By: JumpGalleons
The woman groggily woke up to a repeated buzzing sound. Her eyes widened as she realized what time it was. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” She slammed her hand on her phone as she leapt out of bed. She felt her stomach gurgle.
SPLBRPBT!!!!!!
A quick puff of gas left her as she quickly threw on a loose t shirt, yesterday’s jeans, and skating shoes as she grabbed her backpack. She sprinted out of her dorm. She couldn’t be late, not again. Three minutes was totally doable.
Nicole was an alright college student. She was brilliant, but she did not often choose to show it. Assignments would not be turned in and she only made it to about half of her classes. She swore to herself that she would focus for her exams and for the most part she had, it was just something about Professor Lowry’s class.
10:58. Since she was her major advisor, she was a little more willing to cut Nicole some slack, but missing her final exam was a big deal. If she didn’t pass Sex and Sexuality, she wouldn’t be able to graduate. Her stomach rumbled as she ran across the dirt path. She saw Shaw Hall in the distance.
10:59. Nicole flew through the door and sprinted up the stairs. As her phone vibrated again, she slammed against the classroom’s handlebar. In horror, she jiggled it before pounding on the door. She leaned against it, breathing heavily. She had missed it. That was that. She slowly slid down the doorframe and put her hands in her head. Just as tears started to push their way forward, she heard the door squeak open. “Wow, Ms. Witkoff, I’m glad you could make it today.”
“I know, I’m super sorry, Rosa.” Her professor looked at her disapprovingly in silence, then forced out the next sentence angrily. “Please, take a seat anywhere.” Nicole could tell she messed up. The three other students in the room glared at her with a combination of boredom and slight anger. The room had used to be a closet before being converted to a classroom for situations like these, so there was only space for the professor’s podium and four desks arranged in a T-shape. As she took a paper from the doctor, she silently took her space at the center.
Professor Lowry looked at the clock and back at the group. “Well, I guess I’ll just start over with the rules.” As the doctor went over the standard proceedings for exams, Nicole wiped the sweat off her brow. She opened her backpack, took her notes out, and threw her dark-blue beanie on. “... I’ll be staying in the room to make sure you guys don’t cheat. I’ll be grading your research projects. Oh, and one last thing, since Namath here decided to be late, we will not have time for the scheduled bathroom break.” The three other women groaned at this news. “Hey, don’t be mad at me.” The professor pulled up a giant clock on the projector. “Your time begins now!”
Nicole grabbed a pencil and went to work. Her stomach rumbled again. She gritted her teeth as she stared down. The question rested on the paper in front of her: Describe one or more of the fetishes discussed in your reading, why people find it attractive, and proper treatment for it. As she caught her breath, she looked around the room to see who she’d be stuck with for the next three hours. On her left was Aditi Bedi, the school’s soccer star. She was wearing black athletic shorts, sneakers, and a green tank top gifted to her by the spirit shop. Nicole knew she had missed the first exam because she was busy scoring the conference-winning goal against Naismith. She watched as Aditi brushed her long black hair out of her tan face trying to focus.
“Remember, eyes on your own papers, people!” The professor yelled. She quickly scrawled an intro, then started the next paragraph. Coprophilia and eproctophilia are the sexual attraction to feces and flatulence, respectively. Rosa Lowry was probably only in her late forties, but she was still stunning. She had a jet-black cloud of curly hair surrounding her head and was dressed in a formal skirt and business jacket. As Nicole’s major advisor, the two women had started to know each other on an informal business. She even wrote recommendation letters for Nicole, so seeing her prized student show up late had to have pissed her off.
SPRLRPPTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
Nicole whipped around to her left to see Aditi stop leaning and sit normally with a hint of a smile on her face. The reverb of the fart echoed throughout the room and the strong smell of rotten broccoli coated her neighbor. “Alright, come on, who was that?” Rosa asked angrily as the entire room tried not to laugh. Aditi stayed silent as the professor looked around the room. “Let’s try to stay professional here, ok?” The professor asked as she went back to browsing her laptop.
