Content warning: fart fetish, facefarting, fart torture, sadness, depression, satanism, demonic possessions, fictional religions, demon girls torturing a guy by farting on his face, self-harm, and other weird stuff.
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I'm weird. Not only everything I do is done differently from other people, I also have a fart fetish. People often tell me to be normal, but it cannot be helped. I'm doomed to be alone forever. I really wish for a cute girl to fart on my face, but I never even heard a girl farting except for those fart fetish videos I find on the Internet. I have no friends, so I don't even get hugs! How can I be normal, if this is my personality? I don't want to "wear a mask" and conceal my true personality everytime I'm around others. Perhaps I should learn how to be normal like the others.
It's been around fifteen years since the last time I got a hug, I believe. And, considering I'm only twenty years old, these fifteen years have felt like an eternity.
The sadness is consuming me, and my demons have taken control of my soul. I stopped fighting against them, they're now in charge of my emotions. It's my demons speaking, not me.
I have fully surrendered my soul into the arms of Dystheia, the Goddess of Evil! Now it's her who controls my actions and my thoughts. I'm very sad, but she gives me a very powerful energy that keeps me alive. I sold my sold to a devil, but it was worth it.
I meet her every night in my dreams. She gives me tasks that I should do during the time.
"We meet again", I said, bowing to Dystheia in sign of immense respect and admiration.
"I can feel your urge to smell my farts. It's been like this since we've met, but I didn't please you, because I enjoy making you suffer. But, I decided to please you a little if you'll be a good boy. I'll let you smell my stinky farts, at one condition", she said, with an evil smirk.
"What is this condition?", I asked, ready to do anything to smell her farts.
"Cut your arms with a razorblade, and drink your blood", she said, serious like a mighty Goddess.
"How can I know you'll keep your promise? Also, how can I know your farts are stinky enough for me? I like super stinky farts! I don't like them if they are odorless!", I said, proud of myself and skeptical of her promise. She's a demon, after all.
"You cannot know for sure if I'll keep my promise. You'll have to trust me", she said, smirking evilly.
"What about your farts? Will they be stinky enough for me?", I asked.
"I think so!", she said, shrugging.
"I don't believe you!", I said, angry.
"Fu-fu-fu~... okay, you can have a sample, put your nose between my asscheeks and take a sniff~", she said, with an evil smile.
(What's the trick here? I don't think she wants to please me so easily. But I have no other choice, my heart is beating really fast, and my desire is burning too intensely. I can't resist this urge), I thought.
I placed my house between her asscheeks, as she told me, and she let out a short, silent fart.
*fffsssfffsss*
The smell was extremely disgusting, rotten, putrid, noxious, it irritated my nose and throat and made my eyes water... JUST THE WAY I LOVE IT! I'm feeling sexually aroused and I keep sniffing this lovely nauseating stench of spoiled milk and rotten vegetables. I'm in heaven now.
"Enough sniffing", she said.
She snapped her fingers and the smell was gone, leaving me very unsatisfied and craving for more. She's such a bastard demon!
"Good morning, sweetie, you're about to wake up. Remember to make cuts on your arm and drink your blood. If you complete the task, I'll let you smell my stinky farts as promised", she said, with an evil smile, disappearing into a dark fog.
I woke up from this strange dream. Was that just a dream, though? Yeah, it was definitely a dream! No way I'm cutting my arms and drinking my blood because of this fucked up dream!
I have breakfast, then I spend all day in my bedroom looking at the walls and crying. And thinking. What if this dream was true? Well, doesn't matter if it's true or not, if I don't do as she said, I won't smell her farts. I have a burning desire, I can't resist it. Her farts were so stinky, it was beautiful! Well, trying doesn't cost anything, so I went to the bathroom to shave my beard, and I took a deep breath.
Should I actually do this? I know I'm gonna regret this. I took the razorblade and made a cut on my arm. AH! It's painful, and blood is coming out. Now I need to drink my own blood. It tastes like iron, but I need to drink it all, until there's none left. I did it.
Soon, it was time to go to sleep, so I lied down on my bed, closed my eyes and waited for my reward. I just hope she's not playing her usual tricks on me, but after all, she's a demon, I can't completely trust her.
"Hail Satan!", I heard from a familiar voice.
"I did as you told me, now give me the reward!", I said, angry.
"Fu-fu-fu~. Well, you completed the task, and a promise is a promise. Come here, put your nose where it belongs~", she said, and the temptation was incredibly powerful.
I placed my nose firmly between her asscheeks and waited for the reward.
"Good boy~", she said, smiling and letting out a disgustingly stinky silent but very deadly fart.
*pppfffsssfffppp*
The smell was unbearable, much stronger than it was yesterday night. It smells like pure rancidness now.
