this service to her, underneath the blanket and between her legs, I wanted to help her out because the truth of the matter was, she was having a great sleep. She would tell me often of waking up to her farts one too many times, the couple of times I’ve had her at my place, she farted up a storm in her sleep. Which was great for me to hear and smell (I’d sleep in a different room but still hear and smell the farts) but not as great for her. Her farting kept her up, the repulsive smell and the thundering sounds, she hated her farting sometimes, regretted eating certain foods and taking her protein a little bit too much. She would have much rather have it all leave her anus before she went to sleep, even if that meant farting straight for several minutes. But she was a nice woman and she knew that that amount of her gas would probably stink the place up so much that we’d never be able to sleep at all. It was a double edge sword when it came to dealing with her farts. This is why I offered myself here. Just then, she let one sip out, silently. There was a constant stream of silent gas pushing out of her anus nearly the entire night, but this one took that stream and jumbo-sized it to release a stream of painfully awful gas that made the last one smell like a fine restaurant. This was the broccoli and beer talking this time around and man the two together produced such a pungent combination that I was scared of smelling and inhaling every bit of it, it was not easy to take. My nose just stood there, allowing for all of this killer gas to enter my body and when it came into my lungs it was a burning sensation. First, it was the smell of her gapping pussy, filled with the musky scent of proud, confident woman in front of me, it owned me and I gave myself to it. Mix into that the sweat that was keeping this spot a humid locale, and then add in the cocktail of smells emanating and mixing together in sickening combinations. I knew what veggies and broccoli did to her farts and the effects of having my nose planted right in her asshole meant that I was taking in an awful lot of warm, stinky, eggy-smelling gas. The sulfuric content in this bad boy was off the charts and it seemed like she was releasing a good portion of the broccoli gas mixed in with pure beer fart power. My lungs were taking it in, as it had done so all evening but there was a point in which I was starting to reconsider everything I was doing. And then, the real bulk of the silent gas reached my body, hissing out to its fullest, her fart truly became monstrous. Shorter than her last big blast, this fart was coming out in such a smelly force that my eyes were squinting up against her massive asscheeks. This was a fart from straight within her bowels and it showed. I never knew that someone’s digestive tract could smell as awful as what I was smelling, but she had surpassed that. The language simply does not exist to create a word capable of describing the kind of narcissistic odor blowing out of her asshole and into my nose. I was feeling wave after wave of nearly-knockout capable gas entering my body, the gas was rotten eggs times a million. Cook a large bowl of broccoli and drown it in warm beer, mix together the awesome rawness of hardboiled eggs and throw that all into a latrine and set it on fire. A bit ridiculous but so was the smell of this fart. A fart like this would have caused great mayhem at the family meal. She could not only empty out rooms with this fart, she could clear out a department store with the nauseous energy coming out from this pure and simple stink bomb. The foul aroma ended up being the greatest I had ever encountered, especially from her ass, it was 14 seconds too much of the nastiest gassiest stink that she had ever produced, a post-Thanksgiving fart smell that was off the charts, created in the pits of someone who had way, way too much to eat and drink. And yet, I inhaled it, because I knew as bad as it would be for me, it would be bad for her. The fart was so fucking powerful in its aroma that it was nearly an impossibility that she would not smell any of it herself, but I had to try. But breathing this fart, it was not easy. The slow stream of endless gas that she produced most of the night and for once smelling this smaller stream was much easier on my senses as my mind and body began to process the raw power of this last one, the last two farts really, they both came in pretty quick succession that my head was spinning from her gas. I could feel the gas travel through my lungs, trying to work through the gaseous combinations of her fart chemicals to give me something to exhale. I can’t say what it did with the sulfur, probably absorbed that into my system, giving me some kind of sulfuric poisoning, though I can’t be sure about that. The fact that I am recalling this story means it probably wasn’t that bad. But still, I was able to breathe back carbon dioxide back into her ass, giving her a weird exchange of gas, she gave me chemicals to take in and I was breathing them back into her. She was receiving my carbon dioxide (merged with her own leftover gassiness) and I was breathing in her pure gas. Still, my stomach was having a kind of feeling that did not sit well with me. I was feeling for the first time some real adverse effects from taking in her gas, like I was getting tired myself. I was very much willing to continue to do this for my girlfriend, but there was no doubt that she was gassing me past the point where I