By: geneticnotecard
“Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!”
Kayla was struggling. Frequent noise from the apartment next to her was starting to piss her off. It sounded like bad singing and music. Now was not the time for dumb shit! If she didn’t ace this presentation, her grade would be in serious jeopardy.
“Kayla… is everything okay?”
She forgot to mute her microphone. Shit. Zoom classes were stupid anyway.
“Sorry, I’m good… I promise. Somebody next to me is making a lot of f-... er-” Kayla cut herself off, realizing that cursing would probably make things a lot worse.
“It’s okay,” her sweet, old professor gently smiled. “Take your time.”
For better or worse, her presentation happened. She had done better and done worse before. Hopefully, she’d keep her A. But Kayla was definitely going to talk with whoever was making that much fucking noise. Grumbling, Kayla slipped into her slides and stepped into the hallway like an angry woman who hadn’t gotten her food yet.
Kayla didn’t like to think of herself as too pretty, but she was undoubtedly fun to look at. Her dark skin perfectly accented her wide eyes and she had decent height on her. Most would consider 5’9 to be somewhat tall for a girl. She recently got her braids done by a friend from school and her edges were finally coming in. Things were looking up. She was home so she wore a simple tank top and leggings.
She knocked on the door hard and winded two of her braids around her fingers. The door slowly opened, revealing a drop-dead gorgeous woman.
“Can I like, help you?”
She was light-skinned, a beautiful blend of curves and plumpness. Her figure shined through her body even though her plain white shirt was baggy. Her red-orange hair was a mess of long curls and her brown eyes couldn’t have been any bigger. She licked her plump lips, waiting for a response. There was no doubt as to who this is.
Ice Spice is my neighbor?
“Hey, uhhh I noticed that-”
“What’s your name girl?”
Dammit, bitch! Stay focused!
“Kayla, but-”
“Kayla is a pretty name… you’re my neighbor, right? I’m Naija or Ice Spice… have you heard of me?”
Kayla looked embarrassed. “How could I not have?”
“You look a little star-struck girl.” She giggled. She walked out into the hallway and picked up a package. Kayla stared wide-eyed as her ass seemed to get bigger and wider as she got lower. She picked up a package and stood back up with a crooked smile on her lips.
“I’m not trying to be rude, but why are you staying in an apartment?” Kayla asked, confused as to why somebody of her “caliber” was living here.
“Yeah I didn’t have a lawyer read my contract 'cause I was like 20, and they kinda screwed me… I don’t actually make that much…” She frowned, scratching her brow, and sighed. “Did you need something?”
“Yeah, um…. I was giving a presentation and there was a lot of noise soooooo… could you try and keep it down?” Naija nodded and placed her hands on her wide hips.
“Yeah, my fault. I was just in the zone,” She giggled, flashing a big toothy smile at Kayla. Her dimples were super cute, too.
“Yeah, it’s all good… See you around?” Naija nodded and closed the door.
That went well… and she’s cuter in person.
Ice Spice wasn’t a great rapper, but she knew her core demographic wasn’t looking for anything truly meaningful. But her music was always fun to listen to and she did have a couple of “bops” Kayla enjoyed. Nobody ever talked about Ice Spice’s music, they usually talked about her body.
Ice Spice’s body was a work of art. Doing some more “research” on her neighbor, she watched music videos, paying avid attention to the way her body moved. The way her legs and muscles shook side to side. Her ass wobbled with nearly every movement and her chest was an underrated aspect of her body. Her breasts were the perfect combination of supple and perkiness. Kayla bit her lip and closed her thighs, having to pause the video to calm herself down. She gently touched her privates and held back a moan.
Relax Kayla… She’s just your neighbor now. No big deal.
…
After another day of stupidly long classes, Kayla flopped onto her bed, already moments away from passing out. Some mindless scrolling on TikTok would definitely do the trick. The “Strawberry mint hair growth oil” guy seemed like he was making some progress with fixing his hairline. Yeah, this would knock her would. And it was-
Until she felt a few vibrations.
And then a straight-up buzz.
And eventually, the bass was thumping her chest. Kayla grabbed a pillow and covered her ears, but this had no effect. There was only one person who could’ve been responsible for this.
“Jeez, can you stop banging on my fucking- Oooooh hey Kayla!” Naija’s face lit up with a huge smile, but that wasn’t going to change Kayla’s sour mood.
“Hey,” Kayla started quietly, trying to be somewhat civil. She placed her hands together. “It’s really loud and I’m really tired, sooooooo…”
“Oh yeah, it’s no problem! She walked in and turned down the volume on her large set of speakers. “All good?”
