Taylor thought for sure that she would win the school’s annual talent show with her violin playing that she spent months trying to master, but to her shock, she lost the competition to Lisa’s dance performance. It was an outrage! She worked so hard on winning that competition, and yet she lost to some “lackluster dance moves”, as she put it.

While most people would just move on from a competition like this, but not Taylor. Taylor felt cheated, and she wanted that trophy. With this in mind, she decided to follow Lisa on her way home, planning on taking the trophy while no one else would be around to notice. Once Lisa was on her street, Taylor put her plans into action.

“Hello, Lisa.” Taylor said in as sinister of a tone as she could muster up.

“Oh, uh, hey Taylor. What brings you here?” Lisa asked, surprised to see her classmate in a neighborhood she’d normally never visit.

“Well, I believe you have something that is mine.” Taylor replied, eyeing the trophy in her rival’s hand.

“Uh, what?” Lisa asked, not really sure what Taylor meant until she remembered that she was in the competition as well, “Oh, you mean the trophy? Sorry Taylor, but I won fair and square.”

“Ugh! No you didn’t!” Taylor yelled, “I deserved to win, not you! Me!”

Without warning Taylor lunged towards Lisa in a fit of rage, trying to rip the trophy out of Lisa’s hands. Of course, Taylor wasn’t all that strong, so taking the trophy this way wasn’t exactly easy. After about a minute of trying to take the trophy, Lisa suddenly let go of it once she noticed Trisha walking up behind Taylor.

“What the hell is going on!?” Trisha asked. Trisha is Lisa’s older sister who lived with her as she attended a local college. She’s a large and imposing girl who frequently uses her thick figure to intimidate anyone who messes with her little sister. “Who are you and what are you doing with my sister?”

“Oh, ahem. I am Taylor, and I’m simply taking what belongs to me.” Taylor said, trying to stay confident in the face of danger.

“Oh no you’re not.” Trisha said, knowing full well that Lisa won the competition, “Come on now, be a good sport and give Lisa her trophy back.”

“No!” Taylor said with anger, “This trophy belongs to me!”

“Alright then, if this trophy’s really yours, I suppose there’s no harm in having you work a bit more for it.” Trisha mocked as she pulled the trophy out of Taylor’s hands.

“Ugh, fine. What do you want?” Taylor asked, just wanting to get this over with.

“Come inside, then we can talk.” Trisha said as she pulled Taylor inside.

“Okay, first I need you to carry me to my room.” Trisha told Taylor, with Lisa instantly laughing at the command.

“Huh?” Taylor asked in fear as she looked at the huge girl that absolutely dwarfed her much smaller and slimmer body.

“What? Don’t think you’re up for it?” Trisha asked, “No problem, I guess Lisa will just have to keep the trophy then.”

“No, you know what? I’ll do it.” Taylor said, not wanting to let them win. Of course the moment she tried to pick Trisha up, she fell to the ground, with her arms crushed under the heavy girl’s body. Still determined to succeed, Taylor pulled her arms out from under her and started pushing her. Noticing that using her arms wasn’t enough, Taylor reluctantly decided to use her face to push as well, which with Trisha’s position unfortunately meant her face would need to be pressed up against her fat and smelly ass.

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While Taylor continued struggling to push Trisha up stairs, Trisha carelessly farted in her face. The shock and smell of this fart caused Taylor to stumble, followed by Trisha’s body rolling over and landing her fat ass onto Taylor’s face.

“Wow, that was pathetic. I wasn’t expecting much from you, but I was hoping you’d at least be able to get me halfway up before collapsing.” Trish said as Taylor squirmed under her ass while shouting some muffled cries. After the two sisters laughed at Taylor for a bit, Trisha got off of her face, letting out another fart as she got up.

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“It was a good effort though. Not exactly “award winning” or anything, but you should be used to that.” Lisa mocked, reminding Taylor of her status as a runner up, leading Taylor to groan in frustration.

“Whatever, I’ll carry you to my room instead, but you better make up for it.” Trisha said as she lifted up Taylor and carried her to her room.

