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I've been writing fart fiction since 2006; I usually write in the theme of fart domination and torture and I have over 100 short stories.

After working feverishly for many years, I've slowed significantly with story writing and began to take an interest in doing fart domination captions for photos.


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Okay, relax; first day in a new school. Nothing to worry about, keep your head down and figure out where you can survive the next three and a half years.

Maybe I'll just blend in, school's already underway. But then how am I going to join any groups, everyone's probably friended up by now...

I hold my books close to me with several more in my heavy backpack; I walk up the steps and into the school hallways.

Everything is bustling, people shuffling around; yeah, this could work.

I peer down at my note pad with my locker number and combination on it.

When I look back up there's a group of four girls standing in front of me, each dressed a bit punk with neon green mini jeans and long netted black stockings, chains on their belt loops; and simple white tank tops, tight against their breasts.

"Hm, I don't recognize this one; must be new."

"I..urm...yes, I just started today; I'm from Colorado. My name's Jack."

"Well then, Jack, I guess I can forgive you for not knowing how it is; everyone here pays us 20 bucks everyday, so cough it up."

" don't have money, I brought lunch."

The leader seems incensed by this, "I'm gonna give you one more chance; now you're going to apologize to me and kiss my shoe; and I'll expect double tomorrow."

My eyebrow wrinkled in confusion and anger, I stood my ground, "No."

"What the fuck did you say?" She demands.

"I said, 'No;' I won't do that; you can't make me."

The leader chuckles; turns around to walk away. I turn back to the lockers when suddenly I feel force on the back of my head and my face flying into the cold, hard metal with a hollow, loud clang.

"Go through his pockets," she orders.

One of the girls does so, digging deep and even reaching over for my cock; she looks over to me and winks, then squeezes my balls.

I try to scream out by it's inaudible; the pain too much.

"He's got nothing," she reports.

"Put him in."

The girl opens the locker door and pushes my entire body in until she's able to close the locker; she slips a small metal rod in the door lock to keep it shut. It's dark in the locker, the only light comes in from four metal slits on the top and bottom of the locker door; I can barely see out the slits.

"Denise, do it."

"With pleasure," the girl named Denise says, walking over and turning her massive booty towards the door, pressing it up against the bottom locker slits.

What the fuck was this...


A horrible, long echoing fart rumbles through the metal locker, quickly replacing all the oxygen with hot, thick gas of ungodly proportions. Such a rank smell of cabbage and eggs, I gag and start to bang on the door.

"Please, let me out of here!"

I hear Denise pushing, straining. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrpppppptttttttt!

She sighs, relieved as her fart fills the tiny space of my prison.

Tears run down my face as her gas assaults my nostrils with such potent stick, and I cry and beg, "Please; I'm sorry, I'm kiss your shoe, I'll get you the $40 dollars, whatever you want just let me go."

"Oh, don't worry," I hear the leader yell to me, "I know I'll get my money; but you're still gonna suffer for crossing me."


A loud, explosive fart practically shakes the locker as her fart quickly rushes up my senses; I beat senselessly on the locker walls as I feel nauseated and panicky; I think I'm running out of oxygen.


I gulp and gasp, the air is heavy and practically a visible green haze all around me; the light a bit brighter as I feel...I feel...

It wasn't until about daybreak when I was let out of the locker. I woke up about 8PM but everything in the school was dark, no one around. Not until about 5:30AM did the custodian come; it was a long, smelly night and I was sore as hell. I caught a few hours sleep in the empty library before class.

It was weird explaining to all my teachers why I wasn't there yesterday. I told them my family didn't get in until today, slight delay, family emergency; that always works.

About 11:30AM I got a text from my parents: "Hope you had a fun night, just let us know when you're coming home; love ya kiddo." Awesome, didn't even worry at all. Well, I guess that's good. I guess...

Everything seemed fine, I headed out to the lunch room; no sign of those girls. Let me just grab an open table, there's one; near the trash can. Convenient!

I take a seat and open my bag lunch, sandwich, banana, and a pudding cup. I unwrap the sandwich and set it down for a moment.