“All good,” Kayla repeated, giving Naija a slight smile. At least she was trying to be nice. She gave a nice thumbs up and closed the door. Kayla slinked back into her apartment and laid her head back down on her silk pillow. Maybe now she’d drift off…
And she did for maybe 10 minutes. Until the bass was shaking her windows.
Maybe she’d have to kill her.
“Naija! Naija, open the fucking door!”
“Y’know,” she started while opening the door. “If you keep knocking on my door, I’m finna start thinking you want something…”
Kayla was mad now. Purposely being annoying was the biggest fucking red flag. She was done with “trying to be civil.”
“Yeah, bitch! I want you to keep it fucking quiet!” Naija’s smile quickly faded and was placed with simple annoyance.
“Listen, Kayla, I kinda vibe with you, so Imma excuse this… but next time, remember who I fucking am, and who you are.” All Kayla could do was glare.
“I mean, who even are you? Nobody know you, girl. But everybody knows me.” She smirked and placed a hand on her hip before chuckling. She closed the door and gently waved. A few moments later the music was even louder.
Kayla balled up her firsts, filled with anger. Who was she to act like this? Celebrities don’t get to act like they are better than everyone! Maybe it was time to do something she’d regret.
…
A few days had passed. Kayla was still really mad. But she was still in the planning stages. Thankfully, the super thin walls helped with all of that.
“Yeah I got my man coming over tonight… yeah it's gonna be real chill, girl. But you know how I am,” Naija giggled. “If it happens, I ain’t gonna stop it, haha.”
A man? Coming over? Oh, Kayla was gonna fuck it all the way up.
“Brandon? Yeah, he's their starting left tackle or some shit, I don't care about all of that… You think he’s not fine as fuck?!? C’mon now.” More laughter.
Brandon or whoever the fuck was going to be in for a surprise. Sending a stripper or prostitute or whatever was surely going to end "date night" very quickly.
“Hello, is this the... 'Es-cort' service?”
“Pfff, the fuck is that?... yes, please keep it down…”
“I need your finest male at 31 Deforest Drive, unit uhhhhh…. 24A I think?”
“Bitch why does that sound like a question?”
“Just send him at 8! Please?”
“Yeah, yeah, okay…” Whoever was on the end sighed and hung up. Whatever. If he didn’t show, Kayla had a plan B. She was hoping it wouldn’t come to that. So she bided her time and waited for hell to break loose. Kayla paused her TV show when she heard some commotion out in the hallway.
“Man, what the FUCK is this, girl?”
“I don’t know, okay! I didn’t ask for him!”
“WHY THE FUCK HE HERE THEN!”
“I DON'T KNOW!”
“Well, fuck this. I’m out then…”
“Who da hell is gonna pay me?”
Naija slid down the wall as both men walked through the brick hallway and out of the building. Kayla held in her laughter and opened the door with a smug look on her face. Naija had her head in her hands. Did Kayla maybe go too far? Definitely not.
“Ice Spice! Hey! What’s going on, famous rapper Ice Spice?” Kayla hunched over in laughter.
“You,” she accused, glaring at Kayla. “It was you.”
“Oh don’t let me ruin your parade, girl! You can still have fun tonight!" Kayla crossed her arms. "Alone.”
Naija stood up without breaking eye contact. It would have been more menacing if she wasn’t much shorter than Kayla was. She simply breathed in and out before speaking.
“Listen… I hope you realize what you’ve started tonight.”
“What I sta- man are you serious right now?”
“Deadass,” Naija stated simply and coldly. “When you fuck with my man, that’s a problem.”
“...maybe don’t be an annoying rich chick next time…” Kayla mumbled.
“Y’know when I said I still vibe with you? Fuck that,” Naija snapped and crossed her arms. “Ima make shit sooooooo much worse for you. You think you got it hard right now? Just wait.” She slammed the door and the conversation was presumed over.
Kayla wasn’t really laughing anymore. On one hand, it felt good to fuck with this piece of shit. On the other hand, she was worried that Naija was going to stay true to her word. Kayla’s life was not that great. If it got much worse, she’d be at rock bottom.
…
Another dumb long day of dumb classes finally ended. Kayla put keys in the door to open it and when she did her nose crinkled up.
Her apartment smelled foul.
It was bad. Festering smells of garbage juice and rotting cheese were all Kayla could smell. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she picked up on the ripe smell of literal manure. Her apartment smelled like a fucking barn and the AC kept blowing the smell around, wafting it everywhere Kayla could have hidden.
Kayla’s first instinct was the trash. She checked the can, mostly shocked to discover it was nearly empty, save for a few paper towels. Maybe something in her fridge? No, not that either as she cleared it out just a few days ago.
