Description: this is an avant-garde fart fetish story where the mom and the two sisters of a guy punish him by farting on his face, after he made the worst mistake he could ever make in his life.
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Location: Republic of Murdakia
Time: The beginning of the end
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My heart is beating fast, I start panting as the cold sweat is starting to fill my face. I'm about to commit the worst crime that a human being could ever do. I'm so excited. I always wanted to be a rebel, ever since I was a child, and now, after all this time, I'm having the perfect opportunity to be one. With a feeling of guilt, shame, embarrassment, excitement, paranoia and fear, I get ready to perform this obscene action.
"Come on! What are you waiting for? Just do it!", she said, looking at me with a proud, perverted, shameless smirk on her face.
"What if someone is watching us? I'm scared...", I told her, blushing in embarrassment and shivering in fear.
"Nobody is watching us, come on! These woods are so remote and unpopular, nobody will see us doing this! Don't worry. Go ahead, do what your heart is telling you to do!", she said, encouraging me to engage in this degenerate, obscene, immoral act. What I'm about to do is illegal, I'm gonna get in serious trouble if anyone catches me doing this! I decide I'm brave enough, and do it, not caring about the potential consequences this will bring.
"Okay, Leila!", I said, proud, determined, and fearless, taking my shirt off, looking at Leila in her eyes and getting ready to do what my heart told me to do. I was ready. After taking my shirt off, I took a deep breath and decided to do it, shameless and fearless...
...I grabbed the yellow t-shirt Leila was giving me, and wore it. I finally did it. I have just committed the worst crime a human being could ever do, by far. Wearing a yellow t-shirt. A crime that is punishable by death penalty here in Murdakia. A crime far worse than any other crime. Murder is a crime against another human being. Genocide is a crime against an entire ethnicity of human beings. But wearing a yellow t-shirt... that's a crime against the nature of existence. It's by far the most horrifying and disturbing thing a human being could even just seriously taking into consideration doing, let alone doing it for real. And I did it. I have become a monster. Feelings of guilt, shame, worthlessness and fear are causing me to have aches in my heart, as I was starting to feel sick and hyperventilating from the overwhelming distress.
"Hey Rilin? Are you okay? You seem really nervous...", asked Leila, worried.
"I have become a monster, Leila. I have just commited the worst crime a human being could ever commit, by far. I'm a disgusting creature. I'm not even a human being anymore at this point. I'm too evil to stay alive in this world. Nobody will love me anymore. I deserve to be killed. What was I thinking? Why did I do this? There is no redemption for me. I have commited a crime against the nature of existence. Worse than murder. Worse than genocide. I'm truly a monster...", I say, starting to cry suddenly and uncontrollably. I feel horrible. I'm an abhorrent being walking on this beautiful planet. I don't deserve to stay alive. I deserve to be killed. Or harshly punished. I don't deserve any love, so why is Leila hugging me so warmly?
"Don't worry about it, Rilin. It's just a yellow t-shirt. The society we live in tells you that wearing a yellow t-shirt is the most horrible thing you can ever do. We have grown up in this society and have been taught this since we were children. I don't believe wearing a yellow t-shirt is a bad thing at all. I don't believe most things that society tells us. You are not hurting anyone, by wearing this yellow t-shirt. You didn't murder anyone, and you didn't exterminate an entire ethnicity of people. Those things are worse than wearing a yellow t-shirt, even though society would tell you otherwise. You don't deserve to be killed. You deserve to be loved, comforted and understood", said Leila, hugging me, and rubbing my back in sign of comfort. I don't deserve any hug, love, back rub or comfort. I deserve death, or a very harsh punishment at the very least. Tears are falling from my eyes, they're burning my eyes and throat with the bitterness of self-hatred and regret.
"I don't, Leila. It's impossible to love me now! And if someone loves me, then they are doing something wrong! I'm a monster, Leila! I have committed a crime against the nature of existence! Remember, Leila, murder is a crime against a human being. Genocide is a crime against an ethnicity of human beings. But, wearing a yellow t-shirt is a crime against the nature of existence. It's far worse than murder or genocide! If I could go back in time, I wouldn't have worn this yellow t-shirt. I wanted to be a rebel but I have become a monster instead! I deserve to be killed, so that this planet will be freed from the monster that I have become and everyone will be happier! There is a reason why nobody likes people who wear a yellow t-shirt, and why wearing a yellow t-shirt is punished with death penalty. That is justice. I don't deserve to keep polluting this world with my abhorrent presence...", I say, crying even harder, feeling dead and empty inside. I will never be happy again. Now I'm cursed with living with myself. I need someone to kill me. It will be better for myself and everyone else.
"I like you a lot, Rilin. You are a wonderful friend. If you wearing a yellow t-shirt is wrong, and if me liking you as a friend despite what you did is wrong, then let's be wrong together~", she said, smiling warmly and gently. Her voice is so comforting.
"Wrong together?", I asked, confused, yet feeling comforted as she was hugging me a little bit tighter and wasn't letting me go.
"You're doing something wrong by wearing this yellow t-shirt, right? And I'm doing something wrong by loving you despite this, right? So, we are both wrong. So, let's be proud of being wrong~", she said, with a strange sense of calm and indifference towards what I did. I think she's an angel. She can forgive even the worst crime ever! She truly has a pure heart.
"I... uhm... thank you. I feel a bit better now. I'm a disgusting monster that nobody will ever like. I deserve death. But you like me. It seems like no matter what I do, you will forgive me. Even wearing a yellow t-shirt is no issue for you. This is incredible. So, murder and genocide are as okay as drinking a glass of water for you, right, Leila?", I asked, wondering. She hugged me a little bit tighter and wrapped her arms comfortably and warmly around my back.
"No, Rilin. Wearing a yellow t-shirt is okay for me, but not murder or genocide", she explained. I was confused, how was it possible that the worst kind of crime ever didn't bother her, but something less serious was not okay for her? I really don't understand!
