[This story contains forced fart torture and no sex. All characters are 18+]
The worst experience of my life began on my first day of university. I'd been settling into a student flat with my roommate Kim, a pale Goth with long black hair that nearly reached her waist. We knew each other from college, and while we'd had disagreements in the past, I thought she'd managed to bury the hatchet.
I'd always been one of the popular girls at school. When Kim transferred to our sixth form, she was kind of the opposite. She was alternative, chubby, and a little bit dorky. As a result she got bullied constantly, and I'm ashamed to say I was one of the main offenders. It started as normal stuff - making jokes about her weight, gossiping, that sort of thing - but by the end of the year it had evolved into something much worse.
You see, Kim had a gas problem. She always said it was a medical condition, but even if it was, she never hesitated to let rip at every opportunity. What made it unbearable was that her farts were absolutely fucking vile; room-clearingly, eye-wateringly rancid. It got to the point that bullying her felt like a public service. She stopped farting so much, but the damage was done. For the rest of the year, we knew her only as Fartface.
Was it childish? No shit! But you try telling that to a bunch of eighteen and nineteen year olds who'd gagged their way through those monstrosities. All this ended with a certain incident that made her change schools right in the middle of her A levels. But that's a story for another day.
Some time later, I saw online that she was looking at the same university as me. It was miles away from anyone we knew, and there was no way either of us could make the rent alone. We messaged each other and agreed to become roommates and leave the past behind. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd still be running.
Everyone built it up to be this major, life-changing event, but moving into the flat with Kim was pretty uneventful. We unpacked together, me trying to make small talk and her staying mostly quiet. It was late that night the problems started.
I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door squealing open. The room was dark, but I could just make out Kim's pale face peering around the doorframe. She had this look in her eye that somehow carried across the dark room, like a sadistic glint, and even though I was groggy I felt a pang of fear.
The door opened a little more and she squeezed in, creeping quickly but quietly towards my bed. I shook the last dregs of sleep from my mind and called out to her.
"Kim?"
"Surprise!" she grinned. She was at my bedside now, towering over me. I didn't know what she was up to, and frankly, I was too tired to care.
"Did you miss me?" she said. "Or did you just miss this?"
She turned around and bent over slightly, so her massive, jean-clad butt was pressing into my mattress. I wanted to ask what the hell she was doing, but I never got the chance. A meaty fart burst out of her ass.
For a second I was too shocked to do anything. I just stared at her, like a deer caught in the headlights. Then the smell hit.
That first whiff hit me like a punch. I jerked my head backwards, the beefy stink making me gag and stinging my eyes to boot. It was absolutely horrible. I coughed violently, scrambling upright, fighting desperately to escape this rancid hell before I'd have to take another sniff.
"Nope. Nope. You aren't going anywhere." She leaned over the bed and pinned my arms. Her long black nails dug into my wrists.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I wheezed with the last of my air.
She just laughed. "That's a bit rich coming from you, Lauren! God, you should see the look on your face!"
I struggled weakly against her iron grip, kicking madly against the duvet, but there was no way I could shift her. All I could do was lay there with her weight pressing on my arms, waiting for this stupid prank to be over.
My throat burned with the remnants of her gas, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd have to inhale again. I gave one last jolt in a final attempt to buck her away.
"God, look at you go!" she laughed again, holding me easily. "Although, I'm not sure this little lesson's sinking in. Any ideas from you?"
"Fuck off," I tried to say, but all that came out was a thin wheeze. Jesus, I really needed air.
"I've got it. Hold on a second!" she said cheerfully. And then - thank God! - she released me.
Once again, I didn't know what Kim was up to. All I cared about in that moment was getting the hell out of this room before I had to breathe again. I scrambled off the bed and got to my feet, but at that moment my body made me take a huge, whooping lungful of oxygen.
That second breath was even worse than the first. Her farts always did have some awful staying power, but knowing that didn't prepare me for the bitter, gut-wrenching taste that seemed to coat my mouth the moment I inhaled. Some bile came up as I staggered drunkenly into the hallway, trying to feel my way to the toilet so I could dry-heave.