Motherfucker… It's her.
Kayla felt insanely dumb for a minute and slowly fell to the carpeted floor of her apartment. Of course, it was Naija. She had set off a stink bomb or one of those prank cans. Kayla felt herself getting nauseous from the permeating smell and quickly stood up to open all the windows she could. She turned on her air filter for the first time in months.
I’m going to kill this bitch… How did she even get in?
“NAIJA OPEN THIS-” she stopped herself, remembering that she did have other neighbors. She politely knocked on the door.
Naija opened the door looking more put together than she usually did. She had straightened her long hair and wore a black crop top with the words “princess” on it. Her jean shorts barely passed her waist, being held up by a black belt.
“Hey girl,” she started. “Can’t get enough of me, huh.” Naija motioned for Kayla to come inside of her apartment. Kayla felt her face getting red but put it aside, remembering the reason for her visit.
“Stop. You’re trying to distract me and it won’t work, bitch!”
Naija put her hands in the air. “Woah, chill out… what’s up?”
Oh, she’s got some fucking nerve!
“You know what’s up! My apartment fucking stinks! What did you do? Some pesticides? A fucking prank can?”
“Hmmmm,” she hummed, looking as if she was holding back laughter. “I have no clue what you’re talking about Kayla.”
“YOU FUCKIN-”
“Yeah this has been great but I’ve got a shoot to go to…” She outlined her curves with her hands and turned around, giving Kayla a perfect view of her ass. It looked especially perky in these shorts. Kayla was mesmerized for just a second at the side of her wide cheeks. Naija looked back, jiggling them for a moment.
“Got your eyes on something, huh?”
“Fuck you,” Kayla backed up and went into her apartment.
On the bright side, her apartment did smell reasonably better. It still smelled bad, but it was much worse before then. She had to figure out how to get Naija back, but that was going to have to be another time. She had to focus on some calculus, which was a crime against humanity by itself.
…
The next day arrived. Kayla woke up, went to class, and came back. She was hoping for a clean-smelling apartment, but maybe that was just too much.
Somehow, her apartment smelled worse.
It had a different aroma this time. Sulfurous fumes filled her nostrils with the combination of something beefy. Her living room smelled almost earthy but still carried the deadly combo of cabbage and cheese. It was much thicker and muggier in her apartment than it was yesterday and Kayla couldn’t escape it even if she tried.
This bitch… I’ll fucking kill her this time.
With her fists balled up, Kayla stepped out into the hallway and up to Naija’s door. She stopped, noticing a note under her potted succulent. Marked for her, of course.
Dear Kayla,
I’m not home at the moment. Unlike some in the apartment building, I have a life. A damn good one at that. Filled with men, money, parties, and basically everything you want and don’t have.
As for the smell that fills your apartment, I have nothing to do with that. Maybe you should consider an air filter. Or take out your trash more often. 😘
And you don’t have to bang on my door or yell at me to get my attention. Flowers work just as well.
See you soon,
-thee ICE SPICE
Kayla was angrier now than she was before. How dare she!? Why do people act like they’re going to murder you at one moment and then kiss you the next? What was going on with her? And why does her apartment still smell like ass?
An idea hit Kayla like a brick.
Cameras… that’s it.
If she put up some hidden cameras, she’d find out exactly what’s going on. Staying home and catching her wasn’t a possibility considering she had multiple exams tomorrow, but this would be the next best thing. She zoomed over to Walmart, bought some, and zoomed back. She set them up in her kitchen, living room, and bedroom. Whatever Naija was doing to her apartment, she was gonna get caught.
…
The next day arrived. Rinse wash repeat. Naturally, her place smelled like pure ass. what else was new? It smelled similar to yesterday, some areas meaty, but overwhelmed by the smell of rotting dairy. The cameras worked surprisingly well. The quality was clean, audio was pretty good, all in all, not bad for $20. She sped up to find some movement. Finally, the one and only Ice Spice managed to sneak in.
How is she doing that? Do I have to change my lock? Jesus.
She had on a white tank top and a similar pair of jean shorts. Her orange hair nearly went down to her waist as it was now straightened out. Her silver chain said “princess” across it. She looked around and breathed out.
“Smells nice in here doesn’t it…” she giggled behind her hand. Kayla didn’t spot any cans or containers or anything of that nature. She was confused.
At least she was until Najia slid over to her couch and picked up a pillow. She brought it to her nose and smelled it. Seconds later, it went lower, as she pushed the poor cushion into her wide ass.
What the fuck is she-
Of course.
Why didn’t she even consider this?
