The Gassy Elevator Contest
by Fireball02

Chris was walking through the streets of San Francisco, heading back to his average job in a popular part of town. The high rise he worked in was right in the middle of a beautiful square. In the square, it was common to see many celebrities and important people. Chris had worked this office job for years and seeing the famous was a common sight. However, today, Chris saw two celebs he hadn't seen in a few years and they happened to be his favorites: Jennifer Lawrence and Emma Stone.

They were across the street, appearing to have come out of a garden bar, and were about to cross were he was. He quickened his pace in order to try to reach conversation with them. However, he knew he couldn't. He was born shy and in fact, his job involved as little social contact as possible. Instead, he followed behind them as a mass of commuters made their way across the congested street. Although Chris was walking, his mind was racing. He kept trying to psych himself up to talk to the two.

His dreams were only slightly crush as he stopped to enter the tower of glass and steel as the two perfect ladies kept walking. He went up the elevator a few stories and sat down in the main office to have a coffee. About ten minutes later, he got up out of his seat and went to the elevator. It was time to start his daily routine of work; work that Chris didn't mind and possibly enjoyed. He hit the button and it turned a bright hue of orange. He stared at the numbers about the doors and waited until it stopped at 23.

The doors opened and Chris was shocked. There stood Jennifer Lawrence in a pair of tight fitting yoga pants and a black top. Her semi blonde hair reached down her front, collecting on her cleavage. Beside her, Emma Stone. She stood with a red skirt and a similar black top with her beautiful red hair resting just past her shoulders, her lipstick almost the same color as her skirt. Chris awkwardly walked in, standing next to Emma, his personal favorite but Jennifer was very close behind.

As he stood there, Emma and Jennifer introduced themselves in a very friendly manner. Chris tried to match their tone but could not, making the whole ordeal slightly strange. Chris noticed their bloated bellies as he look at them from the side. At this point, Chris knew he had to say something.

"So, umm, h-" Chris began as the elevator lurched and the lights flickered.

The three looked at each other and then the lights went totally out with no sign they were coming on again anytime soon. Chris stood still as he heard Emma and Jennifer's heels shuffling on the tiles.

"Chris, was it? Any chance you can find the emergency button?" Jennifer asked from the darkness.
"Yeah, s- sure." He responded as he reached his arm forward, probing into the darkness. As he reached his hand landed on something soft yet firm. He hear a small yelp from Emma and apologized. Chris was extremely embarrassed but Emma was on a whole new level.

A smell of beans quickly raised into the party's nostrils as Jennifer whispered something into Emma's ear:

"I think you should be more sorry..."

Emma's face was the color of her lipstick but the darkness hid this.

Chris eventually found the button but only the lights came back on. There was no phone or emergency contact; they were going to be here for a while.

"You work here right? How long should this take?" Emma asked looking at Chris.

"Usually takes a few hours.." Chris began

"Hours!" Jennifer exclaimed as both Emma and Jennifer sighed.

The two women decided to cut to the chase, the smell of the tiny fart still lingering in the air.

"Chris... We both just had a big lunch, I had a cauliflower and broccoli salad while Emma here had a bean salad. We can only last so long..." Jennifer said as she rubbed her swollen stomach.

Chris didn't know what to say so he didn't say anything. Nearly thirty minutes went by and Emma was getting bored. She could hardly hold her monstrous gas back and decided to start something. She leaned her ass into Jennifer, backing her up into the corner of the small metallic box. Jennifer knew what was coming and couldn't wipe the smile off her face.

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Emma's fart vibrated Jennifer's stomach, causing a chain reaction.

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Jennifer's fart was squeezed out of her ass and around her ass cheeks, vibrating the metallic walls.

The two broke into laughter and started wafting the nasty gas from their noses. The horrendous smell filled the elevator as Emma and Jennifer had an idea.

"I bet MY farts are far stinkier than yours, Jennifer." Emma boasted, smoothing her skirt skin tight around her butt.

"You did have a bean salad but I KNOW that mine are far more powerful and sulphurous." Jennifer stated as she took a whiff of the air.

"Oh yeah, smell that, then!" Emma said before releasing a giant, suffocating fart from between her ass cheeks.

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The gas smelled strongly of beans, leaving a spicy smell in the elevator, a smell that may be ingrained into the natural smell of that elevator forever.

"Yeah, it smells but even I can stand it." Jennifer said, taking a whiff to further prove her point.

"Well, how are we going to decide otherwise?" Emma pondered.

As they thought, Chris couldn't help but to cough from the abominable stench penetrating his nostrils. This disturbance lead both Jennifer and Emma to the same conclusion:

"Chris, will you judge our farts!?" Both Emma and Jennifer said at the same time.

"Yeah! Just tell us whose smells the worst." Emma elaborated.