Suddenly I feel a pressure under both my arms; I'm lifted up out of the seat. I look over and see Denise and one of the other girls lifting me up with relative ease, carrying me over to and dumping me in the trash can.

"Oh, no, please..." I beg, on my knees, my hands cupped in prayer; begging.

It seems like silence forever outside the can, I'm afraid to lift up and see; I'll just wait and...

I see a naked butt, tight shorts pulled just below the cheek, sit on the edge of the can. Then another. Then a third; each looking plump and pillowy from the tight shorts riding the lower thigh.

"God no!" I scream, "Don't..."




"Oh god..." I say, choking, sputtering on rancid gas.


I hear them chuckle, but just barely over the terrible gas that knocks my head back with wretched stink; I try to turn my head towards the less disgusting trash but it's no use, the farts are too overpowering. I start to choke and gag; nearly vomiting.

Through teary eyes, I see one of them open my pudding cup and start to eat it, I think it's Denise.

"Oh, god girl; you can't eat that!" One of them exclaims playfully.

"Hell I can't, who's gonna have to suffer it but this poor chump," says Denise; nodding to me.

They laugh as she takes another big bite of pudding and looks down at me, below her, with evil intent.


FFFFFFFFFFrrrrrpppppppp! "Ahhhh, those burritos; fuck," one of them chuckles, rubbing her belly, her grotesque rippling fart seeming to match her chuckles.

I weakly moan, "Please...let me..."


"Fuck yes, that felt so good!" Denise calls out, cutting off my pleas; watching me struggle and shake in the bottom of the can like a dying bug.

My body shakes, convulses, my eyes roll back, lids close and...

I wake with a fright several hours later; a warm glow all around me from the top of the can. Sunset.

Fuck. What am I going to do about this; that's a day and half of school missed and I didn't even do anything. So why would they stop? They're just going to keep doing this. I can't ask my parents to move, we just moved; that's not going to work. Maybe I can tell the principal; get myself transfer. Or maybe get them expelled. Maybe he'll have a suggestion.

I rip a page from my notebook and write a quick message asking for a meeting with the principal tomorrow morning; that's the best I can do, right?

Right. I slip the page under the locked office door and finally leave school grounds for the first time in almost two days. It'll be nice to shower this fucking stink off me.

The next morning, I slip quickly into school and into the principal's office. There's a reception area first.

"Yes, can I help you?" The reception woman asks.

"Uh, yes, I think...or..erm, I should have a meeting with the principal this morning."


"Jack Barnes."

She looks at a sheet briefly, "Yup, go on in."


I open the door to the principal's office. Seems empty.

"Uh...Mr. Perkins."

I close the door behind me and step forward.

The chair behind his desk spins around; it's the leader bully! FUCK! But how...

"Well, well, isn't it nice to see you again; Jack, wasn't it?"

"How..." I try to retreat back to the door but the other three girls stand behind me now; maybe they were waiting there the whole time, I didn't seem them.

"You surely must have realized by now that we run this school; isn't that right, Mr. Perkins?"

I watch her lift up off the chair slightly, I could see she was just wearing panties; she closes her eyes and bites her lip.


I step just a bit forward, trying to block my nose; underneath her, I saw a man, tied at his wrists and gagged with a cloth around his head; his eyes panicked as he shook and cried out violently; his nostrils forced to flair and suck up what must have been horrid gas. He moans, whimpering as she sits back down; sealing his face under her smelly ass once again.

What the fuck did I get myself into.

"Now, I understand you've been experiencing some...bullying at the school; is that correct?"

", I...I...I'm mistaken, I made a mistake; everything's been great," I stammer.

"No, no, please be candid with me; we need to ensure this school is a safe, friendly environment for all our students; I want to make sure you have the very best that I can offer."

", that's fine; I'm good."

She stands, menacing, "Oh, I insist, you little turd!"

I turn and see the girls behind me with a long black box, maybe coffin size or a bit bigger; there was a large slot in the top of it, the bottom all hollowed out.

"Found this in the drama department; don't know what they use it for...but I know what I'm gonna use it for," the leader says, eagerly.

