Sleep Over
written by: 1313Jr.1313

It was a long time ago; the night I lived out my fantasy and it died.
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I'd had this fetish for some time, one that not many people may have. I was obsessed with farts from females that I found attractive and although I'd never smelled one up close, I longed to.

There was no female that I was more attracted to than a family friend named Jamie. She was probably one of the funniest people we hung around. She was the second child out of four and was about four years older than me. She had a fairly pretty face, fairly large breasts, and was a tad short for her age. But the thing that attracted me to her the most was her ass. It was huge yet not too huge. It was considerably over proportionate to the rest of her body but not in a bad way. It just definitely gave her a pear shape body and it seemed that she would never get to an hourglass shape.

Anyway, one weekend my family and I were going to spend the night over at her family's house. This was a bit far from where we lived and it was going to be a full weekend camping trip, only without the camping. Because we lived in a city our standards for nature weren't exactly all that high so their backyard would suffice. They lived in a house with about four acres of backyard and there were plenty of trees, so the plan was for us to hang out in the nature of their backyard during the day and sleep in the house.

We arrived on Friday at about 2:00 pm. We were greeted by Jamie and Tom, the younger of her two brothers. My mom and sister unloaded the contents of our car into a cart that Jamie had brought out and Tom carried it inside to unpack. My sister went inside and logged on to MySpace for "five minutes" so needless to say, she would be there until dinner.

Tom invited me to play video games with him and Jamie since they had just gotten a version of "Super Mario World" called "Asshole Mario" set up on their computer. For those of you who have beaten that game, my hat is not only off to you, but yours. I mean, I will literally go out and buy a hat and give it to you. That game kicked my ass for about an hour before I could properly mimic Jamie's actions to beat the first level. She called me a cheater for copying what she did, even though it's the only way to beat the level, and gave me the scariest pissed off look I'd ever seen. I got scared for a moment but then she cracked a smile and we all started laughing our asses off. It was nice to be around her again. I asked her how she learned to make such a scary pissed off look.

"Well," she began, "about a few months ago I found a tampon in the garbage. It wasn't used or anything so I covered it in ketchup and chased Tom around the house with it. When he ran by the counter, he grabbed a fly swatter and tried to hit it away but just ended up smacking the tampon into my face."

I started laughing but quieted down when she continued.

"So I gave him that look and told him I'd get even and he looked scared until I started laughing. Then he figured out I was joking and laughed nervously."

"Man Tom, I bet you really thought she'd get you back, didn't you?" I asked.

Tom stopped laughing and said, "Actually, she did get me back."

"What do you mean? What did she do?"

Jamie answered this one. "It was hilarious. When he was asleep that night, I snuck into his room and snuck up onto his bed. He sleeps heavily, but I didn't want to risk waking him up; not yet. I put his hands up in a 'surrendering to the police' pose and slowly climbed onto his bed. I put the top of my right foot into the palm of his right hand and the top of my left foot into the palm of his left hand. I don't sleep with my underwear on anymore so all I had to do was lift up my skirt. I backed my butt up until it was about two inches from his nose and put my skirt over his head. Then I farted a small fart into the skirt prison I had set up."

At this point she started laughing while Tom looked down in embarrassment. This seemed to be my fantasy that she was describing and I was getting a little bit turned on.

"Wait a minute," I said, "You fart?"

She looked at me quite seriously for a second and laughed a bit more. "You mean you never noticed?"

"Noticed what?"

"My god, you really must sleep like a rock. I thought you were just ignoring it so I didn't get uncomfortable. Whenever you're here and we sleep together, I have tons of farts. I let them out all night. I usually wait until you're asleep and try to keep them under the covers, and I'm sure that I let them out while I'm asleep as well, but I thought that after this long you'd have noticed. I usually don't get any gas until after 9:00pm, but it lasts all night."

I was shocked. Here she was, the most beautiful woman I'd ever met and my crush since I was probably two years old, telling me that she had a ton of the very thing I'd been longing for.

