Description: this is an avant-garde fart fetish story. I hope you enjoy!
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"Denise, it's already 1:40 P.M., we better start walking or we'll be late for your appointment to the dentist at 2 P.M.!", said Walter, encouraging his sister Denise to get out from the house and hurry up, "It takes 15 minutes of walking on average to get there, it's a sensible idea to start walking a little bit early, to avoid getting there late!", he continued.
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Denise let out a big, loud, smelly fart and laughed happily.
"Could you please stop passing gas like that once in a while, and start walking to the dentist's office?", said Walter, slightly annoyed, but he was used to the fact Denise farted pretty much all the time. It was a bad habit of hers that everyone, including her family, friends, teachers and acquaintances, knew really well. She farts all the time with no shame, around anyone, and her unusual behaviour usually shocks people who have just met her. Her farts also usually smell really bad, which makes her behaviour even more annoying for the people around her. Her farts are so smelly and frequent that some people are surprised something like that is even physically possible for a human being.
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"Okay...", she said, immediately after ripping yet another one of her stinky farts, feeling slightly annoyed but also scared of the dentist, rolling her eyes and shivering from the fear and anxiety. Sweating nervously, she followed Walter and went outside, starting their walk towards the dentist, who has to check her dental health due to some strange pain she had been feeling on her teeth from time to time. The atmosphere outdoors was gloomy, a Monday winter afternoon with overcast weather and a temperature of 5 °C (41 °F, 278 K). The grey clouds and the chilly wind were making her shiver even more, as if fear alone was not enough. One thing both Walter and Denise noticed was the emptiness of the streets, which they found really eerie for some reason. They felt like something was off. There were no cars driving through the streets, no people, no sounds made by humans at all, and yet the neon lights of the now-empty malls were constantly on. It felt like everyone abandoned the city for some reason, but neither Walter or Denise heard about anything like that at all either on the news or by other people, not even a passing comment about something that could possibly have hinted about that.
"The streets are so empty today...", said Denise.
"Right, it doesn't feel right", said Walter.
"...that means even though we're in the streets, I can fart whenever I want, right?⁓", said Denise, smirking happily.
"Please don't", said Walter, serious, crossing his arms as he kept walking. Even though there was nobody in the streets other than them, Walter was still feeling embarrassed at the idea of Denise farting openly like that in the streets.
"Oh come on! Nobody will hear it! I'll do that anyway...", said Denise, feeling proud of herself, and also satisfied, because she was holding a fart in for some time at this point, and the gas kept accumulating inside of her.
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"Ahhh⁓this was a big one! It felt good releasing it!", said Denise, giggling happily. Walter was walking in front of Denise. However, because of the wind direction, the smell of Denise's fart reached Walter's nose, even though they were outdoors, Denise's gas smelled really pungent and nasty anyway. It was like farting was her superpower. Since when they were little children, Walter hated Denise's farts, they always were too smelly for him to bear, and he always though she probably had some kind of problem in her stomach, but that was never professionally verified. Walter started groaning and complaining about the smell of Denise's fart, and that was something that made Denise laugh a lot, proud of herself and of her own gas.
"Walter, if you really want to avoid having to smell my gas, then I think it's not a good idea to be walking in front of me right now, the wind is going to blow my farts towards you⁓", said Denise, feeling like an angel for giving an advice like that to Walter, which he agreed with, so he stayed behind Denise to avoid having to inhale Denise's gas which emanated a really terrible odour. "Now, Walter, if you don't mind, I'm going to fart again, and I need your feedback so that I can know whether you are still able to smell it from behind there or not⁓prepare yourself!"
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"This burned my butt a little bit, it means it's super strong and stinky, so I feel sorry if you can smell it⁓", said Denise, waiting to hear any sound of disgust from Walter. Not even a couple of seconds later, she could hear Walter gagging and running away from her, way past her, getting in front of her again, even if quite distant this time. The thing that shocked Walter was how large the area that stunk of Denise's fart was, even outdoors. Denise's gas sure was powerful, being able to clear a relatively large outdoor area so quickly with a nasty, rotten, sulphuric smell that was so irritating and suffocating to breathe in. It almost felt like those were the farts of some kind of demoness. Of course, to Denise, Walter's reaction to the stench of her farts was amusing, entertaining and hilarious. The more genuinely disgusted and struggling he was at the smell, the more fun she had looking at his reactions. "Don't run away like that, Walter, you're leaving me behind! I can't run that fast! Please wait for me!", she told him, so he slowed down a bit as she got closer to him again.
