By: geneticnotecard
“AHHHH I can’t believe I’m here babe!”
“Nya, babe, you’re at the Olympics! AHHHH”
Through sheer determination and will, Nya had made it through trials and was now at the Olympics in London. Those trial races… it felt like she was truly flying. Her body had never moved so quickly. Alas, there she was in the Olympic Village, FaceTiming her girlfriend. She had her laptop on the desk next to her bed while she did her hair.
As an Olympic athlete, Nya's body was in insane shape. Her abs smoothly transitioned into her hips and strong legs, but that's not to distract from her full rack. Her hair was curly, yet long. She currently had it in an updo while she moisturized it. Her face had sharp features, but overall, she had a very cute face. Nya's brown skin and Dominican accent were probably the things most people would remember about her.
“Are you at the gate yet? When’s your plane getting in?”
“Babe, I haven’t even left our house yet.” Yasmin laughed, the sound of it full of energy and youth. “Plus, I’m not sure how long a flight from Philly to London is… think they’ll let me bring my guitar on board?”
On the other side of the screen was the cute, rounded face of her girlfriend, Yasmin. Her plump lips moved with every word, while her wavy, brown hair cascaded around her, shifting to one side of her head. Her pink streak stuck out from her hair and light brown skin. It looked like she had on her regular white crop top and peach-colored sweater.
Nya giggled. “Yas, I don’t think you’ll have room for it.” Across the screen, Yasmin waved her hands dismissively.
“Pft, I’ll just tell them I’m a celebrity.”
“Dayum. Babe, your flight is seven hours.” Yasmin flopped her head in her hands, pretending to fake cry.
“Fuuuuccckk… you mean I have to hold in my farts for that long?”
“I mean…” Nya shrugged her shoulders. “You don’t have to. I stunk up my flight. My teammates had absolutely zero clue it was me.”
“Something tells me they’d figure it out, babe… I had a big lunch. They’re probably toxic.”
Nya’s crotch tingled at Yasmin’s words. Between shows and Olympic prep, they hadn’t seen each other much over the past few weeks. As a result, Nya was feeling particularly pent up… she missed the smell of Yasmin’s perfume and her farts. She casually moved out of the screen to hide her spreading blush.
bbbbbbbrrrrrrtmmmmmmff…
“Scratch that babe, they are toxic,” Yasmin boasted while fanning the air with her hands. Even though Nya could only hear the fart through shitty audio, the sound was enough to get her going. She could tell it was like pretty much all of Yasmin’s farts: moist, putrid, and punctual.
“… can you describe how it smells for me?”
“Nah, gotta leave some room for the imagination.” God, she was infuriatingly hot.
At that moment, Nya realized that Yasmin was originally from London. Maybe she’d let her meet her family! At this point, they had to have been on that level, right?
“Yas, babe, you’re gonna be home, yeah?”
“Wow, Nya, no way!” she exclaimed sarcastically. “I completely forgot!”
“Shush, shush… you know what that means?!?”
“…”
“Your parents, Yas! I wanna meet them!” Nya enthusiastically jumped back into frame. “You’ve told them about me, yeah?”
“… babe, I’m not sure if I want to,” Yas looked to the side, refusing to meet Nya’s eyes.
“What! Why?!?”
“My parents didn’t exactly support my musical dreams… and they weren’t exactly thrilled when I came out.”
“Oh, Yas,” Nia sighed, her words very soft. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know. Shit, I only came out to a couple of high school teachers. Didn’t really have anybody else…”
They both looked away from the cameras. Suddenly, what was playful banter, became gloomy. Yasmin exhaled and continued.
“Listen, I’ll think about it. But no promises, okay?”
Yasmin, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I won’t force you to.”
“No, I-“ she took a deep breath. “I don’t know… it’s been a while. Maybe too long.” Her smile returned quickly after.
“Alright, babe, I’m off to the airport! We’ll talk when I land.”
The two said their goodbyes and Nya shut her laptop. She leaped on her bed and slapped her head into her hands. Somehow, Nya felt like she was messing up her relationship. Asking to meet her parents? What was she thinking? Oh well. This was the Olympics. No time for distractions. She needed to focus on the end goal: winning.
Her face now made of steel, Nya stood up and threw on her navy Team USA tracksuit. She pulled up her pants to give her ass a little extra splash and headed downstairs for team dinner.
—
Nya made her way down the elevator and into the ballroom, which was turned into the cafeteria for Team USA. Some of her fellow Olympians were already seated and were conversing. The room was filled with the sound of mutual comradery.
Nya grabbed a spot in the line and was surrounded by her teammates within seconds. Her stomach started to groan and bellow like a tractor engine as she was given a devilish idea. Nya rubbed her belly as she whimpered from the gas pain.
