As I was walking through the streets, a random androgynous person approached me. They had an otherworldly aura, almost as if they didn't come from this planet.
"Uh... can I help you?", I asked them, sweating nervously but smiling politely.
"This fictional avant-garde fart fetish story features experimentation with narrative styles. More precisely, it features both first-person and second-person narrative, first person - I - is you, and second person - you - is Camilla, who will fart on your face. More different combinations will be experimented in the future. Enjoy!", they said, walking towards a disk-shaped vehicle that was parked close to a car, entering the vehicle and flying away with it, disappearing through the endless skies.
"Uh... okay", I mumble to myself, extremely confused about what just happened. How did they know know about Camilla, and about the farting thing? Was that person an alien? What 'fictional story' were they referring to? Ah, nevermind.
Suddenly, I see you. You run towards me, smile and hug me tight.
"Aww, Camilla! Hi! I'm happy to see you!", I say, smiling and hugging you back.
"Me too! I wasn't expecting to see you around here!", you say, hugging me a bit tighter before letting go, "do you want to know about one of the hundreds of new philosophies I thought about this month?", you asked me, looking excited.
"Another one?", I say, chuckling. You keep coming up with new strange ideas all the idea.
"Yeah! I always make hundreds of them! Anyway, I called it Primocura!", you say, smiling.
"Primocura? That's a strange name. What is this philosophy about?", I ask you, relatively curious, about this philosophy you came up with, called Primocura (Japanese: プリモクーラ, "purimokūra").
"Theology! Primocura stands for primordially monotheism - currently atheism! Primocura! It says that God used to exist before the birth of the Universe, but at some point, around 13.8 billions years ago, due to the existential dread caused by its own immortality, God killed itself with a gun pointed to its own head, the explosion caused by the shot was the Big Bang, which generated our Universe. Since when the Universe was born, God ceased to exist by suicide, indicating that our Universe is an atheistic one and always has been, even though God existed before the Big Bang. What do you think?", you tell me, with an excited smile on your face, "oh, by the way, by immortality I meant immortal unless it killed itself", you say, specifying something that was already obvious by the context.
"Uh... isn't it similar to Deism or something?", I ask you. I literally don't care about theology, or philosophy in general, the only reason I even know the word 'Deism' is because you're obsessed with philosophy and talk about it all the time, "uh... anyway, Camilla... remember what I told you the last time I met you?", I asked you, hoping to change the topic of the conversation as quickly as possible.
"As for your first question: no, Deism is very different! In Deism, the creator deity is still around, it just doesn't interact with its own creation. Also, in Primocura, God is not the creator of the Universe, the Universe was generated unintentionally through the explosion caused by the bullet's impact with God's head", you said, and I hope you'll address the second question as soon as possible, "As for your second question, well... you told me a lot of things the last time we met!", you said.
"Yes, but... I'm thinking about a specific thing", I said, blushing. It's an embarrassing thing, but I want to try it, you don't seem the kind of person who would judge me for that, maybe you're open to that, so it's now or never, I won't ever forgive myself if I missed this chance.
"What is that specific thing that are you thinking about?", you say, smiling, and I blush even more.
"W-well...", I started saying, stuttering from the anxiety and nervousness, "...r-remember when I asked you about... about...", I take a deep breath, trying to calm down, "remember when I asked you if your farts were usually very stinky, and you told me they were?", I say, shivering nervously and blushing embarrassed.
"Yes, I remember that clearly", you say, smiling and nodding.
"W-well...", I blush even more, trying to calm down just enough to be able to continue talking, "...you know, uhm... I'd love to try something...", my face is red like the color RGB(255,0,0) and my heart is beating really fast. I hope everything will go well.
"What would you like to try?", you ask, looking curious.
"W-well...", I breathe heavily and fast as my heart is beating faster, and I try to calm myself down, "I saw some videos about girls farting on a someone else's face, and I'd love to try that with you!", my heart is beating so fast that I feel light-headed. I hope I don't pass out in front of you, Camilla.