Someone sweeps my leg so I fall to the ground; my eyes widen as the box, barely large enough for me, comes down over my body. I try to roll away but it's no use and then get me in the dark, tiny box.

I get a bit of light from above but I don't see anyone from here; just the sound of shuffling around me. Then I see the leader's panties right directly over my head. Another butt joins in, then two more until all four girls sit; their assholes lined up along the only slot available for my oxygen, now about to be tainted by sulfury gas.


The leader's ass opens open with a hellish blast that sends my senses reeling instantly as her gas fills my nostrils; desperately I try to use my mouth but the taste, stinging my throat, is not much better. I heavy and cough.



Grunting and sighing; like a soft ambiance to the wretched rippling and rumbling of explosive gas that suffocates my tiny prison.

It's futile to beg. I'm too weak to beg.


"So what are you doing to do with Perkins," one of the girl's asks.

"He's got two options, either he cooperates from now on. Or we kill him," the leader laughs.


Denise shifts, "Ahhhh; if we get rid of him, could we put Vice Principal Mercaptan in his place; then she'd owe us,"


"Ouhhmmmm, interesting idea, then we could really run this school; we'll just need to coax Mr. Perkins into an early retirement."

Below my head rolls in circles, dizzy and out of it from the pure fart air that penetrates every pore of my body now; my body acclimated to a poisonous atmosphere that could kill me but overall things seem calm...or maybe I'm paralyzed...

I move my hand to tap the wooden box. KNOCK KNOCK...okay, I guess not paralyzed. High maybe; in a rancid, terrible way...though maybe this is what it felt like.


Another long blast rumbles from above, joining the toxic cocktail already swirling around my head; my heaving breath taking in the invisible shit particles from these girls' gases.

"Hhheeeeyyyy shiiiiiiitppaaccc," I hear muffled sounds above, seem directed at me.

There's a loud bang against the box, feet most likely, it stuns me "awake" and I take a long, drawn inhale of rancid gas; I choke as it reaches my senses and hold back vomit.

"Shitface! I'm talking to you!" The leader shouts. "I want you to agree that you're our bitch now; you will do anything we ask, anytime, without question or fail and that includes dropping to your knees and sucking up any of our farts until we're satisfied and you're released. You understand?"

I choke out the words, "Yuh...yes.....whatever you say, I'll do it; just let me out, please," I cry.

"Good," the leader says, sounding satisfied. "Finish him off."

"What? Nooooo...please."

Loud gurgling sounds from above, the rumbles from their butts echoing in the box as I panic and desperately try to push the box off, scared for my life like a trapped rat.

"Somebody! PLEASE!!!!!" I plead out to the world; hoping a savior would come.




"Please no..."


"Ahhhhh! Help me!"


Clawing at the rough carpet, as if trying to dig my way to freedom.


My chest heaves up, arching my back; trying anything to put distance between my face and their gases.


My head bang back desperately against the wooden box, maybe to kill myself; maybe to just knock myself out so I wouldn't feel the painful death of suffocating by disgusting, egg-laden farts.

But there's no getting away.


I can feel my brain...lighter; I can...I...oh god...


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I swear she just hired me to make fun of me. I mean, yeah I help with computers around the office but she just seems to delight in making me squirm.

"Hey Martin, could you come in here?" Her voice comes in on the intercom.

Ugh...what could this be?

I walk over to her office and open the door.

"Martin, come in. I got a new computer for my office and I'd like you to hook it up for me."

Why can't she do anything herself?

"Sure, where's the old CPU?"

"The what?"

"The CPU...the tower?"

"Like where I turn it on?"

"Yeah, that."

"Under the desk."

Great, crawling around on my knees under her desk; another fucking great day!

"Okay, and this is the new one?" I say, pointing to the obviously new CPU.

"Yup, that's it, I can see you've done this before," she smiles at her own joke.

I half-smile, I'm so sick of her. Maybe I'm just being an asshole.

She rolls her seat back as I bring the new CPU to her desk; her old unit is set far back in her desk, so I crawl down and start to unhook the old unit's wires.

She sighs, and scoots down in her chair, extending her feet back under her desk; close to me but not invasive. But she didn't wear shoes at her desk, her pantyhose didn't smell fresh as a sour odor started to waft around. I can't get out of here soon enough.