PAAUURRTPPFFFffffffffffffffffffffffffsssssssssppppppphhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr-
An almost completely silent fart steamed out of Nya for at least 12 seconds after its initially obnoxious beginning. Its sound was hidden by the volume of the room, but its smell was painfully obvious. Promptly, those around her covered their noses and did everything they could to escape the inescapable. Sadly for them, Nya’s stench moved like a cartoonish cloud, its fingers seeping through the cracks of everyone's defenses. Even those not in the vicinity of her had to submit to her devious fart.
Nya acted as everyone else did to avoid suspicion, but her pussy burned with pleasure and satisfaction. She loved farting like this, in public, around people, forcing them to smell her womanly scent. Because who would suspect the beautiful, tall, Dominican, curly-haired woman?
Once she arrived at the front of the line, she grabbed a couple of plates and sat down at a table in the back. The Olympics did not mess around when it came to food. It was both luxurious and had that homemade feel. She slowly took a bite of her creamy chicken and savored the rich flavor with a moan.
“Excuse me? Nya Dorrelles?”
Nya turned around with her mouth embarrassingly full of food.
“Mph yeammph?”
The stunning woman chuckled. She looked to be filipina-American and had her hair tied back in a sleek ponytail. Her body was every bit as curvy and fit as Nya’s, despite being 4 or 5 inches shorter. Her tracksuit hugged her body because it seemed a couple of sizes too small.
“Remember me? Hana? We met at trials?”
“…”
“We talked about our stressors? Your girlfriend?”
“…”
Hana frowned. “Your farts?”
“Oh yeah,” Nya said with a quizzical look. “I’m just playing! How could I forget the great Hana?”
Hana took a seat across from her with a smile full of amusement. “Y’know, I was hoping you wouldn’t. I very much enjoyed our first meeting.” Under the table, Hana grazed Nya’s thigh with her fingers and offered her a generous smile. Her accent was American with a hint of her foreign background, a stark contrast from Nya. They had raced before in college but didn’t really meet each other. This first meeting at trials was accompanied by late-night drinks. Nothing happened, of course, Nya was far too loyal for that. However, the companionship was well worth it
“Y’know, it's not always that I meet somebody faster than me.” She made a show of smacking her lips sensually.
“Ha, ha, you’re lucky I didn’t beat you by more!”
“Ahh, whatever, not much we can do, right?... But that's why I love the Olympics; a clean slate for everybody here.”
“Yeah, it’s my first time. I’m soooooo fucking ready! Feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.”
“For sure. So how’s Yasmin?”
“She’s actually doing great right now. We found a way to manage our stress together, and we’ve never been closer.”
“Sweet. My hubby and I actually-” Hana stopped as if she was unsure of how to continue. “We’re actually on a break right now. I don’t mean to bring you down, but it’s good to talk to somebody about shit like this, right?”
“Yes-I’m sorry Hana… It seems as if it's really hard to get love right. But there’s always more fish in the sea or something?”
Hana looked at her with a humorful smile on her face. “Nya, you have so much wisdom for being, what, like 24?”
“That’s right, graduated from Temple U last-”
Hana smacked the table with her hand, her face dead serious. “Cut the shit, Nya. I know you two are having problems.”
“Well, I mean… all strong couples have problems-”
“How’s your fart fetish, Nya? Still going strong?”
Nya froze. Her heart froze. How on earth did she know about that?!? It was like the ceiling fell right on her.
“Ha, I-I have zero clue what you’re talking about.” Her voice stammered and her heart beat strenuously in her chest. Had she really been that careless? She pulled her hoodie over her head.
“Please, don’t lie about it. I remember everything… Including random shit I hear when I’m drunk.”
Nya hid her head behind her hands. “Please don’t tell anyone. I’d be mortified.”
“Relax,” Hana laughed and put her hands up. “I wanted to make a proposition.”
“I’m listening,” Nya said slowly with caution.
“Listen. I know you've been dealing with some… tension. We can help each other out… We can ‘loosen up’ before the races tomorrow. I’ve been eating a lot, you know how it is,” she continued, waving her hand.
Was she offering to fart on her? Did she want that? No, no, of course not, Yasmin would be here later and would have pent-up airplane farts.
“I appreciate the offer, Hana, but I’ll pass. I’ll be alright.”
Hana sighed, disappointment clear in her body language. “If you change your mind, you’ve got my number. Be seeing you, Nya.”
