When I worked in the mobile phone shop in the 90’s in lakeside shopping centre part 2

 

 

 

 No sex so don’t feel guilty she said lets just enjoy it ok then I  said I was really excited just the thought of putting my hand on this hot arse and the tit feel would be was nice also , I placed my right hand tentatively onto her arse, the feel of her arse was something else it felt warm and the tight trousers added to the feel , she said don’t by shy but your hand on my arse crack and she pulled the top of her trousers so they wedged tightly up her arse .  I put my hand on her crack my cock was really hard, she said 2 things we need to hurry as we are going to be missed and can you fell my knickers though the trousers, yes I said are they lacey and tight . She said that she loved pink lacey panties and always wore them tight as she loved walking around the shop feeling her knickers across her fanny and arse. Then she said put your other hand on my breasts , reached round an felt her left tit , it was very firm and the nipple was rock hard I said are you aroused as your nipple is bullet hard she said yes and her pussy was wet very wet , she said are you ready then I said yes she pushed out a really hot airy fart onto my hand the cubicle stunk of rich eggy gas , her nipple felt sexy in my hand but the hand on her arse was having the most fun feeling the hot gas pass through her drawers and trousers , she said last one then we you better go out first , she pushed really hard and farted a really long hot fart 40 seconds at least this time mixed with the eggy smell was a distinct dirty knicker smell , oops sorry she said that sometimes happens the fart carries the smell of my knickers with it especially when I am really wet , ohhhh it’s really sexy I said . This repeated itself 4 times that day I asked her on the last one just before we finished up how many times she farted in a day, she said 90 to 100 times by the time she went to bed. I then asked her if she could wear the same knickers for the last 3 days before the weekend, she said that she would but would have to tell her boyfriend she was sick as he would moan if she was walking around in smelly knickers when they were together, but this is so much fun she said she was wetter than when she had sex. Then next day she came in she had on a different pair of trousers these were even tighter and caressed her arse like a glove, when we were alone out the back she whispered in my ear that she had the same knickers on and had worn them all night and had farted 40 more times since leaving work and coming back in to work. I could not wait for our first session in the toilet, she had been 3 times already as it was awkward for me to go with her , she said she had farted 22 times in the 3 visits to the toilet already , it was around 11am the 6^th visit to the toilet that I got to Join Kelly . It was just us 3 into today and the manageress said she would main the front of the shop and gave us some stock taking to do so we had the rest of the day in the back room just me and Kelly. We could not believe it this meant I could go to the toilet every time Kelly needed to fart not just the 4 sessions. The first visit she said she was extra gassy today more than usual , she poked her bum out slightly and before I could get my hand on her arse and tits she farted loudly though her trousers , the fart smelled of cabbage and really dirty knickers ohh gosh Kelly said you can really smell my knickers now , they are filthy and its only day 2 , she released 8 farts on the first visit I really need to cum but we left it long enough between each cubicle visit to let me penis recover , the 9^th visit just before closing Kelly must of farted over a hundred times , I really wanted to see her knickers but she would not let me telling me all good things come to those who wait . I said just before she went will you still have the same knickers on tomorrow, she said of course and we left for the night . The next day we knew we had more stock taking so would get the back room to ourselves as it was just us 2 and the manager , when Kelly walked in the next day I was so excited she had on her usual blouse with pert nipples showing , but she also was wearing a knee length tight black skirt , it hugged her bum and could clearly see the faint line of her knickers through the skirt , I could picture them now up her skirt stuck to her arse and fanny . What I noticed when she came near me is I could clearly smell dirty knickers, I said in her ear I can smell your knickers , She whispered back I know luckily its Friday definitely would not get away with another day wearing them , she said if you lucky ill give you them at the end of the day I said really at least I will get to see them at last , she said you will be seeing them all day today hence the skirt . Marrisa called to me to come to the front of the shop , When I got to the front there was a customer walking round the shop , so Marrisa whispered in my ear have you noticed I thin Kelly’s knickers are dirty can you smell them , I Said no but wasn’t convincing she said to me please keep her out the back we will get complaints from clients I might send her home I said I cant smell anything ill keep her out the back I promise . When I went out the back, I relayed the conversation, but Kelly said she felt so horny she didn’t care. She said I had to go to the loo whilst you were out the front, I really needed to fart badly oohhhhhh I said not work there is an endless supply for you today. The first visit was 5 minutes after this conversation she said ohh I’m desperate to fart again, I peeked through to the front and Marrisa was serving a queue of clients. I went into the toilet with Kelly, first thing she said is you can put your hand my skirt and feel my knickers and bum, but you’re not allowed to touch my vagina, my boyfriend has no interest in my bum, so I feel less guilty if you play with my bum only is that ok, I said yes please. I slowly put my hand up her skirt I made it last the anticipation of my hand about to meet her knickers and bum I had been looking at her panty line for last 10 days fantasising about feeling her knickers would be like. When my hand got to them, I wasn’t disappointed they were skintight across her arse and felt warm and sexy, I got my finger and run it up her arse crack being careful not to touch her pussy. As I did this Kelly let out a slow fart, it felt heavenly dirty knickers being soaked in farts, the hot lace and tight arse crack was making my cock extremely hard, I carried on sliding my finger up and down her crack over the knickers and she just kept farting, I asked her how many times she farted in a day she giggled slightly letting another fart go through her filthy knickers , if I have eaten cheese or any dairy to be honest she said there is always a fart waiting at my bum hole , like as soon as I fart another one is there , So I could keep pushing them out constantly .

