By: Ninjamasterbenja
PART 1
" are you excited today is the day your cousin is coming to live with us" my mom says. i haven't really had the best relationship with my cousin since we don't really have anything in common so it was always akward when i talked to her.
"I guess" i say as my mom continues to cook dinner, around 5 minuttes later the dorbell rings and i go to open it, i see my cousin emily standing there with her suitcase and i let her inside. my mom hugs her and says "hey emily" emily says "hey auntie" and then looks at me "hey ben" i say "hey" and she rolls her eyes and walks past me.
Later that night i go upstairs to my room and i pull out my laptop, i look around to make sure no one is watching before i open up pornhub and search "fart porn" i find a video and start watching it. i dont hear emily walk up the stairs and she opens my door without knocking "hey ben i was wondering if-" she stops mid sentence when she sees whats on my screen, her face turns red and she says "what the fuck is wrong with you!" she slams the door and runs downstairs.
i quickly close my laptop and sit there in silence, my heart pounding in my chest. i hear her talking to my mom downstairs but cant make out what theyre saying. a few minutes later my mom calls me downstairs "ben can you come down here please" i walk downstairs slowly dreading whats about to happen. my mom is sitting on the couch with a concerned look on her face and emily is standing next to her with her arms crossed looking disgusted.
"emily told me what she saw... is this true ben?" my mom asks. i look down at the ground ashamed "yes..." i say quietly. my mom sighs "we need to talk about this" she says. emily smirks and says "yeah we do freak" my mom shoots her a look "emily thats enough" she says. emily rolls her eyes but stays quiet.
my mom stands up and walks over to me "ben this is... unusual but its nothing to be ashamed of" she says trying to be understanding. emily scoffs "unusual? hes a pervert!" my mom turns to her "emily i said thats enough! if youre going to stay here you need to be respectful" emily huffs and storms off upstairs.
my mom turns back to me "ben i want you to know that youre not weird or wrong for having these feelings, but we do need to discuss boundaries" she says. i nod still too embarrassed to speak. she continues "just... please keep it private okay?" i nod again "okay mom" i say.
later that night im lying in bed trying to sleep when i hear my door creak open. i sit up and see emily standing in the doorway "what do you want?" i ask annoyed. she walks in and closes the door behind her "i just wanted to say... im sorry for how i acted earlier" she says. i raise an eyebrow surprised "really?" i ask. she nods "yeah i was being a bitch... i didnt mean to out you like that" she says.i sigh "its fine... i guess" i say. she sits on the edge of my bed "so... you really like that stuff huh?" she asks. i feel my face get hot "i dont wanna talk about it" i mutter. she chuckles "come on ben, we're family. you can tell me" she says. i hesitate but finally give in "yeah... i do" i admit.
over the next few days emily starts acting different around me. shes not as mean and actually seems interested in talking to me. one night she comes into my room again "hey ben... i was thinking" she says. i look up from my laptop "about what?" i ask. she sits down next to me "i wanna try something with you... if youre okay with it" she says. i raise an eyebrow "what do you mean?" i ask.
she takes a deep breath "i know what you like... and i wanna try farting for you" she says. my heart skips a beat "are you serious?" i ask. she nods "yeah... i mean if you want to" she says. i cant believe what im hearing "uh... yeah i want to" i say nervously. she smiles "okay... lay down" she says.
i lay back on my bed and she climbs on top of me, sitting on my chest. i can feel my heart pounding as she looks down at me "you ready?" she asks. i nod unable to speak. she lifts herself up slightly and lets out a loud fart right in my face. the smell hits me immediately and i cant help but moan. emily giggles "you like that?" she asks. i nod eagerly "yeah... do it again" i say.
PPPFHHTTTTTT!
The sound erupted like a deflating balloon against my bare chest. Emily's cheeks quivered as she pressed them down harder, ensuring every last vibration transferred directly through my sternum. A warm, musky odor flooded my nostrils - part spoiled eggs, part overripe bananas left in a gym locker. My cock strained against my jeans as she giggled, wiggling her hips to disperse the gas more thoroughly.
"Jesus Christ," I gasped, "what did you eat?"
She smirked, lifting slightly to let another rip. "Three bean chili for lunch," she purred, grinding against me as the sulfurous cloud enveloped us. "And extra cheese."