could be. But none of that mattered, she deserved this. Everyone ought to smell up all of her gas just so that she wouldn’t have to. I’ve seen her with a disturbed look on her face after she cuts a silent fart before and she is disgusted. I can tell that she doesn’t really enjoy the aroma much at all. If only people would dedicate themselves to her every minute of the day to smell up her repugnant gas for her. It was my wish, in truth; all of humanity would do themselves a solid if they just threw themselves at this magnificent woman to do things for her. I as much as I can for her and she is humble enough to not let it all get to her head. But the truth is, I’m not doing enough, there should be a support team working round the clock to smell her farts, wash her body, worship her beauty and tell her that she is the greatest person to ever walk the Earth. Man had existed for thousands of years, but not until her did the great master of us all, or whomever you believe in, get it right. With her, everything was perfect, and so were her farts, they were extensions of her greatness, a show of strength that she could release some of the nastiest and strongest smelling farts in existence. She would view her farts as a weakness, as a sign of imperfection on her part. I differ; they are only another part of her power that people just are not able to withstand. A fart may be viewed as something disgusting, immodest or wrong. But her farts, they are far-reaching, they are thunderous, and they are there to remind us that despite everything in our lives, we could never reach her level of beauty or power. Mankind simply is not ready to comprehend just how perfect this woman is, and that includes her farts. They are beauty in gaseous form that no one can handle. With those thoughts running through my head, I think I can power myself through the last stretch of farts from her ass, but I knew that the closer to her waking up I got, the stronger her farts were going to get. But, that was all out of my hands. There was a strange feeling I was getting while spending the night in her ass, that of sanctuary. With all the messed up things in our world these days, and you know how bad it can get, it was a relief actually to be spending the night in here, where absolutely nothing mattered except for what wafted out of my goddess’s ass. My noses were sniffing fulltime the flaring stench of her gas, I was tasting the mixture of shit liquid and pussy juice, my face was feeling nothing but hot and sweaty ass with two enormous thighs on both sides of my body, one nice movement of the legs and I could be smashed to death in my gassy assy prison. I heard nothing but her stomach digesting and her stomach releasing gas, my body was an amplifier of her powerful fart gas and nothing else and my vision was dark, but I was dealing with a beautifully dark woman. My world was entirely her and I loved it. It was not a comfortable position and the farts were starting to get to me, but my push was this realization: I was in her and she was my God. It helped cement my goals in life, which had drifted away from any life career goals and whatnot. No, my purpose was for her, I wanted to be there for her, always. She was my sun, my moon, my stars, my everything. I would breathe in only the air that she gave to me, I would feel what she wanted me to feel, I would hear only what she wanted me to hear or what she had to say. I would say yes always to her, no was not a word in my vocabulary. I would worship her day and night and give her the true, absolute true appreciation she should deserve. She was God. And to hammer the point in even more, she pushed out perhaps one of her nicest creations, the loud-silent fart combination with all the fixings, including that same insane wicked aroma. The sound to this one was kind of weird; it was flapping out of her ass for a period of about ten seconds before suddenly changing gears to that of a silent variety. And as I’ve been pointing out now, her silent brand of gas was already churning at a much more potent rate than normal. She had released a Silent but Deadly fart that was wafting its way up my nose and grabbed me down to his knees with this shitty-smelling fart that cleared out my senses. What came out of her asshole, enlarged as usual was a hot steam press of brutal smelling fart gas. This was a telling sign about her SBDs, they grabbed you by the balls and brought you down to the ground, especially if it was one more her more doozy ones. I’ve been in elevators when she exercises her right to release these babies and when she’s on her game, her silent farts cause calamity of a scale you wouldn’t expect for a woman like her. Her friends talk about her SBDs as if they are the angel of death on approach, and they are not entirely wrong. My eyes were flaring with the rancid stink that is being pumped into my body at a rate that is remarkable. Her SBD was a tool that she had at her disposal and as a god was able to use whenever she had it available. It was a tool that she could deploy almost a whim to create the effect that she was going to send a message, when she let loose that SBD she knew that the argument was already over and that she won it. As the fart died down I found myself again wafting in the noxious aroma of her fart. This is what made me change my breathing habits back down to her pussy, the maddening smell of her rotten egg and shit smelling fart made me focus toward the other orifice of her body, her