And with that, Hana got up and walked away, her hips slightly swaying and her supple ass tremoring with each step. Instinctively, her nose began twitching at the smell of something putrid. A parting gift from Hana, no doubt. It smelled as if her bowels had been concocting the combination of garbage bags for literal days. Even worse, after a few seconds, it stung Nya’s nostrils. She recoiled and pinched her nose with her hand.
Hana shot a heated look at her over her shoulder, almost to say “if you want this, you’re gonna have to earn it.” Nya finished her food and carried her body back to her room, her chest still tight from this encounter.
—
“Why won’t they let you up, Yas? I swear I got you on the list.”
Yasmin’s voice squeaked through her phone. “I dunno, they’re saying something about ‘immediate family only.’”
“Babe, you’re basically the only family I have. I’ll be down in a sec… Somebody’s gonna get my fucking wrath.”
Nya speed-walked through the hallways and took the elevator all the way down to the lobby. Somebody was gonna get it. Who were they to try and keep her girlfriend out of here? She breezed through the doors and was met with the sight of two security guards refusing to let Yasmin through.
“Hello boys, what seems to be the problem?”
Yasmin smiled and outstretched her arms toward her girlfriend. The two met in the middle and shared an intimate hug. Nya felt all her worries and insecurities melt away from Yasmin’s warm body. Yasmin truly had the magic touch.
“Yeah, she’s not cleared to stay here. Yasmin Douglas, right?” They both nodded.
“I’ll tell you what- we can get her cleared, but it takes a minute for it to get approved.”
“Well, how long would that be!?” Nya’s voice rose with more frustration than anger. She could have sworn she took care of this months ago.
“At least 9 or 10 hours. So she can’t stay here tonight, but she should be good tomorrow.”
Nya exhaled, trying to calm herself. “I guess that's okay… I’m sorry if I came off wrong.”
“Nah it's all good. Sometimes this shit gets messed up.” And with that the security guards went back inside, leaving the couple alone. Yasmin gave her a deep smile. God, it was a nice smile. Nya could practically feel the doubt inside of her wash away.
“Sooooo, I held in all my farts.”
“Really?” Nya exclaimed. “So that means…”
“Yup.” Yasmin sensually patted her belly with a couple of fingers. “I’m practically a hot air balloon right now. Want a preview?” Without waiting for an answer, Yasmin spun Nya around so she was right behind her ass. Nya put her arms around Yasmin’s hips, pulling her closer so the inevitable blast would be pressed right on her. Yasmin groaned as her stomach lurched, gas making its way through her.
pppphhhhhhuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUrrrrrrrmmmm…
A hot release steamed out of Yasmin. Instantly, stinky warmth spread all over Nya’s core and crotch. The release was soft, yet gained volume and texture as it went on. The sweet fragrance from Yasmin’s hair mixed with the smell of burnt cheese and rubber. It was an enlightening odor. Nya’s breath caught in her throat.
BBBRRRRTTT! PHHHHRRRbbbrrrmmmmmm-
Yasmin’s next fart was much louder and wetter, with the tone of a tuba. Another fart rushed out of her, a hum that started intense but cut off after an excruciating 6 seconds. Nya’s face heated up and her lips parted to say something, but nothing came out.
“What’s the matter, babe?” Yasmin teased. “It’s not like you to lose your voice.”
“Yas… Did you just cut off your fart?”
“Well, duh. I did say preview.” The idea of Yasmin being able to stop her long-winded farts on a dime was very arousing. So much so that Nya was 2 seconds away from smuggling her into her hotel room.
“Listen… I’ll eat a big lunch tomorrow. It’ll be a reward for when you win!” Yasmin dragged a finger across Nya’s collarbone and guided her cheek into a soft kiss. She reluctantly pulled away. A car, presumably her Lyft, pulled up. Nya gave a wave as she watched her girlfriend get taken away from her, AGAIN.
Once again, Nya leaped onto her bed. This time, she was more aroused than she had been in some time. Of course, there was another option. One that was curvy, fit, and presumably very gassy.
No, she couldn’t. It was a bad idea. She’s loyal to Yasmin.
But, then again… it’s not like it would mean anything. She loved Yas. This was just to help her out. Calm down her nerves. With a sigh, she pulled out her phone.
Nya: wyd?
Unknown: Real classy. Room 518, 5th floor
Nya: omw
—
Nya hesitated before she knocked on the door. Was she really about to do this? Would it even be worth it? This was a line she was convinced she would never cross. She took a deep breath and knocked a few times.
Hana opened the door in boy shorts and an athletic bra. Her hair, which was now down, reached down to her hearty breasts. Her hips and lower body looked even better in the dim light of the room as it highlighted her beautiful figure.
“I’m glad you changed your mind. Get on the bed.”
