Lucy is a 25 years old girl who works as a cashier in a supermarket. She's generally very gassy, but always holds her gas in when she's at work, only to have a long stinky concert when she comes back home with her boyfriend Ken, who by now got used to Lucy's loud and smelly flatulence.
"I'm home", said Lucy, pretending to smile, but she's a bit depressed.
*PPPBBBRRRFFFTTT*
An extremely loud fart was released, and Ken was impressed, though he's used to the sound, but the smell was so strong there was no getting used to it. It smelt like putrid broccoli and spoiled milk.
"You're stinking up the room again!", said Ken, laughing and holding his nose.
Lucy pretended to laugh but deep inside she was feeling horrible due to her depression. She had a very low self-esteem and didn't enjoy life anymore. All she did was hiding in her bedroom and crying.
"Going to your bedroom?", asked Ken.
"Maybe later. I can keep you company now if you want me to", said Lucy, trying to smile.
"Sure!", said Ken, hugging her.
*pppbbbfffttt*
Ken loves Lucy, so he was happy basking in those toxic fumes to keep hugging Lucy.
"I love you", said Lucy.
*pppbbbrrrttt*
"Oops!", said Lucy, pretending to giggle, while the smell was getting much stronger and Ken's eyes started watering.
*pssst*
"Eh...", said Lucy, sighing.
The smell was getting unbearable, so Ken couldn't stand it anymore and walked away to breathe some more fresh air, only to find the whole living room was stinking, so they both went outside.
"It's cold here", complained Lucy, "let's go back inside", she said.
The inside of the house was very stinky, but Ken decided to tolerate the smell to make her happy.
"I'm so sorry if it stinks", said Lucy, with a sad expression.
"What's wrong?", asked Ken.
"I'm not feeling too well", said Lucy, looking at the floor with a sad face.
"I'm here. I will always try to make you feel better, no matter what", said Ken.
"Thank you", said Lucy.
"And no matter how stinky things will get, I will always be with you", said Ken, rubbing her back.
"I know my farts are deadly. There's no need to pretend otherwise", she said, knowing the truth.
"I could smell them with my nose in your butt and still not complain!", said Ken.
"Oh? Really? Prove it", she said, smiling but still feeling blue.
"Can I?", he said.
"Sure, come in my bedroom and lay down on my bed so that I can sit on your face and fart~", she said. She was getting a warm fuzzy feeling for the first time in a few years, but worried that it will be only temporary.
Ken followed Lucy into her bedroom and lay down.
"Ready?", she said, mildly excited.
"I am!", said Ken.
Lucy sat right on his nose.
"I feel a big one coming!", she said, smiling.
*pppbbbfffrrrtttrrrfffbbbppp*
The smell was far nastier than what Ken could handle, but he kept smelling it to make Lucy feel better about herself. Between gagging and eye-watering, Ken was doing his best to keep smelling, but the smell was really overwhelming he wasn't sure about whether to keep smelling it or not. He thought he was dying down there, but still, he wanted to make Lucy happy, so even though it was the most disgusting smell he has ever smelled, he kept taking it in like a brave man.
*pppbbbttt*
"A small but pungent one", she said, giggling, as her noxious emissions burned the inside of Ken's nostrils and lungs.
He felt like he was half dead, but he didn't give up, not just yet. Lucy noticed he was struggling to smell her farts, so she decided not to keep doing it for a lot of time, and pretend she was feeling better thanks to him.
*pppbbbfffrrrttt*
Ken at this point was desperate and really needed to breathe fresh air, but for the love he had towards Lucy, he could keep doing this forever, no matter how much the smell was going to make him dizzy and nauseous.
"This was my last one. I feel better now, thank you", said Lucy, getting up.
"Please, no! I want to keep smelling your farts all day!", said Ken, begging her.
"Are you sure about this?", she asked, confused.
"Yes, please! Just, tie me up so that I can't escape, fart in my face all day and make my nose melt in your stench. Don't untie me for at least three hours, not even if I beg you!", he requested.
"Are you sure? You might seriously regret this!", she said, worried but excited at the idea.
"I'm one hundred percent sure!", said Ken, giving a thumbs up and smiling.
"Okay, please wait here, and if you change your mind about this, please let me know", she said, kindly.
She came back after three minutes with chains and handcuffs, tied him up to the bed and sat on his nose again.
"Let's see if you like this"
*pppbbbfffrrrttt*
The fart was putrid and lingering, and Ken started panicking from the noxious smell that overwhelmed his senses. He gasped for air but the only air he got was Lucy's reeking flatulence. Knowing he had to suffer like that for three hours made him feel scared for his life. That was definitely something he regretted asking. Be careful what you wish for.