"You want me to fart on your face?", you ask, with an expression of mix between curiosity and excitement.
"Y-yeah... if you want...", I say, still blushing, but feeling calmer than before.
"Sure! I'm actually curious to try it, to see what it's like!", you say, with a cheerful grin on your face. Your smile comforts me, it tells me that everything will be alright. I'm now calm.
"Okay, thank you, Camilla!", I say, with a happy blush on my face.
"Do you want to do it at my house?", you ask, smiling.
"If that's not a problem to you, okay!", I say, smiling too.
"Not a problem at all! Let's go!", you say, looking happy and excited and starting to walk towards your house.
I follow you.
We go to your house, and to your bedroom. "You have a really nice bedroom!", I say, smiling and looking around.
"I agree!", you say, smiling and nodding.
"So, shall we start with the... farting thing?", I say, smiling and blushing a little.
"I don't have to fart now", you say, sitting on your bed.
"Oh, okay...", I say, smiling, and starting to feel impatient, excited and hyped for this gassy fun to start, "You know, in those videos I watched, the girl sat on the person's face and just kept farting all the time. It was so hot to watch!"
"Those videos are fake, my friend. Either that, or they edit out the parts where she doesn't fart. Some things only happen in fictional media, and this is real life, not fiction - of course. The idea you have put in your own mind is pure non-sense", you say, looking at my eyes and smiling, "I'll warn you when I'll have a fart coming. What do you want to do in the meanwhile? Playing videogames? I have this Super Tesseract X3 with 100,000 games, we can play with it!"
"Oh... okay!", I say, sighing and smiling. I should had expected it, some things are just unrealistic, I should keep my expectations in check. I look outside of the window and see a pterodactly flying throught the skies, "Hey, Camilla! There's a pterodactyl flying around here!"
"Yes, in the last few years there have been efforts to revive long-extinct species, I'm aware of that, I've been reading many articles about that, it's really nothing particularly remarkable", you say, shrugging, "anyway, come here, let's play some videogames! I'll tell you when I'll have to fart, don't worry, I won't forget about it!~", you say, looking at me with a happy smile on your face.
I walk towards you, sit on your bed next to you, and start playing videogames with you, waiting for you to fart on my face, which is something I've been waiting for many years, in a sense. We're playing Giuseppina Hovercraft 69, a hovercraft racing game that allows multiplayer up to 4 players. It's really fun, but I'm still thinking about the moment you'll fart on my face. Oh, maybe I should just enjoy the moment instead of daydreaming like this. At certain points in the track, there are bonuses, which you can use to either benefit yourself, like going faster with your hovercraft, or use as attacks or sabotage your opponent. You have used a bonus to sabotage me, and now my hovercraft is full of eels, making it go much slower than yours. Eventually, you win the match.
"Yay! It was fun, wasn't it?", you say, smiling happily.
"It was!", I say, smiling too.
"Oh, wait!", you say, looking at me, "I have to fart now!"
As you say that, my heart beast faster and I feel excited. This is the moment I've been waiting for! I'm breathing heavily from the excitement, my heart beats fast and I feel warm, it's a wonderful feeling and I'm very hyped!
"Awesome! Thank you, Camilla! I'll lay down on your bed, so please put your butt on my nose and fart, I want to do it exactly like it happens on those face-farting videos!", I say, feeling very excited about this.
"Okay!", you say, nodding and smiling, and as I lay down on the bed, you put your butt on my nose as I asked you, and my heart is beating even faster. The moment is coming.
PPPBBBRRRTTTSSSFFF!!!
Wow, you really farted on my nose! Incredible! It made a rumbly, bubbly sound, I could feel my nose vibrate, and the gas that my nose was blasted by was warm and stinky. As I sniff your fart, my nose wrinkles and it's not easy to keep sniffing, your fart really stank!