"But why? Wearing a yellow t-shirt is the worst crime ever! In some cases, murder and genocide is allowed in Murdakia! But not wearing a yellow t-shirt! That is never allowed anywhere in Murdakia! So how can it be that wearing a yellow t-shirt is okay for you, but not murder or genocide?", I asked her, confused.
She kept hugging me and rubbing my back, but backed her head away for a little bit, and looked at me with a comforting smile and warm, loving eyes.
"Rilin, I'm just made this way. I'm not open about my beliefs, because I would be ostracized by society. Or maybe even jailed or killed. I'm as much of a monster as you are, according to Murdakian society. Do you really expect me to follow the same kind of morality, rules, culture, attitude, mentality or even logic that everyone else in Murdakia follows? What is considered 'more serious' or 'less serious' in our society is not necessarily the same as my own opinion. We're two 'abhorrent monsters', as you like to say. But, let's be two happy abhorrent monsters together, okay?~", she said, hugging me even a bit tighter than before, kept rubbing my back in sign of comfort, and put her head on my shoulder.
"Thank you, Leila!", I say, smiling, feeling loved and understood by Leila's unconditional love.
"You're welcome, Rilin. Now, take off your yellow t-shirt, I'm going to burn it so there will be no evidence of this ever happening. Let's go home!", she said, happy and excited. "We're rebels, Rilin. Don't be ashamed of it. Feel proud of it, deep inside!", she said, smiling and winking happily at me. I took off my yellow t-shirt and she took a lighter from the pocket of her pants. The yellow t-shirt started burning and she threw it on the ground.
"BURN! BURN! BURN!", she said, laughing happily and smirking proudly. I was feeling comforted, and yet I feared that because of the fire and our loud voices we might be attracting attention and maybe someone saw us? Maybe the government was spying us with some drones? Hopefully not. If anyone ever saw me wearing that t-shirt, I will be in very serious trouble. Most likely death penalty. I don't think I deserve death anymore. I think Murdakian society is sick to the bone, and has no right judging me! Sadly, my opinion about it is meaningless. The government has power, so I have to obey the rules, regardless of whether I like it or not.
"Just curious, Leila... how did you get that yellow t-shirt if it's illegal here in Murdakia?", I asked, wondering.
"I know some people from Tomatophobistan. They smuggle yellow t-shirts here in Murdakia and I have bought one in exchange of five tomatoes that I gave to them. We participate in illegal black market. Tomatoes are illegal there in Tomatophobistan, and are considered utterly morally unacceptable by pretty much everyone there, exactly like yellow t-shirts here in Murdakia. Laws and morality change according to the country, culture and even between individuals, so don't worry about what you did, Rilin. You're only a monster if you think you are one", she told me, smiling warmly, gently and comforting. I was thinking about the last sentence she said. 'You're only a monster if you think you are one'. Hmm... yeah, maybe that's true. Maybe she's right about it. I shouldn't think too much about it, and hopefully nobody saw me wearing that, so I'll be fine. I hope.
"Yeah, you're right about it, Leila. I'm only a monster if I think I am one!", I said, grinning happily. She smiled back.
"Indeed, Rilin. Let's go home now", she said, smiling warmly. This is a very bittersweet day, but I'm glad I know someone like Leila. She's truly open-minded and I'm deeply grateful she is my friend. We have entered the city we live in, returning from some remote woods where I did the dirty deed.
"See you soon, Rilin", said Leila, opening her arms to hug me. I hugged her and said "See you soon, Leila. I'm happy that I know a friend like you!", she thanked me for the compliment, rubbed my back for a few seconds, and left smiling. I was walking towards my house. I still live with my mom and my sisters, but it's fine.
"Mom! Johanna! Olga! I'm back!", I said, greeting my mom and my two sisters with a smile. Yet, they were looking at me with a very angry, furious expression. Why? Could it be... could it be that they knew what I did in those woods with Leila? No way!
"What's wrong?", I asked, starting to panic and sweating.
"Sit down on the couch. We need to talk", said my mom, in a tone so serious I had never seen her like that before in my life. Now I am seriously terrified. I hope it's not what I think.
"Is something wrong? You seem so serious. I hope it's nothing bad...", I said, sweating and breathing heavily in fear and terror.
"I know what you did in those woods with your friend.", my mom said, cold and serious.
I gasped in fear. It's the end for me. She will bring me to the court and I will be sentenced to death. I shiver in fear, I feel like I'm about to pass out from the overwhelming terror that is overpowering my senses. I feel deep aches inside of me.
"What you did was totally unacceptable. You need to be punished for what you did", said my mom in a cold, threatening tone. My life is over. Death comes for everyone eventually, and for me it's coming really soon. I will be sentenced to death for the horrible crime I have committed. All my happy memories with my friends, all my hopes, all my dreams, all my ambitions, all my goals, all my pleasures, all my victories, all my defeats... none of them will matter anymore once I'm dead. I don't feel ready to die. I feel a knot in my throat. This is really the end.
"Lay down on the couch, with your face up", said my mom, serious. What? Is she gonna kill me by herself? She won't even bring me to court so that the executioner can be the one killing me? Understandable, since what I did was the worst crime ever. I wanted to have at least few more hours of life left, but I guess these are my last moments. I take a deep breath and now I'm ready for the end.
"Are you going to kill me now?", I asked her, stuttering from the intense terror over the impending doom that awaits me.
"Who said anything about killing you? I'm gonna fart on your face. And your sisters Johanna and Olga are gonna fart on your face as well. That will be your punishment for wearing that yellow t-shirt.", said my mom, shrugging, as if the crime I have committed wasn't that big of a deal for her.
"YAY!", said Johanna, my younger sister, happy and excited.
"It will be the perfect punishment for such an unforgivable criminal. Thank you for letting us do this, mom!", said Olga, my older sister, with a proud smirk on her face.