I could barely speak until Tom interrupted my moment of awe. "Just finish the story and get my embarrassment over with Jamie, let's not drag this thing out all night."

"Right" she replied. "So where was I? Oh yes, I had just cut this little puff go into my skirt prison and he hadn't even awake, so I took the liberty of waking him up. I started wiggling my hips side to side while shaking his stomach with my hands until he finally woke up. As soon as he did he was struggling to get away with all of his might. I guess it must have been a pretty smelly one because it seemed like he was going to lift me up like the Hulk for a second. Then I put the weight back onto my feet to pin his hands down harder to prevent him from moving and I let another one go. This one was another silent puff but he struggled more than I'd ever seen him struggle in his life. Then I decided to let him go and just walked away with him gasping for breath."

I was in awe; this is exactly what I'd been wanting to happen to me and just imagining it from my dream girl was getting me turned on, but this time my mom interrupted and told us that dinner was ready.

We ate what was there, which actually turned me on just thinking about what it would do to Jamie. We had baked beans with cheese on top, broccoli and butter, and some steak, medium rare. Jamie downed two full servings and when the television went off at 8:00, we brushed our teeth and got ready for bed.

I got bedded up with Jamie as always so we took the couch in her bedroom. It was long enough for two people to lie down horizontally and not touch, so we set up the long blanket and kept our heads at opposite ends of the couch. I pretended to be asleep until she fell asleep so I could sneak under the blanket and get some farts, but I was pretty tired I guess and actually did fall asleep.

I woke up on the floor, not realizing that the couch had been pulled out into a bed while I was asleep and now I was just off of the bed, on the floor. I checked the clock, 11:21pm. I got up to get onto the bed when I saw a note on the table.

It read "I tried to wake you up so I could pull out the bed and have more room but decided it would be easier to just roll you onto the floor. Your pillows are already set up: Jamie."

God damn it, I thought, why couldn't she just wake me up or at least do it before we went to bed. She is so inconsider..... I realized that this was the very chance I had been hoping for. Her whole body from the neck down was underneath the thick blanket and I'm sure that she wouldn't notice if my head happened to get near her butt.

I settled into the bed by my pillows (she didn't stir) and slowly ducked my head underneath the covers. I took a sniff and smelled nothing so I decided to go a bit closer to the source. I slowly wormed my way over towards her butt and I saw her feet. I still couldn't smell anything but my head was inches away from her feet, still under this big blanket. I decided to hold my breath and save my first sniff of her gas until I was pretty much at the source. I breathed in and slowly crawled closer and closer. She was wearing a white nightgown that was almost fully see through, not that it even began to cover her butt, but it turned me on to no ends (well, her end).

She was lying down on her stomach in the most welcoming way possible and my face was finally about two inches from the source of my fantasies. I slowly exhaled and just as I had finished, her butt flexed and I heard a small PFFT. Wow, this couldn't be any better. I began to take my first smell and my smile slowly turned upside down. It smelled rank. PFFF, she had let out another one and this one smelled worse than the last. I coughed and almost gagged. This was nothing like I thought it would be. I guess I was only turned on by the thought of the forbidden, but this was worse than anything it'd ever been through. I heard another PFFFT and I started to back off before I had to take another breath. PBBBBT, another one came out and this one made some noise.

I jumped back fast and grunted, but her arm came out of nowhere and grabbed my wrist under the blanket. Oh shit, I thought. What am I going to do now? Her other arm came down and grabbed my other wrist; she knew I was there. She moved the blanket out of the way with her legs and saw me there.

"What are you doing there?" she asked with a smug smile on her face.

I decided to play this one cool. "What do you mean?" Oh yeah, really cool.

"It seems that you wanted a fart, I was awake as soon as you went under the blanket."

"Oh... you were, huh?"

"Yep, the whole time. I figured you had a thing for my farts when you asked about them earlier."

"Really? All that from a question?"

"Actually, I noticed that you were getting turned on when I was talking about my farts. You didn't hide it well enough to get by me."

"Well, you see" I began, "I was always turned on by female farts and I have a crush on you and what you said earlier..."