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"No, Denise! Not again!", said Walter, feeling disgusted, and waiting for the impending stench that he knew was going to nearly knock him out, as usual. And after a couple of seconds, he realised he was indeed not wrong at all about it. The smell was so bad he knew there was no way he could willingly stay in that area where she farted, so he kept his distance again, but the wind was blowing her fart towards him again, so he walked behind her again, knowing it wasn't going to solve anything, since he could smell her fart anyway, but either way, he had no idea what he could do to avoid smelling Denise's farts. Probably nothing. Denise was laughing and giggling a lot at Walter's reactions to the smell of her gas, in the meanwhile.
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"AGAIN?", exclaimed Walter, shocked by how gassy Denise was, while she laughed at him saying that.
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"Sorry, I'm gassy!⁓", said Denise, who bursted laughing even harder and feeling even more satisfied than she was before. Walter was used to Denise farting really often, but sometimes he still feels shocked how gassy Denise really is.
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"Whoopsie⁓I told you! I really am a gassy girl! Tee-hee!⁓", she said, laughing, giggling, and waving the air around her playfully.
"Be careful! If you keep releasing your toxic winds like that, I think some birds might fall down dead from the sky!", said Walter, jokingly, trying to be at a long enough distance from Denise so that her farts didn't smell completely unbearable to him.
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"Pe-yew!", said Denise, wafting her own gas up towards her nose and smelling it, "My farts really do stink very badly, but I strongly doubt birds are going to fall down from the sky just because I fart, that only happens in cartoons!", said Denise, giggling about the thoughts of birds falling from the sky because of the smell of her farts.
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"Eww! My farts are so stinky! But birds are still not falling from the sky, see? We are not in a cartoon", said Denise, giggling.
Walter was gagging and retching really bad at the unbearably smelly farts that Denise kept ripping all the time, but he thought about what she just said, and wondered if he, in fact, was not real, and just a character in a fictional story written by someone. Or otherwise part of a fictional or simulated environment. He wondered if his thoughts were really his, and if the reality he was living in was "real". Then, as he got more distant from the reach of Denise's vomit-worthy stinky flatulence, he thought those strange thoughts were probably due to the stench of Denise's farts messing with his brain and starting to make him go insane. He laughed about it.
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"What are you laughing about?", asked Denise, smiling happily.
"Oh, nothing!", said Walter, starting to gag again as the stench of Denise's farts kept reaching him no matter if he was in front of her, behind her, to her left or to her right. Breathing her stinky farts in was unavoidable when walking anywhere near her. Denise was laughing at him gagging at the smell of her farts.
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"Do my farts really smell THAT bad, Walter?⁓", Denise asked, laughing as she knew that her farts smelled horrible, but she wanted to hear it from Walter himself. As she stench of her last fart reached Walter (just like her previous farts), he gagged even harder and sounded like he could be throwing up at anytime soon.
"They do! Your gas is going to kill me one day! Phewww!", said Walter, unable to handle the smell of Denise's farts and gagging again. His eyes were watering from the sulphuric eggy rotten vegetable smell caused by Denise's farts and that kept making the air around her smell unbearably revolting.
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The more Denise farted, the smellier the air around her became, and Walter was kneeling on the ground, gagging and retching, looking like he was really about to throw up.
"It looks like my farts truly reek⁓the smell is bringing you to your knees⁓", said Denise, very proud of herself and how powerful her gas was.
"We have arrived at...", Walter started the sentence but he interrupted himself mid-sentence as he had to gag really hard at the smell. Wafting the air away from him was useless, so he was more distant from Denise, to avoid smelling her farts. "We have arrived at the dentist's office...", said Walter.
"I can't hear you from there! Come closer⁓", said Denise. As Walter made just a few steps towards Denise, she farted again, to really welcome him "warmly".
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"We have arrived at the dentist's office", said Walter, talking really fast to finish the sentence before the smell of Denise's fart would almost knock him out. And the smell of Denise's fart, as he expected, did actually almost knock him out. He was pointing to the health building with his index finger.
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"Let's go inside, then! It's 1:58 P.M.! Just in time! Nice!", she said, and Walter agreed to go inside, since the smell of Denise's flatulence was stinking up the air immediately in front of the main door really badly. Because of the nasty smell, Walter was feeling light-headed and had some difficulty in getting up, but in less than a minute, he managed to get inside the building, but feeling nauseous from all the flatulence he was smelling from Denise.
Inside the building it was empty and eerie. There were no patients waiting, the atmosphere was creepy and something felt very, very off. The only staff member in the whole building that day was Mrs. Undefined, who, even in normal circumstances, was the creepiest and most unsettling staff member Denise and Walter have ever met in their lives. Nonetheless, they walked towards her, since they needed to communicate that Denise had an appointment with a dentist for a dental visit that day at 2 P.M.