"Oh, come on! It's not that bad!" she called as I blundered around in the dark. 'Not that bad?' How could she say that? They were easily the worst things I'd ever smelled. When she'd cut one in class years ago, the poor girl sitting next to her nearly vomited. And now I'd been in the actual firing line.
The hallway light came on, nearly blinding me. Kim was standing there with her hands on her hips and a look of perverse satisfaction on her face.
"Kim," I panted, catching my breath. "Don't you ever do that to me again."
She cocked her head. "Or what?"
"What did you just say?"
"I said, 'Or what?' How are you going to stop me?"
I was so angry I could barely speak. "You... fucking..."
"Actually, I did make one mistake," she grinned. "I shouldn't have kept my jeans on."
Unbelievably, she reached down and began to slide them off. I watched in horror as she pulled them down to reveal a pair of tight black panties stretched above her thick, pale legs. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I only knew I had to run, now, before she came after me and did something even worse.
She might have been strong, but I was fast. I ran back into the bedroom and bolted the door with one hand, using the other to plug my nose and protect it from the lingering stink. She started pulling the handle from the other side. The bolt was a crappy little thing. It wouldn't hold for long.
"Shit!" I shouted, on the verge of tears. My iPhone was on the bedside table. I could try and get help, but who was I supposed to call? What the hell was I meant to say to anyone? My thoughts gibbered away at me, and it was all I could do to keep from screaming.
There was a splintering sound behind me. A guilty glance confirmed my worst fears: Kim was there, wearing only a shirt and panties. Light spilled around her from the hallway. Her legs jiggled slightly as she closed the distance between us.
"Oh my God, you are so fucked," Kim said, crossing the room. For the first time in my life I was cowering, pulling myself onto the bed as if that would protect me. This woman was fucking crazy.
"Please," I said. She planted one of her feet on the bed then climbed onto the mattress, grinning. I could see the sweaty footprint she left on the duvet. "Please, please don't- AACK!"
She'd grabbed me by the throat. She pushed down, forcing me back onto the covers, and in the dim light from the hallway Kim no longer looked like some harmless chubby Goth. She looked like a psychopath.
After a few seconds of struggling, she managed to lift a bare leg over my body and straddle my waist. She beamed down at me with a smile that would have seemed infectious from anyone else, but right here, from her, it made me want to cry. Although the choking remnants of her last fart still lingered in the air, it was fresh compared to what was coming.
"Listen up, Lauren. In a moment I'm going to turn around and force your nose in my ass. If you try anything, I'll pull my panties down too, and you can have a nice whiff of what it smells like down there. Understand?"
What she was saying was so grotesque that I struggled to process it. My heart pounded. My breath came in short, shallow gulps, and I could hear a strange ringing in my ears. A weird thought came to me: This is what Kim felt like that day in college.
"I said, do you understand?"
I nodded. Warm tears trickled down my cheeks. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening.
"Good," she purred. There was something disturbing about the way she said it, but I didn't want to focus on that. I didn't want to focus on anything other than getting out of this situation... even if it was clear I couldn't.
Finally, Kim let go of my throat and began to turn around. I didn't try to get away. It wasn't just her threat that scared me - it was her. I was convinced there were no limits to what she would do.
Soon I was staring up at her massive pale ass which was covered only by the pair of tight black panties. She'd always had a big butt, but it was only now I saw how enormous it had grown since college. She brought it closer, wobbling it tauntingly from side to side while giggling in anticipation. My mouth went dry. I felt so sick.
Her knees pressed into my forearms, stopping me from making another escape attempt as her ass hovered above my face. She tensed up and leaned slightly, like she was trying to coax one out.
"Kim! Wait! Please, don't..."
"...Let one rip?" she finished for me. "Okay. I won't, for now."
She relaxed. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, but my heart was still thumping, and her ass still threateningly close to my head. It can't have been more than a foot away, and those panties barely covered any of it. Even though her gas had mostly dissipated, the smell of her sweaty butt was nearly as bad.
Then, to my horror, she began to descend.
