to the facefarting center", said the administrator, welcoming me. Finally, this is a good sign for a really fun and exciting day, finally! I've been waiting for this moment for so long!
"I'd like to book a facefarting session with a girl", I said, with my heart beating fast as it's my first time ever doing this. I have always wondered what it would feel like to be farted in the face by a girl (preferably a really gassy one). Today is the day I will find out! Awesome!
"It's 1G per minute", she said, smiling.
Sounds a bit expensive, to be honest, but I think it's worth it.
"Okay, 60 minutes, please", I said, shy.
I would like for the experience to not end soon. I mean, if I pay, then I want to have a real good time. D̸a̸n̸c̸i̸n̸g̸ ̸i̸n̸ ̸t̸h̸e̸.̸.̸.̸
"Do you have any preference?", she asked.
"What do you mean?", I asked.
"Like hair color, t-shirt color, ethnicity, weight, how badly her farts stink, how many tomatoes she has ever eaten in her entire life...", she explained.
"Nah, a random girl is fine", I said.
"Got it. Please wait", she said, smiling cutely.
I wait and feel happy. I'm 26 now and it has been my fantasy for literally half of my life at this point. Half of my life where I've been having such a desire, and not having it fulfilled, but it's okay because life is not about having everything you want all the time, because if you already have all you want, there would be nothing left for you to wish, and you'll feel as empty as when you finally finish a long videogame and you think 'and now what?'. Now this wish of mine will finally be fulfilled. Are there other things I wish in life? Sure, and it will be exciting to try to achieve them!
A 27 year old blonde girl stood in front of me.
"H-hi...", she said, blushing anxiously, "M-my name is Dorothy... w-we can begin our session if y-you w-would like...", she said, blushing and stuttering a bit. She seemed a very shy girl. I suspect that shy girls are the ones whose farts stink the most! Oh, how silly I am, there is no such correlation!
I shivered but was happy. "Of course! I'm so happy! Thank you!", I said.
"So... y-you're here to let me toot on your f-face, r-right?", she said, still looking bit anxious and stuttering a bit. How cute she is!
"Right!", I said, confident yet trying to put her at ease.
"It's 60G...", she said, smiling and blushing.
I gave her the money and we can now begin the session.
I can't believe this is happening in my life. This center opened this year and I was worried about going here at first but now I see people are very friendly here, so I have nothing to worry about. I'm finally going to experience something I've been curious about for over a decade! My nose is definitely ready for this!
"Y-you can lay down on this bed, if you want...", she said, "s-so... shall we begin?", she said, becoming red like a tomato, and also cute like a tomato. A perfectly normal fruit that is not illegal and from which various sauces - like ketchup and BBQ sauce - are made. There's nothing strange or illegal about tomatoes. It's really a fruit like any other. Really.
I lay down on this bed and wait for her to get undressed. My heart is beating so fast and I'm so happy. The anticipation of pleasant feelings is pleasant itself, and it's happening. I'm seeing her pulling her panties down and seeing her beautiful naked body. She's smiling at me and drawing nearer, placing her butt in front of my face, her feet behind my head and her knees near my arms and chest. I finally put my nose in her butthole and wait to be "gassed" by a beautifully fragrant non-toxic but noxious-smelling gas. I seriously hope she's gonna blast some really raunchy, awful, unbearable sulfuruous stench from her ass, an unbearable stench that will take my breath away and make me gag, and beg for mercy. Oh, I'm already feeling so excited about this!
"Are you ready?...", she asks, probably smiling while blushing a little bit, although I'm not sure, because I can't see her face from here.
"I'm ready!", I say, smiling enthusiastically.
*PPPBBBRRRFFFTTT*
A warm gust of wind just hit my face. Sadly, it doesn't smell. At all. But I know it's not her fault.
"Do your farts usually stink?", I ask, curious. Maybe I'm just being unlucky today in particular.
"N-no", she says, in an embarrassed tone. Seems like she's embarrassed of disappointing me. Oh, I understand. Maybe her farts rarely stink, or perhaps never?
"Oh, okay. Do your farts ever stink?", I ask.
"Rarely. M-my toots are usually just air...", she says, blushing embarrassed. Exactly as I thought.
"I'm sorry, but, I'm not into it. I would prefer if the girl who facefarts me has really stinky farts. REALLY stinky. Putrid, rotten, noxious, awful, the kind of farts that melt my nose, burn my nostrils, putrifies my lungs and make me gag and suffer under the hot, raunchy, sulfuruous, unbearable gas that comes out from their ass. That's the kind of experience I want! Can I leave and have my money back?", I ask, a bit disappointed. I hope I wasn't too harsh, and I kinda regret saying this, as she seems as if she's almost crying.