Nicole gripped her pencil hard and sweated. There was no way Aditi Bedi just ripped ass on her. She had dreamed about this and as she inhaled the gas, she shuddered. Nicole had always had a thing for farts. Come on, use this. Feces and flatulence is found attractive due to the social taboo associated with both and the idea of swallowing a hot woman steaming fart’s makes me cum. Nicole paused and quickly crossed that last part out.
As she fidgeted in her seat making sure no one saw her, she looked to her right and saw Kelsey Fleer. Kelsey was one of those spend the weekend camping types. The reason she had missed the exam was because she got stuck in the woods for a week. For anyone else, it would have been newsworthy, but Kelsey was just a woman of the outside. She had her brown hair tied up in a ponytail and was wearing a blue tshirt with green khaki shorts. Kelsey’s curves weren’t as impressive as Aditi’s or Rosa’s, but her ass and tits were somehow fat yet tight.
Come on Nicole, don’t think about that. Just focus on the quiz. The question rested on the paper in front of her: Describe one or more of the fetishes discussed in class, why people find it attractive, and proper treatment for it.
EEURRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kelsey pounded her chest and laughed after her belch. “Sorry, that was me, chief.” Nicole coughed from the garlicky gas as the professor angrily sighed. “Look, I don’t want any more outbursts, alright? You all are adults, you can hold it for three hours.”
As the sound of scratching pencils filled the air, Nicole came back into reality. Just write about her scat and gas fetish, it’s that simple. As she heard Gillian’s stomach rumble, she bit her lip. Gillian Klinemacher was deep into Phi Rho Tau, one of the premier sororities on campus. Gillian came from a rich family and she acted like it. On the original exam date, she hadn’t come in because she was still recovering from the massive rager thrown three days before. She was on the heavier side and was wearing a green tank top and khaki shorts. Nicole watched in arousal as Gillian, chewing on her left brown pigtail, leaned forward and grunted.
BRPRBPBRPBRBRPBPBTPPTBPBRRRRRPBPBPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nicole salivated as she watched the fabric of Gillian’s shorts vibrate with the fart. Kelsey and Aditi broke down in laughter. Nicole knew her face should have been down there, inhaling every shit particle sprayed out of her ass. “Guys, it has been fifteen minutes! Do you mean to tell me you could not hold it for that long?” “Sorry prof, you said no bathroom break.” The professor stood up and looked down at her desk. She went up to the door to lock it and faced the class. “Alright, does everybody want a 100%?”
Immediately, every student raised their hand. “Alright, alright, here’s the deal. We had to cover so much stuff in class that I couldn’t really do an in-person deep dive like I wanted to. Luckily, we can cover that now. There is someone here who is a eproctophile. Who remembers what that is?” After a moment of silence, Kelsey piped up as she stretched her legs out on the desk in front of her, breaking into laughter halfway through. “Wait, isn’t that someone who’s into like, farts? Sorry, flatulence.” “Correct, Kelsey. Someone here goes back to their apartment at night and thinks of nothing but people flatulating and defecating on them.” The professor glared around the room, lingering on Nicole. “If that person is willing to admit it and everybody here wants to do it, I propose a game. If the class can correctly determine who has the fetish and prove it, everyone gets an A on the exam. That way everyone can get a proper view into someone with fetishes. How does the class feel about this?”
The room sat in shocked silence for a bit. Aditi blurted out “What the hell are you talking about?! That’s disgusting! Who the hell would want to get shat on?” Nicole stared down at her desk, trying to hide her excitement. “I mean, I can’t even imagine, that warm air, that smell, ugh!” Rosa laughed knowingly. “That exact reaction is what I’m talking about. It’s a paraphilia, but that’s someone in here’s fantasy. Don’t you want to see how they would react? Forget this exam, you could write a dissertation on that!”