"Hehe, are you happy now?~", you ask me, giggling. Your flatulence is much stinkier than I was expecting. For a long time, I was wondering if the reactions in those videos were fake, especially because in some videos, there was no reaction at all from who was smelling the girl's fart. I don't know about the other girls, but phew, your farts are noxious, Camilla! I barely manage to not gag, even though the smell is really putrid and nauseating. It would be embarrassing to admit that your farts are too stinky for me, so I keep sniffing, even though I'm really struggling to not audibly gag at this horrible stench, and I hope you'll get your ass away from my face as soon as possible so that I don't have to admit that it stinks too much for me, but of course, you can't read my mind, so you're keeping your ass on my nose, and this lingering stench is horrible, and I have to just put up with this awful smell because the only other alternative is admitting that this fart that you just let out is too stinky for me, and I really don't want to do that.
"Y-yeah, sure!", I say, trying not to talk too much, because it's already difficult to not audibly gag when not talking, but when talking it's even worse. Your fart smells so bad that my eyes are watering and I feel like I have to throw up. I'm shivering a bit, too, the smell is absolutely disgusting.
"I'm glad! Please keep smelling to your heart's content~", you say, grinning happily as you play a single-player game while having your ass pressed right against my nose, with the lingering stench of your fart making it difficult for me to breathe without feeling like I have to puke. Being face-farted (at least, by you) is a stinkier experience than what I had thought, I was underestimating how stinky it would had been, for sure.
I didn't say anything, I tried to not even groan while inhaling these rancid fumes, and I barely succeeded. My nose is burning, your flatulence is sour, hot and very stinky. After some time, the smell finally dissipated, and you got up from my face, giggling and smiling cheerfully.
"So, how was it? Was it stinky enough for you? Did you like it?~", you ask me, with a happy grin on your face. Yeah, maybe it was a bit too stinky, to be honest, but I'm not going to admit it. Ha, a girl's flatulence can never defeat my nose! But I may find some excuse to no longer be face-farted by you at some point, because I think I won't be able to stand the smell for much longer.
"It was a bit stinky, yes, it was fun to smell it!", I tell you, trying to sound tough and resilient, still thinking about how awful the smell was. I could barely breathe, it smelled really bad!
"A bit stinky? Just a bit? I was afraid my farts may had been too stinky for you! Ah, well, maybe I was overestimating how bad they smelled. I'm glad you had fun! Now, let's play some more videogames, or do something else, I'll fart on your face again as soon as I feel one coming~", you say, with a smug and happy expression on your face. I hope your next fart won't be as stinky as the previous one!
"That sounds fun...", I say, with a huge grin on my face, even though I'm already starting to feel scared of how bad your next fart will smell, "so... what game are we going to play now?"
"Eh, there are 100,000 different games to choose from! I'd like to play another racing game with you if you don't mind, Gondwana Racers 64", you say, smiling excited.
"Sure, that sounds fun!", I say, wanting to play this game with you, "I wonder if it will be much different from Giuseppina Hovercraft 69"
"Gondwana Racers 64 has much more realistic graphics, and we race with cars, not with hovercrafts. It's going to be fun, trust me~", you say, looking really excited to play this game with me. The smell of the fart you let out on my face earlier has dissipated by now, but my nose is still warm from the stench. I was really underestimating how bad your farts would smell, but now what, should I admit it to you? No way, that would be embarrassing, it would be admitting my weakness! We play some matches together in Gondwana Racers 64. I managed to win a few times, but for the most part, it's you who usually wins.
"Well, to my defence, I don't have this game", I say, smirking. The perfect justification for losing!
"Hehe I know, but we're having fun, aren't we~", you say, smiling happy.
"Indeed we are!", I say, smiling happy too, "I love spending time with you, Camilla!"