PPLLAAAAAAAAAMMMPPP-BBBBRRRROOOOMMMMMMAAAAMMMLLLllllrrrr…
Naija’s gas exploded into her poor pillow starting with a buzz before it hit another gear. She watched and listened as the fart grew louder and bubblier as it went on. Once it ended, Naija brought the pillow to her face and took a whiff before quickly setting it back down.
“Jesus, that’s bad,” she laughed. She sat on the floor and pulled out her phone before gently leaning to the side.
pppllllllllllblblblblblblbrllrlrlrbllbbrlraaaaaaAAAARRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPP!
This release was gulpy and slow until it morphed into a roar of gas. Kayla watched wide-eyed as it kept going and became deeply aware of the horrific smell around her. Finally, her gas stopped and she started talking on the phone with somebody.
“Yeah girl, just busy poisoning this stupid bitch’s place… Yeah her dumbass is gonna smell everything.”
Kayla paused the video and caught her breath.
Naija was the reason her apartment smelled like death incarnate. It smelled so bad and lasted so long she hadn’t even considered that the stench was coming from a human being. Was this why she had been so flirty recently? To cover up that it was her? Was this why she wrote those hearts on that note she had left? She couldn’t believe it. A human being created the “scent” of her apartment and it was no other than one of the hottest rappers out at the moment. How could such a pretty face make such a ferocious stink? Kayla resumed the video.
Naija walked around the living room of the apartment, gently sashaying around the room. She slapped her large bottom and giggled, still holding the phone to her ear.
“She just thinks that I’m somebody she can fuck with… her name Kayla, girl.”
Bbbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmbbbbbbbbbbbbblllrrrrrrrrrrrr…
Another ripper sounded off behind her, but the quality masked just how moist the fart was. Kayla’s mouth slowly opened as it kept going on. She kept talking on the phone.
“She’s hot, yeah, but… Nah, mentally she seems like a mess,” she laughed and her fart finally tapered off after an impressive 12 seconds. How could she push out such lengthy farts?
Ice Spice thinks I’m hot?
Naija then placed one of her platform slides on the table, aiming her ass right at the camera. It’s like she was showing off how glorious her mounds of flesh looked in those shorts. No wonder she was so popular.
BLLRRRRMMMPP-OOUUAAARRRRMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBB!
Kayla heard all of this one, as it displayed its power and strength. Her ass pulsed with a horn of flatulence before lowering its tone into an echoing blast. She fanned her ass, gently shaking it.
Kayla had to pause the video again.
This was almost too much. Kayla’s heart sped up as if she was scared of the farts she was ripping. She almost questioned the legitimacy of what she was hearing. But the smell confirmed that everything was indeed real. She unpaused it.
“Yeah, I'll talk to you later, girl,” she said before tossing her phone onto Kayla’s couch. She laid down on said couch belly first and began to scroll through some social media. Kayla watched both angles, enjoying the sight of her beautiful face and curvaceous body.
This dumb bitch laid down on my couch?
Only then did she grimace and frown. Something really must have been fucking with her. She gently bit down on her lip and raised her monumental ass in the air.
blbllblblbllllrmmrmrmrmmrmrRRRMMMMMMMMLLLLLPPPPPPLPLPLLAAAAPPPTTT!
A boisterous, clapping bout of gas ripped through Naija’s pair of shorts like a tornado. Kayla looked at the discomfort that changed into pure, unadulterated relief. Another angle showed her massive ass shaking with the pressure of such a fart. Kayla watched as she ripped a multitude of farts on her couch over the next 20 minutes, varying in sound and length. Each one added to the horrid aura. Eventually, she got up and stretched her hands over her head.
“This is boring… and it’s like a fucking barn in here. But I can still leave her a present.” She giggled and picked up Kayla’s morning coffee mug from the kitchen counter. Naija inspected it before licking around the edges
Why… WHAT THE FUCK? Kayla watched as her mug was brought down right into Naija’s ass.
OOOOOOUUUUoooffffffffffffrrrrmmmm-bbbbbbbbbrrrtttttllllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrr…
The muffled sound of steaming flatulence filled Kayla’s favorite coffee cup. It winded up and down, singing a colorful tune but leaving a revolting smell. She glanced at her mug, knowing today was the last day she'd ever be able to drink out of it. And why did she lick it first? Knowing Kayla was drinking out of it?
Ice Spice sighed as she finished filling up the mug. She closed her eyes and smiled as she exhaled. Was she enjoying her putrid smell? She opened her eyes and looked straight into the camera.
OH SHIT!
Naija stared right at it for a few moments. If she was scared, she did a good job of hiding it. Instead, she waved and gave a brilliant smile. She blew a kiss and walked out, closing the door.