"What-"
"I said I wouldn't fart," she laughed. "I didn't say I'd let you go."
Her ass came down inch by inch, coming steadily closer with me powerless to stop her. The best I could do was use my trapped wrists as leverage to pull my head into the pillow. Kim's ass was all I could see. I cringed as my nose made contact with those worn black panties. Oh, Jesus. There had to be a way out of this, some way of stopping what seemed to be inevitable.
Although my body was frozen, I was thinking more clearly than ever. I had to bargain while I still could, before my face got buried in... that. I opened my mouth, not knowing for sure what I was going to say until the words, "I'll pay you!" came tumbling out.
She stopped her descent not a moment too soon. My nose was wedged halfway up her ass. If she dropped another couple of inches, it would smother me for sure.
"You'll pay me."
"Yeah!"
"That's disgusting."
What? Me, the disgusting one? I was about to scoff in disbelief, but I never got the chance. Because it was at that moment that things really did get disgusting.
Kim dropped her hips, and suddenly I couldn't see anything at all. My face - hell, my entire head - began slipping into her ass like a wedgie. She wiggled her pale butt from side to side, forcing my face ever deeper between those huge, nasty cheeks, and I tried to scream but was too horrified to do even that. This was it. The ultimate humiliation.
There was a horrible moment when neither of us said anything; I hadn't fully registered what had happened, and Kim was probably savouring the moment. Then I felt hot sweat soak in through her underwear, and I gagged. The sound of me trying not to vomit made her chuckle. I could practically sense the smug smile on her face.
"Having fun down there?" she called, jiggling her ass ever so slightly. I retched again, losing my last bit of precious oxygen. I hadn't taken a breath in thirty seconds, and my mouth was completely blocked under her weight. I had to sniff. There was no other option.
I took a tiny, shallow inhale - and immediately coughed it out again. The smell of stale sweat and farts was toe-curling.
"Sounds like you're having fun."
Nausea set in. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out this tiny sliver of light from where her crack ended. Then she sat down fully, mashing my features against my skull, and I couldn't see anything at all.
I gave a muffled scream, expecting her to move. She didn't. She just sat there, her full weight on my face, trapping me in the confines of her ass. I tried so hard to breathe but couldn't. A primal panic washed over me, and I struggled harder than ever before: kicking, bucking, jerking my head, opening my jaw as wide as it would go. Finally, I managed to free an arm from her pin and press it blindly into her ass cheek, trying uselessly to lift her off. She barely moved, though with her cheek pulled to the side, I was able to take another desperate sniff.
By that point I needed oxygen so bad that I didn't even care how vile it smelled. I sucked up a breath, then another, then another, never once losing my grip on her huge, sweaty ass.
She sat up maybe an inch, keeping a grip on my other arm. "Damn. You're really weak, you know that? I can't believe I was scared of you."
"...please..." I begged between gasps.
"Lucky for you, I've decided to leave you alone tonight. I just need one more thing."
I was so busy panting that I could only whisper the word, "Anything."
In that moment, I meant it. I'd pay her, pay the rent, be her bitch until this nightmare was over and I could figure out what to do next. That all changed when I heard her reply.
"Kiss my ass."
I was astounded. "What?"
"You heard me. Kiss it."
My spirit was so broken after everything I'd endured that I very nearly did what she asked. It wasn't worth getting her angry. But then the pride I'd built over the past few years kicked in, the same pride that made me get good grades, move out of my shitty neighbourhood and into a decent university. That was who I was. I couldn't control what she did, but I could control what I did.
"No." I said firmly.
When Kim spoke again, she was barely containing her laughter. "Okay. This'll be fun!"
She fell back onto my face with such force that my whole body bounced on the mattress. I swiped blindly at her with my free hand, but it was hopeless. I was trapped.
Before, I'd thought she'd been sitting with her full weight. Now I realised how wrong I was. She moved her legs up to my body and sat on me, not squashing my face but crushing it. I screamed into her ass, but the seal was so tight I could barely hear myself.
This went on for what felt like forever. Just as my lungs started to burn, she pressed her butt even more heavily onto my face and launched herself upright. I managed to take a greedy snatch of air before she fell back down, smothering me once again.