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Denise casually let out a loud and smelly fart in front of Mrs. Undefined, as it if was something completely normal. Mrs. Undefined was certainly not unaware of this strange habit of Denise, and she was trying to promise herself to say nothing and avoid making disgusted faces in front of Denise, no matter how bad and strong the smell was.
"Greetings, Denise. How are you?", said Mrs. Undefined, as her eyes started watering from the intense stench of Denise's fart, and as Walter gagged for the same reason. Mrs. Undefined was trying not to gag, or say anything, or making any disgusted face, but Denise's fart smelled really putrid and intense, so she was really struggling to keep herself calm.
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"I'm gassy, as usual⁓", said Denise, grinning and patting her belly proudly. Mrs. Undefined's eyes were watering even more, her nose was burning, and she was feeling nauseous, about to throw up at anytime soon, but she was trying to look as normal as possible, without giving any sign that she was smelling anything let alone struggling because of the revolting miasma of the fumes that came from Denise's butt. She was suffering a lot inside, but didn't want to give any sign or hint of it. Denise knew Mrs. Undefined could smell her fart, because her eyes were watering, and she was making noises that she was trying to make them seem like a hiccup or something like that, but Denise knew that was Mrs. Undefined trying to suppress her own gagging, and not a hiccup. It was obvious, and even Walter noticed it. Denise was feeling unsatisfied at how Mrs. Undefined was trying her best to hide any kind of discomfort for the smell of her (Denise's) farts, so she planned to fart more and more, again and again, until the smell would become so strong and horrible that Mrs. Undefined would have no choice but to visibly gag and look like she was dying from the smell. Denise would not feel satisfied until that happened.
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Mrs. Undefined's face was turning "green" from the nauseating stench of Denise's farts, but she was still trying to keep that poker, stoic face and stiff upper lip, which was making Denise feel a bit disappointed, but still, she (Denise) decided that she wouldn't stop farting until Mrs. Undefined openly gagged and felt sick from the smell in front of her (Denise).
"May I help you?", asked Mrs. Undefined, with a slightly creaky voice due to the fact she wanted to gag really hard but also was trying her best to keep a normal face and behaviour despite the suffocating rotten stench of Denise's flatulence. That made Mrs. Undefined's voice sound a bit awkward, robotic and unnatural.
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"Yes, I have an appointment", said Denise, sighing of relief due to the big, smelly fart she just released. Denise was trying to be as detailed as possible, so the conversation would last longer, and there would be a higher chance that Mrs. Undefined would gag and feel sick from the smell right in front of Denise, which is exactly what Denise wanted to see and hear. Mrs. Undefined's eyes were watering even more, and her 'hiccup' was getting louder and more frequent, not to mention it was becoming more and more obvious that she was trying to look normal despite her intense struggle from the nasty smell Denise was causing with her smelly gas.
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"An appointment with whom? When?", asked Mrs. Undefined, with an awkward voice as she could barely keep herself from gagging from the nightmarish stench of Denise's frequent smelly farting. Denise could clearly see that Mrs. Undefined was very close to her limits, so she wanted to push her even more, until she would gag right in front of her.
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Mrs. Undefined was clearly very, very close to her limit. Denise was hoping but also almost sure that one more fart would break the deception of Mrs. Undefined.
"I have an appointment with Dr. Nowhere, the dentist, today at 2 P.M. for a dental health visit", said Denise.
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Mrs. Undefined still hasn't openly gagged in front of Denise, and that was making her feel slightly irritated. She really wanted to see Mrs. Undefined suffering because of the potent smell of her farts.
"Door 3B, 10th floor", said Mrs. Undefined, awkwardly gasping for air while trying to look normal and as if she was not affected by the smell. But she indeed was, and Denise was hoping that sooner or later, Mrs. Undefined would gag really hard in front of her. Denise was getting tired of having to try so hard. Mrs. Undefined's eyes were red, and tears were falling from her eyes like a river. Her breathing sounded and looked very unnatural, and it was obvious she was struggling really deeply to keep herself from gagging or throwing up.
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After that last fart, Mrs. Undefined could no longer keep a normal face or behaviour, and, as Denise was really looking forward to, Mrs. Undefined started gagging really hard, and retching so heavily she really sounded like she was going to throw up at some point. She was covering her nose with her hands, crying and gagging from the stench that she was trying so hard to ignore. Denise was laughing really hard at her reaction, and she was also feeling deeply satisfied of how her farts made someone like that gag. Someone who tried to ignore the smell, and tried to keep a normal face and behaviour, trying to appear 'though' or 'strong' or 'resistant'. All in vain, Denise's farts were too smelly to keep oneself from looking and behaving really disgusting, it was no use trying to ignore the smell or trying not to gag or complain, the smell was too strong and horrible. Mrs. Undefined was feeling humiliated and ashamed, for the fact she could not handle the smell of Denise's farts correctly.