"You can leave... b-but... you can't have your money back", she explains, gulping and with her face red as if she was almost crying, "t-there are girls whose toots are as smelly as you described in this facefarting center... t-try to ask them...", she said, stuttering and exhaling, trying to calm herself down.
"I'm sorry if I made you feel bad. It's not your fault that your... that your 'toots' are not the stinky farts that I want to smell. It's not even a fault, some people might love that. But I don't. Please don't take it personally. Please don't blame yourself", I said, smiling. She calmed down, smiled and blushed a bit.
I smiled at her, said it was okay, and then I left the room, asking the important question to the administration of the facefarting center.
"Is there any girl with extra stinky farts?", I ask the administrator.
"There are plenty!", she says, smiling.
(Lucky me, then), I thought sarcastically.
"Then, I'd like to book a facefarting session with one of said girls tomorrow", I say, smiling.
"Okay", she says, "Come back tomorrow!", she smiled at me.
I walked to the exit door and thought how exciting tomorrow will be. I had my first face farting session today but I won't count it since her farts didn't smell. My first real face farting session will be tomorrow! The administrator said her farts will be extra stinky, and I'm really looking forward to it. My day tomorrow will be super exciting! I can't really say my life has been exciting so far, so something like this surely makes my heart beat fast in joy and happiness!
I walk home. I'm surrounded by hundreds of people, but they are complete strangers, and who knows what their lives are like. I hope they're reasonably satisfied with their lives. I watch the Main Star go down. Civil twilight has started, soon to be followed by nautical and astronomical twilight, then, utter darkness, only softened by artificial lighting. But artificial lighting is nothing compared to the light of excitement that burns inside my soul.
I go to my home. This familiar and cosy place welcomes me every day, and it's been like this since I was 23, three years ago. I turn on my video game console and I start playing videogames. Some people say that short-term pleasures are vain, useless, but I disagree. Life is short, and a life without short-term pleasures is... well, a life spent without short-term pleasures! Perhaps I can make friends with the girls from the face farting center? That's a possible option, let's see where things will go!
I wear headphones and listen to some catchy music, such powerful songs make me feel like a king! I'm enjoying the present, without feeling nostalgic for the past or worrying about the future.
Since I have nothing left to do to have fun today, I lie down on the couch, waiting to be embraced by a comforting sleep.
I wonder whether there's something wrong with my life, or something wrong with what I'm doing, or something horrible that might happen to me in the future, but I really can't think about anything: until something horrible actually happens to me, there's no reason to think about the worst-case scenario for literally everything and every choice I make.
"You need to worry, actually, some really bad stuff is gonna happen to you soon", said a disturbing voice.
Is my luck over? Have I found a dead-end?
"I'm not your friend... but I can see you future, and if you want, I can tell you about it", said a guy, with a creepy, serious face.
"Uh... ok-okay...", I said, stuttering a bit, feeling a bit anxious.
"So, let's see...", he started saying, "...I can see your future. You will lose all your money, you will lose everything you own, even your house. You'll be homeless, and then at some point in your life you'll get cancer and some other diseases that require your arms and legs to be amputated. You will also be enslaved by the mafia, and since you will be paralyzed, in a wheel-chair, dying from cancer and trying to make sense of what's happening to you, the only favour you can do to the mafia and the various international illegal item trafficking gangs is to be a live translator until you die, because you know 3 languages, and then, a war will break out. You will be very unlucky, and be brutally killed by the bombs dropped by the assault flying vehicles that will plague the war-ridden skies of your once-peaceful native city", he said.
A cold and disturbing dark energy comes from that guy. I feel uneasy.
Suddenly, he started laughing really hard, "Come on, friend! Did you really believe what I said? I mean, what I said is technically not impossible, but you'll need to be really, really unlucky to go through all those things!! While it's true that there is no certainty of not losing your luck, this is life, it's normal. You need to accept that uncertainty is a normal part of life. Enjoy your luck while it lasts, and it if lasts for you whole life, that's even better, no?", he said, and I agreed. I felt more calm, and then I woke up.
I woke up trying to make sense of what the guy in the dream said, the lack of certainty in life sure gives me anxiety, but I have to accept it as a normal part of life, whether I like it or not. I smile and get ready for yet another day, today I'm gonna be face-farted by that girl with really stinky farts!