"How about it? Are you ready to beg?"
Even if I was, there was no way I could respond. Her ass was pressed around me so tightly that I couldn't get a whiff of air. As my lungs started to burn once more, the panic set in. I raised my free arm, tensed my fingers, and scratched her, hard, down her hip.
"Ow!" she yelled. It was hardly the blood-curling scream I'd been hoping for, but God was it satisfying.
I was expecting her to punish me somehow once the shock wore off. Instead, she chuckled darkly. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?" she said, sitting up once again.
I took a breath of sweet, relatively fresh air. "Just let me go."
"Then you know what you have to do."
To my amazement, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and began to slide them down. I caught a glimpse of her ass crack and I tried to squeeze my eyes shut but something stopped me. My head was spinning. I couldn't believe this was happening. What the hell was wrong with this woman?
"Oh, Jesus," I groaned as her bare ass came into view.
"How about it?" she said brightly. "Either you kiss it, or... well, I'm sure you can figure out the alternative. I'll give you one minute to decide."
The room was dark but I could still see every inch of her pale white butt. The smell of it was unbearable, and if I didn't appease her, it would get so much worse. I gagged violently.
My hesitation seemed to rile her. "Alright, you know what? This is a one-time deal. Either you kiss it, or you spend the whole night as my cushion. Your choice."
The thought of kissing her ass was absolutely horrifying, but the idea of being forced between those naked cheeks was even worse. And if she let rip again... My stomach rolled. I'd made my decision.
I pulled myself up a little and pressed my lips to her cold, sweaty butt cheek. I could actually taste the clammy sweat. As I peeled my lips away from her smelly ass, my face burning with embarrassment, I became sure of one thing: her sitting on me wasn't the ultimate humiliation. This was.
"Well, damn," she said. "That wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be, but a deal's a deal."
Thank God. It was finally over.
"You know what, though? I've been having stomach cramps all this time. Be a shame to let 'em go to waste."
In my exhausted state, it took me a second to realise the danger in her words. "Wait-"
hsssssssssst
A scalding hot jet of air washed over my face like a wave of pure, unfiltered stink. I immediately clamped my mouth shut and pulled desperately at her grasp. It was no use. She had me pinned, and this time, she wasn't letting me go after she let loose.
I panicked, but my survival instincts were stronger. My whole body went into lockdown: I didn't move or protest, knowing I had to conserve what little air was still in my lungs. I waited for the gas to dissipate, for the intense heat to flow away, but it didn't seem to be lessening at all.
"Oh Jesus, that's fucking vile," she retched. What sort of person gags on their own fart? Just how bad was that monster? You're gonna find out soon, said some awful smug voice at the back of my mind.
I prayed silently, opened my mouth, and drew a breath.
I can't tell you how foul that fart tasted - yes, tasted. All I can say is that up to that point, it was the worst moment I've ever lived through. The taste was like chomping down on a rotten egg, and if there had been anything at all in my stomach, I would have immediately thrown it up. The tears I'd managed to hold back flowed freely down my cheeks, and I entered a cycle of gagging, then gasping, then retching again.
"Wow, listen to that. I almost feel sorry for you down there," said Kim, and I could tell she was doing her best not to breathe it in. At least she was away from the source.
I don't know how long this torture went on for. It felt at least half an hour, but could just as easily have been a few minutes. My mind kept greying out, like it was shutting down, but then I'd take a tiny gulp of tainted air and the whole disgusting cycle would begin again.
Bile slowly flooded my mouth as I took her hot eggy gas from point blank. She never let me go, not even when the last remnants of her fart were finally gone. After some time she stopped resisting my struggles so much and I managed to break free and run back into the hallway. I should've been grateful that I was getting fresh air, but instead, I could barely function.
She sauntered out of the bedroom while I was gasping for breath. I flinched, terrified that she was going to torture me even more somehow, but she didn't give me a glance. Just picked up her jeans and walked casually into her bedroom.
A minute later, she was snoring.
Six hours later, I was still awake.