A soft, rippling sound, I thought it was the leather of her chair at first until the smell hit me; a deep, cabbagy smell.

She farted! And while I'm stuck under her desk!

"Uhh.." I start to say...

"Are you almost finished?" She asks, a bit roughly.

"Yeah, I just need to get the new one..."

I start to come out towards her but she instead pushes the new CPU towards me, "Here," she says, roughly.

I take the CPU unit and start plugging in the wires.

"Oug, my stomach..."

"Um..." I start to stutter, fearfully.


Loudly now, almost like she didn't care, she farted; sliding closer to me. I was starting to question whether or not she was doing this on purpose or not.

Oh, god...the smell. I choke, gagging silently to avoid angering my boss...but this wasn't fair!

"Okay, I got it hooked up..."

I start to come out but she puts a foot on my face, holding me back, "Hold on, let me make sure everything works."

The smell of her foot was awful, like unwashed for god knows how long but thankfully she took it off my face and I was left with only the toxic gas that floated around under her desk.


Oh, fucking rotting eggs it smells like; "Uh...can I come out."

"No, something's wrong, the mouse doesn't seem to be working."

I turn, check the connection quickly while desperately breathing into my shirt as if that would do something to filter the air.

"Connection is fine, maybe the drivers; I can come out and..."

"I think I can figure it out, just tell me where to go."

Oh god..."Uh...well, okay, Control Panel."

"Oh, wait, where's that?"

"Uh...under Start, like on the bottom."

"Oh, okay, got it."


No, god...the smell; please...

"Okay, and Hardware."

"Uh....I don't....oh, there..."

"Please, just let me..."

"No, no I got it. So what am I looking for..."

"Uh...the mouse, like, should be listed under..."


"Oh god, please just let me out!"

"What was that?" She sounds shocked, she rolls her chair out; a waft of cool air floods in from what feels like a desert storm of rancid gas under the desk.

I start to get back up to my feet.

"I'm sorry, I just...needed out of there."

Her expression is clearly angered, "Excuse me?!"

I don't know quite what to can I say anything but the truth? " just stinks so bad...I couldn't..."

She stands, towering just a bit taller than me; I shrink back a bit. She grabs me by the throat and forces my head down to her chair. And she holds me there, struggling and kicking, choking, before she sits on my face.

Under her, the smell is like hell; a smell of pure sulfur and rotting vegetables, the seat of her pants wet with sweat that feels soaked in the rancid smell of her gas.


A burning hot fart bursts across my face with force as my eyelids flutter like in a windstorm; my face paralyzed before forced to take in the horrid smell of her farts.

"Please, no..." I beg under her, muffled and smashed under her ass.

She sits harder, all her weight on my face. PRRRRRRRrrrrrpppp!

I scream and cry, trying to throw her off but it's no use as she assaults my senses with the poison of her gas.

Then, she quickly stands, looking down at me; satisfied but not smiling, "Your job is to obey me, understand?! If you don't like how I'm treating you, or the work that you're doing here, you can give me your resignation right now. Got it?!"

I shudder in place, "'a.."

"Uh-uh, call me...Goddess from now on," she smiles.

I scramble to my feet, "Uh...what about the mouse...uh, Goddess?"

She smiles, "Oh, there was never anything wrong with the mouse."

She pats my shoulder as she walks back to her chair, staring at me and smiling; once again, her punching in the worst way.

I open the door to her office to leave.

"See you tomorrow, Martin," she says, tauntingly.

I nod, softly, obediently. I close her door behind me.

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The boss shifts, awkwardly on her chair. BRRRRrrrrruuuuuppp!

She sighs in relief.

Below her, under her ass, Martin softly shook and cawed, trying desperately to survive breathing in the boss' putrid gas.


"MMm, it's good today, isn't it, Martin"

"Mrrumm," I mumbled, in the affirmative.

"That's a good boy; you've learned well."

She lifts up off my face, clutching her stomach; FRRRRRrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuupp!

The putrid stench paints my face with an almost visible cloud of gas; and she sits back down, proudly, sealing me in with her stink.