I watch some farting animations and try to imagine how they felt like. I drink some lavender and try to go to sleep again, it's 3 A.M. and honestly I need to sleep otherwise I'll feel grumpy and tired when I'll go there.
Today I'll receive the treatment I always desired. At least that aspect of life is going to be fine. I'm going to work in a few hours, life is mostly made of working, even though yesterday I had a bit of fun anyway. I wonder if there are other realities out there. Oh, perhaps it's just my vivid imagination. Perhaps there's no reality apart of this one, but daydreaming costs nothing, and there's no proof it's not true anyway!
I walk to work. My job consists of washing dishes in a low-class restaurant. I wonder if, one day, other realities will be found... probably not, but I enjoy daydreaming about possibilities.
"Don't you ever wish for a life better than the one you already have? Don't you feel like your life is a little bit... mediocre?", I ask a coworker during my pause, wondering.
"I don't know what you talk ärō (I don't know what you're talking about)", he said, in a thick local accent, before leaving me alone.
Well, nevermind!
Every day is similar to each other. I wake up, browse the Eguš, play videogames, go to work, come back home, play videogames and then go to sleep. Which is fine, but I also want to try something different sometimes!
And yet another day of work has passed. I finished washing dishes and left, for my working time is over. Bye-bye, folks! It's time to have fun!
I enter the facefarting center.
"Welcome", said the administrator, smiling.
"I booked a facefarting session with a girl", I said, showing the ID.
"She's waiting for you in room 16", she said.
"Okay", I replied
I started walking to room 16 with my heart pounding. I wonder how stinky her farts will be, I've never smelled stinky farts since mine have a very weak smell. I've always wondered how stinky a fart can smell and if there's a limit to how stinky a fart can smell. Today I'll probably find it out and I'll finally find out what it feels like for myself, instead of just looking at those odorless animations that only stimulate my eyes and ears, but not my nose!
I knock at the door of room 16 and a girl invites me in. Her ID says she's 25 years old.
"Welcome! I'm Giorgia, a girl known for her bad gas, and I'm proud of that!", she giggled, with an energic proud grin on her face.
"H-hi!", I stuttered, excitedly. "I'm happy to meet you. The last girl who facefarted me in this center, Dorothy, had odorless farts, and I wasn't really into that. Hopefully your farts will be smelly enough for me", I said, feeling hopeful.
"Oh, Dorothy!", she said, giggling, "You got her 'toots' on your face, I suppose. Well, for your information, I don't toot, I blast biological stinky gas from my ass, which is like a weapon of nostril assault~♥", she said, with a playful teasing smirk, which turned me on a lot. My hype was increasing considerably. "Are you ready to begin our session?", she asked, smiling. She had a really confident smile, voice tone and body posture, she seemed like the exact opposite of Dorothy! I'm so excited for this.
"S-sure!", I said excitedly shivering a bit. The hype was devouring my soul.
"Lie down on this comfortable bed, then", she said, smiling.
I did what she said and wait until she positioned herself (I suppose) comfortably, she pulled her panties down and placed her butthole right on my nose.
"Now wait. You'll be amazed about how raunchy my gas is!", she said, excited.
I layed motionless and wait for her to fart, hoping it won't be disappointing like yesterday.
*PPPBBBFFFSSSTTTSSSFFF*
This fart smells noxious! It's burning my nostrils. I gag a little and try to endure this putrid sour stench, but it's useless as it's making my eyes water. Even trying not to breathe is useless, because I could still feel the sour heat that made me feel like my nose and face were melting! Each breath felt like her fart was warmly encouraging me to throw up.
"Giorgia... I think your farts are a bit... a bit too smelly, to be honest", I say, trying not to throw up mid-sentence. I really need her to get her ass off my face, I can't handle this nasty smell any longer. I might have had strongly underestimated how bad it would smell when I said I wanted to be face-farted by 'a girl with really stinky farts'!
"You don't like it?", she asks, probably confused. Which would be fine, since I was the one who asked for a girl with really stinky farts in the first place!
"Your farts smell awful. But I don't want to stop here. Please let me take a short break and then I'll try again", I say, while the noxious stench of putrefacted eggs and spoiled milk was overwhelming the inside of my nostrils. It was clear such a raunchy gas was not designed to be inhaled like a perfume, obviously!
"Okay", she says, getting off my face.
I'm nauseous now and I need some fresh, non-stinky air.
"Can we please go outside this room and get some fresh air?", I ask.
"Sure", she says, smiling.