"Shhhhhh," she interrupted. "It's alright; I kind of have this fetish for myself."

"No, I don't like it, really, I just thought I would but yours smell way too strong for me."

"You don't have to lie to me." She was pulling me on my back with her wrists and I was sliding closer to her on the bed.

"I'm not lying to you; I really don't have this fetish anymo..." PFFFFBBBBTTTTTT

She had pulled my arms under her calves and pinned my hands underneath the tops of her feet. My face was trapped under her ass and as she draped the blanket over us both. She ripped a loud one on my face.

"I know your fetish is gone, it probably has been since you smelled my first puff of deadly gas. But my fetish is still here and nothing is quite like making you smell them from the source while you're being pinned down. And don't worry, I'm gentle."

She then reached out of the blanket and pulled a roll of tape out of the end table and placed a strip over my mouth.

"There you go, now you can smell it all and I'll be down here under the blanket with you to make sure it's nice and, PFFFT, smelly for you."

I started squirming because I didn't want to be down here at all. It smelled terrible and the gas was stuck under the blankets.

"Oh, I see..."she said with some excitement showing through in her voice. "You want to struggle while I force you to inhale my farts, this sounds fun."

She giggled and it was too late that I realized what she was giggling at.

"MMMMMMMOOOOOOO" I was screaming for her to let me go but it came out muffled against the tape.

"OOH, I get it. The more you struggle and squirm and scream against the tape, the more you like what I'm doing, right? Well, if that's the case, then that SBD must have been really smelly for you. But you haven't smelled anything yet."

She spread her cheeks slightly and wiggled a little, forcing my face and to my despair, my nose, deeper into her ass crack.

"There you go, and I think I feel your upper lip against my stinky area." She giggled again as I felt her push.

She let out a tiny air bubble that I felt on my upper lip. I held my breath for fear of what this horrifying gas at this range would cause, but the (horrible) air bubble just stayed there. Eventually I gave in and breathed in her bubble and started jerking around like I was having an epileptic seizure. It was the worst smell I had ever experienced, like rotting eggs in a sulfur mill. As soon as I breathed it in I tried to get it out as fast as possible and forced myself to breath out all of my air.

"I felt that, don't think you can get away with not breathing in all of my gas."

I felt her push again and as she did this I realized that my air supply was cut off.

"I'm sure you've noticed that you're not getting any other air, so you need to get what you can from me."

I knew she was right and prepared myself for her next puff. Then it came, PFFFT. As I began to breathe it in,
BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT

She let out 5 seconds of hellish fury directly into my nose and I began to feel woozy. She must have noticed my sudden lack of struggle because she sat up for the first time since this began and looked at me with that scary look of hers.

"If you think this is bad, I dare you to pass out on me."

She spread her cheeks again and lowered herself back down with a nice BRRRAAAPPPP. She touched her anus to my nose and pushed, releasing a seven second SBD with and emphasis on D directly up my nose.

"Oh my god, that one was worse than I thought it would be. It actually burned coming out."

And it burned going in, too. Whatever strength I had gained during the time she sat up off of my face to lecture me about staying conscious had just been sapped out by the destructive power of her SBD.

"Actually, I kind of want you to pass out on me so I can give my newest toy a try. I'm sorry for what I'm about to do."

She then sat back harder and I was receiving no air at all. After about fifteen seconds I was about to pass out, but to make matters worse I felt a warm breeze against my tongue. She had removed the tape and let an SBD go directly into my mouth. It burned the back of my throat as I breathed it in and before my lungs could get a taste, I was out like a light.

I woke up to the sound of an alarm, I looked to the left and saw a digital clock about two inches away, but right behind it was a window? I looked to my right and saw another window, only this one was looking towards the bed. I tried to move my left arm but it was stuck to my side; so was my right arm. My legs were also stuck together. It felt like... Saran Wrap? It occurred to me that I was lying on my back with my head stuck inside of some sort of glass box. A hole then opened up in the top of the box and a hand came down and shut off the alarm. I checked the time; 1:23am. The hand left the box and was replaced by a voice.