I was drowning in her stink, every exhale forcing me to inhale deeper. My hands found her thighs, squeezing as another wet sputter escaped her shorts. The denim fabric muffled nothing - if anything, it amplified the humid warmth spreading across my face.
Emily leaned back, propping herself up on my chest with both hands, grinning down at me. "You're really into this, huh?" Her voice was teasing, but there was curiosity there too. She shifted her weight, letting gravity press her ass harder against me as she deliberately clenched. A slow, bubbling hiss escaped, the heat palpable even through fabric.
I groaned, hips bucking involuntarily. "Fuck—"
"Language," she mock-scolded, but her grin widened. She lifted one cheek, letting air whistle out in a controlled stream before slamming back down. The impact forced a choked gasp from me, lungs filling with her.
Somewhere downstairs, a door creaked. Footsteps.
Emily froze mid-grind, eyes widening. We both held our breath as Mom's voice called up, "Everything okay up there?"
Emily's response was impressively steady. "Just showing Ben—uh—some yoga poses!" A beat. Then, with perfect comedic timing, her stomach gurgled ominously.
The footsteps paused. "...Right."
The moment Mom's bedroom door clicked shut, Emily collapsed into silent laughter against me, her body shaking with suppressed giggles. "Oh my God," she wheezed, "your face—"
I barely had time to process before she rolled off me, fingers hooking into the waistband of her leggings. With one fluid motion, she peeled them down to her ankles, kicking them aside to reveal bare skin still imprinted with the fabric's seams. The overhead light caught the faint sheen of sweat between her cheeks as she crawled back over me, her breath hot against my ear.
"Lick," she commanded, pressing her ass against my face.
The first taste was salt and heat—human musk with an undercurrent of something darker. My tongue traced the pucker before she rewarded me with a wet, vibrating fart directly against my lips. The flavor exploded—bitter and fermented, like overripe durian mixed with spoiled dairy. I moaned involuntarily, hands gripping her hips as she ground against my mouth.
"Eager little perv," she taunted, arching to give me better access. Another fart, this one hotter, wetter—I felt the humid puff of air against my tongue before the taste registered. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans as she reached back to spread herself wider. "Clean me up."
The next hour blurred into sensation: the rhythmic clenching of her hole, the alternating drawn-out notes of her gas, the way her thighs trembled when I sucked particularly deep. By the time she rolled off, sweaty and satisfied, my jaw ached and my face was slick with her sweat and my saliva.
Emily stretched like a cat, glancing at the damp spot on my jeans. "Guess we'll need to do laundry tomorrow," she smirked, before tossing me a tissue from my nightstand. "Don't worry, cuz. I'll make sure you get the full experience—after pancakes tommorow."
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me staring at the ceiling, my tongue still tasting iron and fermented chili. Somewhere downstairs, the fridge hummed. The house settled.
And for the first time since she arrived, I found myself actually looking forward to breakfast.
PART 2
The smell of burning pancakes woke me. I stumbled downstairs to find Emily at the stove, her pajama shorts riding up as she dramatically flipped a charred disc of batter. Three empty egg cartons sat on the counter.
"Morning, fartboy," she said without turning around, deliberately pressing her ass against the oven door. A muffled prrt sound escaped her shorts.
Mom's coffee cup froze halfway to her lips. "Emily Grace, what did I say about—"
"Relax, Aunt Lisa," Emily chirped, sliding the carbonized pancake onto my plate. "Just adjusting the thermostat." She winked at me while pouring an entire carton of syrup over my breakfast.
I poked the blackened pancake with my fork, watching syrup pool in the crater. Emily leaned over my shoulder, her breath hot on my ear.
"Eat up," she murmured. "Gotta fuel up for round two."
Mom's eyes darted between us. "Ben...?"
I took a deep breath. "It's okay, Mom. I... I like it."
The admission hung in the air, thick as the smell of scorched batter.
Emily's grin could've powered the city grid.
She dropped onto the chair beside me, her thigh pressing against mine with deliberate pressure. Under the table, her bare foot hooked around my ankle while she poured herself a glass of whole milk. "Gotta stay gassy for my favorite cousin," she announced to no one in particular, draining it in one go.