"So, let's go back inside", I say, after breathing some fresh air for some time, and now I'm ready to return to the face-farting room and get ready to inhale Giorgia's nasty gas! I want to prove her how strong I am, and that I'm not afraid of her stinky farts! I think she knows how rotten her farts smell, she knows her farts are awful, but what does she think about the people who have a stomach strong enough to handle the smell of her virtually unbearable gas? Does she feel proud of those people, or does she just laugh at their olfactive suffering? Only she and her subconscious know... or perhaps only her subconscious knows. Who knows...
"Good idea! Anyway, it's better you not to leave this building for a while, because the weather service forecasts toxic rain in the next hour. You know, that rain will burn your skin if any drop falls on you, and prolonged exposure might cause you third degree burns or even skin cancer. It's better for you to stay here. Let's go back inside! Show me how strong you are and try to smell my farts without gagging or trying to throw up! Hehe~♥", she said, winking, giggling and teasing me. I loved it, it really turned me on! I will indeed prove her how strong I am, since that's exactly what I wanted to do! We went back to the face-farting room and she sat on my face again, with her ass right on my nose. Her ass was a bit sweaty and smelled a little bit already, even without her farting. "Here I go~♥!", she said, shortly before releasing yet another fart on my nose.
**PPBBRRAAFFTTSSFF**
I imagine this is a smell similar to that of when someone cooks rotten broccoli on a pan, as if those broccoli were fresh, stinking up the whole kitchen as a result. I think Giorgia could stink up a large kitchen even worse than that. Even worse than a rotten broccoli omelette with rotten eggs and rotten broccoli being fried on a frying pan for over a hour. Yeah, Giorgia's farts would definitely smell worse than that. I couldn't stop coughing and gagging from this unholy stench of brimstone from the depths of a volcanic underworld hell. Each breath was a nauseating torment, and I could hear Giorgia laughing at my reaction to the smell of her lung-destroying gas.
"Aww~♥are you okay down there?~♥", she asked, teasing me, "After all, you wanted a girl with really stinky farts to fart on your face, and this is exactly what you're getting~♥", she said, giggling, "Or perhaps you preferred Dorothy's 'toots'? Haha~♥", she laughed a bit. Perhaps I do want a girl with stinky farts to fart on my face, but her farts shouldn't smell as bad as Giorgia's, which smell probably worse than a dinosaur egg under the hot Pangean starshine. I try to escape, but Giorgia prevents me from escaping.
"HAAA!!! UGGGHHH... Please let me go, Giorgia!", I begged her, and she understood I wasn't playing around, and she got up from my face while I was so nauseated I felt like I was going to throw up sooner or later. I feel like I'm never going to be able to eat eggs again, as my brain risks to forever associate them with the smell of Giorgia's farts. Omelette du Toilette. It sounds like a perfume, and in some sense it is. Kinda. An awful perfume, though. Giorgia looked at me, she looked disappointed, and she was about to tell me something:
"Such a disappointment. From how you were talking, I thought you were going to be able to stand the smell of my farts entering your cute defenseless nostrils, but it seems like that, after all, you were like all the others, all talk and no proof. With that resistance, I recommend you going back to 'smell' Dorothy's toots~♥", she said, teasing me playfully for not being able to stand the noxious stench of her rotten farts. The smell was still lingering in my nose, I felt like my nostrils were on fire, and everytime I breathed, it was difficult not to gag. The stench permeated the entire room, Giorgia's farts are truly impressive, the stench is pretty much unbearable to me, and I have to get out from the room. I tell Giorgia that I need to get out, she laughed, and we both went outside of the room. "Well, even if you didn't manage to smell my farts for 60 minutes - nobody ever did - because you booked for the 60 minutes session, the price is still 60G~♥", she said, with a teasing smirk. Of course, I paid 60G. I want to try once again, but this time, I'll ask for a girl whose farts stink, but not as much as Giorgia's. An in-between. But in any case, I had lots of fun with Giorgia, even though the fun is necessarily short because I really can't stand the smell of her farts, it's way too intense. It's so awful to have your nose under her ass when she farts! Bleh!
"Do you want to be face-farted by another girl?", Giorgia asked.
"Yes, please, but her farts must stink just right. Not too little, not too much", I say.
"I'm not sure how stinky you want them, though", she said.
"Like, a bit stinkier than average, I guess", I say.