When I worked in the mobile phone shop in the 90’s in lakeside shopping centre

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I worked in a mobile phone shop for 6 months in between this is a real and true story, only time anything has happened to me like this even 30 years later never had this experience again. I have a raging fetish for panties and female farts, It was a 6 months temporary job from the summer to Christmas. Boring really most of the time you would sit around and for the first 3 weeks considered leaving until Kelly a new girl started, she wasn’t overly pretty a bit of a plain Jane, but she had a great body slim with some good sized breasts but not big just pert with fairly big nipples and a tight but curvy bum, the females could wear black trousers and blouse or a black skirt and blouse. You had to supply your own clothes. Kelly first day she was wearing trousers black but really tight like tight like yoga pants but trouser material. They really covered her arse perfectly thought the manager would comment as she was female but didn’t say anything about the trousers. They would often ride up Kelly’s arse throughout the day and you could see a faint panty line, looked like she was wearing some kind of tanga style knickers underneath, that first day I spent most of the time making sure I was behind her but not obvious so she would notice so I could perv on her arse. She would occasionally pull the out of her bum when she thought no one was looking. But I managed to catch her doing it every time. Not a bit tit man more into legs and bum but her breasts were erotic the nipples were always poking into her blouse combined with her arse I mostly had a hard on all day, I wore tight boxers and looser trousers so it wouldn’t show. The next thing Kelly did to excess was visit the toilet in the back of the shop, it was a unisex cubicle and there was only one was 3 of us men and 2 girls Kelly and the manager, the manager had been moaning about the toilet being unisex for 2 years she had said but the shop was not big enough for 2 toilets.  One time I genuinely need to use the loo after Kelly as needed a number 1 , when I went in the toilet is smelled of rotten eggs although mingled with Kelly’s perfume that she had sprayed to try and get rid of the smell but the fart must have been really strong as it over powered the perfume gave me a serious stiffy thinking how it had come out of her tight arse . This sort of went on for about a week me perving over her tight trouser covered arse and tits and 1 out of 4 times go to the loo after her every time the toilet smelled of farts , she visited the toilet some days 12 times , if it smelled like farts every 4^th time that meant she was farting every time she went in the toilet . The following week was when the fun really started Marissa the manager was in the toilet, to be fair she only used it once or twice a day but seemed to take a bit of time as women did when she did go. I was out the back for once as usually was front counter based but Kelly and Steve were out front serving, Kelly came out the back and went to the toilet door that was in the back of the back room, turned the handle and realised it was locked Marrisa called out that she was in the toilet and would try not to be long . Kelly then started to jiggle her legs making her bum go side to side in an effort she said to me tod hold her wee as she really need to go for a number 1 , this made the tight trousers go up her arse even more to my delight . Wasn’t expecting what happened next Kelly bent forward slightly and moaned like she was in pain then a long airy fart escaped her bum was around 40 seconds she clapped her hand over her bum and went really red. She looked at me and said sorry that just slipped out, the room was filled with a rich rotten egg smell and I nearly cum in my pants. She said sorry again and told me she hardly ever farted. I just came out with it arse you sure every time I go the toilet after you it smells like it does now. She said OK smarty pants you got me then another fart bubbled this time out of her trousers and knickers, we were the only ones in the back room and I said I kind of like the smell its raunchy . She said really my boyfriend mark thinks it disgusting and ill be honest I have a condition IBS that makes me fart all the time. I said I thought you went to the loo a lot. I said I know you got a boyfriend, but you bum really turns me on and the farts are so raunchy. That was it the next 6 months was a dream time I had a girlfriend, but she never farted round me, it was the 90’s so no real internet so other that 3 or 4 occasions since I was young had a heard a real woman fart my fetish was just fantasy. Kelly told me she found it hot that I liked her bum and farts and we played games secretly whilst we worked, luckily we never got caught. It started with her telling me when she needed to fart, she now had a strong air freshener I would follow her 30 seconds after to the back room making an excuse I need to get an accessory , we would go into the cubicle together how we didn’t get caught I didn’t know first week , and this was 4 or 5 times a day to be fair , she needed to fart much more but that all I thought I could get away with . We would go into the cubicle for like 3 minutes at the most so not to get caught , the first week it was no touching as didn’t want to over step mark , she would lean forward with her bum sticking out I would stand behind the toilet was narrow but long enough for me to go behind and see her tight arse , my hard one was raging then she would fart some times in the 3 minutes 8 or nine airy farts I would get intoxicated by the hot stench of her arse , she did tell me that she could of kept on farting more but 3 minutes was enough as not to get caught. I could not believe it the job was shit but this was heaven every night when I get home I would wank to the memory I thought that was it 4 times a days in the cubicle sniffing her farts heaven , it was the following week we were in the cubicle and she asked me if I wanted to feel her arse whilst she farted I said really she said yes but for my added pleasure can you put one hand on my breasts at the same time , are you sure what about your boyfriend she said this was so much fun and harmless .