"I'm sorry, Goddess, this is too stinky for me, I cannot breathe this evil miasma in", I said, removing my nose from the between of her asscheeks, trying to breathe fresh air in, only to find her fart polluted the whole place.
"Put your nose back in there", she said, serious.
"Please, no, Goddess. Also, why are your farts tonight so much stinkier than yesterday night?", I asked.
"I ate some dead rats just for you ️️️ they tend to give me the worst gas for some reason", she said, sexily.
"Eww", I said, disgusted.
"Smell my farts. If you don't do that willingly, I will force you to~"
I took a deep breath before preparing myself to smell the stinkiest and only farts I've ever smelled in my whole life. I placed my nose between her asscheeks again, but the smell of her previous fart lingered.
*pppsssfffttt*
It felt my nose was drowning inside a rotten egg. I gagged and involuntarily placed my nose away from her ass again, just like when you retract your hand when you touch something that is very hot.
"Looks like I have to force you to smell my stinky farts~", she said, sexily.
"DEMON GRAVITY", she shouted, and suddenly I felt a lot heavier. It was very difficult to even move an inch. I kneeled to the ground, trying to escape. She placed my head near her ass, with my nose between her ass-cheeks.
"Get ready, I have something really stinky for your nose~️", she said, and I was so scared.
*pppbbbrrrfffttt*
I felt like I was going to pass out from this throat-irritating putrid stench. I tried to hold my breath but I couldn't last more than 30 seconds. As soon as I took another whiff, EWWW!!! My eyes started watering like a fountain. Struggling was impossible due to the increased gravity from her magic spell.
"DEMON SUMMONING!!!", she shouted.
"Did you call us, Goddess?", a demon girl said, surrounded by a horde of several hundred demon girls.
"Yes, I did. Please, take turns farting on this guy's nose, forever. Make sure he only gets extremely stinky air to breathe, that is, your smelly farts, and make sure he never ever gets non-stinky air to breathe. All he should breathe from now on is your extremely stinky farts. Don't disobey me", Goddess Dystheia said, as she got up from my face and removed her gravity spell from my body.
"Hello! We are six hundred sixty six demon girls known to have unbearably stinky farts. Prepare to smell something absolutely noxious and revolting for the rest of your life. We are the Eprocthylis", said one of them, smiling and inviting me to put my nose between her ass-cheeks. It feels awkward, they all look really young, but they are several thousands year old.
Still, I placed my nose between this demon girl's asscheeks, and she let out a silent but extremely deadly fart, much stinkier than Goddess Dystheia's farts. It was very painful to breathe, and I gagged, screamed and cried while seven demon girls were holding me and keeping me from escaping from that poison-like stench. Two of them were holding my arms still, two were holding my legs still, and the other three were keeping my head in the demon's girl's ass. There's no way I could escape. The other 658 demon girls were either laughing at me, playing videogames, or chatting with each other. They will take turns torturing me forever.
"EWWW!!! IT STINKS!!! PUUU!!! Anyway... I will wake up eventua... EWWW!!! PEEE-UUU!!!", I said, as my energies to fight back and struggle were decreasing.
"No, you won't. We froze time. You'll play with us forever️️️"
"EWWW!!! LET ME GO, I WILL PROBABLY... EWWW!!! PUUU!!!", I screamed and gagged everytime I took the smallest whiff. This stench is totally rancid, I can't even open my eyes. Uuughhh, it really smells.
"You will probably what?", she said, giggling.
"I WILL PROBABLY... EWWW!!! IT REALLY STINKS!!! I WILL... EWWW-EWW-EW-PUUUUUU!!! I WILL DIE FROM THIS TERRIBLE... EEEWWW!!! LET ME GO, PLEASE!!! I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU... EWWW!!! PUUU!!! IT'S UNBEARABLE!!!", I complained, screamed and cried.
"I don't understand you~", she said. I will try to form a complete sentence now.
*PPPBBBRRRFFFTTT*
She let out a loud and devastatingly stinly fart that burned and spoiled my nostril's hair.
"I SAID I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU... EWWW!!! PUUU!!! WHATEVER YOU... EWWW!!! PUUU-PUUU-PUUU!!! EWWW!!! WHATEVER... EWWW!!! EWWW!!! I CAN'T... EWWW!!! PUUU!!! LET ME GO, I WILL... PUUU!!! EWWW!!! EWWW!!! PUUU!!! I WILL EXPLAIN IF YOU... EWWW!!! PUUU!!! EWWW!!!", I tried to speak, but this stench of rotten cabbage mixed with spoiled milk and decaying vegetables is preventing me to form complete sentences.
I'm doomed with stinky fate for my whole... EWWW!!! For my whole... PUUU!!! LIFE!!! FOR MY WHOLE... PUUU!!! EWWW!!! EWWW!!! EWWWWWW!!!!!! JUST KILL ME ALREADY, JUST... PUUU!!! EEWWWW!!!