"Okay, I think I know which girl suits best for you", she said, smiling, hugging me and rubbing my back for a few seconds. Wow, Giorgia is confident yet really sweet! "I'm gonna go ask her, but before I go... here's a present for you~♥", she said, looking at me and winking playfully, "Nnnggghhh...~♥"
***PPPBBBRRRUUUAAARRRBBBPPPRRRFFF***
Giorgia release a loud, rumbly and stinky fart that smelled so bad that if was almost as if her anus was a dimensional portal from the depths of a sulfuric hell, specifically, near a garbage bin inside that hell where rotten devil(ed) eggs were thrown not to be discarded, but rather to be given as a breakfast for the tormented souls experiencing that hell. The rotten gas that was spreading around felt pretty hot, too! I wonder if it could be used as a heater. Eww, maybe it wouldn't be worth it, anyway. Her farts smell so awful!
She then laughed and left me waiting here, alone with my thoughts. I look at the ceiling. Toxic rain hasn't stopped falling yet and everything feels relaxing, and also, I'm feeling very excited: if this next girl will meet my standards, then it's gonna be awesome! Yes, of course, Giorgia is really nice to me, but her farts smell are just rotten, so hopefully this next girl's farts will have a smell in the goldilock zone, not odorless, but not too noxious either. The veggie omelette smell should have the right degree of putridity.
I hear the girls talking with each other, then, suddenly, they called my name. I went to their direction.
"Hello, I'm Äštōkèk. Nice to meet you! I'm looking forward to fart on your face, as you requested~", said a very cute 26 years old (according to her ID) girl with black hair down to her shoulders. Her personality seemed different from both Dorothy's and Giorgia's. Dorothy's personality is very shy, and easily embarrassed, Giorgia is really energetic, smiling and confident, while Äštōkèk has a polite, mild smile on her face, and is neither energetic or bubbly, nor shy or easily embarrassed.
"Are your farts, like, average? Neither too stinky nor odorless?", I ask, blushing. I really do wonder whether her farts have a goldilock stink. I'm feeling excited to find out soon! Sure, another 60G are gone from my wallet, once again, but it's definitely worth it!
"Well, my farts are certainly a lot smellier compared to Dorothy's 'toots', which are quite odorless, but they don't smell nearly as bad as Giorgia's rotten gas blasts. I wouldn't call my farts 'average' either, I think they are a bit stinkier than average but I think you'll like smelling them, regardless~", she said, smiling.
I smile back at her. My heart is beating due to happiness and excitement. I'm ready!
"Let's start the session then, come with me~", she said, and I followed her to one of the face-farting rooms. The room was pretty much identical to the other ones, which is understandable, since it's the same building, the designer of this place might have had an idea common to all the face-farting rooms, for purposes of aesthetical coherence.
"Alright, sweetie, just lay down and relax~", she said, smiling. Her way of talking is really calm and relaxing, her vibes give me a feeling that is between relaxation and sexual arousal. Such an interesting feeling, indeed.
She pulled her panties down and placed her feet around the sides of my head, putting her good-smelling butthole right on my nose. She smells like she has just taken a shower, but I'm pretty sure this good smell won't last long. If her description is accurate, her farts will likely smell pretty bad, too. Then her ass will probably smell like she has just taken a shower with spoiled milk instead of body soap.
"Now please wait, it might take a while before I have one coming, for your nose~", she said, probably smiling. My heart is beating fast as this is such a great opportunity to enjoy something I wanted to happen since I was a teenager but had no way to actually experience. Now that my wish is coming true I'm ready to enjoy every moment of it and just be happy. "Oh wait, yes, I have one now. Get ready to sniff, sweetie~", she said, with a really gentle, sweet voice, "Ngghhh....~~~~~♥♥♥♥♥♥"
*PPPSSSFFFTTT*
Äštōkèk's fart smelled quite putrid and strongly sulfuric, too! Her farts too smell like rotten dinosaur eggs frying on a dusty pan using spoiled milk instead of extra-virgin olive oil to fry the rotten dinosaur egg. A strong smell of sulfur and nastiness is guaranteed, and this is what Äštōkèk's fart is smelling like. Breathing Äštōkèk's fart is clearly difficult, but not impossible. The smell of putridity is filling my nostrils and lungs, and my first reaction is to gag uncontrollably, which was something that Äštōkèk was mildly laughing about.