"You're welcome, you two! Rilin, get ready to smell one of my farts, since I have one coming now! I feel like it's gonna stink really badly. Well, pretty much almost all my farts are really stinky, so...~", said my mom, sounding slightly less serious and slightly more playful than she was earlier, but still really scary.
"Wait a moment, mom! You know what I did was by far the worst crime possible, right? I HAVE WORN A YELLOW T-SHIRT! Do you understand how serious of a crime is it? I will be sentenced to death if anyone finds out! And you're really punishing me just by farting on my..."
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Before I could finish my sentence, my mom grabbed my head, shoved my nose between her asscheecks, and let out a loud, stinky, hot fart that warmed my nose and made it smell like rotten eggs, spoiled milk and vegetables gone bad. The smell was so bad that I started coughing and gagging anytime I took a breath, even a very small one, and my eyes started watering from this putrid stench that smelled really strong. I already knew my mom's farts were really stinky, since she sometimes farted near us, and she could often stink up an entire room! And from what I have smelled, my sisters' farts are certainly not odorless either. This is gonna be a nightmare.
"Come on, sweetie, smell it. Smell my fart. Take a deep breath~", my mom said, almost giggling. She was sounding more playful with time, but this is really a harsh punishment. It might sound silly or stupid to say this, but her farts smell really awful. How am I supposed to smell this? I can't even breathe! This smell is burning my eyes and nose, and my mom is holding my head still and I can't even turn my head around to breathe some fresh air even for a fraction of a second! It smells so terrible! I want to get away from here! This is worse than death! I kept gagging in disgust and my mom finally started giggling at my disgusted reaction.
"Come on, son! It doesn't smell that bad, does it? Ha-ha-ha...", she said, with a mocking laugh. She knew her farts were deadly, she was just teasing me and mocking me. I feel so humiliated! My mom is farting on my nose, and on top of it, the smell is so bad that I really can't handle it! My sisters are laughing at how I'm gagging at the smell of our mom's farts.
"I think he's dying from that smell! Haha!", said Olga, laughing, satisfied of how I was suffering from this smell.
"Of course! Mom's farts are so stinky! He can't survive them! But our farts are also stinky, right?", asked Johanna to Olga, probably wondering whether they two could make me suffer with the stench of their farts as well. And I'm afraid they can.
"Of course, Johanna! My farts are really bad, too! And even yours are super stinky, Johanna. He has no chance against us or mom! He's gonna die from the stink! Haha!", said Olga, obviously excited to prove me how stinky her farts were, and so was Johanna.
"That is awesome, Olga!", said Johanna, excited and happy. This is going to be my worst nightmare. I think perhaps getting sentenced to death by the Murdakian government for my crime would had been a better outcome, at this point!
"Wait, son, I have another fart for you~get ready to smell~", said my mom, giggling in an annoying way while I try to get ready to smell another one of her toxic stink bombs coming right from her ass, even though it's pretty much impossible to get used to such a stinky smell.
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My mom's stinky fart fumes went straight into my nostrils, and it made my nose burn, and my whole face burn. It stinks so badly that my nostrils' hair and my eyes are burning, while I cough since this smell is so pungent and difficult to breathe in, it's really strong and disgusting! This is a smell that is not meant to be smelled! It's too stinky! I really can't handle this smell, and my sisters are laughing at me because of this. Johanna was laughing really hard.
"He's gonna die from the smell of mom's farts! HAHAHA!!! Look at him, Olga! Mom's farts are so stinky! Too stinky for him! I can't wait to have a fart ready so I can fart on him as well!", said Johanna, laughing at me for my inability to endure the smell of our mom's farts, and sounding pretty excited that she's gonna fart on my face as well. This is really unbearable!
"Mom! I have learned my lesson already! Please stop this! I'm really gonna die! Your farts are too stinky!!!", I begged her to stop this punishment.
"Rilin, you need to a harsh punishment for what you did. Be grateful that I'm not telling this to anyone. What you did is a crime that requires death penalty. I'm not gonna get you killed by anyone. All I'm doing is farting on your face. Are you not grateful for this?", said my mom, sounding disappointed that I'm not grateful to her letting me live despite the crime I have committed.
"Yeah, mom! He should be very grateful that he's not gonna get killed! After all, he wore a yellow t-shirt, he technically deserves to be killed! But we're not killing him! We are such a great and forgiving family! He should be grateful instead of complaining! Mom, can me and Olga play with Rilin's videogames? I know he doesn't want us to. But does his opinion really matter at this point, considering what he did?", asked Johanna, with a proud attitude.
"Of course you can play with Rilin's videogames! And no, his opinions don't matter anymore. After what he did, he's pretty much not a human being anymore. He's a disgusting, horrible monster that should be killed. But we're not killing him. We are a good, forgiving family with a sweet, kind heart, so we're just gonna fart on his face to punish him. That's the least he deserves", said my mom, feeling disappointed in me, "and... speaking of farts... I have another one coming... enjoy the smell down there, Rilin!", she said, assertively, "Nnnggghhh..."
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My eyes are watering and I feel like I'm about to throw up. My whole face is warm because of my mom's farts, and I feel like I'm about to throw up every time I take a breath. My mom's farts are so stinky it's literally painful to breathe. It's so rancid and putrid. It smells like if a bunch of rotten eggs, spoiled milk and rotten vegetables got mixed together and were put on fire. It really hurts to breathe. I wonder if my mom has some stomach issues, because I don't think farts should be this stinky! I wonder if my sisters' farts will be less stinky. I really hope so. My face is engulfed in these warm, stinky fumes that are starting to spread through the air, and even my sisters are starting to get bothered by the smell of my mom's farts.
"Mom! Your farts stink! The smell is reaching us! Try to avoid that happening, please!", said Olga, holding her nose and wafting the stinky fumes away from her, and even Johanna was complaining, as both of them were having trouble playing my videogames while having to hold their noses and wafting the stench away from them.
"Sorry, you are right! I apologize. I will need to practice the tomatophobic oven, then!", said my mom. Oh no, not the tomatophobic oven! She will put me under the blanket of my bed and fart inside of it, so the smell will get trapped under the blanket and it will be even more intense!
