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Felicity was bored. She was sitting, like always, watching her wide-screen television on her lavish leather sofa in her expensive house out in the country. Nothing seemed particularly out of the ordinary, this was just a wealthy woman enjoying the high life, nothing more. However, if Felicity sat up there would be a visible hole cut out in the sofa, an empty hole that was filled with the face of a man. Felicity had been sitting on this man's face all day long with her supple bottom, her most prized asset. He wasn't complaining, no man ever did, not even when she ripped a huge fart on their faces. In fact it was men like this that supported Felicity's lifestyle. For year
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"Thanks for coming over, Alyssa," I say, holding the door open as I stand in the doorway greeting her.

Her beach blonde hair glows against the sun at her back, her cute smile as she stands there on my doorstep, "So...are you going to invite me in?"

"Oh, yes, yes of course, please," I stutter as I step aside for her to walk in. My eyes dart to her ass looking so perfect in her tiny white jean shorts but I'm quick to recover as I close the door and guide her towards the living room.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" I offer.

"Just a water, please."

"Have a seat on the couch, I'll be right back," I say as I scurry away towards the kitchen. I quickly grab a glass and fill it with water from the tap. I practically race out back to the living room, not wanting to keep Alyssa waiting. She's sitting on the couch, her eyes casually looking around the room before turning her attention back to me with the water, she smiles as I hand her the glass.

"Thank you," she replies. She takes a quick sip of water before setting in down quickly, "So tell me what the trouble is."

"The trouble?" I ask befuddled.

"You said you were having computer trouble..."

"Oh yes! I was...I am, yes," I stammer.

"So what's the problem?" She asks as her face scrunches a little bit before...ppssssrrruuRRRRRRPPP!

It sounded as if she tried to fart quietly but it came out very loud at the tail end. I am in total shock but I try to stay expressionless and not sniffle my nose or anything that would give me away; her expression turns to soft embarrassment.

She laughs it off, "I am so sorry! I thought that was going to be silent, I swear to god!"

I chuckle, trying to hide my nervousness, "Heh, no problem at all, it happens."

"Really?" She asks suspiciously, "You're not grossed out?"

I think about it for a second, what would a normal person say I wonder to myself. "Uh no, it's natural, you know?"

She chuckles, "Yeah, I guess. I hope it doesn't smell too badly."

"No, it's fine," I chuckle back, desperately wanting to sniffle a nostril and smell what she laid. A bit of the soft eggy aroma blows casually past my nose, or perhaps I'm imagining it, fantasizing what it must smell like.

"So you were saying about the computer..." she asks, putting the conversation back on track.

"Uh...yeah, I seem to be having some problems with my browser."

"Like what kind of problems? Can I see your computer?" She asks, clearly interested and in her element.

"Sure," I say, pointing her over to the computer, "It's just problems like it seems to lock up and freeze a lot, there's a lot of popups too." I walk over with her to the desk.

"Too much porn?" She asks pointedly.

My eyes go wide, "Uh...what, no why wou...no, not at all."

"I'm kidding, I have tons of porn on my computer but you gotta be safe about it, you gotta know where to browse," she says as she takes a seat at the computer. She leans her butt slightly to the right, FRRRRrrraaauuupppppp!

She looks relieved after that fart as she sighs quietly, then she turns to me, "You don't mind, right?"

"No, no, not at all...no," I stammer nervously, am I being too obvious?

She smiles sweetly and turns her attention back to the computer, "Let's try a speedtest first." She starts to type in www dot and then the letter T when a huge list of sites from my browsing history appear. She stops and glances at the list and I take a quick peek over her shoulder. I start to panic as I notice...

"TheFartCloset.com?" She says aloud in mild disbelief.

"Wha...really? How did...what is that?" I stumble over words to try to figure out a legitimate explanation, but I have none and I'm sure my covering is just make it all the more obvious.

She clicks on the result and up pops an all black page with images of women sitting on mens' faces, "What is this?" She asks, seemingly rhetorically. In concentration, she returns to the address bar and starts to type the letter F; her eyes glowed over the bright white history bar which featured such results as fart captions, fart fetish, fart forums, and fart + pornhub.

"Oh, I see," Alyssa says with a new sense of understanding.

"It's not...I'm not sure how...I think maybe I got hacked or..."

She grins as she turns her head to me, looking devilish like a demon, "Get down on your knees."

"What?" I ask in shock.