"Oh, my farts smell so bad you're gagging?~", she said, in a playfully (sarcastically) polite tone. I loved how she was teasing me, it made me turned on even more! "Here have another one!!!~~~~♥♥♥♥♥nnnnnnggggghhhh...~~♥"
***PPPSSSFFFTTT***
Peee-uuu!!! I totally didn't expect her farts to smell THIS bad! It stinks really bad but somehow I can tolerate this nasty stench so I keep breathing it in, probably making sour faces as if I was eating a lemon, but it's more like a 'stink face' as if I was smelling something that smelled like hell's sulfur caused by a demoness farts after she ate dead rats. Sulfur is odorless by itself, it's (some of its) compounds that give it a characteristic rotten stench, a few examples might be hydrogen sulfide and methanethiol. Thioacetone is surely an infamous example of a smelly molecule containing sulfur atoms. Äštōkèk's farts are indeed very stinky but not as nose-meltingly mephitic as Giorgia's. I like it, yes. Both Dorothy's 'toots' and Giorgia's putrid stink bombs from her ass have no challenge value. Dorothy's 'toots' are pretty much odorless, there's no challenge in that, and Giorgia's farts smell so bad that there is absolutely no way I could handle that smell for any prolonged time. Äštōkèk's farts are smelly enough to cause me to gag, but the olfactory torment is not so severe to cause me immediate surrender. It's a stinky yet enjoyable challenge.
"So, sweetie, please tell me, how do my farts smell? Do you like them? I'm sure they're far smellier than Dorothy's 'toots', since the smell of my farts is making you gag, but less smelly than Giorgia's own natural bio-weapons that are released from her anus, since you are not running for your life~♥so? What do you think?~♥", Äštōkèk asked me, and I have to admit she's right about the description, it's pretty accurate, without any overstatements or understatements.
"You're just right about the way you described your farts, I like smelling them♥ *cough* *cough*", I said, coughing from the intense hot stench that was burning and spoiling my nose and face, and feeling happy breathing these 'toxins' in, storing them deep into my lungs and enjoying the uncontrollable coughing and gagging that results afterwards. Such nasty stench is making me feel so 'high', I love how difficult it is to breathe without at the very least coughing, if not gagging!
She giggled and say that she was glad that I enjoyed smelling her farts. As the smell is lingering near my face and my hair and face are being drenched in this putrid eggy stench, I feel happy that my long-held desire has been fulfilled, and the awesome thing is that she probably has not run out of gas yet! It's like a synaesthesia: her farts smell like they're green. If I had to draw her farting on my face, the fart fumes would definitely be drawn in green, it's such a sour, nasty stench that would make the more sensitive people throw up pretty quickly. Ah, the wonders of being a synaesthete.
**PPBBRRFFSSRRTT**
Eww, she farted again! I'm strong enough to stomach this, but I'm aware it's not recommended for everyone! Peee-uuuh!!! Breathing with this stench blasted right up my nostrils feels like a chore, but I do really enjoy the challenge provided by her farts. Her farts have a very sour rancid smell and I love every bit of it, I'm waiting for her to fart on my nose again, and again, for an entire hour, which is what I paid for, after all. I feel like my nostrils and lungs are experiencing a pleasant challenge with all these stinky stimuli messing up with my nose, lungs and brain. Pleasure is meant to be fully enoyed, pain is meant to be escaped at all costs. Her farts are stinky, so in theory this means it's pain... or does it? Is this pain? Is this pleasure? I really can't tell, it's so complicated, but I enjoy gagging and feeling like I need to throw up. I love being overpowered by Äštōkèk's putrid, nasty farts.
I don't believe everything has a purpose. If I did, I wouldn't be able to explain the existence of toxic rain, which causes damage to both plants and animals. I feel like life happened randomly and that we don't have a purpose. But I'm pretty sure farts are not made to be breathed in like this, I'm pretty sure that's not the purpose of why farts exist. So why am I doing this? I don't know. Maybe I am just the Universe's anomaly. Maybe we all are. Maybe we live in a simulation made by higher beings. But, what kind of sadistic gods would create a reality like this? So many questions. We don't know. We can't know. We can't have knowledge of something happening in a metaphysical space, and I think it's a good idea to not care about it, and not ask myself such meaningless questions, with no concrete proof, just speculations.
*PpPbBbFfFrRrTtT*
This one is even stinkier than the last and I'm having serious troubles smelling it, but I like challenges, so I try to ignore the fact that it's a putrid stench wafted directly into my nostrils. I'm loving this moment, I'm feeling so happy. When your dream gets fulfilled it feels almost surreal. It's like an intense happiness that can't be stopped. Giorgia's farts were ridiculously stinky but Äštōkèk's farts are just right. I like very stinky but not the room-clearing types of farts. Hers are perfect, in fact, they are perfect by definition! The stink is lingering but I do my best to endure it. It really smells strong and good, and my predominant feelings right now are nausea and contentment. I shall enjoy it until it's over, but what when it will be over? I'll smile that I ever was so lucky to experience this!