"NO! PLEASE MOM, NO! Not the tomatophobic oven, please...", I said, starting to cry and begging her not to do that. But of course, begging is useless in situations like these, and might result in an even worse outcome. My sisters laughed at me as I cried, likely feeling satisfied that I was suffering so much because of the smell of these stinky farts.
"Rilin! Do you really want your sisters to throw up from the smell of my stinky farts? Don't you love them? Don't you care for their well-being? Because if you don't, then it's true that people who wear yellow t-shirts are indeed monsters, after all. That reminds me that I need to punish you very harshly!", said my mom, serious. What if she's right? What if I really am the monster she and the rest of society say I am? A person can be wrong. Two people can be wrong. Three. Four. Five. Ten. A hundred. A thousand. But the overwhelmingly vast majority of people? Could it be that me and Leila are the ones who are wrong, instead of the vast majority of human beings in the whole Murdakia? Perhaps I do deserve to be punished and suffer harshly. I'm grateful that my mom is not killing me, and is justing dropping her stinky farts on my nose. It's a harsh punishment, but it's not death penalty. She doesn't want me to get killed. Pretty much every parent would want their children to be killed if they wore a yellow t-shirt. But my mom doesn't. She's truly an angel. She loves me, and I love her. I feel grateful that I have such an awesome mom, that doesn't want to kill me even though I have worn a yellow t-shirt, the worst crime ever!
"I love my sisters, mom! I wouldn't want them to suffer because of the smell of your farts, mom. Your farts are really stinky, mom. They don't deserve to smell that. They are not the ones who have worn a yellow t-shirt. That was me, so I am the one who deserves the punishment for committing such a serious crime. Thank you for not wanting to kill me, mom. You are wonderful, I love you. Now I will go under the blanket so you can punish me...", I said, sighing, feeling a mix between guilt, shame (because I have worn a yellow t-shirt). Gratitude, happiness (because she's not killing me and therefore this is not the end of my life). Panic, fear (because she's going to fart on my face, and her farts are truly rancid and very stinky). Lots of mixed emotions are overwhelming my senses as I myself go under the blanket, waiting for my mom to punish me as she deems appropriate.
"I'm glad at least you are self-aware", said my mom, placing her ass under the blanket, but still touching my nose. So, she's going to fart right on my nose while I'm trapped under this blanket. This is going to be a nasty, stinky torment, but now I understand I deserve this. I have worn a yellow t-shirt, and it's indeed the worst crime ever. How could I believe otherwise? Me and Leila were wrong. There must be a reason why wearing a yellow t-shirt is so universally condemned here in Murdakia. And how it's punished with death penalty everywhere in Murdakia. There's nowhere in Murdakia, not a single region, where wearing yellow t-shirts is allowed. Are all those people wrong? Again, are the overwhelmingly vast majority of human beings in Murdakia wrong? Probably not. It is me and Leila who were wrong. And I'm being punished for the crime I have committed. How could I had trusted Leila? She deceived me and led me astray. I trusted Leila, and now here I am. But... I don't think she meant any wrong or harm, and I don't think she did what she did and told me what she told me for malicious reasons. I think she wanted to help me, but perhaps she didn't realize she was wrong. Maybe she was genuinely misguided and had good intentions towards me? My feelings and thoughts are so confused now. I wish to have some peace of mind now, but there will be no peace of mind with the smell of my mom's farts overpowering my sense of smell and making me want to throw up for that pure rancidness burning my soul with the stench of organic flatulent fumes completely filling the blanket I'm under.
"I hope this time when you fart the smell won't reach us, mom! Hopefully the tomatophobic oven is gonna fix that issue!", said Johanna, in an innocently proud tone.
"I think it will, Johanna", said my mom, probably smiling, and talking with a calm voice, as if nothing relevant was happening right now, "Actually, we are about to find out, since I need to fart again!", she said, with a warm voice, that didn't sound like she was punishing anyone. I wonder what her feelings are like right now. "Nnnggghhh..."
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"Ah... this felt hot coming out!", she said, sounding satisfied, while my nostrils were assaulted by a warm, stinky gas that was beyond unbearable. It was revolting, disgusting, it made me want to throw up from the stench, but I had to stay there, since this was my punishment for committing the heinous crime of wearing a yellow t-shirt. Do I really have to? My mom's farts really stink! Eww... no!!! This smell is so unbearable, I can't physically stay here under this blanket! I'm sorry, mom, I can't let you punish me like this. At this point, being sentenced to death by the Murdakian government is a better alternative, I swear! I try to escape from the blanket but my mom notices quickly and prevents me from escaping by holding the blanket still. Damn, she's actually stronger than I thought!
"What are you trying to do, Rilin? Are you really thinking about escaping? After the horrible crime you committed? Don't you understand you need to be punished for what you have done? Luckily, I have another fart coming right now. I hope you will reflect on your actions now. Nnnggghhh...", said my mom, about to release another fart in this already stinky, toxic, deadly, unlivable blanket where I'm doomed to be trapped for probably quite a long time at this point.
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My mom started giggling at the huge, loud, massive, stinky fart she just released on my face, which made the air inside the blanket even deadlier and stinkier, something you wouldn't think it's possible if you smell something like this. But unfortunately, it is very well possible, and in fact it's exactly what has just happened. The stench in here is so unbearable that I literally can't physically handle this anymore, I need to get out as quickly as possible, these farts reek of death and putrefaction. But, my mom keeps holding the blanket down so that I'm trapped here, while I gag from the stench and yell from the desperation to get out. My sisters are laughing their asses off by seeing how I react to the smell of my mom's farts under this blanket, and by how she manages to keep me trapped under the blanket, suffering from her stinky fart fumes with no way out.
"No! Rilin! Bad boy! Stay under there! You have to be punished for your obscene misbehavior!", she said, while I was trying my best to get out of the blanket, but there was no chance, my mom was too strong.