The voice was Jamie's. "It's about time you woke up; I've been waiting for the past hour to do this."

"Waiting to do what?" is what I tried and failed to ask when I realized that the tape had been replaced over my mouth.

"This is the fartbox, also known as the gas chamber. It is glass on four of the sides as I'm sure you noticed. Of course, I'm sure you also noticed that the top portion of the box can be opened, like I just did. Once my butt goes there it will be airtight and you will be forced to smell all of my nasty gasses eventually." She started laughing. "And we can't forget about the best part."

She proceeded to pull the pillow out from under my head, straining my neck slightly due to the lack of room to move. Once the pillow was removed I lied my head back down over the neck support and I got zapped.

"That's the best part, if you fall asleep or unconscious, your head will fall back. If that happens you will experience a slight shock to the back of your head until you pick it back up. That neck support I put there will easily allow you to keep you head up without strain, but if you fall asleep your head WILL hit that shock pad and you will get woken up by a zap. I would have used something sharp, but if you bleed and die then you won't be forced to smell my rotten gas anymore and we can't have that."

I was now scared and I checked the clock again; 1:25am.

"I feel that you will have learned your lesson by 3:00 and it is then that I will stop this torture and allow you to get to sleep. But until then, you will be conversing with my ass instead of my face. Right now it has more to say than I do."

She sat her naked ass on top of the box, sealing it airtight and I felt a gust of warm air hit my face. I refused to smell it for as long as possible so I held in what breath I already had. BBBBBRRRRRRPPPPTTTTTTSSSSS, she had let out a huge ripper that almost melted my face off.

I heard her voice outside of the box. "I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you, it'll only cause me to resort to extreme measures."

Before I could even respond I feel her foot moving slowly up my side and over my stomach. She then put pressure down on my stomach, slowly forcing out all of my air. She then let me breathe in and this was at least a thousand times stronger than it was before. With this gas chamber preventing any of the rancid air from escaping, there was nothing I could do to escape it and the more that I held my breath, the more that the gas would build up.
PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTT A seven second SBD turned high squeaker worked its way out of her butt cheeks, causing them to jiggle a little at the end.

"Oh yeah, that one was just for you."

Her statement would have been more accurate if she replaced "just for you" with "the worst possible fart ever." Had it not been for the tape I'm sure that I would have been throwing up. She placed her foot against my stomach again and trained my breathing to be slow and deep. She then let out another puff followed by another one and two more after that. I began to pass out and was grateful that this torture would finally be over. As my head fell back I hit the electric pad and jumped wide awake.

This went on until 2:58am (I was looking at the clock every few seconds in hopes that the slowest minutes would speed up) when she gave me a small speech.

"The pad is now unplugged and I have one final blast for you, smell as much as you can before you pass out though, trust me. If you don't, you'll regret it later. After you smell up this last one, your torture will be all over as long as you never try this again."

She continued to train my breathing with her foot, and after a few second of this, while I was mid-exhale, she started laughing and I felt a burning hot wind hit my face. It was like the winds of the Sahara on a hot summers day. She laughed from start to finish on that one and kept my breathing steady. It lasted about fifteen seconds and immediately sapped my strength away. Just before I passed out I saw her get up and close the lid laughing.

I woke up at 3:10 and was forced to breathe nothing but that previous deadly fart that was still trapped in there until I passed out again ten minutes later. Then I woke up after ten minutes and after ten minutes of torture, I passed out again.

This continued until 6:00 when I was finally able to stay awake through the fart that had finally (after 3 full hours) dispersed enough to not knock me out. The whole time I had been passing out and writhing in agony while awake, Jamie had been sitting right next to the box, laughing at me the whole time until she finally let me out.

She then threatened me with worse if I ever told anybody what had happened. She had me use her shower in her bathroom which smelled so horrible that morning that I was barely able to stand up in there. She said I was using that one as a reminder that there actually is worse. The rest of the trip went on as would normally be expected except for the awkward silences between Jamie and I and the horrified looks I got on my face whenever I saw her eating.