By: PaleBandit
I stare right into her asshole as she sits back down on my face.
The commercial is almost over and she has just returned from the restroom.
With a bit of wiggling she returns my nose to its place right against her hole.
She lets out a sigh, having gotten comfortable on her favorite cushion.
I have brought that onto myself.
Connie had been my best friend for years, so seeing her down after her sixth break up this year was somewhat tearing on me. The reason had been the same for each. Her gas.
Connie’s digestion is dangerously delicate, what makes her extremely gassy.
She had described it herself as being lactose intolerant, just that lactose is basically anything. And to shove salt into the wound, her gas is just the worst. No one managed to endure it for long, so once things got a little more serious and they had spent a little more time than just a date with her, they all bailed out.
So, I gathered all of my courage and told her about my fartfetish.
I even asked her to sit on me, so that she had someone say something nice about her rear for once. I had not expected her to turn me into her 24/7 fartcushion after that. It had been three weeks since I had slept in my own bed. Every morning I wake up beneath her ass,
be her chair for make-up and breakfast and am set free once she heads off to work,
to get dressed and goes to work myself. Later she picks me up from work and we eat dinner or go shopping, before returning home and if we had dinner before, she immediately sits on my face on the couch to release the gas dinner causes her. Then it’s back to bed beneath her ass. On weekends she barely bothers getting up from me at all. Putting me in my place on the couch and just spends the day getting gassy of snacks and releasing it into my nose.
Good thing there were no plants in my apartment.
Connie is not keeping me prisoner or anything. She believes that I am in total agreement with what’s happening and she is not exactly wrong. Mentally I cannot bring myself to say no to her. I am too afraid it will make her sad. And physically, my body had completely submitted to this life. No matter how much she farts onto me, my body could never get enough.
I have become her slut without her even realizing it! It’s also not like I am not happy!
Not only am I sexually pleased by being under her ass so much, but Connie had barely spend a moment not smiling of humming happily ever since she gets to gas me all the time.
She has also become quite the expert at stimulating me with her feet while sitting on my face, so there should really be no down-side to this. But I have become worried.
My plan was to just build her self-esteem up a bit to not lose hope in getting into a relationship, but it appears that sitting and farting on me has become a replacement for that all together. The fact that she spends her weekends sitting on me instead of ever trying to hook up with someone, that she has become far less picky over her food and stopped doing yoga, what she did to be able to keep her flatulence in check during dates, are clear evidence for that. What worries me even more though is how far she is taking this whole thing.
At first she was even uncomfortable with sitting on my face, but just a few days ago she had used me inside the cinema and later on the bus-ride back home.
“It’s dark and there is barely anyone here, so it’s okay!”, was her reasoning both times,
but it still had been embarrassing for me. I fear that it is only a matter of time until she will use me for all to see. My mind is haunted by images of being used as a picnic-blanket with the basket on my stomach and my face, obviously, buried beneath Connie’s ass, of me being her chair on a full bus. The most embarrassing scenario that I have come up with in my though was of being her cushion for a family gathering. The idea of her parents, who have witnessed me growing, seeing me degraded into their daughter’s fartcushion terrifies me.
Though with how good I am at sucking up her stench, it would makes perfect sense for exactly that to happen, as they can barely enjoy a family dinner with Connie gassing up the place. The most terrifying part of this though, is that my body gets extremely excited about it every time I think about it or the images haunt my dreams.
Another thing that worries me is that Connie will likely get a big promotion very soon.
With the money she will make there is not real reason for me to work if we would move together and the second part of her promotion is her own office, what makes me concerned about her making me quit my job to become her cushion at work. I know I could not say know if she were to suggest it, even if that means that her entire office would learn her fartcushion. It’s not like no one knows already.
Just a week after she started spending every free moment on top of me, she had invited friends over, without telling me. When the doorbell rang, she got off me, opened the door, greeted her friends and walked back to the couch.
“Wai-“, was all I could let out before she had pulled her long skirt back up and dropped her bare ass back down on my face. At that point, her friends had no registered me yet.
“Wow, your apartment really does not reek at all!”, one of her friends commented, “After all the warnings you used to give us about not coming here, I did not expect you to be able to get rid of the stench entirely.”
“Yeah, I-“, her other friend said but stopped mid-sentence.
They had walked over to the couch and spotted me. Connie let out a confused
“Huh?” as her two friends just stared. She had become so accustomed to using me, that she saw nothing unusual about it anymore, so it took her a while to understand her friends’ weird reaction. But eventually she let out an “Oooooh!” and giggled as she wiggled her butt around. She told them everything! Who I am, how long we know each other, about my fetish and my second job as her fartcushion. I had never been this embarrassed in my entire life.
Then she even offered them to try me out, since I am so super comfy, but fortunately both of them declined with the excuse that they don’t want to risk her stinking up the apartment. Connie laughed and yelled: “Damn straight!, before releasing a lout wet fart into my nose.
The situation kept being awkward for anyone except the gasser herself, but her friends settled down and they eventually began to have a normal conversation.
They were talking about work and the new coffee-shop that will open close to their office soon, badmouthed their lazy superiors and got into a heated discussion over a TV-Show they are watching. The entire time, Connie kept shamelessly releasing farts and not a single small one was under them. Most of them forced whoever was talking to pause their sentence because of how loud they were. Of course, the smell never reached anyone besides me.
At one point they started to play monopoly and the game took hours, but eventually Connie’s friends were leaving. Connie got up to bring them to the door and after hours of sweating and releasing wet farts she had managed to get me glued into her crack, so I followed her of the couch. I was forced to crawl or get dragged after her as walked over to the door.
Her friends looked at her butt and Connie, once again not seeing the issue, needed a moment to understand the looks on their face. Once she finally figured out what their friends found weird she said: “Oh, don’t worry! It always gets stuck after I sit on it for so long! Don’t worry,
I am going to sit right back down after you leave anyway.”
“It?”, both of them muttered as Connie opened the door for them.
That was the first time Connie has openly degraded me to just an object and while it was somewhat hot, it also made me shiver.
Once the door was closed Connie walked back to the couch and as announced dropped back down onto the couch. She slammed down with such forced that she bounced a few time, purring as my nose went in and out of her anus. She then proceeded to let out a barrage of far more disgusting farts that she did not feel like letting out around her friends.
Eventually, she fell asleep on top of me.
In the following weeks, her friends slowly got more used to their friends fartcushion and eventually one of them took her up on trying me out. It had been around two months since
I had basically been in a relationship with that nasty behind and I had become far too accustomed to being just a cushion to talk back as the friend settled her bare ass down on my face. In no way could she compete with Connie. Not in size, not in weight, not in smell or in heat, yet being under her ass made me feel different. It was the first new person to put her weight on me, to happily grind her ass around and fart up my nose.
The experience was short lived though, as Connie quickly needed to sit back down on me to release her gas. Her friend said that it had felt amazing and that her boyfriend will soon learn to love her backside in a completely new way. All of them laughed and Connie released massive wet fart, telling her to send him her way if she needs proper training. All of them laughed while I sucked up the gas.
Now, a few weeks later Connie was awaiting the end of the commercial, while finishing off some of her work on her laptop. Then suddenly she gasped.
“I got the promotion!”, she yelled and happily bounced on my face.
The mixed feeling of fear and arousal, that has been dominating my emotions for a while, grew once again and just a few seconds later Connie began to think out loudly:
“With all that extra money you…”
I knew that from this day on, the last hour of my human existence had arrived.
And while a part of me was screaming, another part was looking forward to it.