"Thank you, Mrs. Undefined!", said Denise, smiling happily and satisfied.
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The air in the area was becoming even smellier than it was before, and Mrs. Undefined was gagging harder and suffering even more than before, which was making Denise feeling even happier, prouder and more satisfied.
"I have one last present for you, Mrs. Undefined⁓", said Denise, smirking playfully and feeling super proud.
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Mrs. Undefined was crying, gagging and whining because of the unbearable smell of Denise's farts, and Denise was laughing even more. The more Mrs. Undefined (or anyone else) was suffering because of the smell of her farts, the happier and more satisfied she felt. Denise's satisfaction increases whenever she could cause gagging and crying in anyone who tried their best to trying to look normal and avoid gagging. It was some kind of ultimate pride for Denise.
Walter was far from Denise, he was very close to the door of the elevator, to avoid staying near Denise, where the smell of her farts was the strongest.
"Walter!", shouted Denise from a distance, "Shall we use the elevator or shall we walk up the stairs?", she asked.
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As Denise kept farting all the time, Mrs. Undefined's suffering, nausea, cries, gagging and disgust increased, hoping that Denise would go away quickly and that the lingering smell of her farts wouldn't last too long. Unfortunately for Mrs. Undefined, the smell of Denise's farts usually lingers for quite a lot of time.
"I'd rather walk up to the stairs!", said Walter.
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"Why?", asked Denise.
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"Because you would stink up the elevator with your gas!", explained Walter, slightly irritated.
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"I would also stink up the halls where the stairs are! Look at how narrow they are!", observed Denise.
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"Right, but since we would walk from a lower floor to a higher floor each time, the stench would be more diluted compared to using the elevator!", counter-observed Walter.
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"It seems like you're reasoning with the assumption that I only fart once, or otherwise infrequently, Walter. Haven't you really realised how incredibly often I always keep farting? I fart all the damn time!", pointed out Denise.
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"So what? Wouldn't the smell of your gas still be more concentrated in the elevator compared to the stair halls?", noticed Walter.
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"Yes, Walter, but the elevator is going to take a lot less time to reach the tenth floor compared to walking. Judging by how Mrs. Undefined here looks like she's vomiting her soul and almost dying from the smell of my farts, in my humble opinion at these levels of stench the concentration makes little difference, you're going to gag and suffer in either case, Walter", explained Denise, while Mrs. Undefined looked like she basically passed out with her head on the table, except not completely passed out because she was gagging, whining and crying, but other than that, she seemed unresponsive.
"I don't think you can handle the smell of my farts much better than Mrs. Undefined does, Walter. I'm going to fart again. Look at how bad the smell affects her!", said Denise.
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Mrs. Undefined looked like she was pretty much dying at that point. Denise was farting relentlessly near her, and she pretty much never stops farting so much, so the smell that was reaching Mrs. Undefined's nostrils smelled quite toxic.
"So it's a choice between a long walk with a relatively more diluted stench, and a relatively shorter ride with a very concentrated stench?", asked Walter, wanting to be aware of the details of the dychotomy he was facing.
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"Exactly! I would recommend you using the elevator, because it's a shorter time you'll have to smell my gas. It doesn't matter if it's more concentrated, because when you reach the levels of stench that my farts produce...", said Denise, smirk proudly, "...even when it's more diluted, it's going to be unbearably smelly anyway⁓", she explained, with a proud and satisfied grin on her face, "just look at Mrs. Undefined!", she said.
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"Phew-yew! Eww! I don't blame Mrs. Undefined for gagging and crying like that, at all! My farts truly do reek really badly⁓", said Denise, with an intense satisfaction, pleasure, pride and happiness.
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"Okay then, let's use the elevator!", asked Walter, while his heart was beating fast and he was sweating nervously because he feared having to inhale the stench of Denise's farts during the elevator ride.
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"Okay, Walter! But before we go, I have to give Mrs. Undefined one more of my farts as a present⁓", said Denise, happy.
"Hasn't she already smelled way too many of..."
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"Phew-yew! EEEWWW!!! This one I have just let out smells really, really awful. Hopefully the smell is going to linger for a long while so that Mrs. Undefined can enjoy it⁓hehehe⁓", said Denise, giggling happily, cutely and proudly, while walking towards the elevator, closer to where Walter was.
"I suppose it would not be wrong to say that your gas is super pongy!", said Walter, impressed by how strong Denise's farts were to affect Mrs. Undefined so badly.
"Super Pongy? I like it! Sounds like a videogame!", said Denise, giggling.