After what felt like forever, she finally lifted up and pushed me back; a sign we were done. I coughed as silently as I could as I desperately heaved to get oxygen back in my lungs.

"That's enough, Martin; you're done, I need to speak with you about something rather important."

She looks down at me from her standing position as I breathe heavily, trying to recover from her gas attack.

"Martin, I'm a bit sorry to say this but, I can't justify you as an expense anymore. Your position just isn't necessary; and, as much as I don't want to lose you, I no longer have the money to pay you."

I just look at her blankly, I can't believe this is happening. After all I did for that bitch; literally sniffing her ass!

"There's really only one way you could stay."

"What's that?" I ask, hopeless at this point.

"You'd have to convince the other employees to lose their bonuses this year."

I think hard for a moment; how difficult would that be? Probably impossible. Or maybe not, maybe it's worth, fuck, what am I saying; I could just be free and get away from all this. Finding a new job might be hard this really so bad. No of course it fucking is, you're sniffing gas for a job; that's no life. But it is...sorta easy...I guess. The money's not bad now. Temporary pain, life time leisure; maybe I should give this a shot.

"Well?" The boss asks.

"I'll do it, I'll try to convince them."

"What a determined little sniffer you are, I knew I picked the right nose for this job; hahaha!"

Oh, god...I'm her fucking pet; her slave

"Well, get going; you've got a lot of work to do, Martin."

I exit her office and head to the first desk; it's Janet, she's the only one her kinda nice to me. She says Hi at least.

She sits, working dutifully at her desk; the computer monitor reflecting off her glasses. She sees me approach.

"Hey Martin, how's it going?"

"Not bad, not wanted to ask you something."

"Sure, shoot."

"Uh, well, they say I'm going to get fired."

"Oh no, that's terrible"

"I know, it really would suck; but there is hope. Um...which is why I'm here. I have to convince everyone to not take a bonus this year to keep my job."


"Is that, a problem?"

"I, I guess it's not; I was kind of counting on that money this year but, no I mean...if you're willing to do something a bit different for me, maybe I could work it out."

"Sure, whatever it is; I'll do it."

"Okay, okay, great! This is exciting! Do you mind if we do it now?"

"Uh...what is it?"

"Well, I want you to kneel next to my desk here, okay?"

"Okay..." I say, a bit perplexed as I kneel near her.

"Now, open your mouth."

I do as she asks...but this can't be good...

I hear her scrape her throat with her tongue, grumbling softly before hocking back and spitting right in my mouth; almost choking me on the massive loogie.

She giggled in delight as she watched my eyes wince to her spit.

"Oh, god, that felt amazing. Here, here, here; get on the floor!"

She pushes me down to the floor, kicks off her shoes quickly and plans her panty hosed feet in my face; they smell wretched, unwashed, sweaty.

I moan softly under her and watch, between toes, her start to touch herself.

She takes a moment to lift up to put all her weight on her foot in my face, like trying to crush me.

She sits back down forcefully and grabs me by the hair; tugging me near her already wet pussy.

"Eat me," she whispers down to me like a command.

I'm assaulted by putrid smells of her less than groomed vagina; I force my tongue in and feel like puking almost instantly.

She wraps her legs around my head and holds me there, making me taste her and nothing else.


She let out a little fart, then squeezed harder; "You smell that, bitch!"

I had no choice as I was forced to eat out her pussy, the smell wafted to me; mixing with the sour smell I was already enduring.

She shakes my head violently, gritting her teeth as she spurts out a bit on my face and finally settles down, sitting normally finally. After a minute of holding me there, gently stroking my hair, she released me to fall on my back.

"God, yeah, you can keep your job; just so long as you keep doing that."


"Yes, you will be serving me; you understand? If it's not here, I'll find you and make you my slave, permanently; got it?!"


"Good. Now run along; you've got more employees to convince," she chuckles to herself, no longer even looking at me.

Next was Angela. She hates me. I asked her out once, it was awkward; she never let me forget it. But not even as a joke; just a cruel attempt to make me relieve the humiliation. Maybe I should wait on her until last...

"Martin!" She calls out.