The kitchen clock ticked loudly.
Mom blinked. "Okay, well—" Her phone rang. "Oh! The hospital!" She grabbed her purse, hesitating at the door. "We'll... talk more tonight i have to go to work. Behave."
The moment the door shut, Emily's hand clamped over my wrist. "Upstairs. Now." Her stomach growled ominously.
By the time we hit my bedroom, her cheeks were already quivering. She shoved me backward onto the bed and straddled my lap, hiking up her tank top to reveal her bare stomach—distended and gurgling.
"You're gonna earn this," she growled, grabbing my hand and pressing it against her bloated stomach. I could feel the gas churning inside, bubbling like a swamp.
"Please," I choked out, already straining against my jeans.
She arched an eyebrow. "Please what?"
"Please—fart on me." My voice cracked.
Emily leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want—" I swallowed hard. "I want your perfect ass to ruin me. I want to suffocate in your farts. I want to lick your hole clean after."
Her grin was predatory. She lifted herself just enough to hover over my face, her shorts straining against the pressure building beneath. "How much do you love my farts?"
"I worship them."
That was all she needed.
PPPRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB
The vibration rattled my teeth. Hot, rancid air flooded my nose and mouth, thick enough to chew. I groaned, hips bucking helplessly as she laughed above me.
"*Fuck*, you're pathetic," she purred, grinding down harder. "You really do love it."
I could only nod, drowning in her stink.
"Good." She lifted again—slow, deliberate. "Because I’m not done."
PHHHTTTTTTT
"smell all of it you dirty boy"
Emily's words dripped with contempt as she lowered herself onto my face, her thighs clamping around my head like a vice. The initial burst of gas had barely dissipated when another hot, wet blast erupted directly against my nostrils.
PHHHRTTTTTTTTT
I could feel the humid warmth through my shirt as she rocked back and forth, each movement coaxing out another fart from her stomach. The denim of her shorts did nothing to contain the rancid smell of last night's chili and this morning's dairy binge - if anything, it turned the odors into something even more pungent.
"Breathe deep," she commanded, shifting her weight to press her ass harder against me. A long, bubbling fart escaped her clenched cheeks, the vibrations traveling through my facial bones. "That's three days of gas I've been saving up just for you."
My hands scrambled at her hips, torn between pushing away and pulling her closer. Every instinct screamed for oxygen, but the sickening sweetness of her flatulence was addictive - like sniffing a marker until your vision blurred.
Downstairs, the front door creaked open.
Emily went rigid atop me, her thighs tightening reflexively.
BBRTTTTTTTTTT
"smell that for me" emily whispered
"Emily? Ben?" Mom's voice carried up the stairs. "I forgot my- wallet"
The bedsprings squealed as Emily launched herself off me, frantically adjusting her shorts. Her face was flushed, lips swollen from biting back laughter. I wiped my streaming eyes, the room spinning as oxygen finally reached my brain.
Mom appeared in the doorway, nose wrinkled. "Did something die up here?"
Emily coughed into her fist. "well ben kinda begged me for my farts after you left he even got down on the floor and on his knees and started kissing my feet"
Mom's eyebrow arched so high it disappeared into her hairline. "Excuse me?"
Emily nodded solemnly, though her twitching lips betrayed her. "Yeah, he was like 'Please Emily, your farts are divine! Let me worship your perfect ass!'" She deepened her voice into a ridiculous caricature of mine.
Mom turned to me, arms crossed. I opened my mouth to protest, but Emily cut in: "He even cried when I said no at first. Big ol' crocodile tears."
"That's not—" I started.
"Then he offered to do my laundry for a month," Emily continued, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Mom's stomach chose that moment to gurgle loudly. A tense silence filled the room as her cheeks clenched.
BRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPP
The sound echoed off the walls, deep and resonant. Emily's jaw dropped.
Mom's face flushed crimson. "I—that was—"
Emily recovered first. "Oh my GOD, Aunt Lisa!" She whooped, clapping her hands. "That was amazing"
I sat frozen, torn between horror and fascination as the smell hit—thick and yeasty, like sourdough left in a damp basement.
Mom covered her face with her hands. "I had yogurt for breakfast," she mumbled through her fingers.