She stands, towering just a inch or so above me, "On your knees," she raises her voice with greater authority.

I shake a bit, staring into her eyes that seem to burn with fire behind them as I slowly drop to my knees on the floor.

She smirks at me. "Get behind the chair, your face right here," she demands, pointing towards the back of the chair closest to the seat.

I do as she asks, hesitantly as she snickers, "Why didn't you say you enjoyed farts? I could have been giving you all of mine, all the time." There's not a hint of sarcasm in her voice, she seems wholly serious. "You're a sick fuck!" She adds as she takes a seat on my chair, pushing her butt back towards where she ordered my face to be.

"I'm glad I don't have to hold back my farts anymore, this is going to open so many doors for us I am absolutely certain," she says as she peels down her tight jeans and shoves her stinky bare ass in my face, still ripe from her previous farts and who knows how many she dropped before she got here.

FFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrraaaauuuuuuuuuppppppppp!
"Ahhhhh...how does that smell?" She asks me as she turns and grabs me by the back of the head and shoves my face as close to her ass as it can go through the bars of the wooden chair. "Sniff it! Is it as good as you imagined?"

I cry out, "No, please stop! It's awful!"

"Awww, is that so? Maybe it's the raw veggies I ate for lunch before I came? I like keeping to a raw diet but it sure does make for some nasty farts," she boasts.

I try to pull away from her stench but she holds me rather easily, my face pressed close enough to feel the heat and sweat coming off the crack of her ass. I can smell the potent rotten cabbage aroma that emanates from it, it seems to never dissipate in strength and my nose never able to get used to it.

"You know what," she says excitedly, "I want to sit on your face. And from all these links, I think you want that as well."

"I don't, I don't, please!" I plea with her desperately.

"No need to beg," she insists as she grabs a tuft of my hair and swings my head down to the seat of the chair before she sits her bare ass on it, smashing her smelly crack against my nose. I muffle out a cry but it's completely incoherent.

PRRRRRRRrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbbbbbb!
"Mmmmm...that was warm," she laughs as I hear her fingers clacking over the keyboard.

My body seizes, freezing momentarily as her burning hot gas assaults my face with a deep, eggy stench that hangs over me like a chemical weapon. Repeatedly, with each inhale, it refreshes my senses with another rancid odor that tormented me anew.

"Let's see what some of these sites are," I hear her announce towards me. She clicks and types, I hear various videos, some familiar, some I'd never heard before. "Oh this looks good, if I just..." she trails off as she grabs my lower jaw and prys it open. She positions her asshole over my forced open mouth, pressing her ass down over my as far as it will go; until my lips press against the ridges of her anus. I moan out in panic just before her asshole strongly pushes out at me and rips a long, loud fart right down my throat. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuppppppppp! It echoes and rumbles painfully in my mouth which elicits a delighted laugh from Alyssa. Her gas feels moist, humid in my mouth; her sweat drips off the back of her crack down into my face, burning at my eyes as it passes by.

"Tell me how my fart tastes!" She demands as I continue to flail and whimper beneath her. "Tell me!" She repeats more forcefully.

"It tastes like shit..." I manage to murmur out with my lips squeezed in deep between her cheeks. What did she even want me to say, that I enjoyed her farts? I thought I would but how ever did I think I would enjoy this?

"Shit? That doesn't sound right, perhaps another big one down your throat will help you taste more clearly," she says. She pushes her buttcheeks together, sealing my head in total darkness. PRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

She sighs with great exaggeration, "There now, surely that tasted better."

I convulse softly as her horrific aroma fills my nostrils, a rich, sour chocolatey aroma that strikes like a bomb. I scream a muffled cry once I can muster the ability to do so but Alyssa only grinds her ass against my face in response, giggling with glee as she does. My legs twitch and kick with an automatic response in an attempt to find something, some instinctual strength, to save myself but she steadfastly pins me under her ass.

"One more, right up your nose I think," she proclaims, already positioning herself for the upcoming blow. I vainly shake my head, trying to persuade her against it but she wasn't listening to my pleas. Her anus pulses profoundly against my nose, I can feel her greasy butthole rub against the tip; softly I moan out, my mouth muffled against her moist taint.