"Please, mom!!! Let me get out of here!!!", I yelled, suffering from the nasty smell of my mom's farts.
"No, Rilin. I told you. You have done a horrible thing and you need to be punished for that. Please, don't take it personally. Anyone who has worn a yellow t-shirt is not even a human being in my eyes. Just a monster that infests our country with its malevolent presence. Wearing a yellow t-shirt is illegal in Murdakia, and the punishment for it is death. You should thank me that I'm just farting on your face instead of killing you like you should had deserved! Here, I have another fart for you. Just smell it~", she said, with a tone that expressed some kind of forgiveness, since she was just making me smell her farts instead of killing me for wearing a yellow t-shirt as Murdakian culture and government prescribes. "Nnngghhh..."
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The first part of this fart was silent, but very deadly, while the second half made a loud, bubbly sound that sounded like the smell was going to be beyond rancid and truly rotten. And I wasn't wrong about that. My mom's farts smell atrocious and now I'm starting to feel helpless, since I can't manage to get out of this blanket since my mom always holds the blanket down and doesn't let me escape from this. I'm losing my forces and I don't want to struggle too hard to get out from this blanket, since struggling makes me breathe more heavily and I would smell this noxious stench even more. I don't know what to do, it's almost impossible to even think with this rancid smell that is slowly going to kill me, leading to a slow and painful torture, but not death. Again, death would be better than this. Being a victim of a tomatophobic oven is certainly not a fun thing to experience, especially if the person doing that to you has vomit-inducing stinky farts.
"Mom! I have a fart coming! Can I fart on Rilin too?", asked Johanna, excited. Things are getting even worse. Just kill me already, I don't wanna smell any more fart!
"Of course you can fart on him, Johanna! Actually, I encourage you and Olga to fart on him whenever you have to! We need to punish him!", said my mom, proud of what she was doing.
"Thank you, mom!", said Johanna, happy and excited, running near the blanket, putting her ass right in front of my nose, while my mom was holding the blanket down.
"Olga, come here! Please, keep Rilin's head still! His nose needs to stay between Johanna's buttcheeks while she farts, okay?", said my mom, requesting Olga to participate in the punishment as well.
"Okay, mom! I'll come!", said Olga, proud to help our mom and Johanna to punish me with their farts. Olga was holding my head still to make sure my nose was right on Johanna's ass, while my mom was holding the blanket down so I couldn't escape from there. Now I definitely have no chance of getting out from this situation at all! This is gonna be a nightmare! A rancid, stinky nightmare I wish I'll wake up from as soon as possible.
"Get ready to smell my fart, brother~", teased Johanna, while I was surrendering to this merciless nightmare.
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I was hoping that Johanna's farts wouldn't stink as much as my mom's, but my hopes were in vain. Her farts smell a bit different, considering the smell itself, but they were as stinky and disgusting as my mom's, certainly not milder by any means. This is a nose-melting SBD from my sister Johanna right on my nose. It's smells terrible, and it's so humiliating that I have to go through this! I wanted to be a rebel at all costs, and this is what I get by breaking the rules. And it's not just any rule. It's the most important rule ever here in Murdakia. 'Do not wear a yellow t-shirt, for it is the worst crime that a human being can ever commit. Anyone who is found wearing a yellow t-shirt shall be killed'. I know my family is really sweet and forgiving, especially considering they are not killing me. Just farting on my face. But their farts are so stinky they make me wanna get sentenced to death by the Murdakian government instead.
"Ha-ha! I think my fart melted his nose!", said Johanna, giggling, in a happy tone. I understand she's happy that I'm choking from the smell of her fart, but I'm definitely not happy about it. However, there is nothing I can do about it. They're physically forcing me to smell their farts and I have to stay here and keep choking on this stench.
"I wanna fart on his face too! And luckily I have one ready now!", said Olga, sounding entitled like a middle school guy would sound like as soon as it was his turn to play a videogame that his friends are also playing and taking turns playing. Except that the game in this context is farting on my face, and I desperately want this torture to end!
"Sure Olga, go ahead! His nose is yours now!", said Johanna, sounding calm and happy, and saying that sentence as if my nose was an inanimate object ready to be used at one's will and desire. Indeed, my family has stopped seing me as a human being with emotions, feelings and desires. They are seeing me like a despicable monster that should be punished, tortured and possibly abused as mercilessly as possible. I wanted to be a rebel at all costs, but wearing a yellow t-shirt goes way beyond rebellion. It's the worst crime one could ever commit. It felt good when I did that. I trusted Leila. But likely someone had seen me doing that and told that to my family. Or one or more members of my family might have seen it themselves, perhaps even took a photo of me wearing that yellow t-shirt I deeply regret wearing now. My life is ruined, so perhaps it's better if it ends. My life wasn't really that nice even before I wore that damn yellow t-shirt either, however. My life was troubled even before that. I never had a period of constant happiness in my life. And now I'm certain that it will never happen. All my hopes of a happy life are gone. That is what I got for my 'rebellion'. It's my fault. I'm a horrible monster, I can't even be considered a human being at this point. Why did I do that? Why did I wear that yellow t-shirt? Now my life has become hell.
"Of course! Here I go! I'm gonna fart on his nose now! Please, Johanna, keep his nose in my butt so he can smell it fully!", said Olga, getting ready to unleash hell on my nose. I really hope at least her farts won't be as stinky as my mom's or Johanna's.
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Again, my hopes were in vain. Olga's farts smelled a bit differently from my mom's farts or Johanna's, but they were as stinky and as rancid as theirs. The stench of Olga's farts is as unbearable as my mom's farts and Johanna's farts. I have no hope now, this is truly a horrible situation. I will never have peace of mind again, only the overwhelming stench of my mom's and sisters' farts deeply embedded in my mind.
"Smell it, brother! Hahaha!!!", said Olga, with a malicious laugh. I think she's happy that her fart was stinky enough to make me suffer just like Johanna's fart and mom's.