Emily was already pulling her toward the bed. "Get over here, you secret fart queen!"
"No! Emily, I—"
PHHHRRRRTTTTT
Another one slipped out as Mom struggled, this one wetter, hotter. The sound seemed to break her resistance. She groaned, collapsing onto the mattress beside me.
Emily pinned her down with a knee to the stomach. "Ben," she ordered without looking up, "you aren't gonna let those delicious farts go to waste are you?."
Mom's eyes widened as I hesitated. "Benjamin James, don't you dare—"
PPFFFRRRTTTTT
"well ben start sniffing your moms delicious gas like you did mine" emily says as she holds my mom down with surprising strength. the scent of fermented yogurt and digestive gases fills the room as mom squirms beneath emily's grip, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and something else i can't quite place.
"emily grace!" mom gasps as another involuntary sputter escapes her clenched cheeks. the sound is wetter this time, carrying the distinct aroma of lactose intolerance unleashed. i freeze, caught between societal taboos and the visceral thrill coursing through me.
emily reads my hesitation and rolls her eyes. "oh come on," she says, shifting her knee higher on mom's bloated stomach. a gurgling response vibrates through mom's abdomen. "you know you want to. and auntie lisa..." she leans down, whispering directly into mom's ear, "...you've been holding these in for years, haven't you?"
mom's breath hitches. her hips jerk slightly as emily's accusation hangs in the air thicker than the gas cloud surrounding us. i see the exact moment something shifts behind her eyes - decades of repressed propriety crumbling as her body arches against emily's pressure.
PPPRRRRFFFFTTTTT
the explosion is seismic. mom's sundress flutters with the force of it, the fabric trapping the hot burst against her thighs. the smell hits me like a physical blow - sour cream with undertones of morning coffee.
"oh fuck," mom whimpers, her fingers twisting in the sheets.
emily grins triumphantly and yanks me forward by my collar. my face plunges into the humid warmth of mom's trapped gas cloud still lingering beneath her sundress. the fabric clings damply to her thighs as i inhale sharply - tasting fermented dairy and something distinctly musky.
"that's it," emily purrs, using her free hand to hike mom's dress up around her waist. mom's floral panties are already darkened with sweat. "show auntie lisa how much you appreciate her special breakfast treats."
mom whines high in her throat as emily peels the damp cotton aside, revealing cheeks still quivering from exertion. a thin wisp of vapor curls from between them. i don't hesitate this time - i dive in tongue-first, lapping at her twitching hole like a starved man. the taste is sharper than emily's - acidic and complex with hints of her morning coffee.
"holy sh-shit," mom gasps, her hips jerking against my mouth. emily keeps firm pressure on her stomach, forcing out another wet sputter directly onto my tongue.
PFFFRRTTT
the vibration travels through my teeth as mom's back arches clear off the bed.
emily watches with dark amusement. "told you he'd love it," she says, digging her fingers into mom's soft belly. mom's responding fart is more of a prolonged hiss
SSSSSFFFFTTTT
the sound of slowly deflating balloon. i moan against her asscheeks, drinking in the bitter stream.
"that's it, perv, now come over here and beg me for my farts show your cousin how much you love her farts" emily says with a wicked grin on her face as she pulls down her shorts and panties in one smooth motion, revealing her soft, plump asscheeks that twitch slightly in anticipation.
Mom lies frozen on the bed beside me, her dress still bunched around her waist, watching with wide eyes as Emily spreads her legs and lowers herself onto my lap, her bare ass pressing against my throbbing erection.
"Say it," Emily commands, grinding against me slowly. "Beg me."
I swallow hard, my throat dry. Mom's breath hitches beside me as Emily arches her back, her asshole flexing just inches from my face.
"P-Please," I stammer, my voice cracking. "Please fart on me again, Emily. I—I need it."
Emily smirks, glancing at Mom. "See, Aunt Lisa? He adores my ass."
Then, with deliberate slowness, she lifts herself slightly—just enough to let a hot, wet raspberry vibrate against my lips.
PPPRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Emily's shorts hit the floor with a slap. The air between her thighs shimmered with body heat as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pink cotton panties. Mom's breath hitched beside me, her fingers digging into the mattress as Emily slowly peeled the damp fabric downward.