***PPPbbbFFFrrr555ttt***
Ewww... gahhh!!! PUUU!!! I feel like my soul is being buried below a gaseous mountain of stench, and for some reason it's a very enjoyable feeling. Äštōkèk's hot, stinky farts are burning my nose, marking it with the stench that comes right from her body, right from her ass. It's so exciting! Äštōkèk is gently laughing at how nauseated and disgusted I am of the smell of her farts, and I love how she does that!
> sudo fart
target: this cutie's nose~♥
odorless: false //I'm not Dorothy
color (if my fart was drawn): 80FF00 (HEX)
loud: true
stinky: true
completely unbearable: false //I'm not Giorgia
if (cutie = gags) then {
sudo laugh and feel proud
} else if (cutie = unironically begs me to stop) {
sudo get off from cutie's face and pause the session
} else if (cutie = no reaction) {
sudo mildly smile and hope my next farts will cause some coughing at least
}
end if;
ERROR: ERROR NOT FOUND. A BEGINNER WRITING A CORRECT CODE IS AN ERROR BY ITSELF! YOU SHOULD MAKE ERRORS IN ORDER TO LEARN! PLEASE TRY THIS AT /HOME! ROTTEN FOOD SHOULD BE THROWN AT /HOME/TRASH!
***pppBBBrrr444fffRRRttt555*
EWWW!!! EEEWWW!!! PUUU!!! GAAAHHH... I'm gasping for air and gagging, and Äštōkèk is laughing at me gagging while I'm drowning under her 'lake' of sulfuric flatulent hot gases. I'm almost considering giving up, it really does smell awful! My victory is not guaranteed, consider how putrefacted her farts smell! She keeps laughing at how I sound like I'm about to throw up from the smell. But, I don't want to give up! I keep breathing her fart in, despite how badly it stinks!
***PPPBBBFFFRRRTTT***
**PPBBFFRRTT**
*PBFRT*
Here she farts again. I manage not to cough, this time, but breathing this stinky gas is not an easy task, but I still love this moment. It smells too bad, I'm going to be so sick and perhaps because of this nasty stench I will die and my corpse will be buried at Kväb Cemetery and there will be no funeral for my formerly living existence. Death by farts, how humiliating! Oh, I'm so silly, I can't die because of the smell of farts, but it smells so bad that it almost feels like it! I can't even imagine how bad it would smell if Giorgia forced me to smell her deadly farts! My nose shall not had lived in history, damnatio memoriae for a nose so shameful it couldn't endure the smell of a fart. Eww! But for now, I'll just enjoy this moment and the challenge of this sulfurous fragrance, for not a whiff of this precious smelly hot air should be wasted. It's going to be so shameful if I couldn't endure even Äštōkèk's farts, though Giorgia's farts smell so bad it's actually 'forgivable' if I can't endure that horrible nauseating stench.
***pPbBbBfFfRrRa4aTtTs5s***
It's crazy, feelings! And a nasty stench that won't let my nose breathe in peace! But after all, this is exactly what I have asked. I gag happily with a smile on my face.
**pPbBrRa4rRfFtTs5**
And yet, in this session sometimes the stinky fumes that are released from Äštōkèk's butt have been bringing me back to a bittersweet joy. I inhale them like if they were stinky oxygen, like an oxygen that someone became stinky due to some kind of weird compression, and I feel like my time here is getting close to the end. The end of this facefarting session in this facefarting center, I mean, eh. Of course, duh! Äštōkèk's farts really stink, and the fun is almost over, but the memories of her farting on my face will last until I'll die... unless I'll get dementia when I'll be old, but that's another story. I know an hour is almost over. My internal stopwatch is giving me a strong gut feeling. Will I come back here to have fun and soothe my existential boredom over and over again? Nah, probably not, 60G for one hour of fun is too expensive, damn it!
But anyway, I've smelled enough of their farts for the smell to be ingrained within my memory, and within my nostrils for at least a few more days. I will remember them forever, forever in my heart. And in my lungs. Bleh. Äštōkèk keeps laughing at how nauseated I am and I can't help but smile at that.
*pPP*bBB*fFF*dDD*tTT**
I smell Äštōkèk's fart again, stinky as always, this smell makes me feel like I'm breathing fresh air on the top of a mountain... except that mountain is full of barns and farms, and the smell is terrible.
Someone knocked at the door.
"However that is, come in~", said Äštōkèk.
"T-time's ō! (Time's over)", said Dorothy, nervously stuttering a little bit. She seemed more nervous than usual, for some reason.