"I'm glad you two are having fun punishing this vile creature that used to be my son!", said my mom, in a happy tone. This whole situation was creeping me out. This is so disturbing, and I feel terrible that my mom thinks that way about me now. It's true I have worn a yellow t-shirt, which is an unforgivable offense, and that she's not killing me, just punishing me with her farts and encouraging my sisters to fart on my face as well, instead of killing me, which it's something I deserve. But... I still feel terrible about what I did. I will never feel happy in my life again. Nobody will love me. Was it worth it, wearing that yellow t-shirt? Definitely not. I wish I never wore that yellow t-shirt. I deeply regret committing that horrible crime.
"Of course, mom! Olga, it's my turn now! I have to fart! Quick, let me fart on his face, or this opportunity will be wasted! Now it's you who have to keep his nose in my butt!", said Johanna, sounding entertained by this 'game' they were playing at my olfactive expense, while placing her butt right in front of my nose and continuing this neverending, merciless, relentless torture that never seemed to end, and probably will never actually end, depending on what my mom and sisters decide. After all, they don't see me as a human being deserving of love anymore, after the horrible thing I did. I'm aware what I did was truly evil, and that I deserve death, or a terrible punishment, at the very least. And my mom and sisters are indeed giving me a terrible punishment. As Olga was keeping my head still so that my nose would stay trapped between Johanna's asscheeks, Johanna released yet another silent but deadly fart right on my nose, where stinky smells hurt the most.
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I yell and cry, but not only they don't care about it, they laugh about my reaction to the smell of their farts. Including my mom. They seem really proud of how stinky their farts are, but all I want is some peace of mind. And the worst thing is, I'll probably never get peace of mind anymore, considering that they really do want to punish me for what I have done. And I don't blame them: after all, I have worn a yellow t-shirt, pretty much everyone would want to kill me after what I have done, but they don't want to kill me, they just want to punish me with their stinky farts. They are such sweet angels, I'm so lucky to have a family like this! But, their farts smell really bad! They're so horrible they make me want to throw up! Maybe only death will set me free. I hope the Murdakian government will kill me as I deserve, and save me from this torment!
"I think my farts are the stinkiest between me, you and mom! Look at how Rilin's gagging at the smell of my farts! Ha-ha!!!", said Johanna, laughing happily, bragging about how stinky her farts are.
"What are you talking about? MY farts are the stinkiest, Johanna! Yours are stinky, sure, but mine could peel the paint off the walls!", said Olga, proudly.
"Don't be silly, you two!", said my mom, giggling, "If anyone here has the stinkiest farts here, that is me!", she bragged, "Look at how she reacts when I fart on his face!", she said, putting her ass on my face and shoving my head there so I couldn't escape.
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"Eww, mom! That sounded nasty!", said Johanna, with a playfully disgusted tone.
"EWW, MOM! THAT SMELLS NASTY!!!", said Olga, as soon as she put her nose near our mom's ass to check if her farts stunk as much as she thought. Needless to say, she quickly turned her head away, gagging.
"Do mom's farts really smell that bad, Olga? Let me check!", said Johanna, putting her nose near our mom's ass as well and having the same disgusted reaction as Olga, "Oh okay! They do! Eww..."
"What about my farts? Johanna, I have one right now! Please, come here and smell it, and tell me how stinky it is compared to our mom's farts!", said Olga, asking Johanna to smell one of her farts. Johanna placed her nose right on Olga's ass, Olga let out a fart and Johanna started gagging heavily and complaining about the smell.
"Eww Olga!!! Your farts stink like hell!!!", said Johanna, dry retching, "Hey Olga... I have to fart too now! Please, come here and smell my fart to see if it stinks a lot!", said Johanna, asking Olga to smell one of her farts as well. Just like Johanna, Olga put her nose right on Johanna's ass and waited. Johanna released a silent but deadly fart right on Olga's nose, and Olga yelled in disgust and surprise, gagging, dry retching, with her eyes watering from the stench and complaining about how stinky Johanna's fart was.
"JOHANNA!!! That was so deadly!!! I really didn't think your farts were THIS stinky until I smelt one of them so up close!!! Your farts are something that can be used to torture someone or something! Eww... I can still feel it inside my nose EWW it's so stinky!!! Poor Rilin, he must be going through hell!", said Olga, still gagging from the intense stench of Johanna's fart. "But after all, Rilin deserves it, since he has worn a yellow t-shirt! Me, you and mom have never commited a crime! Especially not one that is as serious as the one Rilin committed! We are good citizens of Murdakia!", she added, proudly.
"I'm gonna fart on our brother again!", said Johanna, rubbing her belly in sign of strength and confidence, and putting her ass on my nose, like it has become normal, and let out a silent but deadly fart, again!
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I yelled and screamed very loudly because all I wanted in my life was this stinky torture to end, but they seemed to enjoy farting on my face so much that they probably will never stop.
"Me too!", said Olga, happily, farting on my face as well.
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"OH WOW! THIS WAS A BIG ONE! Smell it, bro, this was really stinky~", she said, proudly.
"Nice job, Olga and Johanna! You are really showing him the consequences of committing a serious crime! I mean... WE are really showing him the consequences! I'm farting on his face as well! Indeed, I have another one now~", said my mom, proud and determined, about to release another stinky fart right on my face.
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"YES, MOM! Fart on him like that! He needs to learn the consequences of his behaviors!", said Olga, happy.
"That's right! And me and Olga will fart on his face as well! We'll help you, mom, don't worry!", said Johanna, happy to help Olga and mom in punishing me with their farts, while I feel like I'm condemned in hell forever for what I have done.
When the evening came, it was time to tell me good night.
"Good night, Rilin, see you again tomorrow morning. And of course we'll fart on your face everyday, as a punishment for what you have done! Don't think about escaping, we will call the Murdakian government if we won't find you at home, and they will execute you! Let me give you a good night kiss, just like every evening, but from now on, it will be another type of good night kiss~", my mom told me, and I know what she was talking about. She turned around, showing her ass, and invited me to put my nose there.