"Same! Also, I have to fart again. Lay down on the bed and I'll fart on your face again~", you say, with a happy grin on your face. I sigh inaudibly and lay down on the bed again. I'm already starting to worry about how bad it will smell, but I'll prove you how strong I am! Yeah, this time, no matter how bad it smells, I will do my best to just stay there and keep sniffing your gas. I'm not weak, even I know that! As I lay down on the bed, you walk towards me, point your butt towards me, sit on my face, my nose is right between your buttcheeks. Your butt is soft like a pillow, warm like an electric heater, and soon, it will release some stinky fumes, but I'm ready for that!
PBRPBRPBRPTSFPTSFPTSF!!!
I thought I was ready for that... but it really stinks! The smell is putrid and pungent, it makes my eyes water and me want to throw up, it's really disgusting, it's rotten, how am I supposed to keep sniffing something so stinky? It's pretty much unbearable, and at this point, I can't stop myself from audibly gagging, and of course, you noticed that and started giggling.
"Ooohhh~what was that, did you just gag?", you said, giggling, "so, my fart was stinky, right? Hehehe~"
"Mguh...", I gag and groan, yes Camilla, your fart is stinky... very stinky! But now what, do I really have to admit it? "Yeah, a little bit, Camilla, nothing too bad, though...", I say, trying not to gag again. Phew, it reeks! It smells awful! But I'm not going to say that it stinks too much for me! My nose is starting to go numb, but I have to keep sniffing. It smells so horrible, but this stench is better than admitting my weakness!
"Oh, I'm glad! For a moment I thought my fart was too stinky for you~keep sniffing, then~♥", you say, giggling a bit. My eyes are watering, I'm about to give up. I'm starting to not care if giving up is an admission of weakness, your farts are unbearable, breathing them in is like a torture. I'll soon admit my defeat, I can't keep sniffing these horrible fumes for much longer.
"Ugh...", I keep sniffing, even though I'm at my limit. Somehow, I manage to keep sniffing until the smell dissipated. My eyes are watering, my nose is burning, I feel nauseous and dizzy, my face still stinks, there's no way I can smell even just another one of your farts. Next time you'll fart on my face, I'll be forced to admit defeat, I already know.
"Did it stink? Did you like it?", you ask me, with a happy smile on your face. You also seem proud to have stinky farts.
"Y-yeah...", I say, still coughing a bit.
"Yes to both questions?~", you ask me, smirking.
"Y-yeah...", I say, gasping for air as I'm still feeling dizzy because of the horrible stench I had to inhale for longer than I would had been comfortable with.
"Aww, you're so adorable~", you say, smiling, and I smile too.
"You too!", I tell you, smiling.
"Now we'll keep playing videogames until I'll have to fart again! Next game I want to play with you is... Panzer II: War in the Ice Age! What do you think?", you ask me, smiling.
"Sounds good! Let's play it!", I tell you, curious about what this game will be about.
"So... this is a first person shooter! Multiplayer has two different modes, versus and co-op. In the versus mode, we fight against each other, in co-op mode, we both fight against the CPU. What do you want to start with?", you ask me, smiling. At first I thought it would had been disappointing that it's not like in the video where you just sit on my face and keep farting all the time, but considering how bad your farts smell, maybe it's a blessing. We're mostly just playing videogames, and you onl fart on my face whenever you have to fart, which is not too often, but often enough to be a torment for my nose.
"Uh... maybe co-op! Yeah, let's try co-op!", I say, trying to distract myself from the thought that I have to smell your farts again sooner or later. It's not like I HAVE to. After all, I asked for it, and you're just doing it to make me happy. But, admitting that your farts are so stinky that I'm unable to tolerate the smell, is a sign of weakness. It would be too embarrassing, and then you'd start teasing me, I'm pretty sure of that. But on the other hand, your farts are obscenely stinky, they're unbearable, I know I'll have to give up.
"Okay!", you say, selecting the co-op mode, and we start playing. This game is so fun! Oh, how lucky you are, you have 100,000 games all for you. I should come to your house more often! Playing videogames and smelling your farts are both really fun things to do, though the latter is quite challenging, due to the intense stench. We keep playing this game and since it's not me vs you this time, there's really no 'winner', but we're having fun playing against CPU-controlled enemies. After some time playing, you look at me with a huge grin on your face.