As Denise was walking closer to Walter, it almost seemed like as if the stench of her own farts 'followed' her, and Walter could smell it. Even though he was not smelling it directly, the stench was potent enough to cause him to gag in disgust.
"What's wrong, Walter⁓?", asked Denise, giggling with a funny face.
"Your gas... it smells horrendous...", explained Walter, gagging even more.
"What are you talking about? This is just the residual stench that the movement of my body moved to here! If you want to smell something truly horrendous, you should smell my farts from much closer⁓", said Denise, preparing to fart again while Walter was preparing for doom instead.
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As soon as the stench of Denise's fart reached Walter's nostrils (which took only a couple of seconds), he started gagging much harder than before, and he started whining as well, crying as tears were falling from his eyes due to the extreme stench.
"Too smelly for you?⁓", asked Denise, teasing him, "here, have another one!⁓"
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The smell was so putrid, so stinky, so extreme, so unbearable, so toxic, that Walter started panicking and tried to run away, but there was no use, Denise took his arm and prevented him from escaping.
"Where do you think you're going? The only acceptable answer is: 'inside the elevator'. Now, I want to hear you inhaling my gas, breathe it in deeply!", said Denise, starting to sound creepy and genuinely threatening. The smell was so awful that of course Walter didn't want to breathe deeply, or at all, if he had that option biologically.
Walter was groaning and complaining, instead of inhaling Denise's gas deeply like she requested.
"I'm not hearing you breathing deeply. We're not going inside the elevator until I hear you breathing deeply. I'm going to fart so much you'll regret it, Walter. I strongly recommend you to breathe in my gas deeply. Understood?", Denise told him, and he understood he had no choice, Denise's grip on his arm was too strong, and he knew he couldn't escape from it, no matter how strong he struggled. He didn't want to try to break free either, because he knew that would probably make things worse.
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"This fart is for you to smell. Let me hear you breathing deeply.", Denise commanded. The smell was so strong, obnoxious, awful, pungent, irritating that even without breathing, Walter could feel his eyes, nose and throat burning. That was definitely a vomit-worthy fart. He tried breathing in, but even the smallest whiff he could do resulted in him gagging harshly and feeling like he was going to die.
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"I said deep breaths.", said Denise, after blasting another one of her toxic-smelling gas-bombs from her ass. Walter had no other choice, he had to breathe deeply. Even though he tried, he just couldn't. His 'best' attempt at breathing deeply caused him to gag and scream uncontrollably, that was making Denise feel proud, but she thought that was not enough.
"You suck at sniffing my farts. I appreciate that at least you tried breathing my gas deeply, so we will go inside the elevator, as promised. But, I will need to train you properly", Denise said, shoving Walter inside the elevator, immediately before entering the elevator herself and closing the door really quickly, while selecting 'FLOOR 10' as the destination.
Denise pushed Walter to a corner of the small elevator they were in, making him sit down on the floor of the elevator, and shoving her ass right on his face.
"NO! PLEASE NO! DENISE!!!", yelled Walter, begging her not to fart on his face like that.
"You're too weak right now. The fun with you ends too quickly. It will be more fun for me when you can last at least a little longer⁓", explained Denise, feeling excited at the thought of having fun farting on Walter's face so much. This was the perfect occasion to do that. "Prepare to sniff⁓nnnggghhh..."
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Walter trying his best to break free from the position he was, but it was useless, not only Denise was too strong for him, always managing to keep him in place, but even if Walter managed to break free, he would be trapped inside a smelly elevator anyway. There was no way he could escape from the stench, in the situation he was in.
"FLOOR 2", said the elevator's speakers.
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"Sniff as much as you can⁓I know it stinks, but please be strong and take it in, deep into your lungs, okay Walter?⁓", said Denise, giggling, teasing him and laughing at him.
"FLOOR 3"
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"We have just reached the third floor. It's going to take some time to reach the tenth floor, Walter. So, please sniff my farts to your heart's content, okay? Enjoy the stench! You can thank me later, for now, just sniff my farts, and whine and gag from the smell⁓", she said, laughing even harder.
"FLOOR 4"
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"Isn't it exciting to smell my farts from so close, Walter?⁓"
"FLOOR 5"
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"Are they as smelly as you expected them to be? Or perhaps, even smellier? Doesn't it feel good to gag like that from huffing my gas? Yeah, like that, keep taking whiffs and enjoy the stench! We're at floor 5, so that means there is still lots of my farts for you to smell, and don't worry, my stomach is always full of gas, so don't expect me running out of gas anytime, or ever⁓"
"FLOOR 6"
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"How does my fart smell?⁓"
"FLOOR 7"
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"It feels good to fart right on your nose. The vibration tickles my butthole a little bit⁓"
"FLOOR 8"
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"I know my farts stink. I hope your nose is okay. Oh, nevermind, I know it isn't, my farts are too smelly for your nose to be okay⁓"
"FLOOR 9"
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"This elevator ride is almost over, Walter. But don't worry, I have plenty more farts for you to smell as soon as I come back from the dentist's visit⁓", said Denise, excited about having fun farting on Walter's face again soon.
