The Contract
by S-Lore

PART 1

I bit my lip purposely avoiding my mother's triumphant gaze. She smiled back evilly as I clutched the pen she had handed me. "Come on honey...you don't have a choice." She stifled a giggle as I gulped loudly.

"Shouldn't have gone out without my permission." She purred pushing the paper closer. My eyes flickered over the text for the twentieth time causing me to shudder.

1.) I will wake up at 5:00 a.m. every morning for the rest of the summer. When I wake I'll make mom a large plate of eggs and milk. Then I will lay my head on her favorite chair FACE UP and await her to sit on my face while she watches the news. I will not complain or fight against her wishes, gags and bonds may be received if I resist. Any farts will be thoroughly sniffed and I will be completely ignored by mom.

A cold sweat streaked down my face. "She knows I hate her gas! This is cruel!" The few times I had smelled it caused me to leave the room gagging...This is going to be hell.

2.) After morning service I am allowed a two minute shower and have to clean entire house until mom comes home for her lunch break. Lunch will consist of broccoli and cheese soup with a bowl of chili. Depending on how morning service went, afternoon service will go one of two ways.

-If morning service pleased mom then I will make her lunch and lay under her chair facing up. My hands will be bound immediately, resistance for following activity will be expected. My mouth will be gagged. I will be treated to an afternoon of foot-sniffing and be forced to smell in between her toes and other unpleasant parts of her feet.

-If morning service did not please mom then I will make her lunch and sit with my face on the seat of her chair facing up. My hands will be bound immediately, resistance for following activity will be expected. I will be gagged and will await my mother to return home and sit on my face. I will sniff deeply and be treated to an afternoon of her chili and broccoli gas.

My hand shook as the thoughts of any of those activities being performed on me...sent waves of disgust into my stomach. "Sign it sweetie...sign it and get ready for tomorrow." She leaned forward blinking her green eyes mischievously.

3.) After afternoon service (If morning went particularly bad) I will lay under chair and be bound. Without gag on I will extend my tongue and wait. My mom will place her salty dirty heel on the back of my tongue, then I will sit without moving and allow her to drag her foot heel to toe over and over until she deems her foot is clean. I will repeat this with the other foot, then I will remain bound and be allowed a thirty minute break while she goes for afternoon jog. Before leaving my mom will untie me and I will be allowed to eat only what my mom left for me.

"Oh my god..." I put my hand over my mouth. Tears formed in my eyes as I looked up at my evil mom.

"Hm, get used to it." She grinned.

4.) When my mom returns from work I will prepare her chicken teriyaki on white rice and beans with a large glass of milk. I will await her on her favorite chair with my face up. My mom will return and eat while sitting on my face. I will accept all gas blown into my nose and sniff it all without hesitation. After several hours (it's up to mom) as her seat I will then lay under the chair with her feet on my face for as long as she wants. After THOUROUGH foot sniffing I will massage her feet for another hour while sniffing them at the same time. After that I will be bound in mom's bed under the covers while she farts. She is not expected to be wearing pants during this process. Until midnight I will stay there and smell whatever happens to escape from her posterior. At twelve I will be released and I will go to foot of bed. Kneeling down I will kiss each foot again and again for an hour. Remember mom is a light sleeper and failure to do these activities will result in punishment. I will be allowed to sleep at 1:00 am...I will wake up at 5:00 am and repeat the process.

-I WILL BE GAGGED AND BOUND IF DEEMED NECESSARY -

The last note of being gagged was just the last terrible note on the parchment. I slowly put the tip of the pen on the signature bar. Then with her giggling the whole way I slowly signed. I finished then closed my eyes with terror as she grabbed my arm.

"Now go to bed and get ready for tomorrow." My mom tickled my nose softly then walked away. I watched in fear as her large bubble butt bounced as she walked up the stairs. As she left I also noticed a long sweat line down her crack...my mom didn't like to shower.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP I tossed and turned as my alarm blared in my ears. "What the...it's summer..." I groggily woke up and shut it off. Suddenly I froze as a dark shadow loomed over my thoughts. I quietly walked down the stairs then into the kitchen. Slowly I opened the fridge then stared at the large gallon of milk and carton of eggs. "I...I can't believe I'm doing this......" A tear welled up in my eye, "For the rest of the summer..." I shook my head clearing the thoughts, 'Let's just survive today....if it's even possible."

After plating the insistently large plate of eggs and pouring the unrealistically large glass of milk I carried them into the living room. There I flipped on the tv, set it to the news, and turned to face her favorite chair.