Nya lay down on the bed, refusing to say anything or even look Hana in the eyes.
“You might wanna take off the tracksuit… Things could get a bit messy.”
“Absolutely not,” Nya responded immediately. “This stays on.”
Hana giggled as she sat down on Nya’s chest, just below her perky breasts. “Your funeral Nya. Hgnh-”
bbbbbbbbrrrmmmpp! PPFFFTT! PPpLlllllrrr…
Sharp, bubbly farts pelted right out of Hana’s bouncy ass. The farts rattled against Nya’s chest and sent a deep sensation through her. She had been farted on many times, but it had been a while. This felt really good.
PLPLPLPLPPLLLLLRRMMMMMMM-Bbbbrrrooooooooooottt!
Another moist ripper from Hana struggled to get through her boy shorts. More warmth melted across Nya’s chest and she was met with a horrible stench. It smelled like Hana had been eating nothing but beans and greens.
“Y’know Nya-”
“No words,” Nya choked out. “Just let your farts do the talking. A-and don’t touch me.”
“So many rules… you’re no fun!”
PPPFFRRRMMMTT! BRRAAUUMMPPP!
As requested, Hana pushed out more farts into Nya’s chest. The first was a true gust of wind, flowing right through her shorts. After that, Hana put more weight onto her friend, causing her blast to be much more powerful. Nya shivered as it shook her bones. She attempted to move a hand inside her privates until Hana swatted it away.
“Hey! What the-“
“Nuh-uh… my farts, my rules. Don’t use your hands, it’ll make it better.”
“The FUCK did I tell you about talk-“
In one swift, fluid motion, Hana exposed her naked ass to Nya and scooted back, nestling her ass on Nya’s face. It was muscled with power, yet still had some “oomph” to it. It wasn’t Yasmin’s, but, yeah, it wasn’t bad. Nya felt Hana shift and strain above her while Hana gripped her cheeks and spread them apart.
PPHFFRrraaaaaLLLLPPP!
An incredibly odd-sounding fart rushed out of Hana’s supple ass. With nothing in between Hana’s butt and Nya’s face, it was a pure scent. It was evil. Nya smelled nothing but a digested gourmet meal, as heat rushed to her face and her pussy. She began to twitch underneath her companion.
Nya felt something wet begin to leak right over her boobs… it was drool from Hana. As disgusted as she wanted to be, it was more arousing that she was getting pleasure from this too. She bit her lip trying to stop a-
“Aaahhhhhh”
Nya moaned embarrassingly loudly. She tried to cover her mouth, but her hands were trapped underneath Hana’s stupid, sexy butt. She probably had a dumb grin on her face. Nya’s anger only seemed to stimulate her arousal.
PHHHHHuuuuuuuurrrrrbbbbbbbbbbbtt!
Hana kept on farting on top of her, and it was starting to be too much for Nya to handle. This fart was unbelievably warm, emanating a heat that rivaled the sun on a scorching day. On top of that, it had the tone of a trumpet being played underwater. Despite Nya’s efforts, her leg and hip muscles contracted, and her body flushed with heat.
BBBBRRRRRRR-FFFLLLRRRMMMPPPPPPPPTTTTT!
As Nya’s body finally reached its orgasmic tipping point, Hana blasted a boisterous blast right on her nose. It smelled of pure rotting garbage. Combine that with the vibrations on both Nya’s face and body, it was a fart worthy of the grand finale. Nya’s body continued to convulse for at least 20 more seconds while the sight of this also got Hana going too. At the end of it, Nya’s pants were flooded with her fluids and Hana’s liquids freely flowed onto Nya’s tracksuit.
A couple of minutes later, Hana hopped off of Nya with a smile.
“That was nice, yeah?”
“Umm- yes. Thank you. Good night.” Nya robotically strode out of the room.
“Your girlfriend get you off that good, hmm?”
“Better, actually. Good luck tomorrow.”
“Y’know, it was really hard to get her off that list, but it was worth it for this moment, right here.”
Nya stopped. Her heart stopped. She turned around swiftly, fury in her eyes, yet her voice was calm and calculated.
“Are you serious?! I cannot even with-“ She breathed in deeply and clapped her hands together.
“Sorry Nya,” Hana giggled before her face turned deadly serious. “I will take every advantage I can to win. There is NOTHING more important to me.”
Nya put her head down and slammed her hands into her pockets. Seeing the opportunity, Hana sidled up to her and gently touched her shoulder.
“Still sure about your relationship? Maybe a couple doubts now? I mean, you threw Yasmin out in seconds.”
Nya threw Hana's hand off her shoulder, her face dripping with anger and displeasure.
“DO NOT say her name again. I won’t give you another warning.”