pussy. As I continued getting myself used to the fart, her vagina beckoned with its own powerful aroma. I cupped my mouth over the opening, as best as I could, it was larger than even I had anticipated, and I breathed in one big gulp of pussy air after another, another part of my Thanksgiving feast. I could smell some liquid, not shit, but piss. She was storing a large amount of urine, all of that drinking from earlier she was going to have to piss like nothing else, but she was very good had holding it in, not to mention with me there I think she wanted to have me do my job as much as I could. Remember this was me doing it by myself but even with that she resigned herself to the fact that I was actually doing it and then her dominative nature kicked in, in which she decided to relish in the fact that someone actually had their head up her ass to smell in her wickedly bad farts. The smell of her holiest of holies was heady, a very strong pungent smell of sweat and urine mixed with that strong fishy smell of proud and beautiful pussy. And mixed in with all that, the ever powerful smell of flatulence. The wicked aroma of her stinkiness made the experience as profound as it needed to be. And that’s on top of the fact that the forest of her pubic hair was brushing up against my cheeks like a nice wool carpet. But this was her body, it deserved in every aspect to be worshiped. It was about five minutes of this mental worship, my mouth inhaling one batch of pussy gas after another, processing into my own lungs and stomach the raw and powerful odor of her netheregions. Guys’ cocks have been thrusted up into this thing, using it at their own whim, but tonight, I was appreciating it, breathing it, letting it take over me. And then she farted again. Not every fart was an occasion, but they were all uniquely bad in their own way, just some worse than others. Each fart came with a familiar movement from her ass though, a flexing motion, you know what I’m talking about. Every time you have to fart you have to move your ass muscles, getting your rectum to open up to your sphincter to release the foulness from within you. Same with her, only feeling the ass muscles tense up on me for a second was no different from my head being caught in a grip. The motion had become so normal to me that I had forgotten about it, until this one fart. Only a few seconds long, but with the distinct uptick in the fart’s aroma, I could feel her large buttocks push up against my forehead and the sides of my face and for a split second, I think that they are strong enough to actually squeeze my skull in. I like to think that her buttocks are actually that strong, imagine an ass that could kill, she had it, I know she can kill me with it, but she likes me too much and so do I. One has to simply appreciate the two mounds of butt meat that have been in front of me all night. My head is just barely half as tall off of her bed as her asscheeks, they are round and glorious and much more than that. And those cheeks were mostly muscle too, a byproduct of way-too-many squats. She kept that booty in spectacular shape, I always hoped that the ferocity of her farts was in turn connected to the awesome power her booty cheeks had. Every flex of her ass, it was like rock pushing up against my cranium, if she held that position for a much longer time than she did, she would probably succeed in cracking my skull, but she wasn’t mean, she just wanted to fart. And so the farting continued. This was Round Four, I think, over time I did lose track of how to count the rounds since the farts were so numerous and yet so different. The silent ones came very rarely, thankfully or I would have passed out long ago, but the other farts, they came in rather often. Since I’ve been in bed with her, she’s probably farted upwards to 100 times and in the past 20 or so there’s another thing that’s been noticeable in her stench, the shit. Actual shit too, fecal material straight from her ass. I’ve spent time with her in the bathroom when she takes a shit too, so I know that she can produce some rather colossal dumps. She was too healthy for her own good but that made me a happy person so I actively encouraged it. Not that she had any problem with that, her working out was one of the parts of her life that she enjoyed and watching her in the weight room a few times I enjoyed it too. Seeing her flex her muscles, squat and even lift weights, I was mesmerized by just how much power this woman had. She was not a person to pick a fight with, even if she didn’t seem like your bulky bodybuilder, she could sit on you and end your life and as someone who has been sat upon by her tremendous behind I know that personally. She was being nice to me that fateful night on the subway, she could have exerted more force than before, but she was testing me out. But what other guys weren’t able to demonstrate that I was, was dedication. Guys only wanted her for her, to have sex with her and check that box off their list. Me, I wanted to worship her, ever seeing her walk onboard that train she had been engrained in my head. How someone could be as beautiful and perfect as her, it still baffled me. And yet, her shit stinks. I guess no one can be truly perfect. As the clock ticked closer to the morning, I mean after 100 farts or so I knew I had to be getting closer, the repulsive smell of pure female waste material was getting stronger. My nose kept its vigil by her ass, for all these hours I was going through