"Ugh... okay, mom...", I said, disappointed, rolling my eyes around, as I had no choice to do that anyway.
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"EWW MOM!!! Eww it stinks so much!!! I hate it!!!", I said, gagging and complaining about the smell of her farts.
"I want to give the good night to my brother, too!", said Olga, laughing maliciously.
"Sure, Olga! Go ahead! Your brother needs some love~", giggling.
I put my nose between OIga's buttcheecks and she let out a really stinky, disgusting fart on my nose.
"EWW!!! I've had enough farts for today... please... leave me alone now!", I said, crying from the desperation.
"Let me give you the good night kiss too, Rilin!", said Johanna, with cute, pleading eyes, that reminded me of the "old" version of the good night kiss, which somehow tricked my brain into accepting it.
"Fine...", I said.
"Thank you! You're an awesome brother! Put your nose in my butt, quick! Have your good night kiss~", said Johanna, smiling cutely, while she turned around and showed her butt to me, waiting for me to put my nose there, which I did, and she obviously farted.
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She released a silent but very deadly fart right on my nose, which almost made me pass out. It was so stinky, disgusting, rancid, putrid, that my brain was probably trying to make me pass out to avoid smelling this putrid, choking, irritating stench that was making me gag while I was suffering an excruciating olfactory pain and a torment for my nose and soul, while she was laughing at the suffering she has caused by making me smell her obnoxiously stinky fart.
"Good night!", they all three told me, giggling, while I was feeling scared and terrified of seeing the next day. Dying in my sleep wouldn't be such a terrible tragedy, after all.
As soon as I woke up, some time before sunrise, it was dark, and I decided to escape from my house. Yes, that's right, I don't care if my family tells the police that I have committed a crime. I prefer to be sentenced to death than to smell one more of their rancid farts. I get up from my bed, slowly and silently, I silently open the door of my bedroom, trying not to make any sound in the slightest. I slowly and silently walk to the main door of our house, carefully opened it without making any sound, even though I was breathing heavily due to anxiety and fear that my family could catch me doing this if I make too much noise, I silently closed the main door of our house. And...
...HERE I AM! I am free! I walk away from the streets where our house is located, and went to downtown, in search for a restaurant that would serve me breakfast. Luckily I have brought a lot of money with me. I know my life is almost over, because when my family will realize I'm not in the house, they will call the police, tell them what kind of crime I have committed, and I will be sentenced to death. I will die, yet I'm feeling calm and free. Why? This is probably the last day of my life, so why not enjoying it to the fullest? I walk to downtown and enter one of my favourite restaurants: 'Nutrition-3004 of Êwään'. I used to go there pretty much every month before committing the crime today. This will probably be the last time I will go there. And probably the last day I will stay alive. I will eat my last meal there, at Nutrition-3004 of Êwään.
"Welcome back, Rilin! Good morning! A bit early, today, eh?", said the waitress, who is used to see me entering the restaurant roughly once a month. She smiled and asked me what I wanted.
"Good morning to you, too! I would like to have a buffet menu!", I said, smiling.
"Okay! And you're lucky, we will serve it to you quickly! No one else's here at the moment!", she said, laughing friendly.
"Thank you!", I said, smiling as she was smiling back at me. Things seem pretty calm, it almost feels like I won't be killed today. I know this will be the last day of my life, as I will be sentenced to death by the Murdakian government for wearing a yellow t-shirt.
"Here it is!", she said, smiling at me and telling me to enjoy the meal. I smiled back and thanked her.
This food is so delicious. Reminds me of my childhood, when things were so much happier. I wish I never wore that yellow t-shirt, so that I could keep living a normal life. This tasty meal fills my senses of joy and happiness, a perfect last meal before my death sentence. The last pleasurable feeling in my life. While I was eating, the sun rose as the morning was getting brighter with clear blue skies, that were making me feel more happy and relaxed despite the impending death that was awaiting me.
"Delicious! Thank you for this tasty meal!", I said to the waitress, smiling and paying her with my money. She smiled and told me goodbye.
"I hope to see you again soon!", she said, smiling. How naive she was. If only she knew. I smiled back but said nothing.
I exited the restaurant and I saw police cars coming for me. Such a nice day to die.
"RILIN KEY! YOU HAVE BEEN ACCUSED OF A VERY SERIOUS CRIME SO YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!!!", the policewoman yelled loudly. I did as she said, as she handcuffed me and violently pushed me to the back of the car, where Leila was also sitting, handcuffed, with a depressed and defeated facial expression. Wow. I have never seen her in such a bad psychological state before!
"Leila! What are you doing here?!", I asked, shocked.
"I have been accused of inciting you to wear a yellow t-shirt, and to participate in international illegal black market by selling tomatoes to smugglers in Tomatophobistan in exchange of yellow t-shirts. This is all I'm gonna say. Let's stay silent from now on. Talking might make things worse", she said, serious. I nodded and stayed silent.
We were brought to a court, where my sisters and my mom also were. The case will be handled by Judge Jaj, who has requested Olga, the visual witness of the crime, to speak.
"Miss Jaj, I have not only witnessed the accused Leila inciting my brother Rilin to wear a yellow t-shirt and Rilin wearing it, I also took some photos with my phone and recorded pretty much all of their conversation! They went to some remote woods to commit the crime, thinking that nobody would see them! Please, take a look at it, Miss Jaj!", my sister Olga said, showing Miss Jaj some photos where I wore the yellow t-shirt and Leila inciting me to commit the crime, and pretty much everything Leila told me while we were together, since Olga secretly recorded most of our conversation.