 

The Prison by TripleDe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PART 1

Kyle was a lot of things. He was short, spineless, wimpy, pathetic, and overall a dork. But, unknown to the court, Kyle was far from nefarious.

As soon as the judge slammed down his gavel, Kyle’s heart shrunk. The “18-months” rang in his head like a blaring alarm clock, never leaving his mind's eye. He sulked every step of the process, including through processing. He did notice something peculiar while they were stripping and searching him: all the other inmates waiting to get processed were women. Had he been put in a co-ed prison? Was this a mistake?
“Alright, Kylie, step forw-” The guard instructing Kyle froze, trying not to laugh. “Sorry, Kyle.” As the guard nonchalantly threw the form down on the table and began stripping Kyle, he glanced at it. Apparently, someone thought it would be funny to write in pen “fe” in front of the “sex/gender” section. His heart dropped again. He looked around for more signs and as soon as his boxers dropped to the floor, he saw it: “Glendale Women’s Correctional Facility”.

All the guards and inmates held back tears of joy while they watched Kyle reluctantly glide through the hallways, passing each cell giving him a new catcall. First, it was a whistle. Next, a meow or a hiss. Following was a wave of comments like “I’d like to see what’s in that jumpsuit” and “I need that ass”. When he finally pulled up to his cell, he tried to explain to the guard escorting him. “I swear, I am not supposed to be here. There was a mixup.” He pleaded. “Yeah, like it’s the first time we’ve heard that…” the guard laughed. As the bars slammed shut, he was greeted with a friendly “Hey bitch boy”.

This was Kyle’s new cellmate. She was 6’1, with braided jet black hair, bulging muscles, and currently, sweat. A whole lot of sweat. She smirkingly sauntered over to Kyle and looked at him. “Name’s Mara, looks like we’re gonna’ be bunking it. I’d apologize ‘bout the smell but I know guys like you are always nasty”. The smell was something to apologize for. The aroma of BO and the stench of feet filled the room to the brim with the reminder of Mara’s leering and overbearing presence. What you could assume was her bed on the top was yellow with sweat stains and whatever else, the sink was flooded with soaked dirty socks and underwear filling it, and, of course, the toilet was clogged nearly to the brim. “I haven’t had the chance to really, you know, clean up. Hopefully, you can get to that actually.” She said, playfully punching his shoulder a little too hard. “Uh… how would I… don’t they have people to do that?” Mara shrugged, “Not here they don’t. And you’re gonna’ do that dirty work whether you like it…” Mara belched a long and sloppy burp straight into Kyle face, and, of course, mouth. “...or not.”

