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Freshman Transfer
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: June 14th, 2015

Okay, relax; first day in a new school. Nothing to worry about, keep your head down and figure out where you can survive the next three and a half years.

Maybe I'll just blend in, school's already underway. But then how am I going to join any groups, everyone's probably friended up by now...

I hold my books close to me with several more in my heavy backpack; I walk up the steps and into the school hallways.

Everything is bustling, people shuffling around; yeah, this could work.

I peer down at my note pad with my locker number and combination on it.

When I look back up there's a group of four girls standing in front of me, each dressed a bit punk with neon green mini jeans and long netted black stockings, chains on their belt loops; and simple white tank tops, tight against their breasts.

"Hm, I don't recognize this one; must be new."

"I..urm...yes, I just started today; I'm from Colorado. My name's Jack."

"Well then, Jack, I guess I can forgive you for not knowing how it is; everyone here pays us 20 bucks everyday, so cough it up."

" don't have money, I brought lunch."

The leader seems incensed by this, "I'm gonna give you one more chance; now you're going to apologize to me and kiss my shoe; and I'll expect double tomorrow."

My eyebrow wrinkled in confusion and anger, I stood my ground, "No."

"What the fuck did you say?" She demands.

"I said, 'No;' I won't do that; you can't make me."

The leader chuckles; turns around to walk away. I turn back to the lockers when suddenly I feel force on the back of my head and my face flying into the cold, hard metal with a hollow, loud clang.

"Go through his pockets," she orders.

One of the girls does so, digging deep and even reaching over for my cock; she looks over to me and winks, then squeezes my balls.

I try to scream out by it's inaudible; the pain too much.

"He's got nothing," she reports.

"Put him in."

The girl opens the locker door and pushes my entire body in until she's able to close the locker; she slips a small metal rod in the door lock to keep it shut. It's dark in the locker, the only light comes in from four metal slits on the top and bottom of the locker door; I can barely see out the slits.

"Denise, do it."

"With pleasure," the girl named Denise says, walking over and turning her massive booty towards the door, pressing it up against the bottom locker slits.

What the fuck was this...


A horrible, long echoing fart rumbles through the metal locker, quickly replacing all the oxygen with hot, thick gas of ungodly proportions. Such a rank smell of cabbage and eggs, I gag and start to bang on the door.

"Please, let me out of here!"

I hear Denise pushing, straining. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrpppppptttttttt!

She sighs, relieved as her fart fills the tiny space of my prison.

Tears run down my face as her gas assaults my nostrils with such potent stick, and I cry and beg, "Please; I'm sorry, I'm kiss your shoe, I'll get you the $40 dollars, whatever you want just let me go."

"Oh, don't worry," I hear the leader yell to me, "I know I'll get my money; but you're still gonna suffer for crossing me."


A loud, explosive fart practically shakes the locker as her fart quickly rushes up my senses; I beat senselessly on the locker walls as I feel nauseated and panicky; I think I'm running out of oxygen.


I gulp and gasp, the air is heavy and practically a visible green haze all around me; the light a bit brighter as I feel...I feel...


It wasn't until about daybreak when I was let out of the locker. I woke up about 8PM but everything in the school was dark, no one around. Not until about 5:30AM did the custodian come; it was a long, smelly night and I was sore as hell. I caught a few hours sleep in the empty library before class.

It was weird explaining to all my teachers why I wasn't there yesterday. I told them my family didn't get in until today, slight delay, family emergency; that always works.

About 11:30AM I got a text from my parents: "Hope you had a fun night, just let us know when you're coming home; love ya kiddo." Awesome, didn't even worry at all. Well, I guess that's good. I guess...

Everything seemed fine, I headed out to the lunch room; no sign of those girls. Let me just grab an open table, there's one; near the trash can. Convenient!

I take a seat and open my bag lunch, sandwich, banana, and a pudding cup. I unwrap the sandwich and set it down for a moment.

Suddenly I feel a pressure under both my arms; I'm lifted up out of the seat. I look over and see Denise and one of the other girls lifting me up with relative ease, carrying me over to and dumping me in the trash can.

"Oh, no, please..." I beg, on my knees, my hands cupped in prayer; begging.

It seems like silence forever outside the can, I'm afraid to lift up and see; I'll just wait and...

I see a naked butt, tight shorts pulled just below the cheek, sit on the edge of the can. Then another. Then a third; each looking plump and pillowy from the tight shorts riding the lower thigh.

"God no!" I scream, "Don't..."




"Oh god..." I say, choking, sputtering on rancid gas.


I hear them chuckle, but just barely over the terrible gas that knocks my head back with wretched stink; I try to turn my head towards the less disgusting trash but it's no use, the farts are too overpowering. I start to choke and gag; nearly vomiting.

Through teary eyes, I see one of them open my pudding cup and start to eat it, I think it's Denise.

"Oh, god girl; you can't eat that!" One of them exclaims playfully.

"Hell I can't, who's gonna have to suffer it but this poor chump," says Denise; nodding to me.

They laugh as she takes another big bite of pudding and looks down at me, below her, with evil intent.


FFFFFFFFFFrrrrrpppppppp! "Ahhhh, those burritos; fuck," one of them chuckles, rubbing her belly, her grotesque rippling fart seeming to match her chuckles.

I weakly moan, "Please...let me..."


"Fuck yes, that felt so good!" Denise calls out, cutting off my pleas; watching me struggle and shake in the bottom of the can like a dying bug.

My body shakes, convulses, my eyes roll back, lids close and...