an endurance test that would make Ironman seen like a cakewalk. Remember, I’ve been basically motionless the entire time, except for a little movement of my face, trying to gulp some remnant oxygen that’s been piped down toward my face due to the curvature of her ass. I’m getting my oxygen but it’s not in the most appreciative way. The oxygen is coming in filtered, mixed in with her overwhelming nasty shit aroma and the burning hot eggy stench of her farts. Still, its oxygen and I’m breathing, though I’m sure I’m going to need some kind of breathing treatment when I get out of her ass. Inside that asshole, was a growing contingent of shit, getting larger and larger, she was forming logs, quite long and thick logs too. I could smell it, deeply and intensively. This wasn’t fart gas; this was shit, meant for one place and one place only, the toilet. Smelling shit was a different level from smelling gas, gas was pure and innocent, even if it was nasty, shit was disgusting. But that made the whole experience for me even hotter, thinking that she was creating long and thick logs of female excrement that were the final leftovers of her massive Thanksgiving feast. I could remember seeing her eat through all that food, demolishing it like a trash compacter, and now the compaction was being done. Still, I remain there, inhaling the growing aroma of her raw fecal material, thinking of nothing else than helping her. But then again, I’m doing this service to her and just as I think more about it, a long, wet fart exploded from her ass and fills my nose and mouth with gas and wet shit. The gas exploded into my nose and saturated my oral and sinus cavities. My thoughts drifted and I remember with a kind of cold detachment something I'd heard about the sense of smell and the memory that they were so closely linked because the particles you smelled actually came into direct contact with part of your brain. I realized that particles of shit were actually coming from her bowels and touching my brain. I was truly hers, not only was she shitting in my mind, essentially, but some of the shit I'd eaten from her ass and the piss I'd drunken from her hairy cunt has been absorbed by me and become part of my body. It was a feeling of great astonishment and amazement; I just occurred to me that this stuff was helping me to grow new cells, used for energy. I and her shit were inextricably enmeshed, I had become her shit. On this night, I was her digestive system, nothing more. This is what made everything else in the world seem minor to me. All the problems currently affecting us as a human race, seven billion and counting and she was the only thing in my mind. Constantly I thought about what was being produced within her, the raw smell of her bowels at work. It was a form of mind control really, one she’s had over me since that night on the train. My mind was rewired to think of her and only her, she was intoxicating, the smell was something that remained in my head, pounding at it like a sledgehammer. To imagine a more pleasant view of the famous quote from 1984, “if you want a picture of the future, imagine her ass sitting on my face – forever.” I could tell the end was coming, it had to come, she had to wake up. My girlfriend had gone through the entire night without waking up, great for her as her farts for once did not keep her up. I can remember coming up on her while were both in Manhattan during the day, me taking a break from work and her in the weight room doing this squats to turn her glutes from beautiful glutes to mind-blowing awesome glutes, when she appeared to be more tired that she lead me on to believe. This was because of the fact that her farts would keep her up during the night. She never had Mexican food during the week, figuring that it would keep her awake all night and make her drowsy for school. I spent a night with her one weekend after she had Mexican food and we were up all night long, not until sunrise was she finally able to sleep, after creating perhaps the sickest smelling gas chamber in her apartment of all time, surpassed only by what I was experiencing right now. It was the curse of having the gas problems that she had. And I was getting a very up close and personal tour to those gas problems as she slept. My nose continued holding vigil over her asshole, still oozing out with a nearly nonexistent stream of silent noxious gas. As I said earlier, she wasn’t farting; she was just holding so much gas that it simply had to be released almost continuously. That’s the most remarkable part of the whole evening; she was technically farting the entire night, only these releases were too weak to be considered gas. And then it dawned on me, she was having gas all night long. That’s right; my girlfriend was passing gas, for up to eight hours straight. Only farting on occasion. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB Too much on occasion I’ll admit. What the little descriptor of the fart didn’t indicate was just how wet this one was and that’s when I got my first clue as to what was going on. There was juiciness to this fart that had surpassed some of her recent toots. You know a fart, when you release it you think you’ve crapped yourself, that’s what this one was. My nostrils were given a nice whiff of what was to come and that’s when it really hit me, she might shit herself before she woke up. The aroma was getting even smellier, if that were at all possible, I’m sure with most people it wasn’t, a bad smell is a bad smell, but you haven’t spent much time smelling my girlfriend’s farts. She is able to manufacture something that defined everything science knew about pungent aromas. We drove by a landfill one time out in Staten Island; I can’t remember why we were there. It was one of those areas, we were on the expressway actually and the smell of the landfill was blowing right in our direction. She then dropped one of her nastiest ass farts into the seat of the vehicle, a killer on my nose. Soon, the smell of the landfill, and that wasn’t nothing to get past, was nonexistent with the smell of her overdeveloped flatulence filling up the interior car. We were the only vehicle in that queue of cars to have their windows down while waiting to pay the toll to cross over into New Jersey. Why the hell did we go there anyway? With her asshole closed again, I could still detect a growing mass in her rectum. More and more shit was forming; this was a woman, as you can probably guess, who could clog a toilet if she wanted to. And this was after Thanksgiving so you knew it was going to happen. It wasn’t a matter of it; it was a matter of when. I expected her to wake up really soon, but she was in control and I soon found myself spending upwards to another hour and a half with my head crammed up her asscheeks as she continued with these “small” farts of growing shitty odors. I had stopped telling time, but something inside me, something internal was telling me that it was well past the normal time to wake up. But then again, she was a college student, on break for the holidays. She didn’t have to wake up early today; she could sleep in all she wanted. This introduced a new dynamic into the whole situation, time. I figured she was just going to sleep the normal amount of time, I had quickly done the calculations in my head last night when I came up with my solution, but I had never thought about the actual logistics of it all. Looking back, spending my time back here, which I wouldn’t have traded any other way, her satisfaction made me muscle my way through the whole ordeal, not breaking at all, made it all worth it. In a way, I was showing her how strong I was. I was not a muscular person as a youth, I didn’t play sports much and I was traditionally one-upped by my other brothers in endurance tests. Here, I was making up for it all; I was going through a torture test that even my brothers could never endure. Time waged on even longer, I could see splashes of light, which had penetrated her blanket and filtered down the curves of her asscrack, don’t worry it was nearly perpetual darkness regardless of that. But I could tell that it was daylight, and not only daylight, but well past sunrise. The blinds were down; her room was entirely illuminated by the morning sun. It must have been cool, smoke rising from the various chimneys around our apartment complex as a brisk morning air was about in the city. It was Black Friday and while people were busy freezing in front of Walmart or trampling over themselves at a story with a bunch of overexcited shoppers, I was at peace with myself with my head up my girlfriend’s ass sniffing her gas. She continued to fart, one every few minutes, and each getting nastier and nastier. Not necessarily in size but certainly in smell, soon her farts were smelling as bad as that silent fart from earlier and that was horrifying in and of itself. But, it was what I was hearing when she wasn’t farting that gave me something to worry about. Moaning, not from her, but from her bowels, her stomach was churning some really toxic gas at a pace that was making it hard for me not to believe where this was going. Her body moved a bit, it was a rocking motion; she’d done it many times over the night. Moving her legs around from left to right along with her ass. With me fixed into place, I moved along with her like a passenger on a boat. Her asscheeks began vibrating as I felt more gurgling sounds from her stomach, shaking through her body as my head became a conductor for the painful sounds roaring through her body. She was building up gas, and it wasn’t good for her. I breathed in the fumes around her; they were the same fumes that I had been breathing most of the night, the smell of her wet pussy and her rotten egg smelling gas, merging together. It was the fact that I was sniffing this for five minutes straight that it occurred to me. She had ceased farting. That was bad news; she was finally getting ready to wake up. I could imagine what it was like for her. For me, I was merely hearing the gurgling sounds, knowing what was coming, but to her, she was in pain. She had eaten a ton of food at the family meal; she was never not going to be in pain with all the gas building up in her. The farting during the night, that was just relieving the pressure that had been bottled up, there was still a big reservoir of her nasty ass gas held up that she was not going to release until she was fully conscious herself. She had slept well, better than that even, but that pain in her stomach was going to wake her up. You know that pain, a stomachache. Only for her, it was way worse than any normal stomachache. We seem to forget that the worst gas a girl has, the more she’s probably in pain when she releases it. The best farts are when the tummy’s in severe gas pain, there’s way too much loaded up in there and it has to be released. Unfortunately for me, I was in the line of fire of what was coming. I kept my head pressed