"I have to fart again! I know I'm not farting as often as you see in those edited videos where they cut every part where the girl doesn't fart, but hey, it's way better than nothing, right? Lay down, get ready to sniff some stink~", you say, with a warm, happy smile on your face, and I shiver nervously, but have a smile on my face so that you'll think I'm strong and brave, and then I lay down on the bed. I already know it's going to stink a lot, but I'm brave, right?
PPPBBBBRRRPBRPBRPBRTTTSSSFFF!!!
"Aaahhh~this was a big one, loud and stinky~", you say, giggling proudly. Stinky is an understatement, it absolutely reeks! At this point, breathing in these stinky fumes is a very smelly and uncomfortable experience, so I'll finally admit it.
"Ugh... Camilla...", I say, trying my best not to gag. After all, if I have to admit that I give up, I want to do it elegantly, "Your farts... uh... are a bit too stinky for me, honestly. I need a break", I say as my nose is going numb from the awful stink.
"Hehehe aww, seems like my farts are not so mild after all~ok, let's open the windows, it stinks in here~hehehe~", you say, giggling proud of how bad your farts smell, and you walk towards the windows and open them. I walk towards the windows too, and put my head outside. It's really not an exaggeration to say that it stinks in here, phew! I blush, because I was unable to tolerate the smell of your farts. But to my defense, your farts smell terrible!
"Wow Camilla... your farts are pretty noxious... I'm proud of you!", I say, with my head still sticking outside the window. You blush, you seem to have taken what I took as a compliment. Which it was in this case, even though a sentence like that is usually not said as a compliment, in a 'normal' context.
"Thanks! I know my farts stink really bad, and I'm proud of that~", you say, blushing and with a proud smile on your face, "You've done a pretty good job sniffing my farts so far, but they're so stinky that there was no way you wouldn't had given up eventually~hehehe~♡"
"Wow Camilla, you're teasing me a lot! No way I wouldn't had given up eventually? That sounds like a challenge!", I tell you, because yeah, the way you said that, it's pretty clear you're challenging me! "You're right that your farts are really stinky, Camilla, but is it really impossible to stand the smell? No way, I was just not putting a lot of effort into that! Your farts are really stinky, but if I try really hard, I may be able to handle them!", I tell you, proudly. Ugh, what am I getting myself into. It's really gonna be a very stinky experience, but I'm too stubborn, and maybe it's true that if I put a lot of effort into not giving up, then I'll be able to stand the smell of your farts despite how horribly stinky they are.
"Oh, you really think that?~", you say, looking at me with a huge, proud, mischievous smirk on your face. I nod, a bit nervously, but I'm too stubborn to give up completely. Is this a good idea? Probably not, but I'm going to do it anyway, "well then, I'll fart on your face again later, try as hard as you can to not give up next time, just keep sniffing my stinky farts, show me that you can really do it~". This is a challenge!
"Of course, Camilla! I'll do my best!", I say, with a confident smile on my face. Will I 'win' next time? We'll see! I'm so excited! I'll try my best, even if it stinks horribly, I'll still keep sniffing! I must win!
"Good luck~", you tell me, with a proud grin on your face, "Shall we play some more videogames in the meanwhile?"
"Sure! Playing videogames with you is so fun! Oh, I'm having so much fun today with you, Camilla, and your farts are so stinky that it's a hard challenge for me to win, but honestly, that's exactly what makes it even more fun!", I tell you, smiling. I wonder what game you'll propose this time. With 100,000 games, boredom is not an option (or maybe it is, actually, but I digress).
"Hehehe yeah~anyway, what game will we play... hmm... let me think... what about... a fighting game? Maybe... Techzen 6? It has a very futuristic high-technology vibe!", you say, and I nod and smile.
"That sounds great! Yeah, let's play it!", I say, smiling excitedly.