When Trisha entered her room, she placed Taylor’s head on the seat of a couch she had in there, ready to go on to the next step of her plan.

“Alright, now you’re going to be my fart cushion while I watch some TV.” Trisha said as she turned around and pulled off her sweatpants, allowing her fat ass to fully reveal itself to her victim.

“What!? No way, I am not doing that, you revolting pig!” Taylor complained, “Just give me my trophy and let me go!”

“Nah, my booty has already made up its mind.” Trisha said as she spread her cheeks and lowered herself onto Taylor’s face, making sure that her little nose was pressed directly into her anus. “I don’t want to smell a damn thing, understood?”

With Trisha’s smelly ass placed onto Taylor’s face, the uptight girl wondered when the last time she showered was. The smell was absolutely disgusting, but unfortunately, it was about to get worse for her.

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As she turned on the TV, Trisha farted up Taylor’s waiting nose, with all of the awful gas filling up her sensitive nostrils. Sniffing the air around her to check if Taylor was doing her job filtering out the bad smells. To her pleasure, she couldn’t smell a thing. Wanting to further test out her cushion, Trisha let out a few more farts.

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“Damn, you’re great at this! I can’t smell a thing!” Trisha exclaimed, “You know, you should have gone with “fart sniffing” in that talent show. You would have won for sure!”

Taylor groaned as Trisha laughed at her own joke along with her victim’s misfortune.

“It’s a good thing too! I had a huge meal earlier, so I’m gonna have bad gas like this all night!” Trisha said, looking forward to tormenting Taylor for the whole evening, proudly slapping one of her cheeks to emphasize her point.

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As Trisha watched her show, Taylor was trapped under her, forced to take in all of her farts. The powerful stench burned poor Taylor’s nose, and she wanted nothing more than to run away from Lisa’s awful sister. Still, she was determined to get that trophy, so even if she could get Trisha off of her, she had no choice but to stay put.

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Hours went by, with Taylor’s face continuing to be used as a seat cushion by the gassy overweight college student. “All this for a trophy?” she thought to herself, but in truth there was more to it than that. Taylor’s pride and respect was on the line, and without a trophy to show for her performance, she was nothing.

“Alright, I think you’ve suffered enough.” Trisha said as she lifted herself off of Taylor’s fart and ass-sweat covered face, looking down at the poor girl to see her eyes filled with tears, “I think you’ve earned your trophy by now.”

“R-really?” Taylor said as she perked up with joy.

“Yeah, anyone who could survive hours worth of my farts at point-blank range like that deserves a prize” Trisha said, knowing just how bad her gas can be. “Lisa! Come here, and bring the trophy too!”

Hearing her sister’s call, Lisa ran into Trisha’s room with her trophy in hands. Unbeknownst to Taylor however, the sisters had yet another trick planned for her. Before coming, Lisa filled up the trophy with about a week’s worth of the two girls’ dirty panties. As she approached Taylor, she pretended to trip and shoved the top of the trophy in Taylor’s face, giving her a facefull of smelly underwear.

“Ew what the heck!?” Taylor cried out with muffled screams as the filthy panties were shoved in her face.

“Oops! Sorry about that!” Lisa said insincerely as she got up and lifted the trophy off of Taylor’s face, leaving Taylor to flail around in disgust as she tried to get the remaining panties off of her, “I didn’t really know what to use this thing for, so Trisha texted me and said that we should use it as a laundry basket.”

“Hehe, yeah. You might want to try washing it off when you bring it home, assuming the smell isn’t stuck to it forever or something.” Trisha said, further rubbing in the fact that they soiled the trophy before giving it to Taylor.

“Ugh, whatever. Just give me the trophy.” Taylor complained as she grabbed the smelly trophy out of Lisa’s hands before walking out of the room with it, “You obviously didn’t deserve a prize like this anyways.”

Taylor then walked home, a lot less satisfied than she hoped to be. Once she made it home, she thoroughly washed off the trophy, but no matter how much soap she used, a faint stench still lingered around it. She won, but her victory was not at all what she hoped for.