Kyle knew he couldn’t let this woman walk all over him. If they were going to be roommates, she would need to know to not step on him like this. “I’m not doing it. It’s your mess, Mara, you clean it.” Unnervingly, this made Mara even more excited than she had been. “How ‘bout this… first one submittin’ to the other has to clean up around here. Deal?” She sloppily spits in her hand and extends it. Kyle, hesitantly, spits into his hand and reaches hers. All of a sudden, Mara grabs Kyle’s spitfilled hand, flips him around, and puts him in an arm lock. Mara swivels Kyle around and shoots her arm in the sky so Kyle’s met face to face with her putrid-smelling armpit. “Here’s the thing, Kyle. To submit to me, you really gotta’ prove it. I just got back from my daily weightlifting and since I can’t hit the showers until tomorrow and you’re just the perfect height, I’m gonna’ need you to get in there and lick up that nasty mess. Think you can do that for me, baby?” Mara mocked.

“And… if I don’t?” Mara laughs. “Oh, I’m hoping you don’t…” She pivots him again, facing… the clogged and overflowing toilet. “See, honey, I’ve been having to piss and shit on that thing for the last couple of weeks, and all I need is a nice pretty face to push all that goodness down. Think you’re up for the challenge? Or do you wanna’ get lickin’?” Kyle was starting to regret his decision to try and stand up for himself. The wave of BO, sweat, and under-armpit stench was nearly knocking him out even being a foot away. He couldn’t even imagine what it was like making his tongue actually graze the source of the stink and, not to mention, seal his submission to Mara for the rest of their days. “Oh, what’s that? You want the toile-” Kyle lunged forward before she could finish and just went to town. He frenched Mara’s sweaty armpit like there was no tomorrow, while Mara was nearly in tears laughing. Cups and cups of Mara’s salty sweat were going straight down Kyle’s throat, but the trooper continued, even through the knots of armpit hair.

17 minutes. Kyle had been licking Mara’s sweaty armpit for a full 17 minutes until he stopped and Mara finally calmed herself. “Wow, bitch boy… I’m starting to reallllly like you…” Mara laughed as Kyle grew more and more deathly concerned. Kyle slowly picks out an armpit hair stuck in his mouth. “Don’t… mention it… hey, where’s my pillow?” It looked like the bottom bunk was pillowless. After scanning the room, Kyle found it lying on the chair. “Oh, lucky you. The seats are always so hard on my ass that I need that kinda’ cushion but help yourself. Plus, after eating so many gassy meals, it’s a great fart absorber. Speakin’ of…” Mara grabbed the pillow from Kyle with ease and let out a triumphant and bellow gas bomb onto the pillow, with a slightly wet squeak. Mixed with the stench of her sweaty cheeks, Kyle’s finally acknowledged that he’s gonna’ have a pretty difficult time ignoring Mara, and now her ass cheeks. “She’s all yours! Sorry ‘bout the booty stains, but you’ll have to get used to that. Remember you’re borrowing the seat cushion, hun. There’s only two sets a’ cheeks its touchin’...” Kyle tried everything in his being to fight back, but all he could muster up was: “...Yes…Ma’am”.

“Great! Now, you’ve got a long night ahead of you cleaning. Remember to hang my socks and panties after you fish them out of the sink. I got a whole clothing line thing setup right there.” Mara pointed to a thin wire hanging right about where Kyle’s head would be sleeping all night, meaning he would be pelted with drops of Mara’s sock and panty sweat hitting across his face, and, let’s face it, in his open mouth. To Kyle’s dismay, the nightmare just kept getting worse. “Anywho, have fun! I gotta’ laundry list for ya’ tomorrow.” Mara said, vaulting herself up on her top bunk. “Sleep tight, bitch boy!” Needless to say, Kyle learned his lesson: he was never parking in a handicap spot again.

PART 2

He was finally free. The giant iron bars of the all-female correctional facility swung open as Kyle clicked his heels at the exit. No more rock-hard beds. No more shitty meals. And most importantly: no more Mara. As Kyle chantied out of his prison he was met by a supermodel next to a sports car. She had bright red hair and an unbelievable body. She tossed Kyle the keys with a wink and Kyle caught them with one hand. Kyle cooly walked right up to the model and pulled her close. “Hey there… handsome…” Her breath kind of stunk, and smelt like expired milk and sulfur, but Kyle smelt past that and locked his lips with her. He frenched the hell out of her while she puffed breaths into his lungs. With one big puff, he abruptly woke up.