Well, shit.
Ice Spice knew she had cameras.
She knew she recorded everything that happened in her absence.
And she also knew Kayla was home and probably watching said recordings.
Which also meant-
“Kayla? Open up, girl!”
Shit. Kayla was frozen as she willed her legs to work. Finally, she made it to the door. It would’ve been easier to curl up in a ball and die, but that doesn’t help the problem. Fuck.
Ice Spice looked as elegant as ever. She looked ready for a performance with the outfit she was wearing, the same as the recordings. Her shorts looked even tighter. Was she a bit bloated?
“I saw you set up some cameras…” Naija trailed off, waving her hair behind her ears. She walked inside and Kayla stepped back.
“I did.”
“...Did you watch the recordings?”
“... I did.”
“So the secret’s out, huh,” Naija replied, taking a step closer to Kayla. Everything felt warmer. Naija sighed. “Do you know what I had to eat to be able to fuck up your space like that?”
Kayla was getting angrier. “W-what?” she stuttered.
“Haha, just playing. My stomach’s been fucked up my entire life. I gotta live with that smell every day. At least I did, until I decided to use your nasty ass apartment as my ‘dumping ground’...” She took another step closer.
“Worst part is… It didn’t do shit for my stomach. Feel just as bloated, to be honest.”
On more step.
Her belly audibly complained.
“Think I feel some now, actually.”
FFFHHHHUURRR-PPPLPLPLPLLLAAAAAAMMMMPPPPPTTTT!
A disgustingly wet fart steamed out of Naija’s backside. It thudded out of her at the start. She almost looked embarrassed by its wet sound, but quickly shook it off and fanned her ass while smirking. She refused to break eye contact with Kayla, licking her lips just as the smell of fetid beans reached her.
Ice Spice had the nerve to continue to stink up her apartment. She thought Kayla wasn’t going to do anything about it, but Naija was going to be mistaken.
“Fart in my fucking place again and see what happens!” Kayla retaliated. Naija looked at Kayla like she wasn’t shit. Like she wasn’t going to do shit. She glanced down at Kayla’s balled fists and turned around, pointing her supple ass at Kayla, and began grunting. If her ass wasn’t the weapon fumigating her apartment, Kayla would’ve wanted to stuff her face inside every inch of Naija’s ass.
“F-fuck, it wont come out!”
Naija rubbed her groaning belly, determined to bring herself some form of relief. Kayla’s eyes opened in horror as Naija’s other hand gripped her right ass cheek and pulled, making room to let the beast out.
fffffssss-ppphhhHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSS-BBBLBLBLBLLBLBBBRRRRRRMMRMRMRMMM!
Because there was just so much gas, it just puffed out at first, morphing into a solid gas flow. Once the floodgates had been broken, Naija groaned and pushed and gave the repulsive fart a wet and moist texture, almost gurgling out of her ass at the end. Naija turned around and waved her hand around with an annoyed look on her face.
“Ooooh that felt hot coming out… How's that smell, girl? Fucking stinks, I know.”
Kayla was starting to feel somewhat confused.
She was mad that this girl rudely farted in front of her, using her gassy bottom as a way to call her a bitch. But on the other hand…
Ice spice was very attractive.
This close, she could make out just a few freckles under her right eye. Her diagonal eyebrows were so nice. She bit on one of her plump lips.
Maybe if… If Kayla could just… just one time wouldn’t hurt, right?
“Felt so f… what are you-”
Kayla closed the distance. Naija’s lips tasted like… Sugar? Frosting? It was a stark contrast to what was currently affecting her nostrils. To Kayla’s surprise, Naija started kissing her back, wrapping two of her fingers around two of Kayla’s box braids.
“You are such a fucking loser,” Naija purred, backing off gently. “My fucking farts? Really? That’s what’s got you worked up?” She laughed and bit her lip.
“Fuck you,” Kayla blushed. “Shut up. You’re a fucking pig.”
Naija walked deeper into her living room and looked out the window into a scenic view of the parking lot. Kayla walked over, but tripped on a glass, landing her face-
“Shit!”
Right into Naija’s full, womanly ass. It felt even better than it looked, reminding Kayla of a big, fluffy pillow. Each cheek was perfectly rounded and had the perfect ratio of muscle to fat. Kayla was in heaven… At least that was until the stench hit her, reminding her of the farts she had just ripped just a few minutes ago.
“Girl, you gonna take your head out my ass orrrrrr…”
The stench was unbelievably horrific. It reeked of her previous rank farts but also carried a smell of funk. She sniffed again, now picking up on some sort of sweat. She pulled her face out and stumbled backward on her ass.