The clock on the screen kept ticking down as the women thought it over. The professor interjected. “Obviously, no one else would know about this. It would all be our little secret. Plus, I know there are some people here who could use the GPA boost.” After she looked at Kelsey, she leaned back in her chair. “Not to mention, I have tenure.” The class went silent again until it was broken by someone’s stomach rumbling. Gillian stepped in. “Look, I gotta rip ass anyway, if it gets me an A, let’s do it.” Nicole, waiting for someone else to go first, sighed in relief. “Yeah, I’ll do it.” Kelsey shrugged her shoulders. “I’m down for it.” Aditi looked around and threw her hands up in exhaustion. “Fine, whatever. Just make sure this does NOT get out!” The professor wiped her brow. “Obviously I am for it too. So who wants to come forward?”
SLPRBRBRPBRPBRPBRPRBPRBRPRPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gillian moaned as she farted, a deep bubbler that filled the room with the rancid smell of expired Chinese food. “Sorry prof if this needed to be more scientific, but I just needed to-” “I understand, Gillian.” There was nowhere in the cramped closet for the foul air to go. Kelsey waved her hand in front of her face as she laughed while Aditi covered her nose and mouth, clearly disgusted. Rosa stood at the front with her arms crossed, seemingly unfazed, while Nicole had to feign being grossed out. Taking a deep breath of the horrid scent, burning her taste buds and her nostrils, she coughed. “Wow, Gillian, that was really musty. Gee, that sure was, not fun, right guys?!
After her spiel, Kelsey’s smile widened. “Well, that clears things up, doesn’t it?” She nudged Nicole’s arm. “Come on, admit it. You like people ripping ass, don’t you?” Nicole nervously looked around as Kelsey made raspberries with her mouth while poking her. “No, come on guys, I’m like pretty sure it’s Aditi. I mean, she was the first one to rip, you know?” Aditi uncrossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, absolutely. You got me, guys! Can we leave now? It’s starting to reek in here.” Lowry smiled devilishly. “Aditi, would you be willing to prove that?”
She weaved through the crowded desks and put her massive ass only inches away from Aditi’s face. Aditi’s nose scrunched as she smelled the aroma of sweat and unwashed butt emanating from Rosa’s skirt. The professor turned her attention to the class. “Remember, the majority of the class has to agree. Is Aditi Bedi an eproctophile?” She pushed her ass against Aditi’s head, grinding. The student tried to push her off. “Fine, fine, it’s not me! I’m not into fucking farts! It’s obviously Nicole!” Rosa relented, slowly standing back up.
EUEURROROROPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The professor’s belch polluted the closet as Nicole closed her eyes to savor it. “What the hell was that, professor?!” Gillian asked, waving her hand in front of her. “That’s it! I don’t care if I fail this class, I’m out of here!” Aditi stood up and pushed past the teacher. She reached to turn the doorknob and shook it a couple times, but the door would not budge. The doctor smiled. “Think of it as a time limit.” She held up a key in her hand. “Besides, I’m the only one with one of these, so I’ll decide when we leave.”
“AAGHH!!!!!” Aditi screamed in frustration. After shaking the door a bit more, she stomped around the front of the classroom a bit. She threw a bundle of papers at the wall in anger. Huffing in anger, she scanned the faces of the four other women. “THAT’S IT!” The Indian woman walked over to Gillian and positioned her ass right next to the sorority girl’s face.
FRLRLRRRBPPPPRBRPRRPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
A wet blast shot out of Aditi’s asshole as Gillian tried to push her away. Her eyes started to water from the pure nastiness of the flatulence and she started to cough. “Look jackass, it’s not me!”