"Beg properly this time," Emily purred, stepping out of her underwear with one fluid motion. She kicked them toward me - they landed on my chest, still warm from her skin. The musky scent of her arousal mingled with the lingering traces of breakfast's aftermath. "Tell me exactly what you want."
I swallowed hard, my throat clicking audibly. Across the room, Mom's stomach gurgled ominously. Neither of us dared look away from Emily's glistening folds as she spread her legs wider, her toes curling into the carpet.
"I want—" My voice cracked. Emily arched an eyebrow. I tried again. "I want to worship your ass. I want to drink your farts like they're holy water. I want to—"
PHHHRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT
The sound tore through the bedroom like a trumpet as Emily peeled her damp panties down her thighs, her cheeks quivering with pent-up pressure. She kicked them toward my face with a smirk, the fabric still warm from her skin.
"kiss my ass and tell me how much you love it," she purred, spreading her legs until I could see the faintest glimmer of moisture between them.
I swallowed hard. Mom's stomach gurgled beside me - a deep, ominous sound that made the mattress vibrate.
Emily's grin widened as she turned slightly, presenting her bare ass at an angle that showcased both puckered holes. A bead of sweat trickled down between them. "Well?" she prompted, wiggling her hips. "Are you gonna worship me or just stare?"
PPHHHHRRRTTTTTTTTT
The fart exploded against my lips before I could answer, hot and wet like someone had popped a balloon filled with rotten eggs inside my mouth. The vibration traveled straight to my cock, now painfully hard against my zipper.
"I—" I gasped between breaths of her rancid air. "I worship you. Your farts are—" PHHTTT "—perfect."
Emily giggled, grinding her ass harder against my face. Behind us, Mom let out a strangled moan. I glanced sideways to see her fingers digging into her own thighs, dress hiked up around her waist as she watched us with glassy eyes.
"Like what you see, Aunt Lisa?" Emily taunted, reaching back to spread her cheeks wider. "Don't worry..." PRRRRRTTTTTT "There's plenty to go around."
Mom whimpered, her stomach visibly churning beneath her sundress. Another gurgle echoed through the room, louder this time. Emily's eyes lit up.
"Ohhhh," she crooned, twisting to face Mom while still sitting on my chest. "Someone else needs to let loose." She pressed a palm against Mom's bloated stomach. "You've been holding back, haven't you?"
Mom's face flushed crimson. "I—I don't—"
BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP
The force of it made the headboard rattle against the wall. Mom's eyes rolled back as her entire body convulsed, a visible ripple traveling from her stomach down to her clenched thighs. The smell hit me like a freight train - sour milk mixed with spoiled bananas.
Emily laughed delightedly. "Holy SHIT, Aunt Lisa!" She grabbed Mom's wrist and yanked her forward until all three of us were tangled together on the bed - Mom on her back with her dress around her waist, Emily straddling her stomach, and me trapped beneath them both.
"Family bonding time," Emily announced cheerfully, pressing down on Mom's distended belly with both hands. A fresh wave of gurgles answered her. "Ben's gonna lick your ass clean while I milk these farts out of you." She leaned down to whisper in Mom's ear, but loud enough for me to hear: "you like farting on your son don't you just like i like farting on my cousin"
Mom's breath hitched. Her thighs trembled as Emily's fingers dug into her soft flesh, forcing out another deep
BRRRAAAAP
that shook the bedframe. The sound seemed to break something in her - her hips lifted involuntarily, pressing her ass backward toward my face.
Emily grinned at me over her shoulder. "Told you she wanted it." She shifted her weight, using one knee to pin Mom's stomach while reaching back to spread Mom's cheeks. "Get in there, perv. Show Aunt Lisa how much you love her stink."
I didn't hesitate. The first lick along Mom's twitching hole tasted like aged cheddar left in a hot car. She moaned, her back arching as Emily leaned forward to murmur, "that's it let it all out for your son"
PPPRRRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT
The fart was wetter this time, spraying my tongue with bitter droplets that made my eyes water. I groaned against her, lapping greedily as Mom panted above me. Emily rocked back, settling her own bare ass against my throbbing erection while continuing to massage Mom's gurgling stomach.