It was pitch dark. He could faintly see some orange, but couldn’t make out what it was, and couldn’t breathe. Slowly, he started to realize, it was Mara. She sat her full huge ass down on his facing, engulfing his head and thus his whole world. “Wakey, wakey, bitch boy! Wake up and smell the…” Mara scrunched her face to push out a gargantuan toot onto Kyle’s mouth. “Ahh, roses…”. Kyle flailed and struggled to get Mara off him, which was met with bellowing laughter and not a single budge. Finally, Mara decided to get off him, to which he took a deep (and tainted) breath of not-so-fresh air. “Sorry, dude. I need some seat cushion time so we gotta’ be sharing from time to time. You know our times are gonna’ overlap.” Kyle quickly regained consciousness and unfortunately sunk back into the role of Mara’s bitch. He woke up from a dream and returned to a nightmare.

“Ready for breakfast? ‘Cmon. Can’t wait to show you off to all the gals.” Mara easily grabbed Kyle’s wrist and dragged him out of the stench-filled bed through the halls of prison, which erupted with laughter. All the female prisoners lined up to march toward the cafeteria while Kyle slid right behind Mara, continuing to let out a continuous stream of gas covering Kyle. The woman right behind Kyle especially found this hilarious. Her name was Rebecca. She was 5’11, had blonde hair, and easily had the biggest chest of anyone in the prison. “Hey, Mar’, who’s your new bitch? He looks kinda’ cute. Mind if he sits next to me at breakfast?” She was already ogling at Kyle, thinking of all the things she could do with him. “He’s all yours, Becca…” Kyle was confused. Why would Mara give him up that easily to some bimbo? Doesn’t she want to see him suffer? This wasn’t sitting right…

When they got to the cafeteria, they all sat down. Kyle was stuck right between Mara and Rebecca. A tray filled with a mix of bacon, hashbrowns and runny-scrambled eggs was slammed in front of him. Across from him was Florence, belching after every huge bite she took. “So where you from little fellah’?” Rebecca asked, petitely eating her breakfast. “Uh… Little Rock…” Rebecca leaned closer, fascinated by every word he said. “Ooo, so you’re, like, southern?” “Yeah… I guess so…” Mara was completely distracted at this point as if she knew Kyle was in ‘good hands’. “Let me ask you something, Kyle…” Rebecca was so close to him, that her chest was mixing in with all his food. Her breasts were covered in wet eggs. “You ever…” She drags her finger across the tray and licks some hashbrows off it. “...get a little rock-hard?” Kyle, clearly uncomfortable, tries to back away, but Mara, the wall she is, is keeping him. “Uh…” Then, he gets a whiff of Rebecca’s breath. It’s putrid. It’s as if she’s never brushed her teeth a day in her life. “Come here… big boy…” She puckers her lips and plants them right on Kyle. She forcefully pushes her tongue to the back of his throat giving him the sloppiest French kiss ever. All the food she had eaten before being pushed right into his mouth for him to ‘savor'. Kyle was disgusted, horrified, and frozen in shock as he received Rebecca’s make-out session.

“Mm, you taste real good, Kyle…” Rebecca said, wiping away some egg on her lip. Kyle, trying not to throw up, tries collecting himself. “Uh… thanks.” “Tell me… now that we’re boyfriend-girlfriend… would you do anything for me?” Kyle is once again shocked. He doesn’t know how to respond, but he knows upsetting this woman is not his best option. “Uh… yeah, okay…” Rebecca’s eyes dilate as she locks contact with Kyle. “That’s amazing to hear. So you’d even, like, eat my boogers hehe” Before Kyle could even react, Rebecca starts hocking a loogie. “Well, I don’t kno-”. Before Kyle could respond, Rebecca spat up the most disgusting green snot glob out of her throat and into Kyle’s lip, covering every inch of mouth. He is absolutely revolted and frozen in shock once again. “Omg you must, like, reeeeally like me to let me do that hehe” Kyle, inaudible due to his mouth being full of nasty snot, cannot respond. Next, Rebecca scratches the back of her jumpsuit, getting her hand deep in her asscrack. “Would you even, like, suck on my dirty ass fingers?” Rebecca plunged her ass-smelling, dry shit-stained fingers deep into Kyle’s mouth, twirling them around making sure they touch every part. Kyle is trying everything in his power not to throw up or make a scene, intimidated by the whole table and revolted by Rebecca. “Um.. Ac..tually…Rebe…cca..” “Oh!” Rebecca bends underneath the table, takes off her smelly slipper, brings it to the table and scoops up the breakfast mush into it. “Would you even eat this whole terrible breakfast out of my nasty, 2-year old sweaty foot-jammed slipper?” Without even giving him time to respond, Rebecca plunged the atrocity into his face like a troff and waited for him to finish it before pulling it away. Helpless, Kyle shoveled disgusting morsel after morsel of foot-smelling mush into his mouth already tainted by every taste and smell imaginable. After he finally finished the last toe-jam-soaked hashbrown, he passed out.