up in there, knowing that what I was about to witness could very well put me out, end my life even. If it helped her not have to take a whiff of the lethality that was about to emerge from her bottom than it was worth it. She was an amazing human and deserved for me to stay with her to the end. I could now sense it, we were at the end, but the end was going to come at a climax, not a whimper, she was going out with a bang. You’ve heard the term, many times before, Morning Thunder. People fart in their sleeps, obviously I know this far too well, but there comes a point in which you wake up. Your eyes are awake and your mind is processing what to do next. She’s right at that moment, she’s awake, she’s probably still pleased and surprised to find me still wedged up against her ass, the whole night. I’m going to impress her so well, well I’ll get her ever grateful gratification and that’s enough for me. I get to prove myself to be tougher than any man she’s come across and with her affection I will be showered with the goddess’s blessing. But that’s not the problem, she had two choices to make, she knows what she is about to do, she can feel it; it’s going to be massive, even bigger than that. She could get up; move in a way to get me out of the line of fire. She could thank me for my effort and tell me to get out of the room while she destroys the air quality for the rest of the morning. It was going to be that kind of fart, it wouldn’t stink up her bedroom for a few minutes, but a few hours. Hell, the smell could hang around all day, stinking up her apartment in such a way that we would be smelling it well into the afternoon; it was that kind of fart. Or, she could leave me inside, knowing that I would give anything to help her, even at this most desperate of times. She had a choice to make and she made it quickly, she was going to fart, and it was going to be a nuclear fart. I have heard from her about nuclear farts and amazingly I have not actually experienced any, they were very rare and she was most grateful for that. Given how bad her farts can be, I’m concerned for how bad her nuclear farts can be. Her normal farts are like canons going off in a war zone, her bad farts are like bombs being dropped onto buildings, but her nuclear farts, are like the namesake bombs themselves, they are on a whole different level. Or at least that’s the impression she’s given me, she has warned me numerous times to avoid being around her when she drops one of these. The closest I had gotten was coming in on her one Saturday afternoon. She had eaten Mexican food and was cutting some toxic smelling farts. I came into her apartment and was blind sighted by an aroma that was to die for. About as bad as what I was witnessing here in her ass, it was an incredible aroma. She had told me that she had cut a nuclear fart about an hour ago. The fact that the room was still filled with a revolting aroma that made me sick to my stomach, I threw up in fact, smelling a giant fart that she had released an hour ago, made me appreciate the awesome power of her nuclear farts. Now I was going to witness it, I said a quick prayer to God and another prayer to my real God, the woman whose ass I was up. God couldn’t save me now, everything was in her hands and her ass, I prayed that she would keep me safe through what I was about to witness. She had the power of life and death in her bodacious bubbly ass. She began flexing her asscheeks, hard, pressing firm on my forehead, flexing with a force that I could feel my temples aching from the hard massive flex of her buttocks, her asshole began opening up, already the nasty aroma of her shit-filled gas had attacked me, but then I noticed the asshole was opening wider and wider. It was larger than my nose; it was gaping out at a size that befuddled me. With her asshole opened up and her ass flexed, ready to commit its devastation. I accepted my fate and took on her nuclear fart. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB Okay, so how to describe all of this. My life was now in her hands, or in her ass as it were. Her asshole was wide open as she began to erupt with what were hands down the nastiest batch of gas she had ever created. This was building up and I never even knew it. When she began to fart, all my senses were dedicated to merely keeping up with her. There was no way that I could do her a public service when this was going on, I was going along for the ride, and where that ride would take me no one could say. As the fart began I went deaf, or temporarily deafness anyway, the sound was ear-piercing, and that was very odd since it was very muffled. There was a strange baritone sound with this one, that was still loud enough in its own way to render my hearing nearly mute. I may not have been necessarily deaf, more likely having my hearing muted by the roaring sound of her fart. But the sound waves of the massive eruption were such so that it was traveling through my head, shaking it with a force that I had not ever encountered. It reminded me of standing on a platform as a subway train roars in, the shaking of the ground as subway arrived. But unlike in that situation, I was more likely on the tracks themselves, feeling them shake under the megaton of force that was shaking it to oblivion. My entire body was shaking, her bed was shaking, there was a loud sound power in this fart that was not compared to anything else. My head had stopped ceasing to do anything else, I was on autopilot as I began breathing in the foul fumes and hearing the muted force of her loud fart. Everything was pulsating to the rapturous booming of her massive release of flatus. ….RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I could now confirm that this was indeed her last big hurrah and man was it a beauty. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced; hell no one has ever witnessed this feeling. It’s a feeling of awe, of worry and of adoration. I’m amazed by the power behind this fart, I’m scared about what will happen to me and I’m in love with this woman and her strength. As my head continues to shake under the massive release of this gas I feel my life spiraling down a drain, being sucked out as my nose is being blasted by a power wind that was like a jet Jacuzzi in a bathtub. It’s a super powered stream of hot and rotten air out of her anus and straight into my nose. It’s not just a fart in my face, my nose is becoming red, burning as the wind of her hot gas continues unabated at a force that is going on for a long time. My head is shaking so much that I am not sure if it’s going to survive the rest of this onslaught, but this was still an incredible feeling. My mouth, well it takes in every lasting remnant of her pungent gas as possible. I’m tasting nothing but her thick and masterful ass smoke. This is making me sick, I’ve been feeling ill for a good part of the night as I experienced her farting in her sleep over and over again, but this one is taking me to new levels. The fart was bubbly, bassy and thundering, having the qualities of a perfect fart through and through. Her ass was generating a kind of despicability that was moving the needle past the high extremes of what a fart could generate. The last big fart she had cut on my face there on that subway train, that was more like a kiddy fart now compared to this, this was expert level farting. She was showcasing to me what really her powerful farts. The smell of sulfur, rotten eggs, garbage, skunk and onions infused themselves into every part of my body as the vast clouds of her killer gas flowed straight into my body like air filling up a balloon. This effect was raising my body temperature to a higher degree with the sheer kinetic energy of all those gas particles entering my system. I could feel my body filling up with her disgusting gas as she continued to release her fart. On top of all of that, I was sweating profoundly as the warm stench of the fart continued to inflict its maximum amount of damage on me. ….RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR This fart was a behemoth, it was catastrophic, it was in her own words, nuclear. And like the vile radiation to leak out from a nuclear explosion, there was a radiation-like effect taking place here with her scorching hot flatus being blasted into my face. My torture was not just merely on my face, taking the huge brunt of the fart, but all over. I’m in a weaken state from the whole night there. I can’t feel much in my body at all, it has been positioned in roughly the same angle all night long, I’m going to be feeling the aching for the next few days as I try to get feeling back in my body from the whole thing. The fart continued to roar, it’s a bomb like explosion that is lasting a long time as I start to witness the true and awesome power of her nuclear farts. She was this beautiful ebony woman, proud and powerful, cutting a fart that was beyond this world, one of true amazement that was leaving me spellbound as to just how fucking bad she can be. As the fart rages on, she’s moving her ass a bit, wobbling it to the left and right as my head, already shaking with seizer like reflexes, it’s been caught in a strong vice grip and it’s not letting go. Her legs are also moving, as the fart continues she’s feeling an urge to close in on her legs, feeling my body there she thinks for a moment whether or not to continue the movement before surprising me and continuing with her legs. So on both sides of my torso I can feel those muscular firm bronze legs of her close in, they don’t squash me but you can feel her legs move such so that I can feel the pain she’s witnessing. I’m not the only one in pain as she’s cutting this ridiculous fart onto my face. The muffled sound of the punching thunder onto my face does abate at all, it lasts longer and longer, she’s releasing a fart for the ages. ….PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP As all of these motions are taking place, I am left speechless. She is squeezing into submission as she pushes out this fart. I’m being told that I am hers now and forever. Not that I was bothered with that, she was worth it every day. She was beyond an extraordinary woman; she was perfection into a nice tight body that made models blush as they realize just how imperfect they are. This woman was everything, unadulterated, she was power defined, she was greatness defined, she was goddess defined. I’m caught in a wake of motionless as I can only appreciate exactly what was happening to me. My mind was drifting, it had done so all night, but now it was being startled out of its peacefulness as I wanted to appreciate the greatness of just what she was doing. Odd as it was, she was just waking up to release her first really big morning fart, I was taking it much more than she was, people waking up to fart is normal, but on this day, with this woman’s body and her vast feast yesterday, this was anything but normal. And the smell proved it; the