"Such good a good boy sniff your moms farts," Mom whimpered, her fingers tangling in Emily's hair as another sputtering
PHHHTTT
escaped her. "Both of you— oh god—"
BBBBRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP
The finale shook the windows. Mom collapsed onto the mattress, sweat-slicked and gasping as Emily laughed triumphantly.
Then the alarm on Mom's phone blared.
"Shit—the hospital—" Mom struggled upright, dress falling back into place as she scrambled off the bed. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from biting back moans. She grabbed her purse with trembling hands, pausing at the door to glance back at us. Emily still straddled my lap, her bare ass pressing against my erection.
A wet PRRT escaped Mom's dress as she shifted her weight.
Emily grinned. "Have a gassy day at work, Aunt Lisa."
Mom's stomach gurgled in response. She opened her mouth—closed it—then hurried out, the front door slamming behind her.
Emily turned to me, fingers trailing down her stomach. "Now..." Her grin turned predatory as another bubbling gurgle echoed through the room. "...where were we?"
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"i was sniffing your farts goddess emily" ben says without thinking, the words tumbling out as he presses his nose deeper between her cheeks. the humid heat of her skin against his face makes his vision blur at the edges.
emily freezes mid-grind, her thighs tightening around his head. "what did you just call me?" her voice drops an octave, fingertips digging into his scalp.
ben swallows hard, tasting fermented chili on the back of his tongue. "g-goddess emily," he rasps, hands trembling against her hips. "because your farts... they're holy."
the silence stretches like taffy until—
PPPHHHHRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
the fart vibrates through his entire skull, hot enough to fog his glasses. emily's laughter is dark velvet as she reaches back to spread herself wider. "say it again."
"goddess emily," he whimpers into her twitching hole.
"louder."
BBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPP
"GODDESS EMILY!" his voice cracks as the smell wraps around his brain like a rancid blanket.
she sighs, petting his hair as another bubbling prrt escapes her. "good boy." her stomach gurgles ominously. "now... let's see how much worship this goddess can take."
"kiss my asscheeks and then my asshole and tell me that my ass owns you" emily says as she spreads her legs wider, her toes curling into the mattress. her freshly shaved asshole winks at me, still glistening from mom's earlier attention.
I lean forward without hesitation, pressing my lips first to the soft curve of her left cheek, then the right. The skin tastes faintly of salt and something muskier beneath. When I reach the center, I drag my tongue in one slow, wet stripe from botttom to top.
"You own me," I murmur against her puckered flesh, the words vibrating against her sensitive skin.
PPPRRRTTTTTT
Her answering fart is low and resonant, more felt than heard. The hot burst of air coats my lips as I kiss her again, deeper this time, my tongue probing at her twitching entrance.
"Prove it," Emily challenges, arching her back to present herself more fully.
I don't need telling twice. My hands grip her hips as I bury my face between her cheeks, inhaling deeply as another
BBBRRRAAAPPP
shakes her frame. The smell is overwhelming—rotten eggs and spoiled milk with an undercurrent of something uniquely her—but I only press closer, my nose nudging against her spasming hole.
emily gets up and pulls up her pants as i look at her dumfounded wanting more of her farts. "ben, i asked you a question." she says as she stares down at me with her hands on her hips as i was so focused on her ass i didn't hear the question. "do you want to be my full time fart slave?"
i scramble up off the floor, my knees weak from hours of worship. "y-yes," i stammer, wiping her essence from my chin. "god yes."
emily's smirk turns wicked as she reaches back
PPPRRRTTTTTTTTT
a final parting gift against my lips. "good." she tosses her hair over one shoulder, stepping into a fresh pair of cotton panties that strain immediately against her still-gurgling stomach. "starting tomorrow, you're on fart duty 24/7."
mom's car pulls into the driveway downstairs. emily's eyes gleam as she grabs my wrist, pressing my palm against her bloated belly where new gas bubbles ominously. "hope you're ready for round two," she murmurs, just as the front door clicks open. "because auntie lisa looks really gassy after her shift."
the bedroom door creaks ominously. mom stands silhouetted in the doorway, clutching her stomach. the smell of hospital cafeteria food and exhaustion radiates off her in waves. her scrubs strain against her distended belly.