When Kyle awoke, he was met with Mara facing him with a big grin on her face. “What… happened…” “Rebecca happened… Glad you could meet her. I thought you might like her. Now, get your ass up. I wanna hit the gym and need someone to do squats over while I sweat my ass off. Oh, and she left you this…” Mara slapped a sweat and BO-soaked napkin onto Kyle’s face. It read: “Dear Kylepoo, I’m like so happy you love me so much you’d do like all that gross stuff just for me. It really shows how much you’d do for me and I love it. Can’t wait to do this every meal!! Tmrw we’ve got cornflakes, and I’ll allow you to eat straight from my booty ;) (ur welcome) see ya cutie!!”

Gloria's Ghostly Gas by Notemania

 

Finding a nice house can be quite a challenge, especially for young adults. It was for this reason that Joshua was quick to accept what he considered to be the deal of a lifetime. By some miraculous chance, he managed to find a mansion that was somehow not only affordable, but was somehow one of the cheapest options available. Though rumours of a ghost haunting the mansion made him a bit weary, he tried his best to convince himself that it was just a superstition. After all, there’s no such thing as ghosts, right?

As Josh entered his new home, he noticed how unkempt it seemed. It was as though nobody had lived there in years, which given the rumours, really didn’t come as a surprise. “No matter, it may take ages, but I’m sure I’ll be able to clean up this mess.” he thought to himself.

Unfortunately, the rumours were actually true. This house was haunted by a lady named Gloria. In her life, Gloria was a mischievous young lady who married into a wealthy lifestyle. She always liked to mess with her maids and butlers in her past life. It ended up getting so bad that one day one of her butlers decided that she had enough and decided to poison her, leading to her death.

Her existence for the past several years had been a lonely one, as her home was left abandoned after signs of her haunting had shown. Now however she finally had someone to play with, and she was determined to keep him forever.

As the meek and timid young man walked towards the staircase, Gloria had an idea for her first trick. Still remaining invisible and incorporeal, she pulled off her ghostly gown and flew in front of him, placing her large ass onto his face and letting out a long silent fart into his nose.

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Josh felt the sudden gust of warm air hit his face, and as the stench entered his nose, his face scrunched up and tears filled his eyes. He had no idea where this sudden foul stench came from, but he figured that it was probably just a problem with the house that he had to get fixed at some point, so he just took note of it and went on upstairs.

As he began unpacking his belongings in the master bedroom, Gloria decided that she wanted to pull that trick on him again, once again placing her ass onto his face and letting out a silent fart.

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“Ew, what the heck?” Joshua yelled as the smell of Gloria’s ghostly gas burned his nose, desperately trying to fan the awful smell away from him, but to no avail. Finding his suffering to be hilarious, Gloria continued letting her gas out onto his face, following him wherever he went in his bedroom.

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“Ugh! Why is this smell getting worse?!” Josh cried out as his nose continued to be filled with Gloria’s farts. “You know what! I need to call a cleaning service or something! This is unbearable!”

He reached for his phone, but then realized that he must have left it in his car. Frustrated, he began walking towards the bedroom door, before Gloria suddenly shut it closed.

“What the?!” he cried out in fear as he witnessed the door shut itself. His fears were made even worse when he tried to open the door but couldn’t manage to do so as Gloria held the door shut.

“Hehehe, foolish human!” Gloria said as Josh desperately tried to escape the room.

“What’s going on! Who’s there?!” Josh said with absolute terror. “Is this a trick!?”

“I’m glad you asked, pathetic little boy!” Gloria said as she pushed Josh away from the door, then making her ghostly body visible in front of the terrified young man. Her thick and imposing form towered over the small man, especially in his cowering form.