“Kayla, don’t tell me you like smelling my ass?” she laughed.
Kayla fumbled her words, trying to focus while Naija slapped her wobbling ass. That stupid laugh echoed in her head. The humid air wasn’t quite as warm as touching Ice Spice’s famous ass.
“Shut up, bitch! You’re disgusting! No real woman would do something like this!”
“No real woman, huh?” Naija turned around with a blank face. What went on inside the head of a famous rapper? Kayla didn’t know what to say. She closed her eyes, trying to find the right words.
“I just can’t believe this smell came from somebody like you-” She opened her eyes only to be met with Naija’s wide ass once again.
PLLLAAAAAAAAAUUURRRRRr-BLLBLBLBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTT!
Naija’s gas exploded out of her, bombastic in its consistent tone before it descended into a symphony of sound. Its shocking sound was amplified up close, as was the density of the bubbles being ripped in her face. Naija had thick, awful farts and Kayla was smelling all of it right now.
“Shut up,” Naija ordered. “Don’t say shit to me.” Kayla closed her mouth, carefully eying the sweet ass in front of her.
“Maybe my neighbor is into smelly farts… hmmm.” She giggled.
Kayla tried to hold her breath but there was no point. The air was warm and being near the other girl's ass was making her warmer. And the assertion that Kayla was into this? Disgusting.
“I'M NOT INTO YOUR GROSS-”
“Shut up! And now I find out my sweet, innocent neighbor is into my fat, disgusting ass too? Especially the way it fucking stinks. Well, there’s only one thing I can do now, huh…”
Kayla didn’t have a moment to think before Naija’s immense, hefty ass was in her face, just as warm as it was before. She breathed in the sweet, sweet disgusting smell of Naija’s ass, frozen with fear.
“Now, I wonder what happens when I-”
PPPPPLPLPLPLPLLLLBLLBLBLBLLBLBBLLBLBLLTTTTTTtttttrrrrrrrrrr…
Uncontrollable and incredibly bassy, Naija spewed her gas right into Kayla’s face. Kayla, who was flabbergasted, tried to avoid the unavoidable. By trying to close her nostrils, they only opened wider. Naija laughed, seeing the results of her “experiment.”
“You’re a fucking loser, girl, I mean, jesus…”
She’s fucking insane!
“Gonna fight back if I do… This?” Naija reached back, pulling Kayla’s head out of her ass with her braids. Small puffs of fetid gas left Naija’s ass before she guided it back into her buttcrack. Kayla let out a kinda-scream but it was muffled by Ice Spice’s huge ass.
“Oh wow, you’re super down bad, aren’t you?” Naija slapped her ass, causing it to shake around Kayla’s cute face.
BLBLLBWWWMMMMRRRRR-mmrrrrrrrrrrRRRRPRPLPLPLPAAAAAAAAAMMMPPPP
Naija ripped her worst fart yet, a roaring release that distorted its tone from the movement of her huge, clapping ass. Kayla felt her chest rise and fall and tried to escape only to get closer to the source of the smell. As bad as it was, as thick and nuclear the gas was, Naija’s ass felt so nice. If only it didn’t smell so bad.
But why wasn’t she fighting back? Why was it so hard to stand up for herself?
“Oooooh, I think this is a nice position for both of us… You under me, the way it always should’ve been.”
Kayla was too wrapped up in the size and feel of Naija’s ass to listen to her. Her immense ass cheeks covered her face and the pressure on her was more than perfect. The stink was unimaginable, reeking of farts and funk, but Kayla had to wonder… is this what she wanted? Would she be into this if she stopped farting all over her?
FLFLLFLPPPPPPBBLBLBBLBLLBBLLBBBBBBBBRRRRRTTT!
Boisterous flatulence pounded Kayla’s face, engulfing her in a circle of warm stink. Rumbling her face, Kayla felt her eyes tear up and felt more goosebumps cover her skin. Naija sat on the ground so her calves were touching the ground, making sure Kayla’s pretty face was surrounded.
“Imagine letting the princess of rap fucking stink up your apartment with her putrid farts-”
BBbbbbbrrrmmmp-ffffffffffffffssssssssspppphhhh…
“-And then letting her fucking sit on you,” Naija taunted, rubbing her ass all over Kayla. She had to do something. Anything. The two farts that steamed out of her only made things worse.
“Have anything to say for yourself?” Naija lifted her colossal bottom, giving her a chance to say something. Kayla breathed in and out, already thankful the warm heat it provided was gone, if only for a moment.
What should she say?
What could she even say?