Fuck. I'm fucked.

"Martin, come here;" she roughly grabs my arm, dragging me to the center of the room.

"Ladies! I'd like to make an announcement. Martin here is in danger of being fired; so he's going around begging us to drop our bonuses this year."

I shook with fear under her grip.

"Now, I know we all love having Martin here and he's willing to show us how much he loves working with us. So let's give Martin the chance to serve us all, right now!"

"Oh, god, no," I whisper.

Angela pulls me down to the ground and sits on my face like a stool.


Her fart is hot and eggy; it smells putrid underneath her ass, but quickly she rises up and another, fatter butt, comes into view before the light is sealed out.


A long bassy fart practically blows my face away; as she stands, I fall to the ground where another ass is waiting, squatting inches above; no panties in sight.


A slightly wet fart splatters my face as I continue to inhale the putrid gas around me; dizzy now and losing consciousness.

A hand lifts me by the hair into another ass; jeans pulled down.


As soon as released, I drop my head back and watch a small line of three women spit right in my face.

"Please, no..." I beg but it goes unheard or unacknowledged.

Finally, I hear the women start to depart; one or two remain to rip a few, airy farts in my abused and broken face but the worst of it seems over.

The boss comes out from her office, briefcase in hand; leaving for the night.

She walks over with a big smile, "Well, you did it; you're staying on Martin, congratulations."

I was no longer sure that was a good thing; but now what choice did I have?"

"Well, I'm glad you're staying Martin; and I got you a gift to celebrate."

My eyes light up just a little; maybe this was all some test...maybe now I'd be respected.

"I need you to stay overnight tonight; but you won't be lonely."

From the front doors, walks in a woman of at least 400 pounds; she's gigantic, and tall!

Oh, my god...she's going to be...

"Martin, this is Lynn; she's a new overnight intern. She'll be...urm...keeping you company tonight."

My eyes widen.

"Specifically, your face," the boss added with a slight chuckle as she exited the office.

Lynn stands right in front of me now, I look up at her.

She smiles, cruelly, "Ready to get started?"
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Martin's job is in danger of being eliminated, but he may be able to save it if he can convince the other employees to take a financial hit for him.
I get the feeling sometimes like the fantasy is not enough. I'm not sure I'd like to turn fart fetish into a reality either but, every so often, the boredom kicks in; the emptiness from lack of connection. And ails in a way that reading stories and looking at pictures can't fix. Fetish or not, I'm not a real social guy. I have friends, I do work I'm passionate about, I struggle like most of us; but I feel alone. I know I'm not alone in that feeling, but it doesn't alleviate the feelings to know others suffer with you. 

I'm not a young man, I'm not an old man either but society seems programmed in a way I am not. Articles about the importance of daily sex when the last time I had sex or was around someone who wanted to have sex was over a year ago. And fuck sex, that's not the biggest of deals for me; it's the closeness, the intimacy, confiding in someone, laying next to someone when you fall asleep, the warmth of their body next to yours. And it's fine, I'll focus on me and my work; but it's a lonely place to be.

There's no time for a woman right now, even one as easy going as myself; but even if there was, it wouldn't change the way I operate. It won't make me comfortable or fluid enough to take talking to flirting. I'm just not that guy. I wish someone could see through me; I've come so far as person, made so many improvements physically, socially, mentally (I guess), and yet it's not as far as I'd like. I have a feeling we never get as far as we'd like, for if we did, we'd stop trying, right?

And then I think it's okay. I got this fucking weird ass fetish anyways so why subject myself to that; a possible humiliation of telling someone or them finding out? It's moments like these when I question the fetish, I fall out of the fantasy of dreaming about abusive, mean women in a heart aching desire to be close to someone, instead of tortured by a fantasy.

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how86 Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2015
Thanks for the watch and fave!
ClosetFetishist Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2015  Professional Writer
No worries, liking your work, especially Teacher's Pet, well done.
how86 Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2015
Thanks! I'm glad you are. You'll be see more in the future.
snotbowst1991 Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey thanks for the favorite friendo.
ClosetFetishist Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2015  Professional Writer
No problem, really enjoyed the story.
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