The soft torn fabric looked worn and faded from her hours sitting on it. "Soon..." I shook, ”That'll be my face." I slowly put the plate on the small table next to it and the glass of milk next to that. I got on my knees, but then stood up again. "I can't do it!" I whispered to myself loudly as I quickly walked away and looked at the chair from a distance.

Suddenly I heard her footsteps upstairs, "She got up early! That monster!" I sprinted towards the chair hesitated once or twice but eventually forced myself to my knees. Slowly I turned around and trembling I placed my head right where she would sit, face-up of course. In a state of disbelief and disgust I said aloud, "My mom is going to sit on my face...."

I stared up at the ceiling as the footsteps grew closer. The pounds of her size thirteen feet sent a cold shock up my back as I continued staring up. I could feel her presence next to me, it was warm and seemed much larger since I was on the ground. She was taller when I stood too but now she was a giant. I saw her dirty socked foot climb over me until finally her butt hovered over my face. She didn't even acknowledge me at first. All she did was slowly pat my face with her hand as if fluffing out a cushion. I stared terrified at her ass, she was wearing her gray silk pj's that rid up her butt crack and made her sweat all night.

"Her butt's going to stink!" I turned my head regretting my decision to go along with her crazy contract...but where would I go...Slowly but fast enough for me not to react to it. My mom, for the first time, sat herself on my face. I was her chair and she was gassy.

The weight on my neck and head was already unbearable. Not even two seconds in and I was struggling beneath her. "Hey!" She turned over her shoulder the first time she had acknowledged my existence, "Remember, If resistance is shown gags and bonds may be used." She finished holding up a large roll of duct tape by one finger. She then turned back to her News and wiggled her butt in my face causing my nose to crack.

I groaned out of pain and disgust as my nose rode up her crack along with her silk Pj's. The stench was of course sweaty and unpleasant, the experience was impossible not to groan and moan at. Just when the pain couldn't get worse....

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A short bubbly eggy fart vibrated across my face and straight into my nose. I screamed under her butt as the gas invaded my scent. "That's it!' She stood up and I gasped for breath. She leaned down grabbing my face painfully with her nails. "Morning is suppose to be the easy part! then afternoon MAYBE a bit harder if you behave. But now that you're doing so poorly guess what?!" She slapped my face hard. "You get to be mommy's seat during lunch! Hope you like chili! Oh! annnd I'm wearing those work pants you LOVE, you know the one's I never wash?" With that she tightly strapped my wrists to the chair then taped my legs together and behind the chair arching my back even more painfully. She finished by taping my mouth shut making only her farts accessible. "Only an hour and twenty minutes before I have to get ready! She slapped me again then slowly lowered her butt back onto my face, "Lucky youuu." She said as she rubbed my nose into her butt sweat.

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I sat completely deadlocked in the most painful position I had ever been in as my mom farted into my nose for the next hour and twenty minutes. Finally after I had sniffed up a particular rotten fart she slowly rose her butt off of my face. She ripped off my gag then tore off my bonds. I collapsed to the ground my bones and muscles regaining feeling. I started to cough and gag violently after having to hold it back for so long.

"Man...that wasn't even bad for my morning gas." She raised an eyebrow clearly unimpressed.

I started to cry as she changed into her work outfit. I watched her come down the stairs wearing the same unwashed tight spandex/silk workpants she wore almost every day. On top of that she had the same socks she slept with on. "You get a two minute shower. Go! I'll leave when you're done. And no hot water!" She yelled angrily as I bolted up the stairs. I shivered under the water with not enough time to scrub the stench from my face. She pounded on the door loudly and I jumped out shutting it off.

I quickly changed and opened the door. "Make sure the house is spotless and your FACE is right on that chair when I get home. Oh and extra extra beans in my chili please." She smiled evilly grabbing my ear. She painfully dragged me downstairs then tossed me onto the ground. Kicking off her shoe she planted her enormous size 13 socked foot over my mouth with her toes on my nose. I cried out as her weight and strength held me down.

The disgusting cheesy scent of her toes made my head spin but she just as quickly pulled it off then left for work. I was left sprawled painfully on the ground covered in my mom's farts and foot sweat.

PART 2

Two large steamy bowls sat on the table above me. The chili and broccoli cheese soup were ominously next to another glass of milk. Scared of punishment and roughness my face was already on the chair seat. I had gone four hours since being her seat last and I knew that wasn't even close to how bad it could and will get. I couldn't stop shaking as I waited with my head on the seat of the chair.

It had been a very eventful week. It all started when I had left the lights on in the kitchen. I know it sounds dumb, but my mom is very stingy about me eating late at night. So the only way she can ever find out, since I do it almost every night, is because I keep forgetting the damn lights.