“I mean, maybe you shoulda thought about that name before you sent that ‘wyd’ text” Hana laughed some more. Nya breathed out and flashed Hana her best smile.
“Listen. Ima smoke the shit out of you. Just like I did in college… and just like I did at trials.” She forcefully poked her finger into Hana, forcing her to take a few steps back.
“You’ll NEVER be faster than me. No amount of “advantages” will help you beat me.”
And with that, Nya left her smelly hotel room, somehow stunning Hana into submission.
—
The next morning, Nya awoke with regret still heavy in her heart. Despite trying to keep a cool face, this was kinda getting to her. She cheated on Yasmin. They never kissed, but did that really matter? Getting off to another woman’s farts had to be a capital offense. At least, it definitely would be in Yasmin’s eyes.
Somehow, time seemed to flash forward. All of a sudden, she was in the locker room getting ready to race. In the Olympics. Shit.
Nya’s breakfast had been working its way through her. Naturally, her stomach was already a gas cauldron, so adding Olympic-level stress to it wasn’t doing her any favors. Granted, this was just the qualifying heat, but still. She had been farting constantly for about 20 minutes now. Nya “attempted” to do it silently when there were others in here, but c'mon.
PHHHLUUURRPPP!
A noisy fart slammed its way through her spandex track outfit. It bubbled around before forcing its way out through one of the few openings. It stunk of Nya’s hearty breakfast: cheese, beans, eggs- her farts were stereotypically stinky.
She leaned forward and extended her arms forward, stretching her calves and legs. She also felt her stomach lurch with more gas.
brrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmfffffffrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttt-
A deeply long and gaseous fart relaxed out of Nya’s perfect ass. She pushed until she couldn’t push anymore, as the fart stretched well beyond 15 seconds. It stunk and steamed up the already fumigated locker room. The bassiness of her fart shocked her, which was an admittedly hard thing to do. After she caught her breath, she pushed again.
-rrrbbbbbbbbFFFPPPPHHHHHRMMMMMBLBLT
She continued to assault her uniform, as her fart gained volume the longer it went on. She was disgusting herself. Finally, it somehow ended, and Nya frantically fanned the air despite it having zero effect. She couldn’t escape her horrifying scent. This would normally be hot, but now, it was kinda annoying.
She moved over to the mirror to examine herself. As usual, she was flawless, except for the fact that she seemed to be bloating up. God, she couldn’t let herself be bloated on national television. Well, international television in this case. Jesus, it was the fucking Olympics!
Looking at her ass, there was definitely a stain. She hoped it was just straight-up sweat and humidity and not literal shit.
—
And just like that, she found herself at the starting line, being introduced to an entire stadium of people. She did as models did, and smiled and waved.
She looked across the starting line to see a smug face smirking at her in lane 7. There she was, Hana in the exact same outfit as her. She mouthed the words “Good luck.” Nya shot daggers at her in response.
“On your marks…”
Nya slowly reached down into her sprinting stance, feeling the weight on her fingers and the growing power in her legs.
“Get set.”
She rose.
BANG
The gun fired and Nya shot out of her stance and starting blocks like a bullet. She felt her legs transfer power and speed as she zoomed out with her competition.
Nya’s body moved in a way that reminded her why she loved running. Going as fast as any woman on the planet was exhilarating. Faster, in this case. So much so, she witnessed her own body overtake everybody else in the race. She was flat-out smoking them.
And just like that, she crossed the finish line in first place. While slowing down, she rose her arms, mimicking an airplane. Once at a complete stop, she flopped on the ground and put her hands behind her head. She was exhausted from just over 10 seconds of sprinting.
Soon she stood up yet remained with her hands on her knees. Seconds later, there was an American reporter and a cameraman right over her.
“Nya Dorelles, you’re advancing to the next round! How does it feel?!?”
“Phenomenal,” she responded breathlessly. “I believed in myself… this is just one step in the journey, but I wanna thank my current sprint coach, my former coaches and teammates at Temple, and my girlfriend Yasmin… they matter the most to me, and always will. I’m not supposed to be here, and I’ll never forget that.”
“Congrats Nya. You’re this much closer to becoming an Olympic champion! Best of luck.”
And with that, she was ushered back inside the tunnels of the stadium.
—
Everything that happened next was a blur.
Apparently, she had to do more interviews for American news outlets as reporters lined up in front of her, all of them incredibly eager. She had to take pictures with fans and athletes from other countries. She also had representatives from businesses who naturally wanted her likeness for brand deals.
When she finally got back to the locker room, only one person remained. Hana. She had her eyes on the ground and hunched over. Nya strode back, eager to boast in her face.