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"Whoopsie, sorry about this last fart, the errors scared me, and my farts tend to smell even worse than usual when I'm scared⁓but that doesn't mean you don't have to breathe it in! Take a deep whiff!⁓", said Denise, feeling proud, happy and satisfied, "hey, Walter! It seems like we cannot reach the 10th floor. The elevator's screen displays 'FLOOR 9.999999999'. I have no idea what this means. Let's go find out!", she said, removing her ass from Walter's face, at last. "Walter? Are you okay?", she said, a bit worried, after seeing he was convulsing on the ground with tears falling from his eyes, and gagging really hard. "Maybe I overdid it?", she said, thinking out loud, sweating nervously, bringing Walter out of the elevator that had at that point become a smelly hotbox that reeked of Denise's farts. As soon as Walter was gaining his energies back, Denise was happy to see him responsive again. "You're awake!!!", said Denise, excited.
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"Oh no! Excuse me, Walter!", said Denise, sweating nervously and laughing at the same time.
"It stinks!!!", said Walter, complaining, walking forwards in the hall they were in, "what is this place? Something seems very wrong about this hall", he said.
"Perhaps your brain was too overwhelmed by my smelly farts to realise what was happening around you. Immediately before reaching the 10th floor, a red light was flashing inside the elevator and the speakers shouted 'ERROR, 'ERROR', 'ERROR', several times. Then, the screen displayed 'FLOOR 9.999999999'. I have no idea what that means, but I suppose this is basically the 10th floor, right?", she explained.
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"Denise! Could you please stop passing gas for a moment? It really stinks!", said Walter, wafting the air away from him, hoping that the smell wouldn't affect him as badly, he covered his nose and mouth with his hands but it was useless, the smell was still strong enough to make him gag. However, what he said was: "I don't know what that means either, but I think this is not a good sign. Let's get out of here. Let's go back"
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"No way! I will not stop farting, and I need to go to be checked by the dentist. I have an appointment, remember? I'm already really late, because of strange unexpected events happening. I'll be back, please enjoy my lingering smelly ass fumes in the meanwhile, Walter⁓I'll give you some more now, to enjoy while you wait for me to come back⁓", she said.
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"I'll be right back. Enjoy the smell of my farts while the dentist checks my teeth, Walter⁓", said Denise, blushing happily and giggling, while Walter was gagging from the unbearable stench, and waiting until Denise went inside the dentist's room so that he could walk forward through the hall, far enough so that he wouldn't have to smell Denise's nasty lingering gas.
The hall was a monotonous, mono-directional place with seemingly infinitely many doors on the left side and the right side. The doors on the left side were marked with a 'A' after the number, and the doors on the right side were marked with a 'B' after the number. The origin (beginning) of the hall was the elevator, the first door on the left was '1A', the first door on the right was '1B', the second door on the left was '2A' and so on, for... forever? Walter felt like there was no ending to the hall, or at least, he could see none. Could it be it was an infinitely long hall? That was a disturbing thought that was sending shivers to Walter's spine.
"Door 3B", said Denise, thinking out loud, following the indications that Mrs. Undefined gave her, "no way. The door is locked", she said, "Hey Walter! The door is locked! No appointment for today, I suppose? That would be wonderful, truly a relief! And speaking of relief..."
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"Haaa!!! It feels good letting the gas out⁓and I also love stinking places up⁓hehehe!!!", said Denise, giggling happily and blushing cutely, as the smell of her fart was spreading through larger areas of the hall. Walter's face was visibly disgusted and he was gagging even more than before, which was something that was making Denise feel satisfied and delighted.
"So, shall we go back?", asked Walter, while uselessly covering his nose and mouth with his hands in an attempt to filter at least some of the smell of Denise's nauseating flatulence.
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"Alright! Back into the elevator we go⁓", said Denise, giggling happily and blushing cutely, while Walter was nearly knocked out by another new wave of fresh stinky gas coming directly from Denise's dangerous weaponisable ass. As soon as Denise opened the door of the elevator, the lingering stench of Denise's farts that was trapped inside came out, which made Walter gag really hard and complain:
"IT STINKS!!!"