Anyway, the next morning my mom woke me up. Not a friendly motherly wake up, more like a loud shouting as she threw my door open kind of shouting. She basically threatened that if I ever ate food late at night again she'd punish me harder than she's ever punished me before.

She had never really punished me that bad. She wasn't very intimidating, sure she was kinda tall and had a powerful body, but she had never hurt me before. My first mistake was not taking her threat seriously. So while she was away on a business trip, for an overnight stay, I invited some friends over. We pigged out all night and after they left I didn't even think about the mess we left in the kitchen. Not to mention the amount of food we had consumed.

When my mom came home she had called me down stairs so calmly I didn't even think there was a problem. It was only until she slid the contract in front of me that I realized my mistake. Now, I sat on the floor. My head laying obediently on the seat.

"Chili, broccoli, and milk...all things that make her gassy...and I'm sure there will be some gas left over from breakfast..." The key to the door made a scary THUNK sound as my mom opened it. I remained in my spot motionless as I heard her heavy footsteps walk over. She stopped next to me putting her hand on her sweaty hip, "Extra beans?" She looked down at my scared face.

"Y-yes." I stuttered my fear making her smile.

"Good, hopefully you're getting better...but as you know good deeds now won't make up for this morning." She reached for the tape then pulled off a large strip.

"Mom please don't make me! I cleaned the house like crazy and gave you extra beans, and I promise I won't resist anymore-" The tape was wrapped tightly around my mouth. She put her hands on her knees then leaned down closer to my face.

"Sorry, you read the contract, your broke the rules, now...you smell my farts again." I groaned behind the tape as she re-restrained me back into the super painful position.

"Those pants! That lunch! NOOOO!" I struggled but couldn't move an inch as she swung her dirty sneakered foot over my chest, and positioned her butt perfectly parallel with my waiting nose. Despite my pleads she sat down squarely on my face.

My first experience with the second facesit of the day was the dampness of her crack. Again just another factor to make my situation worse. As I unwillingly sniffed away at her sweat I heard her utterly digging into her chili and broccoli cheese soup. I tried once more to struggle at all but nothing happened. A low growl in her stomach sounded above my head signaling the first of her gas.

"NO! PLEASE!" My eyes widened in fear, but I was going to be there until my "Afternoon session" had ended.

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The long beany fart slid into my nose as my mom kept eating. I screamed but under those infamous work pants and duct tape my cries were nearly silent. For the rest of her lunch I sat and sniffed down all of her gas while she gulped down milk.

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After a severely gag filled afternoon she finally stood up releasing me from my prison. "The contract states that if morning went particularly bad you have to lick both of my sweaty feet clean...but I don't think it went as bad as that punishment."

I sighed with relief as I waited to be released. "But...you still deserve a punishment. So you won't get your thirty minute break." My eyes twitched as she stepped over and once again sat on my face burying my nose in the lethal zone.

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After thirty more minutes of her gas I was cut from the chair and left on the ground. She left to return to work as I gagged and threw up in the toilet. I knew that she had set up many hidden cameras so I didn't go for a shower. Instead I just sat on the floor waiting for my finishing steps to come.

"Oh no...Now her feet are unavoidable." I sat worriedly. Early I got a miniscule whiff of them before work, and now I get to be restrained and have them rubbed all over my face. Tonight...I'm definitely going to puke...The thought alone made me start gagging.

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My heart beat in my chest as I stared at the chair in front of the tv. I had spent breakfast there and it was so horrendous of a thought that I couldn't do it again....Well I HAD too but it would kill me. I held back the intense feeling of wanting to vomit as I placed the enormous plate of bean and chicken teriyaki. The giant glass of milk that I placed next to it stared back at me ominously.

When I was younger my mom used to call it, fart fuel, due to how gassy it made her...and I could definitely verify that it worked. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I painfully got to my knees and placed my head on the seat. Completely humiliated I stared up at the ceiling waiting for the colossal stinky butt to be placed on my face for several fart filled hours.

I winced as I heard the door unlock and my mom walk in. Her dark curly hair bounced over her shoulders and sweaty forehead. She smiled contently as she dropped her purse and walked over to the tv. Flipping it on she playfully sat on my chest, side-saddle. "What's this?! Did my son make me dinner? How nice of him!" She giggled as I squeezed my eyes shut. "But I hope he knows this will make me REALLY gassy." She shrugged as she stood up revealing her yoga mom bubble butt. It literally stuck out half a foot from her back in its intense sweaty curvature.