=== "Come on! What are you waiting for? Just do it!" ------ "Nobody is watching us, come on! These woods are so remote and unpopular, nobody will see us doing this! Don't worry. Go ahead, do what your heart is telling you to do!" ------ "Don't worry about it, Rilin. It's just a yellow t-shirt. The society we live in tells you that wearing a yellow t-shirt is the most horrible thing you can ever do. We have grown up in this society and have been taught this since we were children. I don't believe wearing a yellow t-shirt is a bad thing at all. I don't believe most things that society tells us. You are not hurting anyone, by wearing this yellow t-shirt. You didn't murder anyone, and you didn't exterminate an entire ethnicity of people. Those things are worse than wearing a yellow t-shirt, even though society would tell you otherwise. You don't deserve to be killed. You deserve to be loved, comforted and understood" ------ "No, Rilin. Wearing a yellow t-shirt is okay for me, but not murder or genocide" ------ "You're welcome, Rilin. Now, take off your yellow t-shirt, I'm going to burn it so there will be no evidence of this ever happening. Let's go home!" ------ "I know some people from Tomatophobistan. They smuggle yellow t-shirts here in Murdakia and I have bought one in exchange of five tomatoes that I gave to them. We participate in illegal black market. Tomatoes are illegal there in Tomatophobistan, and are considered utterly morally unacceptable by pretty much everyone there, exactly like yellow t-shirts here in Murdakia. Laws and morality change according to the country, culture and even between individuals, so don't worry about what you did, Rilin. You're only a monster if you think you are one" ===
Miss Jaj was utterly shocked by my crime, and by Leila's harmful, dangerous, extreme affirmations that were utterly obscene, immoral, inappropriate and unambiguously illegal.
"In my entire life as a judge, I have heard about cases of people wearing yellow t-shirts, but I have never handled such a case myself. I'm so shocked, I'm so disgusted! I'm literally shaking!!!", she said, shivering in fear, and almost passing out from the shock and disgust.
"Are you okay, Miss Jaj?", said a man who was working at the court, "Do you need some water?", he asked.
"I'm okay, Ņäǂø! I can handle it!", Miss Jaj, taking a deep breath to calm down, then she resumed talking about the case.
"In a normal situation, you would be sentenced to death, Mr. Key. You have commited a really serious crime. However, it seems like you are the 9,999th person who has worn a yellow t-shirt in this region of Murdakia since the first town of this region was settled and founded 2,500 years ago. This region of Murdakia is special, and was founded to prove that our Goddess Murdak - praise to Her - is the most merciful and that She can forgive even the most serious crime if She wants to! So, the founders said that whoever was the 9,999th person to wear a yellow t-shirt in this region, would not be sentenced to death", said Miss Jaj, smiling happily, "Murdak is so merciful! PRAISE TO MURDAK!", she chanted loudly.
"PRAISE TO MURDAK! PRAISE TO MURDAK! PRAISE TO MURDAK!!!", chanted pretty much everyone in the court hall, including Johanna, Olga and my mom. But me and Leila were not praising Murdak. I think both me and her didn't agree with the divine rule that says that wearing a yellow t-shirt is the most horrible crime one can ever do. I wonder if Murdak even exists, even though "H"er existence is unquestionable here in Murdakia and you will be heavily insulted, mocked and made fun of if you dare question "H"er existence. What a joke of a country we live in.
"However, there is a catch!", said Miss Jaj, "While Mr. Rilin Key will not be sentenced to death, as he is the 9,999th person to have worn a yellow t-shirt in this region of Murdakia since its foundation, the founders of this region said that it's the mother of the criminal to decide the punishment for her child. So, if Mr. Rilin Key's mother decided he should be sentenced to death, so will be", said Miss Jaj, with a serious tone. A cold shiver run through my back. My mom will decide my punishment? I wonder if it's gonna be farts again! I don't want to think about it! Death sentence would had been a better choice, at this point!!! My mom smiled, and as Miss Jaj asked her what my punishment will be, she started speaking.
"I sentence my son to the punishment of having to smell my farts, Olga's farts and Johanna's farts whenever we tell him to smell them. The punishment will last for ten years, then he will be freed. If he refuses to smell any of our farts even once, he shall be sent to life in jail inside the harshest and most horrible prison in the region! Not death, because I know he prefers death rather than to smell our farts, which are very stinky! Hehe~", said my mom, smiling proudly.
Miss Jaj visibly cringed for a few seconds at the kind of punishment my mom wanted to give me, but after the initial surprise, Miss Jaj accepted.
"So be it. The case is closed", said Miss Jaj.
We exited the court, and my mom was smiling proudly and satisfied at the outcome.
"I have to fart now! Rilin, you know what to do!", said my mom, inviting me to put my nose in her ass.
"BUT MOM!!! We are in the middle of the streets! There are too many people around here! Please, let's not do this in public, mom!", I said, feeling utterly ashamed and humiliated.
"Do you prefer life in prison?", she asked, which made me shiver in fear, and understand the situation I was in. I quickly put my nose right on her asshole, despite us being in the middle of a crowded street full of people.
"Good boy!", my mom said, "Nnnggghhh..."
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"EWW! MOM, IT STINKS!!!", I said, complaining about the unbearable stench of the fart fumes that were released from my mom's butthole.
"Keep smelling, Rilin!", she said, as I was gagging from the immense stink of her farts, hearing people laughing at me, and feeling very humiliated by this situation.
"Mom! I gotta fart, too! Give Rilin to me!", said Olga, smiling proudly.
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"Olga! Your farts stink, too! Can't I breathe some fresh air for an entire afternoon some days or something? I can't deal with having to smell these every day! And please, let's not do this in public so often! People are looking at us!", I said, crying from both the stench and the embarrassment.
"It's my turn now!", said Johanna, sounding excited. As with both mom and Olga, I put my nose between Johanna's buttcrack, waiting for her to fart.
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"EWW! Johanna!!! Your farts are so deadly, too! I can't breathe with the stench of your farts!!! EEEWWW!!!", I said, gagging and crying from the unholy stench of Johanna's fart.
"I know my farts are so stinky you can't breathe... but you still have to! Haha~", she said, giggling cutely while inflicting this torment to me. A torment that will last ten years. This is the beginning of the end.