"Peeew-yeeew!!! The smell of my farts has been lingering inside the elevator for so long⁓it smells so strong⁓let's go, Walter!⁓", said Denise, happy and excited, taking Walter's arm and pushing him into the elevator. Denise immediately walked inside the elevator as well and immediately closed it, too. Walter was suffering because of the lingering stench of Denise's farts trapped in the elevator.
"Let's go back to the first floor, Walter. And then, we will return home!", said Denise, proud and determined, "and, of course... I'll fart on your face while the elevator goes down!", she said, before pushing Walter to the ground again, making him sit down, and shoving her ass right on his nose so he could smell it properly.
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"Aaahhh⁓I love stinking up your face like this⁓", said Denise, aroused and excited at the thought of making Walter (or anyone else, for that matter) smell her farts so close and personal, with no way for him to escape or run away.
"FLOOR 9"
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"Doesn't it feel so exciting to gag on the smell of my stinky farts?⁓"
"FLOOR 8"
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"Aaahhh⁓it feels so good to blast stinky gas right down your nostrils⁓"
"FLOOR 7"
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"Yes, Walter, take big whiffs of my fart⁓"
"FLOOR 6"
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"Aaahhh⁓my fart is burning my ass and your nose⁓"
"FLOOR 5"
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"Stinky⁓"
"FLOOR 4"
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"Smelly⁓"
"FLOOR 3"
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"Rancid⁓"
"FLOOR 2"
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"Pungent⁓suffocating⁓toxic⁓deadly⁓⁓", said Denise, complimenting her own flatulence, feeling very proud of herself and of her own smelly farts.
"FLOOR i"
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"I think my farts are so smelly they knocked you out⁓but what the hell is 'Floor i'? Imaginary number?", said Denise, confused. She opened the door of the elevator and she saw that was not the first floor. It was just yet another one of those seemingly infinite halls, just like Floor 9.999999999. She pushed Walter outside of the smelly elevator hotbox so that he could regain his senses.
"What is this place again?", asked Walter, with a weird and awkward voice since he was gagging and feeling nauseated from the smell of Denise's noxious flatulence.
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"Apparently it's 'floor i'. Imaginary number? You know, if you multiply i by itself, it gives you minus one as a result!", explained Denise, after farting, while wafting her stinky fart fumes towards Walter to make him smell them better and more accurately, "Wait, I have another fart!"
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Denise wafted this fart of hers towards Walter, too.
"EWW DENISE!!! YOUR GAS STINKS!!! And what does 'floor i' even mean? This is getting ridiculous and non-sense!", said Daniel, complaining both about the smell of Denise's flatulence and of the absurdity of the situation they were in.
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"Yes I know my farts stink, thanks⁓here's some more⁓", said Denise, wafting once again her fart towards Walter, who kept gagging incontrollably at the unbearable stench that deeply filled the area of the hall near the elevator.
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"And some more smelly gas for you⁓", said Denise, wafting her fart towards Walter, who seemed like he was nearly knocked out by the toxic disgusting unescapable stench that was driving him insane, "now, Walter, let's go back to the elevator. I have an idea to find the exit!", she said, pushing Walter to the elevator again, with an idea in her mind. She also entered the elevator and closed the door.
"To FLOOR ZERO we go!", said Denise, proud of herself, "but before we go..."
Denise pushed Walter on the floor of the elevator, it's becoming a habit at this point, and shoved her ass on Walter's nose, making sure that her anus softly touched Walter's nose and that he had no choice but to smell her gas.
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Walter was whining, gagging and crying, and was exhausted smelling so many of Denise's stinky farts, he wanted to breathe fresh odorless air once in a while, but Denise clearly had a different plan in her mind.
"FLOOR 0"
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"We have arrived, Walter. Don't worry, you'll smell plenty more of my farts later⁓but for now, let's go!", said Denise, opening the door of the elevator and pushing Walter outside. He regained a bit of his lucidity and mental clarity again, and he said:
"What is this place again? It looks very similar to the other infinite halls"
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"This is floor zero!", explained Denise, wafting her fart towards Walter as it was becoming a very fun habit for Denise, a bit less (a lot less!) for Walter.
"Let's go back! There's nothing here!", Walter said, nauseated and feeling like he had to throw up from the stench of Denise's smelly flatulence.
Walter tried to open the door of the elevator, but it was locked, it didn't open. Denise tried, and she saw there was no use. It didn't open at all. They were both about to despair, but then they noticed that the first two doors of this hall, 1A and 1B, were two elevators, instead of two regular doors.
"Maybe those elevators will open?", said Walter, pointing out at doors 1A and 1B.