"long shift?" emily purrs, fingers dancing across my scalp.
mom sways slightly. her stomach gurgles loud enough to shake the windowpanes. "i... may have eaten three bean burritos in the breakroom."
emily's grin could power a small city. she yanks me forward by my hair. "say hello to your new full-time fart slave, auntie lisa." her other hand presses against mom's bloated stomach, eliciting an immediate
BBBRRRRAAAAAPPPP
that flutters mom's scrubs like a flag in a storm.
i don't hesitate. i drop to my knees between them both, face upturned like a sinner awaiting communion.
"yes," i gasp as emily's fingers tighten in my hair. "god, yes."
mom whimpers above me, her scrubs stretching taut over her swollen stomach. the smell of cafeteria beans and sour cream already permeates the air. emily laughs darkly, grinding her still-gassy ass against my erection.
"good boy," she purrs, just as mom's knees buckle.
**PPPRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
"things are gonna be a lot different from now on ben but it's for the better, me and emily can let out our gas and you can live out your fantasy" my mom says as she lets out a wet fart right on my lap.
"that's right ben, you're our little fart slave now, and we're gonna make sure you're always smelling our gas" emily says as she sits on my face and lets out a long, wet fart that vibrates against my lips.
"yes mom... yes emily... i'm your fart slave..." i moan as i inhale their combined stink, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants. "i'll always worship your farts..."
"good boy" they say in unison as they both let out another round of hot, wet farts directly into my face, drowning me in their rancid gas. i breathe it all in eagerly, knowing this is only the beginning of my new life as their full-time fart slave.
PART 3
about a week had passed since my mom and my cousin farted on me and turned me into their fart slave, but i already knew that things had to change. i was tired of being their submissive, and i wanted to take back control. so, when they both came home from work and immediately started teasing me with their gas, i decided to make my move.
mom walked in first, her stomach visibly swollen from whatever she'd eaten at the hospital cafeteria. she smirked at me and lifted her scrubs slightly, letting out a loud
BRRRAAAAPPPP
that echoed through the living room. "hungry, ben?" she teased.
emily wasn't far behind, stepping through the door with her hands on her hips. "hope you're ready, fart slave," she said, patting her stomach. "i've been saving this one all day for you."
but this time, i didn't drop to my knees. instead, i stood up and crossed my arms. "actually," i said, my voice steady, "i think we need to renegotiate this whole arrangement."
they both froze, staring at me like i'd grown a second head.
"i still have human needs you know i still need to go to school and have a life" i said knowing i haven't been to school all week.
Emily's hand paused mid-air, her smirk faltering. The room smelled faintly of eggs and regret. Mom's stomach gurgled uncomfortably loud in the sudden silence.
"You're right," Mom said finally, surprising us both. She rubbed her distended abdomen with a wince. A tiny pfft escaped her scrubs. "We got... carried away."
Emily's nostrils flared. "Wait so just like that, we're done?" She grabbed my wrist, her grip too tight. "After all those hours you spent"
"Let him go, Emily." Mom's voice carried that don't-fuck-with-me nurse tone. "He's right. This was supposed to be fun, not..." She gestured vaguely at the pizza boxes piled near the couch where I'd been sleeping, the unwashed dishes crusted with last week's meals.
"i'm not saying i don't want to smell your farts, i mean emily caught me watching fart porn it's not like it's a secret, i just don't want to lose out on life but i still wanna sniff your farts" i said, pulling away from emily's grip to stand beside mom.
Emily's expression softened unexpectedly. She bit her lip, looking suddenly unsure a side of her I'd rarely seen. "I... guess I got kinda intense," she admitted, toeing the carpet. "It's just... it felt nice having someone who actually liked..." She waved a hand awkwardly behind her.
Mom squeezed my shoulder, then surprised us both by pulling Emily into a hug. "Honey," she murmured, rubbing Emily's back as my cousin stiffened, "you don't have to be mean to be wanted." Emily's shoulders trembled slightly until Mom's stomach gurgled violently between them.
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The sound broke the tension. Emily snorted against Mom's shoulder before pulling back with watery eyes. "Gross, Aunt Lisa."
"I'm a nurse," Mom shrugged, grinning. "Bodily functions don't embarrass me." She patted her belly. "Though maybe fewer burritos..."