“No! No no no! This can’t be happening! There’s no such thing as ghosts! There’s no such thing as ghosts!” The boy tried to convince himself that this whole situation was in his head, but it was very much a real situation.

“How could you say that? Can’t you see that there’s one right in front of you?” Gloria asked smuggly.

“This isn’t happening! This isn’t real!” Joshua said, still terrified out of his mind.

“Oh, but it is! This is all very real!” Gloria said as she brought her face close to his and lifted his head up by his chin, “And I’m going to play with you forever!”

Gloria then lifted up Josh’s small body and placed it onto her bed, which she had been keeping clean just in case an opportunity like this would arise. She pinned his body onto the bed by holding his hands, looking down at the boy with a mischievous grin.

“What are you gonna do?” Josh asked with fear, barely even able to speak properly.

“I’m going to do what I’ve been waiting years to do!” Gloria said, “For the rest of your life, as well as your afterlife, I’m going to keep you as my fart slave! I want to make you squirm, I want to make you cry, and most of all, I want to make you suffer!”

“What!” Josh cried out with terror, “No way! I refuse!”

“Oh, but I’m afraid that you have no choice in the matter!” Gloria taunted, “In fact, to make sure you don’t try and escape, I think I’ll rip your soul right out of your body right now!”

Hearing this threat paralyzed Josh with fear. He wanted to run away and never look back on this horrible mansion again, but instead he was stuck in place as Gloria grabbed into his chest and tore his soul right out of his body, leaving the body an empty husk that Gloria shoved off of the bed and quickly disintegrated, leaving nothing of his physical form but ash.

“Now your pathetic soul belongs to me, and you have no escape!” Gloria said as she placed her ass over his face, smothering him under her soft and gooey cheeks. Now on the same plane of existence as her, Joshua was able to take in the full extent of her stench, his eyes filling with tears as the awful smell of her asshole filled his nose. Looking at his whimpering face through her translucent body, Gloria couldn’t help but laugh, “God, I haven’t even farted on you yet and you’re crying already? You really are pathetic! Here, I’ll give you something to cry about!”

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Gloria blasted poor Josh’s face with her gas, filling his nose with a stench much like the mysterious smell he had dealt with ealy, except far worse.

“Heeheehee! Now that’s something to cry about! Smell my farts you weakling!” Gloria cheered as she wiggled herself on the smaller ghost as she filled his nostrils up with her horrific gas, leading him to scream.

“You and I are alone in this mansion! Even if your spirit was strong enough to impact the living world, no one would be able to hear your screams!” Gloria taunted, “You’re trapped with me forever, so you better get used to your new existence!”

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Gloria continued farting up poor Josh’s nose, taking pleasure in tormenting the weak soul. She’s waited years alone in hopes that someone would be foolish enough to move into the abandoned mansion and be her play thing, and after all those years, she finally got exactly what she wanted. The fact that Joshua’s spirit was so weak and malleable however was not something she was expecting, but with how much stronger she was, keeping him trapped with her for the rest of eternity would be easier than she ever anticipated. She was his goddess, and wanted to make sure he knew that.

“You know, I’m already having a lot of fun with you, but I think I know a way to make this even better!” Gloria said as she grabbed the blanket and pulled it through her waist, covering everything below with it, “Now all of my awful gas will be trapped around your face!”

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Gloria proceeded to fill her blanket up with her gas, trapping all of her emissions under the cursed covers, leading the weaker ghost to squirm under her as the stench got worse and worse. Though ghosts typically don’t have to breathe, Gloria was manipulating his very soul to force him to continue sniffing her gas, entirely against his own will.

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“Ahaha! This is absolutely perfect! Squirm beneath me like the pathetic little worm you are!” Gloria exclaimed as she tormented her unfortunate victim, loving the feeling of his desperate squirms and struggles under her ass. To her, this was well worth the wait, and she was ready to cling onto his soul for the rest of eternity, trapping him in his own personal hell all so she could continue feeling the heavenly bliss that his suffering brought her.

Trapped under the covers and being forced to breathe in the fart filled air, Joshua wondered what he did to deserve this cruel fate. He was far from a bad person in his life, he was just incredibly unlucky. Nevertheless, this was his destiny. In a matter of minutes he went from being a somewhat average young adult to being the eternal fart slave of a ghost lady. All he could do now is hope and pray that she’d grow bored of tormenting him and allow him to move on into a better afterlife, but that wouldn’t happen anytime soon.