“What was that about beating me?!! Getting every advantage you possibly could?! Huh, bitch?”
Hana didn’t respond.
“That’s what I thought, bitch. Miss me with that fucking bullshit…”
“… you’re still not gonna win.”
“What?”
“You heard me! Those were only trials.”
Anger grew on Nya’s face. “I wasn’t gonna do anything, but now?” She laughed like a supervillain.
“I’m gonna enjoy this.”
Nya flipped around, shook her ass a little bit and smacked it, causing her athletic cheeks to ripple. Promptly after, she guided Hana’s stupid head right into her ass.
“MMHPH! LEHMEE GOO!” Hana screamed, her voice muffled by Nya’s booty. She struggled, but Nya’s slender, yet strong arms held her in place.
“Nope, this is whatcha get! Talking all that shit… oh, wait, wait,” she giggled before grunting.
pppppprrrrrrRRRRMMMMM!
Hana’s face subdued the blast, but not by much. Her ass sang with gassy flatulence, as the gas had built up from the last time she had farted. It now smelled earthly, with hints of rubber. It burned Hana’s eyes. Hana finally managed to wrench herself free for just a few seconds and inhaled deeply, trying to get some untainted air.
“Jesus, your ass stunk before you even farted! What’s wrong with you!!”
“That’s the sweet, sweet stench of victory, whore.” She firmly guided Hana’s face, which was already stained with Nya’s butt sweat and god knows what else, right back into its slot.
“As for what’s wrong with me… I think you’re about to find out…”
BRAAurrrmmppp! FLRRRRFFFFFFPPPhhhhhhhh!
Nya’s ass sounded off with more gas seconds later, the two blasts long and bassy. What was left of her dignity from losing the race was most definitely leaving her now. And yet… Hana was kinda enjoying this. But she couldn’t let Nya know that. So she continued to fight against her.
“Stop fighting, bitch! Just let it be!”
Recognizing that she might break free, Nya leaned backward until Hana’s face was right under her ass on the bench, right where it belonged. Hana sniffed in the deeply horrendous stench of Nya’s fart residue and sweat.
PPPPPHHHHSSSSSSSSTTTTTT!
Before she could gather herself, Nya steamed out a hissing fart that was pure air steam. It went right up her nose, flooding Hana’s nostrils with her terrifying odor. It was all she could feel and hear and she could feel herself losing the battle with actually staying conscious.
She moaned. Loudly and sensually.
“Jesus Christ, are you ENJOYING this?!? Haha, oh my god!! You’re pathetic!”
ppppuuuuurrrrrrffffffffffff-
“How much worse could it get for you!? Oh my god, ima put you out of your misery.”
bbbbbbbbbbbbbfffffffffffffpppppspssssssssss!
Nya farted while talking, and true to her word, Hana was finally losing herself. Her panties flooded with slime as she breathed in Nya’s garbage, yet alarmingly beautiful smell. It was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure. Her head slowly slumped down on the bench and she was out for the count.
Nya stood up and examined the sight of Hana. God what a loser. Her crotch had a giant wet spot and she looked like she had been hit by a car. Pathetic.
On the bright side, she’d get to see Yasmin soon! It had been an eventful 16 hours. Maybe she should tell her everything. But on the other hand, maybe she shouldn’t. It would be kinda heavy… and Nya was still feeling very guilty.
But she and Yasmin had built a relationship built off honesty, trust, and communication. Worst case scenario, she’d get the silent treatment. Or get beat up. It was a toss-up.
—-
“Man, I just can’t get over that!!! You were fuckin zooming!” Yasmin laughed while punching Nya’s shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, give me some head next while you’re at it,” Nya chucked slowly. She pulled out her room key.
“… that couldn’t be less funny if you tried Nya.”
“Well, I thought it was worth a laugh.”
“Definitely not,” Yasmin said with a big, stupid smile on her face. Nya opened up the door and she was punched in the face by the smell of her farts from earlier.
“Oooof!”
“Goddamn woman!” Yasmin exclaimed. “What did you eat?”
“Too much actually. I was half convinced I was gonna throw up on international TV.”
“It's very good that that didn’t happen,” Yasmin giggled as she took the hand of her girlfriend. “I loved watching you in your element. Those were the best 10 and a half seconds of my life.”
Nya took in the features of her girlfriend. Her pink streak through her brunette mane, her purple eyeliner, the rounded angles of her face. Her smile was sensational… and yet all she could feel was guilt. The guilt she had used another woman for sexual pleasure… omitting this from her wasn’t right.
Maybe it was time to come clean.
It absolutely was.
“Soooo… uhhhh, I’ve gotta tell you something.”