Emily giggled actually giggled and for the first time, she looked at me without the predatory edge. "So... renegotiation?" She twisted a strand of hair around her finger. "Like... fart Fridays after school?"
" yes but can we not do it only friday it's not like i don't want to smell your farts"
Emily's cheeks flushed pink as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. "I mean... we could do evenings when I'm not working late?" She glanced at Mom, who nodded encouragingly. "And maybe... less face-sitting? Unless you really want I just thought"
"I like the face-sitting," I admitted quickly, then cleared my throat.
Emily blinked. Then slowly, hesitantly—she smiled. A real smile, not the wicked smirk I'd grown used to. "Okay," she said softly. "But only when you ask nicely."
Mom squeezed my shoulder. "And shower first," she added firmly. "Both of you."
Emily wrinkled her nose playfully. "Aunt Lisa, you literally just crop-dusted the hallway."
"Yeah, well..." Mom rubbed her belly absently. The resulting made us all crack up
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"Point taken."
Emily reached for my hand—gently this time—her fingers intertwining with mine. "So... we're good?" she asked, searching my face.
I nodded, squeezing back. "We're good."
Mom's stomach growled ominously. "Great," she sighed. "Now who wants to help me unclench before my shift tomorrow?"
I instinctively got down on my knees as my mom turned around and pulled down her pants and panties to expose her soft ass cheeks, then bent forward and pressed her asshole against my nose and mouth.
"Good boy," she murmured, gently rocking her hips back and forth to smear her sweaty skin against my lips. A warm, earthy scent enveloped me—not overpowering, but intimate and familiar.
Emily knelt beside us, her usual smirk replaced by a soft smile. She reached out to stroke my hair. "Doesn't he look cute like this?" she said to Mom, her voice tender.
Mom hummed in agreement, pressing closer. Her body heat radiated against my face as she relaxed, letting out a quiet pfft that fluttered against my mouth. The air was warm and slightly tangy, carrying the faintest hint of the salad she'd had for lunch.
"i wanna use him too i am so pent up" emily smilled sweetly as she pulled down her pants and panties exposing her soft ass cheeks and bent over pressing her asshole against my nose and mouth "good boy" she murmured gently rocking her hips back and forth smearing her sweaty skin against my lips.
"you look so cute like this" emily giggled softly stroking my hair, her usual smirk replaced by a tender smile. her body heat radiated against my face as she relaxed, letting out a quiet pfft that fluttered against my mouth. the air was warm and slightly floral, carrying the faintest hint of the yogurt she'd eaten for breakfast.
"doesn't he look happy?" emily said to mom, her voice sweet and genuine. she pressed closer, her movements gentle and loving rather than demanding. "i think he likes when we're nice to him."
i eagerly put my face in emilys ass and inhale deeply as she lets out a gentle puff of air, her fingers stroking my hair affectionately. "that's my good boy," she coos, her voice soft and warm like honey. the scent is mild but intimate, her natural musk mingling with the floral shampoo she used this morning.
mom kneels beside us, her scrubs rustling as she rubs my back. "i told the nurses at work about our... arrangement," she admits, her cheeks pink. "they thought it was strange at first, but dr. martinez said she'd be interested in trying it after her chili night." she leans in conspiratorially. "she's got some of the nastiest gas, ben."
emily giggles, pressing her hips back just enough to let another quiet
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escape against my lips. "you're gonna be so popular," she teases, but there's pride in her voice now instead of cruelty. "just remember - safe word is 'peppermint' if it gets too intense, okay?"
mom nods approvingly, shifting to rub circles on my back while emily continues rocking gently against my face. "we'll schedule appointments," she jokes, but the way her fingers trace patterns on my skin makes it clear she's protective. "no more than three nurses per week."
emily's stomach gurgles suddenly - a deep, rolling sound that makes her gasp. "oh god, that's"
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been brewing since lunch." the fart is warmer than before but still light, carrying traces of the turkey sandwich she ate earlier. she giggles sheepishly. "guess i should've warned you."
"it's okay," i murmur against her skin, breathing her in deeper. "i like it." and i do, not just the scent, but the way she's holding me now, her thighs trembling with restraint instead of domination.