“I know it’s not you!” Aditi pointed to Nicole. “But she won’t fess up! Someone in here is fucking loving this and it sure as shit is not me!” Nicole grabbed the edge of the desk. She had already soaked through her pants. She had dreamed about this, but never thought that it would happen. But what was next? She couldn’t be known as the girl on campus who was great to talk to and fucking loved inhaling meaty farts. She looked around as everybody stared at her. Nicole muttered something incoherent under her breath as she tried to come up with something as Kelsey chuckled. “Look, this has been entertaining, but it’s gotta come to an end.” Kelsey stood on her lean legs and slammed her thick ass onto Nicole’s desk.
BRPBRBPRPBPABPAPAPPPPPTPPTTPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nicole’s test paper, long forgotten, flew off with the force of the gas as the desk shook. The fart was deep and musky, rumbling between the mounds of Kelsey’s deep buttcheeks. She slapped her ass as she laughed and wiggled it around inches in front of Nicole’s pale face. “Look, if you just say you like this, we all go home with one hundreds and I pass this class! Now sniff! Or whatever it is you freaks do.” Kelsey looked back at Nicole, who was desperately trying to think of something. This was it. She had to come clean. As she looked at Professor Lowry, who responded with a sly expression, Nicole realized everything.
She pointed to the teacher as she looked down at her desk. “It’s Doctor Lowry. She’s the one with the fetish.” The professor looked around at the women with a questioning gaze. “So? What does the class think?” Gillian slammed the desk in agreement. “Nicole’s right. How the hell would she know what one of us are into?” Aditi scratched the back of her neck in embarrassment. “I guess she never said it was a student.” Her expression turned angrier. “And yeah, I’d say someone rubbing their ass on my face is into it!”
Rosa slowly took off her glasses and leaned back as a smile grew across her face. “Alright, you’re correct.” Aditi crossed her arms in anger. “Wow, fantastic. My professor likes huffing ass.” Lowry’s eyes slightly narrowed. “Hey, you guys agreed to this.” Aditi approached the door with her shirt around her nose. “Look, can we go now? It smells like shit in here.” “Just one more thing, you have to prove it.” Aditi screamed in anger as Gillian sighed. “What do you mean, prove it?! You just admitted it!” Gillian pointed out.
“I know what she wants.” Nicole said quietly. As she got out, the other students noticed the sopping wet seat. She purposely ate a diet of broccoli, beans, and chicken daily, so that when she could go home, she could lie in her bed, rip ass, and feel ecstasy. She had been counting on the bathroom break to help relieve her pressure. Now, it might save her semester. “She wants us to fart on her.”
Before Nicole could reach her destination, Aditi got to the teacher’s desk first.
BRPRB!!! FLRPP!!! SPRP!!!
Three shotgun blasts flew out into Rosa’s face. The dreaded protein gas, Rosa inhaled it with her eyes closed and her lip twitching. “ THERE! Is that good enough!?” Aditi complained. Kelsey got on the left side of her.
BRPRBPRBRPBRPRBRBRORORORPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nicole tried to hide her arousal as she saw a dark spot form on Kelsey’s shorts, a product of the foul smelling expired beef jerky she had eaten the day before. Finally, Gillian lumbered behind Rosa’s chair and planted her enormous rear on the back of the furniture. Each cheek was larger than the professor’s head by a good amount. The tan khaki shorts stretched out, her ass barely being contained.
LFRPBRBRBRBLFBLPRBRBRLBFPLFBPFBFPBFPRPLRPRTPPTTPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
“OH MY GOD!” Gillian said after her gas, her eyes twitching in relief. The combination of her burnt rubber smell with that of the other women would have made any normal person thrown up. However, Rosa tasted and smelled it like it was the scent of heaven. Nicole didn’t even bother to pretend anymore. She openly huffed her classmates’ foul aroma.