We start playing Techzen 6, a game series with futuristic high-technology aesthetics mixed with Zen aesthetics. Pretty interesting.
"I'm going to use Headachi as a character!", you say, confident, "all characters are already unlocked by default in this game, unlike in the previous Techzen games!"
"So, Camilla... what are we going to play after Techzen 6? We played Panzer II: War in the Ice Age before. What if we play the first Panzer game?", I ask, wondering how that game is.
"Panzer II: War in the Ice Age is the first game in the series", you say.
"W-what?", I ask, confused.
"Yes, it's true, Panzer II: War in the Ice Age is the first game of the series. The second and last game of the series so far is Panzer WWW: World Warming Warfare, we can play that later if you want", you tell me, smiling.
"Oh, ok...", I say, choosing a character to find against your Headachi, "hmm... I'm gonna choose Hwoaroprofen, an effective character against Headachi. I know, because I have this game, too", I say, confident as well, preparing to fight against you in this beautiful game.
We keep playing this game and eventually, you win. Your Headachi seems unbeatable! Or maybe it's not true that Hwoaroprofen is effective against Headachi. Or maybe I just suck at this game.
"Hehehe, I won~", you say, smiling excitedly, "but don't worry, there's still a chance of you winning in... some other game~", you say, giggling mischievously.
"Yeah, I guess?", I say, shrugging.
"I mean... the fart-sniffing game", you say, explaining what you meant (I thought you were referring to a videogame).
"Oh, ok!", I see, understanding what you mean, "I'll do my best!", I say, nodding confidently, and laying down on the bed before you sit on my face again. I should not give up this time, but I know it will be easier thought than done!
"Get ready, it's going to stink~", you say, giggling.
"I know..."
PPPBBBRRRTTTSSSFFF!!!
"MMMPPPFFF!!!", I groan and let out a muffled scream with my mouth closed, I try my best not to groan but wow, Camilla, your farts are noxious! I bet even rotten eggs are not as stinky as your farts! I try my best to just keep sniffing but at each sniff, my eyes are watering even more, and I feel like I get closer to throwing up. No, I can't keep sniffing. No matter how hard I try, the smell is so bad and rotten that is making me go crazy! The only thing I can do right now is giving up, there's no other option, I feel like I'm dying from this horrible stench!
"Camilla... I...", I start saying, starting to cough, this smell is choking me, it stinks so bad, there's no way I can stand it, no amount of "effort" can make me able to just breathe these nasty fart fumes in.
"Shush, don't say anything, my friend, I know you want to smell more~", you say, gigging, "don't worry, you're lucky, I'm gassy, so I have plenty of farts to let you smell, enjoy~"
PBRPBRPBRTSFTSFTSF!!!
"MGUH!!!", I groan, "No, Camilla, please, I need a break, your farts are horrible! They're toxic!", I whine, starting to gag. If I don't get fresh air anytime soon, I may actually throw up. I needed to admit that your farts are too stinky for me, but it's a way better option than to keep smelling them like this. You giggle and get your ass away from my face. With tears still in my eyes and my nose basically fried from your stinky farts, you look at me, with a proud, self-congratulatory smile on your face.
"Hohoho, seems like my farts ARE a bit too stink for you, after all~", you tell me, giggling.
"Yes, Camilla, they are", I say, coughing some more, "let's open the windows, this room stinks so bad it's uninhabitable", I say, walking towards the windows and opening them, hoping that this horrible putrid stench will dissipate pretty soon. I have underestimated how bad your farts smell, Camilla, they smell awful! But in the end, I can see that reality can be as fun as fiction, so I feel happy and satisfied. As I open the window, I see something unexpected: a dragon flying through the sky. The planet Saturn is shining bright in the sky, and seeing a dragon flying around like this is such a beautiful, breathtaking view. As breathtaking as your farts, Camilla, but more metaphorical. Actually, just metaphorical. Outdoors there are a lot of people recording the flying dragon with their mobile phones.