“Hmmm?” She turned around so the two were looking each other in the eyes.
“Last night, after you left… I saw someone. Another woman.”
Yasmin’s face scrunched up, doubt and worry conveyed at the same time. She frowned a bit before Nya continued.
“She, uhhhhh…. Farted on me. And I had an orgasm…” Nya said this as if she was unsure of her own actions as the words rolled off her tongue very slowly. Yasmin’s face lacked emotion… maybe she just needed some time to process? Yes, that was it.
“Listen, Yas, I’m sorry, okay!?! I regret it deeply and I-“
“Don’t. Fucking. Even.”
Yasmin’s expression had become a storm worthy of the gods. What was initially shock had morphed into pure fury.
“How dare you?!? I-I just don’t get it.”
Now she looked like she was about to cry. Nya already regretted her actions, but this? There couldn’t be anything worse on the planet. But in an instant, anger was back on her face.
“I canceled a show so I could be here! And for what! So you could fuck other girls?”
“That’s not what happened! Well, not entirely.”
“I don’t give a FLYING fuck! You know what!?!”
Yasmin lunged at Nya, her hands scraping and clawing at Nya’s fit body. The two of them wrestled for a moment before Yasmin was able to pin her to the ground. Nya was far too drained from her race to offer much resistance.
“Wha-wait Yasmin!”
“This was SUPPOSED to be your reward, but now? I’m gonna punish the SHIT outta you!”
And with that, Yasmin swiftly flipped herself over and placed her thick ass right on top of Nya’s face. Nya was met with a damp feeling, which was undoubtedly sweat. Yasmin’s ass already carried a musty odor just from being outside all day. She couldn’t see much, but she could feel Yasmin move and shift around.
BBRRRRRMMMMFFF! BBLBLBLBLBLVVVVRR!
Two muggy farts slapped against Nya’s face. They were as damp as a swamp and carried an inhuman odor. It was practically lethal. Nya smelled, and tasted for that matter, everything she had eaten before. The smell clogged her nose, filling her up, and she started to cough beneath Yasmin’s sweaty ass.
“Don’t like these ones, huh? Hngh-“
PLPPPLLVVVVRBRRRBRBRBRBRTTTT!
Yasmin released a long, humid ripper, one that easily reached the double digits before she cut it off. She rubbed her ass into Nya’s face, somehow making the stench worse. Nya wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream or moan.
“Sniff it up, bitch!!” Yasmin raised her ass for a second, allowing Nya to recover for half a second before she slammed her ass right back on her. Yasmin’s ass shook with ripples because of the motion.
BRORRLLL-BBBVBRRRMMP! PRRLRLRLRTTT’
Yasmin forced out a series of horrible sounding farts onto Nya, sounding as if a mudslide was coming through her pants. They carried the same odor, only now Nya was inhaling more of it.
Yasmin had farted many times on Nya at this point, but this was the first time she was actively forcing them out. These farts seriously sounded evil. They had a dampness that made Nya worry that Yasmin would legitimately soil herself.
“This is what you get! I’m going to make you fucking regret EVER seeing another bitch!”
Yasmin gave Nya some breathing room for a second, who happily accepted it. However, maybe she should have known better. Yasmin tauntingly wiggled her hips around before pulling her jeans down. And then her panties.
Normally, the sight of Yasmin’s naked, bulging ass was welcome now. But now? It looked hateful and malevolent, all disguised behind what most would consider an awe-worthy booty.
From the moment Yasmin pulled down her panties, the horrifying odor of her ass sweat sprinted to infect Nya’s nose. Yet again, Yasmin slammed her ass onto Nya’s face, this time wiping her ass up and down. Nya’s face was like a credit card being swiped.
“Like the smell, yeah? It was soooooo hot out there…”
Nya gave a mixture of a moan and a scream once she felt something sticky on her face. This substance was a combination of the lingering fumes from Yasmin's farts, as well as the humidity that had come from such hot, disgusting gas.
Yasmin actually laughed. “Nice and wet, huh? Something that terrible is worthy of your stupid fucking face.”
Pppppprrrrrrlllllll…
Yasmin’s ass purred, signaling more gas was working its way through her. The sizzling fumes coated Nya’s face with slick wetness. Nya was somewhat thankful it wasn’t too bad, even though she knew something much worse was coming.
“Dunno if you can hear it, whore, but my stomach is bubbling like a fucking hot tub! Things are about to get much, much worse for you.”
She couldn’t hear it, but she could feel it. Gurgling from Yasmin this bad probably meant two things. This would be a long night, or it’d be a little shorter because Yasmin would have to get up to take a dump.