She leans forward as if she is reaching for something, it makes her already prominent butt bulge in just the way I would like if it were not sitting on my face. Kinda ironic. FFFFFRRRRRRRRUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

"Ahhhhh...perfect, that felt so flappy," she laughs, ensuring her ass keeps a tight seal over my face. I try to buck free from the terrible smell but it's useless, there's no escaping it. "That is quite the experience, I appreciate you turning me on to it," she chuckles as she rubs her dirty crack over my face some more, treating it like toilet paper.

I sputter weakly, my body fading after such an assault and lack of oxygen for what felt like it would never end. My breathing is labored, pained through my burning throat. "This was fun. I'm just gonna send myself a few of your links here, do a little studying and I think you can come over to my house tomorrow so we can continue this adventure. Oh and I fixed your computer."

Finally, mercifully, she stands and I get my first real breath of fresh air but I feel too weak to stand, I pant and heave deeply as I greedily try to suck down oxygen like a fish out of water. "Just watch those porn sites, get a free anti-virus program," she continues as she walks out the door, then she turns around deliberately and stops, "And if you don't show up tomorrow when I text you, well I'll just stop by again."

I hear in her voice the seriousness of her threat, the implication that I would not like it if she had to come to me tomorrow. I softly nod in response though I doubt she saw it before he headed towards the entryway and out the door. I hear the door shut as I remain there, huffing the tainted remnants of her farts in the air around me.
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“I think that little friends list of hers can become our little hit list, what do you think?” Hannah grins evilly.

“You know I absolutely love you sometimes,” Jana says with sincerity.
Hannah laughs, “That’s fucking gay, bitch. And incestuous!”

“Oh fuck you, let’s just go!” Jana says, pushing Hannah a little.

They stomp off through the building; it crumbles to the ground in their wake as they walk off campus to wreak havoc in Haley’s life.

In her home across from the school, Lydia Crumb happens to be cleaning the coffee table by the living room window when she looks up slightly, double taking when she sees two giantess girls destructively traipsing away from the school and towards the neighborhoods. She watches Jana kick a large chunk out of the second floor of the Administration Building with an attempted roundhouse.

She pulls out her phone from her pocket and hits one of the speed dials, without taking her eyes off the impossible sight before her. “Susan? You need to warn everybody. Just warn everyone you know and tell them to spread it! Suzie, it’s giants, I know it sounds crazy but please, just do it; and get your family out, now,” She says frantically.

She hangs up and scrolls through her contacts, seeing whom else she needs to warn. When she looks up again, she sees a massive big toe no more than thirty feet away from her; it rises as Hannah strides easily with her foot about to come down again on the front room of a house, Lydia’s house.

Inside, as the shadow of Hannah’s foot covers her, Lydia cries out, “Oh Jesus, save me!”

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I pick up the pen, it feels heavy, deceivably heavy; perhaps it’s a signal that this is wrong, that I should stop myself. But how could I? A prison work camp? Surely being home with my mother is better than that, right? How bad could serving her be? The thought immediately sends a shudder down my spine; serving my mother.

That’s why I didn’t think about it for all these years. My mother is beautiful but I never wanted to be in total servitude of her. And since my sisters are to be authorized, do I have to serve them too? Just whenever they want? Thoughts swirl in my head, every worse case scenario playing out more graphically than the next.

“Jared?” Patrice asks, startling me from my thoughts, “Did you have any questions?”

I look over to Patrice, somehow thinking she might save me when she looks into my fearful eyes. But she makes no face or expression what so ever, it’s like I’m surrounded by wax figures, frozen in time.

I bring the point of the pen to the line and lifelessly scribble my name down.
My sisters clap like they’re proud of a worthy achievement I accomplished but I know it’s really just to add to my humiliation. I stare at my name on the contract one last time as Patrice grabs the massive stack of pages, and snatches her pen back from my hand. She hurriedly shuffles it all into her briefcase as she prepares to leave, “Excellent, that should do it; I think we can leave you to your arrangements in peace.”

My mother stands, a big smile across her face, “Wait, I think we should have proper witnesses to his christening.”

Patrice stops in the doorway with the officer, they turn. “Yes, that would make it more official,” she says with no inflection, it makes it hard to tell if she enjoys this or not. Maybe it’s all just business to her. That would be a typical lawyer; I wonder how much she’s getting for this house call, it can’t be cheap.

Mom takes a position in the middle of the room; she lifts up her flowery house dress and pulls down her powder pink panties so her fine ass is on display for the entire room, “Jared, would you please be so kind as to kiss my bottom?” She beams, proudly.