"Camilla, come here! A dragon is flying through the sky!", I tell you, excited.
"Really? This is an extremely rare occurrence! The last time a dragon was seen in the world was in the middle ages!", you say, with your eyes sparkling from excitement, running towards me and looking outside the window, "Wow..."
Both me and you took our mobile phones and start recording this beautiful scene: a dragon flying through the clear, bright skies, with the planet Saturn clearly visible in the sky. I have a warm, happy feeling, this is so beautiful. I blush from the happiness. It's in moments like these that I understand how good life can be (sometimes). After all, one day we will go back to where we came from, so it makes sense to enjoy life as much as possible. After a while, we stop recording the video. Now the have a memory of this beautiful, rare event, right here in our mobile phones, and we can look at it again whenever we want!
"It looks so amazing! Ahhh~", you say, with a happy smile on your face, "anyway, I have to fart again, do you want me to fart on your face, or have you smelled enough of my stinky farts today, and you can't stand the smell anymore?~", you ask me, with a smug smile on your face. You seem proud of the fact that your farts are stinky enough for them to be a real challenge for my nose, but I don't want to surrender this easily!
"Ha, you really think your farts are stinky enough to make me give up like this? No way, I'll lay down on the bed again", I say, laying down on the bed again, "go ahead, Camilla, fart right on my nose!", I say, a bit nervous because I know your fart will stink, your farts always stink, so I better get my nose prepared for a nasty, rotten smell. You sit on my face, putting your butt right on my nose, am I truly ready for your stinky farts? Ugh...
PBRPBRPBRFTSTSFTSFTSFPPPSSS!!!
"MGOHHH!!!", as soon as your hot, smelly fart permeates my nostrils, I can't help but at the very least loudly groan, the smell is putrid and pungent, it's stinkier than what I can handle, breathing it in makes me want to throw up, I may need a bucket if I don't get my nose away from your ass as soon as possible! My loud groans and complaints make you laugh, you're clearly delighted at how much I'm disgusted while smelling your farts, Camilla, and that makes you incredibly cute and adorable!
"So, my friend, are my farts too stinky for you? Do you want to give up? Hehehe~", you say, giggling, with a really smug and cute attitude, that even though my nose is dying from your noxious farts, I can't help but to think how adorable you are. Your farts are so stinky that my nose feels like it's melting from the obscenely putrid stench, and you keep laughing even more as I continue gagging and feeling like I'm choking from your horrendous farts.
"Yes, Camilla, eugh...", I say, failing to avoid gagging even more, "I'm dying... phew... it stinks!", I say, with my eyes watering, protesting against your stinky farts, my nose hates me, eww!
"Hehehe, you're giving up, I knew my farts were too stinky for you, it's obvious, they always are, you'll never be able to stand the smell of my farts, you have no chance at all~", you say, with a proud grin on your face. Do I really have no chance at all to stand the smell of your farts?
"No way! With enough practice, I'll be able to stand your farts, and even farts stinkier than yours! My nose will be invincible, I just need time!", I tell you, trying to regain some pride.
"You're saying that you can stand the smell of farts stinkier than mine?", you say, with a confused expression on her face, "Are you sure, my friend? My farts are stinky enough already to make you gag and beg for mercy, there's no way you can stand farts stinkier than mine! In fact, even if a fart was half as stinky as my usual ones, you still wouldn't be able to stand it, I'm pretty sure!", you say, with pride in your eyes. This is a challenge, Camilla, I'm not going to back down!
"I bet with time, just a few hours, and I'll be able to stand your farts, as well as any fart stinkier than yours, Camilla!", I tell you, confidently.
"Hehehe well, if you're really that sure, then I shall make things a little bit stinkier for you~", you say, with a proud, mischievous smirk on your face, "I'm going to eat potatoes, which make my farts smell even worse than usual, and then I'll fart on your face. How does that sound? Hehehe~", you say, giggling proudly.