PPRRPRPRPRRRRUUUUUUUUMLLLRRLPPP!
A cosmic release shook Nya’s face like an earthquake. Her ass wobbled, cratering the head of her girlfriend. For Nya, she felt pure arousal and disgust. How could some dainty indie artist produce a sound and stink like this one? With this question, she felt more fluids flood her panties and deeply moaned. Yasmin leaned up for a second
“Jesus, Nya, this is embarrassing… my ass is destroying your face and you’re enjoying it?”
“You should know me by n-MMPH!”
“I didn’t say you could talk bitch!”
Yasmin’s belly ominously groaned and visibly shook.
“Trust me Nya, even you aren’t gonna like this..” she laughed nervously, almost unsure that she might be going too far. But then she grew resolute.
POOOFTTT! Pffffff! Pppslsslllllllll….
Puffs of rancid gas leaked out of Yasmin. All before they stopped and something brown and disgusting leaked out from her anus. Nya’s eyes went wide with shock.
“SAY YOU'RE SORRY, WOMAN!”
Was she really going to shit on her? Was that her idea of the ultimate punishment? Did Nya deserve it?
“I-I’m sorry! You don’t have to-“
“Too fucking bad.”
And with that, Yasmin strained and pushed. She didn’t have to push much, as a thick, brown log slowly oozed out of her, slapping Nya’s strong neck. The floodgates had been opened and Yasmin couldn’t stop the flood even if she wanted to.
VVVRRSSSSLLL-CCCRRRRRKKKKKMMMMML!
Sputtering farts, accompanied by coils of waste, flew out of Yasmin’s pretty asshole with the same speed the Nya ran with. It splattered against Nya’s neck and chin. She caught her breath after the first wave and pushed again.
Nya was purely disgusted. It was horrible, and yet… her scat was an extension of her. It carried an unholy smell and snaked around her neck. It was gross, yes, but the most unfiltered she had ever seen Yasmin. How much more personal and intimate could one get? For Nya, disgust morphing into pleasure wasn’t unheard of. It was just… new territory.
“Aaaauuhhhhhhhh…”
“REALLY?!? You’re fucking disgusting,” she giggled as more shit effortlessly coiled out of her ass. It was so womanly… Nya felt the burning heat of Yasmin’s shit all over her neck and breathed in more of her scent. Her poop was dense and thick and the smell was all of that and more.
“I mean I’m LITERALLY shitting on you!! How are you enjoying this?!”
Nya attempted to move her fingers to her pussy so she could get the job done, but Yasmin was having none of that. She grabbed her arm and twisted it back.
“Definitely not. You don’t get to pleasure yourself!”
“Ugh…Too l-late,” Nya huffed out, her chest heaving in and out, while her body was so close to a sweet release.
Yasmin pumped out some more waste, the sound of it crackling and puffing. Hearing and seeing this, Nya caved in and her body tensed and relaxed, over and over, as she had a much better orgasm than what Hana was able to do for her. Waves on waves crashed against the shore and Nya was on cloud ten. Yasmin hopped off of her about midway through and looked down at her with a cold glare.
“I-I can’t believe you! Did you really just get off on me shitting on you?”
“Yas, at this point, nothing involving your butt is a turnoff to me.”
“I, uh,” Yasmin stammered. “Get a fucking shower. You stink.” She crossed her arms.
—
Nya cleaned up in the shower, while Yasmin reluctantly helped her. Shitting on somebody was uncharted territory, so there wasn’t really any protocol for it. They covered each other with perfume hoping it would help cover the odor. It might have? It was hard to tell.
Later, they sat down on the bed in luxurious robes, quiet and stunned into silence.
“I’m still mad at you.”
“I uhhh, think that might be obvious… I’m sorry Yas.”
“Did you even think about what you were doing?” Yasmin gave Nya a big frown, and Nya’s heart sank. She didn’t think it was possible to feel this level of guilt, but here she was.
“I’m not sure what was going through my mind…I don’t think I can say sorry enough times, Yasmin.”
Yasmin clapped her hands together and exhaled deeply. Rage deepened behind her eyes.
“Listen- this is how shits gonna go. You are going to apologize to me. Every day. For the rest of your life. And maybe I’ll forgive you one day… Today is not that day.”
“… every day for the rest of my life implies we get married right? That’s not so bad.”
“You’re not in a position to be making jokes.”
Despite saying this, Yasmin’s face cracked a smile. A slight one, but it was a good start.
“And you’re going to take me on a very nice date. Right now.”
“Tomorrow, babe, I promise… I don’t think your Chanel is helping my aroma right now. Some pizza sound good?”
“It’s a start, Nya. It’s a good start.”