smell was getting fouler, as if that weren’t any way possible. My nose and mouth were rendered useless, I wasn’t even examining it anymore, it was just coming into me, my body systems were becoming composed with the chemical composition of her fart more than anything else. My body probably now had much more methane and sulfur in its body chemistry than humanly possible, the water in my body was being soured by the pungency of her stink. She was leaving in imprint on me that was probably never going to go away. But that hardly mattered, since she was perfect beyond belief and having a part of her in me already made my body better. ….PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP As this massive fart was finally beginning to let itself out the smell reaching my nose was going critical with red alerts flashing in my head continuously. There was something else embedded in this this fart, it was what was likely to come out next, her shit. The hot wind of awesomeness, which I had guessed was raging on nearly a minute and a half in length, was becoming wetter with each passing second. Imagining blowing air out of a hose and then add bits of water into the mix again and again. Her fart was quickly changing into probably the one thing I didn’t really want, a shart. The fart became more bubbly, bubbly and bassy in terms of the skull rattling booming that came out with splotches of nastiness. Her legs moved again, gripping me even tighter, my body was packed in like a sardine, I was breathing, but what I was breathing wasn’t really helpful, it was like breathing in the fumes of a toilet after a big dump. And as the fart continued to horrify me with its enormity, she finally went from passing out mostly gas with some bits of wet shit to full out crapping herself. This was a bowel movement about ready to happen, in perhaps the last 20 seconds of the fart. That amount of time was an eternity as I could feel the solid reach the tip of my nose. She had eaten an enormous amount of food at Thanksgiving; of course she was going to shit. The fart finally pushed out its evilness in its last push as an indeterminate amount of her nasty ebony shit came up to nose and caked it with its putridness and at that time I knew, there was literally nothing worse to come out of her bowels. She shitted herself, watery and chunky shit rushed out of her anus as it went into my mouth, giving me the bitter taste of her nasty crap. She finally crapped out the rest of her fart, the thundering sound went down and the air behind the killer release of gas had ceased. My face didn’t take in even a scratch of what her final bowel movement was going to be, but it was now caked, painted brown from my eyes down to my mouth, the smell and taste of shit was in me and as beautiful and god-like as she was, this magnificent women, her shit was downright repugnant. Feeling the wetness in the land where the sun don’t shine, she got up off the bed, making sure to avoid me as I laid flat, tasting “fresh” air for the first time. Not that it mattered; her room stunk so bad it was going to take a day for the reeking aroma to depart. But more than anything else, my body couldn’t take anymore. I blacked out, not that it should surprise anyone, my eyes were closed as I entered a surreal dream state. The force of her butt thunder was way too much for me to handle but at this intense of a level, that wasn’t a surprise. I was out cold, probably close to dead from the experience; it wasn’t until late in the afternoon when I awoke to find myself laying down on the couch in her living room. The TV was on playing some football game, while a bottle of water and a bowl of what looked like chicken noodle soup were lying on the table. In between the couch and the table on the floor was a empty trash can. As I got up, I got an urge to throw up, almost on the spot as I felt a sick feeling in my gut I hurled over the trash and threw up. I’ve vomited before, but this was different, it was the worst case of vomiting I’ve ever had and the taste in my mouth, the taste was shitty. I could feel my face as it was wet from being washed up. I was wearing a shirt and a pair of shorts as a dark blue blanket was wrapped over my body. My head was spinning as I got up from the vomiting. I laid my head back down on the couch as I looked up at the sky, smelling, well her gas again. She had stayed in the apartment all day and was still farting ferociously during the day, which kept the aroma of her powerfully foul flatulence hovering around. Still, it was much better than being crammed up against her anus smelling it from the source. I had to take a mental note, smelling at that close of a level for that long was not for the faint of heart. Eventually, the air in my body had returned to normal, I had a strong immune system and that helped take the gas from her bowels out of my body, but even with that I felt as if there was still a bit of her gassiness that had remained in, perhaps permanently. I loved that, a part of her greatness always within me. Soon I was back on my feet and behaving normally again. And she was as much of a hell of a woman as I was a hell of a guy. She nursed me back to health while sharing some of her farts, which continued pretty much all weekend in smaller quantities. But she told me one thing: she never wanted me to do this again, not because of her but because of me. She didn’t to actually kill me in the process. |
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