“F-fuck you,” she choked out. Naija simply smiled and slammed her mammoth ass back onto the taller woman. It was getting sweatier and Kayla was starting to feel the effects of Naija’s thick gas for too long. Naija let Kayla’s head marinate in her ass like a hot dog in a bun for a few minutes, ripping curt, fluttering farts every 30 seconds. It smelled putrid, as the warmth only worsened the stink. After a moment, Naija relaxed and leaned forward, releasing the tight connection of her ass and Kayla’s face.
“How’s the air down there?” She laughed, flexing her bum. Her ass control was more than impressive. Kayla didn’t say anything, fearing she’d only make things worse for herself.
“What, can’t speak for yourself?”
“I… I just-” Naija spun around, quickly straddling Kayla’s torso. Kayla looked up at her boobs and face, as Naija’s chain flashed the word “PRINCESS” at her. What a sight.
“Well, I’m right here… do something, bitch.”
Kayla felt something leak. Her nipples were getting hard.
Fuck! God, what’s wrong with me?
Now Kayla was blushing, embarrassed that she had done that to her. Kayla felt the rumble of gas through her shirt, hoping the rapper's discomfort wouldn’t lead to more destruction. She felt a pressure in her chest and abdomen and grabbed the princess of rap by her chain, and brought her into a messy, lustful kiss. Naija hummed during the kiss and pulled her plentiful buttcheeks apart as Kayla was blissfully unaware of what was going to happen.
pppppss-ffffHHHHHHHH-bbbbbbllffffsssssSSSSSPPPPPHHHHHHhhhhhhhh…
Naija’s toxic ass released a pure, unfiltered air stream. Her anus opened wide, closing and puckering trying to release the contents of her sore bowels. Kayla tried ending the kiss when the smell wafted over them just after the first burst of gas. Naija was unapologetic and kept going for a moment after Kayla started pushing her away.
“What the matter?” she coaxed, fake frowning. “Don’t like me when I fart?”
“You’re sick! Why do you have to ruin anything sexy that happens between us?”
Naija simply “hmphed”, spinning back around, and placing her bottom inches away from Kayla’s face. It was still sizzling from her silent fart.
“Maybe you’ll find THIS sexy.”
Kayla closed her eyes and felt a warm, noxious pillow all over her face. This pillow, naturally, was her fat ass, now accompanied with a bit of dampness. Kayla wondered if it was just sweat, fart residue, or… she didn’t want to even consider that. This would be a dream scenario for Kayla if it didn’t smell so bad and feel so wet.
Naija started rubbing her ass up and down, left and right, spreading leftover fumes everywhere. Kayla groaned and tried lifting her head, but there was no point. Ice spice had some heft to her.
“Damn, your face feels nice as hell girl… I’m enjoying this a lot more than I thought I would.”
What?
“And ripping all these fat fucking farts in front of somebody… mmmmm, feels good Kayla.”
OOOUUUMMMPPHHHRRTT
This was less of a fart and more of an explosion of gas. It all clapped out of her in one bubble, squeezing its way through her fat ass. The sound was disgusting, albeit intriguing. How does anybody rip a fart like that? Tasted horrible, though.
“Eugh!”
“I’ve got another present for you, girl!” Kayla’s eyes widened as Naija pulled down on her shorts… only they didn’t move. She pulled again and they finally snapped down, revealing the shiny sight of Naija’s famous, jiggling bare ass cheeks. Kayla didn’t know what to say or do. Even though this ass was the reason she only breathed in contaminated air, it was still unbelievably perfect.
“Don’t think you realize how few people have seen this ass up close like this, girl. Consider yourself lucky.” Was she serious?
“Ooooohh, this fucking me up,”
Naija’s beautiful ass was interrupted by her pulsing, flexing anus. As almost perfect as the image was, it was equally distressing because it meant she was pushing something out. Something bad.
sssssssssssssssrrrfffffffffff-fffffffffhhhhhsssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhh…
Naija’s ass blew a gust of wind right into Kayla’s face. Her hissing fumes managed to seep into all the cracks of her face but mainly went straight into her nose. Kayla kept coughing and coughing and was silenced by the pressure of the rapper's body weight.
“Stop… fucking… coughing!”
bbbrrrrrrrrooooooooooommmmmppptttttt-rrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh…
Just as her anus stopped flexing against her face and opened to release more gas, she moved it right into Kayla’s mouth. It filled her cheeks before tapering off with a humid ending. Kayla was in hell. She wasn’t just smelling Ice Spice’s ass, she was tasting every bit of her fetid farts. Her eyes rolled back when another wet fart flew into her mouth, this one even stronger. The taste of horrid gas painted her tongue. Finally, Naija lifted her ass to reveal another sight.