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"Aaaaaahhh⁓maybe they will!", said Denise, wafting her huge, immensely stinky fart towards Walter, who gagged really hard and could feel the vomit starting to rise up his throat for a few moments sometimes. Denise didn't need to waft her fart towards Walter, as that fart she just blasted was big and smelly enough to stink up a huge area of that hall near the elevator, but she was having fun wafting her farts towards Walter so she did that anyway.
Denise opened door 1A and it reeked of her farts. "PEEEW-YEEEW! STINKY!⁓", she said, proud of herself, sniffing the air inside that elevator, which was so smelly that even she was having some difficulty breathing that putridness inside her lungs. She took a look inside, and she noticed it was exactly the same elevator that brought her to the Floor Zero, and she communicated that to Walter.
Then, she opened the door 1B, and both Walter and Denise noticed that it was a different elevator. For starters, it didn't reek of Denise's flatulence, and also, the commands were very different. You could use division, multiplication, addition, subtraction, exponentials, square roots, cubic roots, n-roots, and many other options, but there was no imaginary unit control, and nothing that could trigger an imaginary number, such as sine, cosine and tangent functions, or their inverse functions. They also noticed that instead of just one coordinate, such as being able to select 'Floor 0', 'Floor 10', 'Floor 256', 'Floor 666' or whatever, they actually had three coordinates.
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"EEEEWW DENISE!!! You really never stop farting, do you?", complained Walter, trying to filter some of the smell by pulling his sweater over his nose, but it was useless, the smell was still extra smelly and super disgusting and nauseating.
"That's right!⁓By the way, I think we are trapped inside a penteract", said Denise.
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"EEEEEWWWW DENISE!!!!!!!!! The air here smells toxic already, why are you farting even more?", complained Walter, gagging, whining and crying as tears were falling from his eyes uncontrollably and he could feel his nose burning red from the revolting stench, "Also, what the hell is a penteract?", he asked, gagging and retching again immediately after the finished the sentence, as breathing with that horrible stench around was torture and suffering.
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"As for your first question: because I have fun seeing you being knocked out by my smelly farts⁓as for your second question, a penteract is a five-dimensional hypercube. Just like a regular cube has three dimensions, I strongly feel like the place we are stuck in has five dimensions", she explained, answering both of Walter's questions.
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"EEEWW YOUR FARTS ARE SO SMELLY, I'M SUFFOCATING!!!", complained Walter, gagging, retching, whining and crying, the smelly torment was too much for him to handle, and Denise was laughing at his nauseated and defeated reactions, so she wanted to fart on him even more, "What happens if we go to the floor i(666/0, 666/0, 666/0)?", asked Walter, before gagging and retching again as soon as he finished the sentence.
Denise pushed Walter on a corner of the hall, shoved her ass on his face, and decided to fart right on his nose, but this time, instead of just for fun, she said that to 'punish' him for what he just said.
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"Are you crazy, Walter? You can't divide by zero! It's going to cause a fatal error. Maybe it will just kill you! Don't try that!", Denise said, getting slightly irritated at him, "have another fart! Maybe this pungent smell will refresh your mind!"
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Walter had already reached his limits of olfactive endurance, since a long time, but because he was being forced to smell Denise's farts, he had no choice but to suffer and gag.
"Maybe that's the solution, Denise!", Walter said, gagging without being able to utter a longer sentence, "Maybe the error will bring us back to the three-dimensional..." *GAG* "... to the three-dimensional world, so that we can escape this five-dimensional hell!", Walter said, without being able to stop gagging and crying from the unbearable stench of Denise's farts.
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"Okay, fine! Go ahead and try it! But I don't trust doing it. I'm going to search for the exit somewhere in this floor zero. I hope we will see each other again, Walter. Farewell!", said Denise. After a few seconds, she looked at him, smiled, and hugged him.
"I hope we will see each other again, Walter. Farewell.", she repeated, in a sweet voice, "By the way, you stink like my farts⁓that's lovely! I had fun with you in my life, Walter. Thank you for the good moments we spent together. Goodbye.", she said, "but before we say goodbye..."
Denise pushed Walter to a corner of the hall, shoving her ass on his face and farting, the goodbye fart.
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"If you survive, please, never forget about me, Walter⁓", said Denise, enjoying her last fart on his face, before they truly had to say each other goodbye. Walter didn't appreciate the smell of Denise's fart at all, but at least he appreciated the symbolic meaning of love and gratitude behind the disgusting gesture.
Walter entered the elevator, and selected the coordinates 'i(666/0, 666/0, 666/0)'.
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Denise was walking through the hall of the floor zero for days, without water, food, nor anything else to keep her alive. All doors seemed to be locked, and the hall seemed to be actually infinitely long, over two-thousand pairs of doors in, and no end in sight. Under thirst, hunger, starvation and agony, Denise was facing the last moments of