I wake with a fright several hours later; a warm glow all around me from the top of the can. Sunset.

Fuck. What am I going to do about this; that's a day and half of school missed and I didn't even do anything. So why would they stop? They're just going to keep doing this. I can't ask my parents to move, we just moved; that's not going to work. Maybe I can tell the principal; get myself transfer. Or maybe get them expelled. Maybe he'll have a suggestion.

I rip a page from my notebook and write a quick message asking for a meeting with the principal tomorrow morning; that's the best I can do, right?

Right. I slip the page under the locked office door and finally leave school grounds for the first time in almost two days. It'll be nice to shower this fucking stink off me.


The next morning, I slip quickly into school and into the principal's office. There's a reception area first.

"Yes, can I help you?" The reception woman asks.

"Uh, yes, I think...or..erm, I should have a meeting with the principal this morning."


"Jack Barnes."

She looks at a sheet briefly, "Yup, go on in."


I open the door to the principal's office. Seems empty.

"Uh...Mr. Perkins."

I close the door behind me and step forward.

The chair behind his desk spins around; it's the leader bully! FUCK! But how...

"Well, well, isn't it nice to see you again; Jack, wasn't it?"

"How..." I try to retreat back to the door but the other three girls stand behind me now; maybe they were waiting there the whole time, I didn't seem them.

"You surely must have realized by now that we run this school; isn't that right, Mr. Perkins?"

I watch her lift up off the chair slightly, I could see she was just wearing panties; she closes her eyes and bites her lip.


I step just a bit forward, trying to block my nose; underneath her, I saw a man, tied at his wrists and gagged with a cloth around his head; his eyes panicked as he shook and cried out violently; his nostrils forced to flair and suck up what must have been horrid gas. He moans, whimpering as she sits back down; sealing his face under her smelly ass once again.

What the fuck did I get myself into.

"Now, I understand you've been experiencing some...bullying at the school; is that correct?"

", I...I...I'm mistaken, I made a mistake; everything's been great," I stammer.

"No, no, please be candid with me; we need to ensure this school is a safe, friendly environment for all our students; I want to make sure you have the very best that I can offer."

", that's fine; I'm good."

She stands, menacing, "Oh, I insist, you little turd!"

I turn and see the girls behind me with a long black box, maybe coffin size or a bit bigger; there was a large slot in the top of it, the bottom all hollowed out.

"Found this in the drama department; don't know what they use it for...but I know what I'm gonna use it for," the leader says, eagerly.

Someone sweeps my leg so I fall to the ground; my eyes widen as the box, barely large enough for me, comes down over my body. I try to roll away but it's no use and then get me in the dark, tiny box.

I get a bit of light from above but I don't see anyone from here; just the sound of shuffling around me. Then I see the leader's panties right directly over my head. Another butt joins in, then two more until all four girls sit; their assholes lined up along the only slot available for my oxygen, now about to be tainted by sulfury gas.


The leader's ass opens open with a hellish blast that sends my senses reeling instantly as her gas fills my nostrils; desperately I try to use my mouth but the taste, stinging my throat, is not much better. I heavy and cough.



Grunting and sighing; like a soft ambiance to the wretched rippling and rumbling of explosive gas that suffocates my tiny prison.

It's futile to beg. I'm too weak to beg.


"So what are you doing to do with Perkins," one of the girl's asks.

"He's got two options, either he cooperates from now on. Or we kill him," the leader laughs.


Denise shifts, "Ahhhh; if we get rid of him, could we put Vice Principal Mercaptan in his place; then she'd owe us,"


"Ouhhmmmm, interesting idea, then we could really run this school; we'll just need to coax Mr. Perkins into an early retirement."

Below my head rolls in circles, dizzy and out of it from the pure fart air that penetrates every pore of my body now; my body acclimated to a poisonous atmosphere that could kill me but overall things seem calm...or maybe I'm paralyzed...

I move my hand to tap the wooden box. KNOCK KNOCK...okay, I guess not paralyzed. High maybe; in a rancid, terrible way...though maybe this is what it felt like.


Another long blast rumbles from above, joining the toxic cocktail already swirling around my head; my heaving breath taking in the invisible shit particles from these girls' gases.

"Hhheeeeyyyy shiiiiiiitppaaccc," I hear muffled sounds above, seem directed at me.

There's a loud bang against the box, feet most likely, it stuns me "awake" and I take a long, drawn inhale of rancid gas; I choke as it reaches my senses and hold back vomit.

"Shitface! I'm talking to you!" The leader shouts. "I want you to agree that you're our bitch now; you will do anything we ask, anytime, without question or fail and that includes dropping to your knees and sucking up any of our farts until we're satisfied and you're released. You understand?"

I choke out the words, "Yuh...yes.....whatever you say, I'll do it; just let me out, please," I cry.

"Good," the leader says, sounding satisfied. "Finish him off."

"What? Nooooo...please."

Loud gurgling sounds from above, the rumbles from their butts echoing in the box as I panic and desperately try to push the box off, scared for my life like a trapped rat.

"Somebody! PLEASE!!!!!" I plead out to the world; hoping a savior would come.




"Please no..."


"Ahhhhh! Help me!"


Clawing at the rough carpet, as if trying to dig my way to freedom.


My chest heaves up, arching my back; trying anything to put distance between my face and their gases.


My head bang back desperately against the wooden box, maybe to kill myself; maybe to just knock myself out so I wouldn't feel the painful death of suffocating by disgusting, egg-laden farts.

But there's no getting away.


I can feel my brain...lighter; I can...I...oh god...


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