She walked over to the counter picking up the tape. After completely strapping me down she applied several long strips over my mouth. She kept her shoes on, probably to keep them fresh for later, as she straddled my head. I stared up in terror as I braced for impact...stinky, stinky, impact.

"I'm so exhausted," She groaned. My scream was completely muffled when she sat on my face. "I've been holding all my gas since lunch...and these are gonna' be BAD!" She wiggled her butt on my face smearing it with sweat. She wiped sweat from her forehead as she turned her attention to her dinner, that I had obediently prepared.

"It's already making me sick..." The pure stench of her regular butt sent a shiver down my body.

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A loud fart vibrated across my face and forced its way into my nostrils. I didn't even have the liberty to thrash around as her first volley of gas blew across my face. She bounced up and down making my bruised nose send painful signals up into my head. The weight, bruises, and stench gave me an intense headache, but that didn't matter to her. I was just her seat.

I cried for a solid ten minutes as I sucked on her ass stench, my tears pretty much stopped due to complete and utter exhaustion. Her lively green eyes glowed as she just ate and ate and ate. The constant supply of Fart fuel, beans, and everything else she's eaten today, somehow just gave her the perfect concoction to just keep them coming.

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There was no one who could get me out of this nightmare...and it was the first day.

After two or three hours she finally lifted off my face. Tears remained on my cheeks as a long line of sweat stained the area of my nostrils and down to my chin. I cried out as she cut the bonds dropping me to the floor. I weakly crawled away but was dragged back towards her with her amazing strength.

"Time for foot-sniffing!" She giggled as I struggled to escape. The chair was placed on top of me as she rolled me onto my back. My hands were now strapped to the legs of the chair and my ankles to the couch behind it. She then taped two large paperweights to the side of my head preventing any neck pivoting.

Completely locked down I watched my sweaty mom sit down on the chair. "Finally...my face isn't under that ass." I shuddered but fear began to grow once more as her shoes were placed on either side of my face.

"This is going to be loads of fun!" She bent down untying both shoes. My nose wrinkled up as a terrible rotten cheesy odor exploded into the room as she slid one of her wrinkled stained socks from the shoe. The stench doubled as the second was drawn from its rancid container. I screamed as I realized both were about to be rested on my face for an hour maybe even longer.

She stared down at me evilly as she lifted both of her legs hovering her feet over my face. At least a foot away was bad enough as I stared at her socks. The balls of her feet were completely black whereas the area under each toe was a disgusting yellowish. Her heel was a mixture of black and yellow. The entire foot looked slimy and greased with sweat.

"NO ANYTHING BUT THAT!" I cried into the tape as they continued to lower over my face. My screams reached their peak as the rancid feet both found their place on my restricted face. The balls of her feet rested over the tape causing it to curl. Her toes rested directly under my nose, the worst place.

I thrashed but ended up going nowhere. "Take a deeeep sniff." She wiggled her toes causing stink to explode into my senses. I was so out of breath from screaming I had to do just that. The first sniff almost made me pass out, the second wasn't any weaker. It was then I realized it was never going to get weaker...only stinkier.

Useless as it was all I ended up doing was screaming. The tape muffled about 95% of the noise and the feet cut out the rest. Tears streamed out of my eyes from the stench encased in her socks. "I had a long sweaty day and my feet are REALLY sore. Just sniff 'em for a while then we'll talk." She groaned as she stretched then settled back in her chair.

"She's not moving anytime soon..." I cried into the duct tape as I was forced to inhale her torturous socks.

Only twenty minutes under her feet made me scream. I couldn't take it the stink from her toes was almost as unbearable as her farts. I then realized not only was my mom loving every moment of this...but she had every intention of making me hate it.

Although I couldn't take it anymore, I had reached my peak, she had much much more planned for me. With that thought in mind she stretched out her legs momentarily sparing me. But just as quickly she returned them to my face this time with her heels under my nose. I cried out as an entirely different stink welled up and marinated beneath my nostrils.

"PLEASE I BEG OF YOU SPARE ME!!!" I screamed a complete writhing mess under her work feet.

"Oh I know, they are stinky aren't they." She giggled girlishly as she fanned her feet with her hand. "Today wasn't even as bad as they can get." She grinned parting her feet to look down at my green face. "Trust me." With that she completely engulfed my entire face with her giant wrinkled socked feet.

Finally after a full hour of her rubbing and pressing my face, she lifted her feet and placed them on either side. I sniffed greedily at the air my eyes completely bloodshot. She smiled down at me then leaned back. "Alright," She grunted standing up, "I think it's time we go to bed."
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