"What's the matter, Dorothy? Only 54 minutes have passed. I still have 6 minutes of farting on this sweetie's face~♥", asked Äštōkèk, confused. I'm confused as well. What's going on?
"Fire rain has been predicted to fall on this city in about three hours. As we all know, fire rain destroys any town and city it falls on. 'Destroys' is quite an understatement, actually. 'Totally annihilated' would be a more accurate description. We should get the hell outta here, real quick!", said Giorgia, serious.
Fire rain!?! Damn! This really is a serious situation! On the planet we live in, there are four types of rain, in order from the most common to most rare: water rain, blood rain, toxic rain and fire rain. Fire rain is the rarest but most dangerous one of the four: on any specific place, it happens roughly once every thousand years. But because there are many places on our planet, fire rain is not that uncommon planet-wise. This city will indeed get totally annihilated, as Giorgia says. Such unfortunate event! I can't imagine what a sisyphean task it is, to build a settlement knowing that one day it will get completely erased by the fire rain, and someone will suffer... if not you, then your descendants. Such a tragedy, when your native city gets reduced to dust by these heavenly flames!
Äštōkèk gets off from my face, dresses up, and I get up as well.
"Since this session has lasted only 54 minutes, I'll have to refund you 6G...", said Äštōkèk, offering them to me.
"No, thanks! I had a lot of fun smelling your stinky farts! You can keep those 6G!", I told her, smiling, and she thanked me and hugged me.
"So, where do we go from here?", I asked, wondering.
"If I told you that you could live with me, Dorothy and Äštōkèk, what would you say ärō?", Giorgia asked me.
My heart was beating in utter joy and ecstasy.
"I... w-would say yes, of course!", I say, shivering a bit, smiling excitedly! Wow!!!
"Come to my rover, you three, then!", said Giorgia, smiling confidently. She sure looks so cool and hot, braving the fire apocalypse! I love her! She's such a hot and brave girl, with awful bio-weapon level farts!"
We exited the face-farting center really quickly, running to Giorgia's rover. Giorgia and Äštōkèk were sitting on the front part of the rover, while me and Dorothy were sitting on the back side of the rover. There was huge traffic and panic in the city, as everyone was rushing to get out from the city as much as possible. Before Giorgia turned on her rover, I saw a woman comforting her crying son, she said "Don't worry... we'll find a better place to live...".
As we were driving through the traffic to get out from the city, Dorothy nervously asked if she could 'toot'.
"Go on, your farts don't smell!", I said, and Giorgia and Äštōkèk also agreed.
***PPPBBBRRRSSSFFF***
"Aaahhh~I t-tooted~♥", said Dorothy, smiling and shivering shily a little bit. It didn't smell, as expected.
After we got out from the city, Äštōkèk non-chalantly announced that she had to fart, with a polite smile, and saying 'excuse for the smell'. We somewhat protested but it was useless, Äštōkèk farted.
***PPPBBBRRRAAARRRTTTSSSFFF***
It smelled really bad, and we had to open the windows of the rover. Dorothy was affected particularly bad, as she was gagging because of the smell.
"Well, since this rover smells so bad already, I guess it's no problem if I fart here, too!", Giorgia said, with her usual confident, energetic tone.
***PPPBBBRRRAAARRRTTTSSSFFFSSSUUUAAASSSFFF***
"Aaahhh~♥this was a big one!~♥", said Giorgia, sounding really proud of herself. Äštōkèk's fart smelled really bad, for sure, but Giorgia's fart smelled an order of magnitude worse than hers. Giorgia's fart smelled so bad, revolting, nauseating and intense that it completely overpowered even the smell of Äštōkèk's fart! We were all gagging and feeling like we were about to throw up, even Giorgia was not having an easy time basking in the stench of her own fart.
After a long, nightmarish rover trip, we have reached the town where we will live in. Poor Dorothy, she actually threw up because of the brutal stench of Giorgia's horrifying flatulence! The rest of us didn't have a good time either, we gagged uncontrollably all the time, even Giorgia couldn't stand the smell at times! We got out from Giorgia's rover to breathe fresh air, and Dorothy was actually vomiting on the wild grass. I guess you could say Dorothy's vomit touched grass.
We waited some time and we could see the fire rain in the distance, destroying the city we once used to live in. We consider this as a sign it's time to move on from our old ways of life, and start anew.
***PPPBBBRRRAAARRRFFF***
"Excuse me~♥", said Giorgia, laughing really hard.
"EEEWWW!!!", the rest of us screamed, uselessly trying to cover our noses with our hands as Giorgia's fart stunk up a large area outdoors!!