Aditi pointed with a disgusted look. “Oh my god Nicole, you could have saved us so much time!” “No, she couldn’t have.” The professor interjected. “How the hell would I know her fetish?” “UUGGGHHHH!!!!!!” Aditi screamed. “Why do we have to live your sexual fantasies out? Huh? Huh! You pervert!” “LOOK, YOU AGREED TO THIS!” The professor yelled, standing up angrily. “If none of you wanted to do this, you could have just written those exams! But, I gave you a choice and you took the option of farting and burping!” The professor pushed her fogged glasses back up and smiled. “You wanted to find out, didn’t you?” She looked around the room with prideful eyes. “You wanted to find out what in the world could get someone to taste and savor the heat and sound and flavor of someone’s asscheeks?”
Lowry looked at Nicole and smiled. “I haven’t heard from you yet.” The student’s stomach rumbled. “Two out of five people in a classroom with a fart fetish, now that’s a new one. I saw how you left your seat.” Nicole’s cheeks reddened. “I’m sure every night you think about all of us standing around and ripping ass on your face.” The professor shifted her leg.
SLRBRPBRLRBPRLBRRLRPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She let out a chainsaw bubbler as she moaned in delight. “Come on, Nicole. Don’t you want some of that? Don’t you want-”
Nicole couldn’t take it any longer. She turned around and lowered her panties and jeans, revealing her juicy ass. She shoved her advisor’s head between her bare cheeks. Aditi moved her hand to her mouth in horror as Nicole grunted.
FLRRPRRPRPRPLRRPLRPLRPRLRPLRRPLPTLPRLPRLRRPRPRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“YES!” She screamed as her gas echoed down the throat of her professor. Gleefully, Lowry lapped up every particle and molecule of her student’s fart. She carefully licked every inch and fold of her asshole.
SLPFT!!
A tiny puff emerged out of the professor as well. As the gas winded down, Rosa steadied herself on the desk. She laughed a little bit as she pushed her glasses back up. “Nicole, that was-”
UEUURURURRPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again, she was interrupted by Nicole, this time her student belching an inch away from her face. This time, she locked lips with her professor, forcing the gas down her throat again. The other students looked on with a mix of horror, respect, and envy. As Nicole pulled away and pulled her pants back up, everybody could hear both women’s panties start to drip on the floor.
Rosa sat in a dazed shock of pleasure. “Nicole, that was the most disgusting thing I’ve seen in my life!” Aditi yelled. She turned back to the door and started to pull and tug on it furiously. “Get me out of this fucking fart-fest!” The smell of everybody’s gas had fermented over time and stunk even worse. “You are never going to teach here again!” With her shirt over her nose, she marched over and dug around Rosa’s pocket, finally finding the key. Unsteadily unlocking the door and marching out, she only turned back briefly. “If any of you ever tell this to a soul, I am gonna fucking kill you!” She slammed the door behind her, though it only slightly muffled the sounds of her frustrated screaming. Gillian stood up and looked over both involved women. “Uhhh, thanks for the A, I guess.” She slowly walked out the door. “Yeah, don’t mention this… ever? That was gross. Seriously, never bring this up.” Kelsey was the last to leave. She grinned. “Well, I was not expecting that!” She slapped Nicole on the shoulder. “Hey, let me know if that ever happens again. Easiest one hundred I ever earned!” Her gaze became more serious as she looked at her classmate, biting her lip. “For real though, if you want some more interaction, text me.” Her expression lightened again as she shot finger guns and left.
Rosa finally snapped out of her daze. “...That was fantastic, Nicole. That was real?” Nicole stared down at her desk, embarrassed to respond. “Yep. I farted, bare cheeks, in your face and… uh, you ate it. Real heat of the moment type thing there.” The professor frowned. “You’re saying this isn’t a dream?” “Nope.” “And I persuaded those three others to fart and belch on each other.” “Uh, yeah.” The professor stared off into the distance for a second. “Well, shit. There goes my career, I guess.” She scratched the back of her neck. “Well then, I can recommend you a great academic advisor who can help do your thesis-”
Nicole stared right at her. “Look, if you ever want to have… relations again, text me.” She stood up and grabbed her backpack. “Right now, I have to go explain to all of my friends why I smell like shit.”