Chris didn't know what to say as the two beautiful, gassy women overpowered him. Before he knew it, he was lying on the cool elevator floor looking up Emma's skirt and staring at Jennifer's refined legs and ass. The air already smelled fetid but Chris could stand it, after all he lived in a big city. But he never got up close and personal with the smell; until now. He watched as Jennifer's ass came closer than he ever though possible, engulfing his entire face with ease. It was unbelievably warm and the pressure from her weight only made it worse. It was like an oven between the two pairs of cheeks. He felt her fleshy yet muscular ass grind on his face as she waited for her gas to surface. It didn't take long. Before Chris was out of air, Jennifer gave him some of her heavenly gas.

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The fart came out in bursts as Jennifer broke into laughter. Chris heard all of it, the low boom of her ass and the elated screams of laughter from Jennifer and Emma. He felt somewhat demeaned but not for long. The smell hit him quick. He broke out coughing as the gaseous fart filled his lungs. The warm, bitter smell tore at his nose as he struggled under his imprisoner. He felt his prison tense up, locking him into place before he felt another type of tension, but this time it was being released...

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The noxious odor assaulted Chris once again, this time Chris being forced to suck it up since he was out of air. He thought he was going to pass out and felt lightheaded as the light returned to his eyes. Both women looked down at him, Emma holding her nose.

"Damn, Jennifer, that reeks!" Emma exclaimed as she tried to avoid the smell. However, any smell exposed to the elevator was not going away anytime soon.

"Oh yeah.... Mmmmm... What did you think, whatever your name was..?" Jennifer asked.

"They were rotten and sickening!" Chris complained as he tried to get up, gasping for air.

"Hey! We aren't done with you yet, it's not a contest until you smell MY farts as well." Emma said, knocking Chris back to the floor with her high heel.

This time, Chris couldn't wait for Emma to sit on his face. He had dreamed of her ass for years and now it was time to witness it up close. The clack of her heels was loud in his ears as she placed her feet next to his head and started to descend. The darkness underneath the skirt vanished as she got closer. Emma's bright pink panties made contact with his face, leaving Chris with a hardening hard on. Jennifer noticed this and rubbed the spot with her shoe. Chris didn't even notice as he enjoyed every bit of Emma's weight, smell, and feeling.

Emma saw Chris's struggle in his pants and began grinding on his face, curious of the result. Nevertheless, the struggle got bigger. Without any warning, Emma gave it ALL to him.

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Chris's boner instantly disappeared as the masculine, repulsive stench burned his nose, throat, and lungs. He screamed in-between horror and pain. He never though a woman could smell so unwholesome. This time, he really put up a fight; he needed somewhat fresher air. It was all Emma could do to stay on him before Jennifer stepped in. She sat on his legs, pointing out his lack of a hard on. They both laughed as Emma began to grind again and Jennifer softly caressed the area. It was back again as Chris entered a second of pleasure.

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Again, the stench took all excitement out of Chris. Both women laughed as the boner vanished underneath Jennifer's palm. They both continued sitting there.

"Come on Chris, show what you've got." Emma said in a seductive way. Chris couldn't help himself as nature took over.

"I think he likes you." Jennifer said as the foreign object appeared again.

"Do you?" Emma asked. Chris nodded as much as he could, being pinned under her ass. "Do you like my farts too?" Emma seconded. Chris shook his head side to side until she stopped him with her ass.

"Would you do anything for Emma?" Jennifer asked. Chris nodded and the two girls made eye contact and smiled.

"Then open your mouth and eat my next fart." Emma asked nicely. Chris obeyed.

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The gas rushed into the open mouth, echoing before Chris closed it and struggled in absolute misery. The two laughed as they got off him and looked at him again. He was red and hardly conscious.

"How did MY farts smell, Chris?" Emma asked, putting emphasis on his name.

"They were awful and sweaty and.. tantalizing..." Chris responded as Emma nudged Jennifer's arm.

"Well, let me have another go, you never ATE my farts." Jennifer said.

Jennifer mounted her well deserved seat once again, command her chair to open up. He did.

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The warm concoction of broccoli and cauliflower flooded into his mouth, the particles becoming part of his tongue. Chris screamed in muffled pain as Jennifer's fart tasted MUCH worse than they smelled. Jennifer shook her ass all over his face, ingraining her stench in his face. She asked how they smelled and Chris responded with an honest answer: much worse than before but not quite as brutal as Emma's. Jennifer wouldn't have it, insisting her farts would get worse. Emma had already taken victory but for the hell of it, they took turns farting in his face for the next two hours, the elevator becoming an air tight oven. The smell would only be comparable to a hot sewer.

Eventually, face and moth farts were to boring for all of the girl's farts. They had him lick farts out, beg for them, and give them occasional pleasure. Chris never got used to the taste or smell of the horrendous farts and remained in eternal suffering. Especially when they both farted in his face at the same time. He wanted to pass out but never could. In between when Emma and Jennifer switched places, Chris would mutter that Emma won and to stop. As he got desperate he complemented their gas, calling it royal and heavenly, but this only encouraged the two.

The girls never ran out of gas and nobody knows if they were rescued or not. Either way, Chris is in a much better place, whether he realizes it or not: between two gassy goddesses, inhaling the rancid scent of freedom and pleasure.