One Kayla wasn’t convinced she would ever see.
“OOooohhh, fuck,” Naija cooed flapping her hand over her glistening sex.
Why… why is it so wet? Is she…
Kayla watched as Naija put on a show for her, gently slapping her pussy and rubbing when needed. Kayla noticed the way it looked in the light, shining with whatever girl juice was coming out of her. It had the perfect number of folds and perfect lip thickness. A bit of dark hair covered it.
Oh my god, she's getting off on farting on me! I can't fucking breathe or think and it's making her horny?
All these revelations accompanied by the mere sight of Ice Spice’s wet, dripping pussy was beginning to be too much. Naija moaned while Kayla's eyes felt much heavier than they did a moment ago. She felt more nauseous than ever while her vision became very dark… and darker…
…
“Uuuuugggghh,” Kayla groaned as she woke up. Was she in her bed? It felt super soft.
“Kayla?... Kaaaayyyylaaaa…” Naija’s soft words got louder as she slowly came to her senses.
“Wut.. what the fuck? Where am I?”
“...Your apartment?” Naija responded. Kayla was lying on her thick, pillowy thighs and getting her braids stroked. It felt really nice? Way nicer than the experience she had just gone through. She tried using her words, confused as to what happened.
“Why are you?... Why were you-”
“Cause I feel bad,” Naija said, now annoyed. She stopped stroking her braids. “I mean, you passed out. I don’t know why… but I have a decent idea.” Kayla blushed at this.
“I mean my farts are horrible, but you were doing okay… but the mere sight of my pussy?” She smirked devilishly and patted Kayla’s forehead. “It’s okay. Here…” She grabbed Kayla’s head, gently facing it towards her body and naked privates.
Fuck… she’s not wearing pants. Fuck, it looks even better now!
BLBLBLBLLLRRRRRPPPP!
A short, rude fart bellowed out of the rapper, shooting right up to Kayla. Kayla focused on the sound of the wet fart mixed with the image of her glazing sex. She jumped up to the other side of the couch, trying to escape the gassy outburst. But it didn’t matter anyway. Naija’s gas was fast and effective, corrupting everything it touched. Naija scooted away to the end of her couch and leaned back into it, facing her. Kayla blushed when Naija placed her bare feet in Kayla’s lap.
“You’re really cute, Kayla… anybody ever tell you that?”
Kayla tried her best to ignore this. “Stop… whatever you’re trying to do, it won’t work.”
Naija simply smiled at her, a smile so many people wished they could see. Only they didn’t know how bad her farts were, and how disgusting her ass was. Even then…
No, you dumb bitch! She’s disgusting.
Maybe now it was time to make the best of a bad situation. It stunk and she had been farted on repeatedly. But, there was a very attractive woman with her feet on Kayla’s lap. Maybe if she could reignite the nice moments they had earlier.
“Naija-”
“Wait, wait… ugh, my gut still going,” Naija cautioned, gripping the sides of her couch and grunting a few times. Kayla raised her hand in defense, but it was too late.
PPPHHHHHHUUUUuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmm…
Naija assaulted her couch with more obnoxious flatulence, to the point that Kayla felt the rumbles as if she was being farted on. Her eyes shifted between her thighs and her pained expression. She let out a sigh when it cut off and fanned the air.
“Sorry, I tried to hold that in. For real, this time… Think you’ve learned your lesson, hmm?”
The familiar smell of rancid garbage wafted over just her words punctuated. Kayla was more than ready to kick this bitch out of here after she continued to fart everywhere. She pushed Naija’s feet off her lap and stood up.
“Time to go! GET! OUT!”
“Ugh, chill TF out… I’m leaving, I’m leaving…” She did stand up to slip back into her slides and grabbed her phone. She picked up her shorts, making a show of getting them past her protruding ass cheeks.
“Oh, and check your contacts, yeah? Think you’ll see something you’ll like.” Naija grabbed Kayla’s left ass cheek and squeezed before walking out and closing the door. She winked before the door creaked shut.
Fuck…
Kayla sighed and opened her phone’s contact list. Sure enough, there was something there. ICE SPICE in all caps with a kissy face right next to it. Kayla flopped back into her couch and held her head in her hands.
What should she do?
A sensible person would move on with their life and avoid their crazy neighbor. But Kayla couldn’t get that mental image out of her head. The pussy so many wished they could see… and the farts and smells that accompanied it. She closed her thighs tight and bit her lips, basking in the odor of Ice Spice’s leftover gas and musk. Her hand was inches away from her crotch. She couldn't… she wouldn’t…
God, what’s wrong with me?