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Jared's not the most assertive guy but he does alright until his sisters sabotage his efforts with the girl of his dreams, and right before an important birthday. Once it passes, Jared is legally required to submit to his mother and serve her.
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“Okay, we all ready?!” Katherine, the director, calls from the front. “Sound?”

Reese panics a little; maybe she could just wing it, god forbid she fuck this up though. She knows she’ll get it and then some from Princess, on and off set.

“Yeah!” Princess says, already on the urban alleyway set with Monica and Sheila.

“Speed,” the boom operator affirms as Emma, the camera operator, starts rolling.

Reese looks out to the big open studio doors on her left. There is, potentially, freedom on the other side, were it not for Princess’ burly guards blocking the gap and staring right at her. She’d never get by them, and they’d all but destroy her for trying.

“And action!” Katherine commands.

Reese inhales deeply, composing herself; she walks out into the alleyway set where she’s briefly blinded by the bright stage lights in her eyes, and nervous to see the silhouettes of the entire crew watching her.

From downstage, Princess and her gang block Reese’s path; they’re dressed like Black Panthers, in leather jackets and slacks. Princess also has on a glittered black beret that sparkles when the lights hit it; she holds a wooden bat that she tauntingly taps against the palm of her hand.

“Looks like we got a little lost white girl here; you on the wrong side of town missy,” Princess says with a bit of jive talk intonation.

Reese stares at Princess fearfully, her eyes go wide; she looks at the bat, wondering if it’s real.  When no one speaks, Reese realizes she must be forgetting a line, “Uh...oh, I’m just...” she stammers pitifully.

“Cut!” Katherine calls out.

Princess’ face instantly turns to rage and she stabs the bat roughly into Reese’s gut; she doubles over in horrific pain. “I’m sorry,” she groans out. Princess grabs her on the back of the neck and throws her to the ground; Reese’s face smashes against the hard cement floor of the studio, “I just got the script!” Reese insists.

“You only have one scripted line, bitch! You’re improvising the rest because I know how method you are with your slavery,” Princess laughs. She grabs Reese from the floor by her collegiate sweater; it rips noticeably as she’s lifted up.

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Reese walks home tired but with a stride in her step; she just worked triple shifts at the coffee shop so she could make her half of the astronomical rent. Still, she prefers the city life; and today she’s walking home with enough left over to order a pizza tonight. She’s hoping Lilith is in the mood to just relax and watch some Silicon Valley; Reese could really use some comedy right now.

She walks up the stairs of her complex and opens the door to her apartment; instantly, she’s hit with a powerful odor that makes her eyes water. She steps inside and gags immediately; she grabs the door and swings it repeatedly, trying to fan out the nasty air that seems to be hanging in her home. In the kitchen, she notices several open bean cans and a pot simmering on the stove.

From the other room, there’s a soft murmuring; it catches Reese’s attention as she heads in that direction. “Lilith?” She calls out.

No response but the murmuring voice continues, it’s coming from their bedroom.

“Lilith?” Reese asks as she pushes open the bedroom door; she’s hit again with a massive rush of stink blowing through the door as she opens it. It practically knocks her to the ground with its rottenness as she tries to put an arm up, a futile attempt to try to avoid the worst of the smell.

That’s when she sees it, Lilith sitting naked on the face of a scrawny young woman in their bed. The woman’s wrists are tied to the bedposts, as are her ankles and Lilith sits full weight with her butt on the girl’s face.

Lilith and Reese both share a blank stare before Reese speaks, “What the fuck is this?” Her tone isn’t angry but it’s not overjoyed either.

“Uh, well...”

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A lesbian couple find domination fart porn to be a lucrative venture and even catch the attention of a world-renowned legend of the fetish, but the pair might be in a little over their head.
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Sorrowdusk Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2019
Have you read "The Magic Fart" by famed author Piers Anthony (author of Firefly) ?
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ClosetFetishist Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2019  Professional Writer
No, I haven't heard of that, that's awesome! Have you read it? Is it good?
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Sorrowdusk Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2019
It's just a something I heard about recently. I didnt know much about the Firefly creator but he has a lot more kinky/borderlne(?) fetish work than I ever imagined. For some reason makes me think of Carlton Mellick III.
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chemicalvacuum Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2018
Are the farts in "The Fart Closet" fake? I'm not judging, just asking.
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ClosetFetishist Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2018  Professional Writer
Understandable question but no, Mistress Kasia makes herself gassy before each taping.
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