"Fine! I'll show you that I wasn't exaggerating! I'll be able to stand it! Maybe not soon, but in a few hours my nose will become invincible!", I tell you, proudly, even though I'm not sure whether I really can stand the smell of your farts, let alone after you eat potatoes!
"Hehehe ok, I'll eat potatoes, in the meanwhile, you can stay here and play with my console~", you say, walking towards me.
PPPFFFTTTSSSFFFPSFHPSHPSHPSH!!!
"Aaahhh~yeah, stay here, don't move, I'm going to eat potatoes, I'll be back soon, don't open the windows~", you say, giggling, and walking towards the kitchen, leaving me here with the smell of your nasty farts starting to stink up the air.
I'm now here alone in your room, barely managing to not gag from the putrid stench of the fart you let out a few minutes ago, tears are starting to fall from my eyes, phew, it smells so bad, how I wish to open the windows right now! I can't concentrate on the videogames like this, I can barely breathe, this smell makes me want to throw up, your farts are horrible, Camilla, it feels like they could peel the paint from the walls! Eww! I must resist the temptation to open the windows. Just a little, you won't notice, right? Just for a minute... no... I must not... but this smell is killing me! I start gagging, I really can't manage to keep myself from gagging anymore, that window... is tempting me...
As soon as I seriously take opening the windows as a serious possibility, you come back to your room. "Hey!~phew, it still stinks in here, hehehe~my farts surely linger! Anyway, those potatoes I ate were delicious! What's even better, the air in this room is gonna get even stinkier than before, it's gonna be unlivable, hehehe~", you say, as if the air wasn't unlivable enough already. Your farts are incredile, Camilla, wow. Phew.
"Hmm...", I don't say anything, I'm just trying to avoid gagging miserably in front of you, the air quality in this room is abysmal, it's so stinky, I can't imagine how bad it will soon smell now that you have eaten potatoes.
"Hehehe, you seem like you're having some trouble breathing, does the air stink too much for you already, even though that fart I let out before was not powered-up by potatoes? Well then, prepare for some serious stink, lay down, I'll fart on your nose like I did before, but be warned, this time my farts are going to be much stinkier than before~hehehe~", you say, giggling proud of how bad your farts smell.
I lay down on the bed, and you sit on my face putting your butt right on my nose just like the other times. My nose is right on that spot where your nasty farts come from, and I'm very nervous. I hope I'll be okay. It already smells really bad in here, but I want to impress you. I doubt I'll be able to handle the smell. "Here it comes~", you proudly announce.
¡¡¡PPPBBBRRRTTTSSSFFF!!!
Immediately after you release this putrid abominable fart right on my nose, I groan loudly, almost scream, the stench is extreme and very harsh, I immediately push your ass away from my face, I get, gag uncontrollably, and just walk towards the exit of the room. My eyes are watering so bad that my vision is starting to blur, my nose has been so badly affected by your noxious fart fumes that now I almost feel like as if it's under anaesthesia.
"Did it really smell THAT bad? HAHAHA~", you say, loudly laughing, before sniffing the air in the room, "Oh phew... it really does stink so bad~hehehe~I'm so proud of myself. Hey friend, come here, I have to fart again, MNGHM~"
¡¡¡PBRPBRPBRTSTSTSFFF!!!
"Aaaaahhhhh~it was so satisfying to let out", you say, smiling and letting out a sigh of relief, "PHEW! It stinks so bad! Please come here and smell it!", you say, with cute, puppy eyes.
"No way! I'm getting the hell out of here!", I say, leaving the chemical warzone that was formerly known as your bedroom, and you just smile and shrug off.
¡¡¡PBRPBRPBRPTTTSSSFFF!!!
"OH, PHEW!!! It stinks so bad even I don't want to stay here anymore~", you say, leaving the room too, following me, "My room is really uninhabitable now, I've stunk it up so horribly with my farts~the smell is so awful and toxic that nobody would ever manage to stay in there for more than a few seconds~", you tell me, with your cute, proud, mischievous grin as usual.