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This is a fart fetish story. The usual bewares for non-Eproctophiliacs apply. Yada-yada. Mondays. Nobody likes them. Not even the Queen of Williams High. This particular evening, she spent her time in Algebra II, trying her best to drown out the incessant noise the teacher made at the front of the classroom. Jessianne sat in the center of the room, lazily doodling in her notebook. With how little she paid attention, it remains a wonder how she maintains straight As. A glance at the clock. Barely 1:30. Still forty-five more grueling minutes until school let out for the day. Jessianne groaned to herself and removed her glasses, her vision goi

BRITNEY THE FARTER By: SellCon2762 I had never smelled this before, the stench running up my nostrils and into my body was without a doubt the strongest I’ve ever experienced. Even in my short life of smelling toilets, spoiled food, farms with the fertilizer on full blast and weeks-old garbage I think this stench trumped them all, and that frightened me. I could hear the sound of some video game playing in the background as my eyes continued to flicker back and forth from the gas’s strong power that made me tear uncontrollable as it tried to counter the effects of the gas. The smell was overpowering, like a cheese that had been

Journal Entry #9: Kelly’s Farts of late have been getting stronger and smellier and it seems that every few minutes myself and Briana are having to get used to an even stronger whiff of the gas forming in Kelly’s rectum. We know that we must find a way out tonight, but the smell issues will be with us until we resize. Above us we have heard the constant movement of the massing of shit in the rectum and it’s getting closer to us. It’s a humid, sticky smelling shit that smells like a toilet and it’s getting closer to us. I feel my lungs becoming far more tolerate to this gas, this sweet and holy gas that has been g

MY SISTER’S GASSY EASTER My sister Samantha Fernley is one gassy girl….one REALLY GASSY GIRL! When she wants to be of course. I’ve read stories about girls who have had cases of what’s referred to as chronic flatulence, or IBS, or some sort of disorder where they get incredibly gassy and such and it’s a normal thing. There are girls who fart 50 times each day every day and have these incredible farts of such length and stench that they can kill, figuratively of course. And then there’s my sister. On average, her gas is well…average. 75% of the time, her farts are the definition of normal. Some are a

It began as they turned down into the main straightaway and the plume of gas continued down the straightaway across the start/finish line. Nearly 15 seconds had elapsed as Jade cut what was clearly the worst fart of the whole meet. This was a powerful SBD fart whose power could not be underestimated, even by Christina. Out from the budding bubble butt of the Asian's tall frame was a noxious green cloud that formed out of her ass and spewed out into the faces of all the other mile runners, giving them a blast of putrid eggy stench with a mix of vegetables that she had added into her meal. For anyone who had been in class with her that day, the

“Oh guys, I forgot about you two, are you both okay?” Britney had turned back toward the grocery store and saw that we were still standing there. Her mood suddenly changed to that of friendliness, at least as far as we were considered. The air of course was reeking of her extremely foul gas but what else was new? As she looked at her friend she suddenly remembered a certain kid in Hannah’s class from the other week and an idea crept in her head. “Hey Hannah, where’s that kid live, the one who was picking on you last week?” Britney asked as Hannah was finally zapped out of her daze when she started to think

BRITNEY THE GIGANTIC FARTER By: SellCon2762 The air reeked of bad eggs, skunk muskiness and rotten shit, mixed in with other “smelly” things to produce a wafting aroma of diabolical disgusting stink. The entire bedroom reeked of it, hell most of the upstairs portion of the house reeked of it. I breathed in the smell, the downright murderous aroma as I got up out of my closet, being ever so quiet as I slowly slid open the door to see my master laying there. She was only wearing a pair of black panties along with a red bra, snuggled nicely against the sheets of her bed as she regularly kept the blanket to her side, especially on

FRIDAY NIGHT SMELL Or: Why Girls shouldn’t be allowed to play Football By: SellCon2762 “Ten seconds left in the fourth quarter. Westbrook is down five and has to go 60 yards with no timeouts left. Kyle Warner is likely going to have to throw it deep to give the Huskies any chance to win.” The radio announcer says as the Westbrook High School Huskies huddle together out in the middle of the football field. With the football located on the 40 yard line of their own territory they prepare for what would likely be the last play of the game. They are out of timeouts and have to score to win the school’s Homecoming game

THE DAY I FARTED IN CLASS By: SellCon2762 My brother Jason was a legend in high school, or at least he was becoming one, he had a hell of a game the past Friday when our high school was playing in the sectional championship. He threw for a bunch of yards and touchdowns, the precise number escapes me at the moment, but needless to say it was the best quarterbacking my school had ever experienced. Jason Fernley was already a legendary person in my school, but this was the day where his little sister became a legend herself. There are farts; people do them every day, numerous times and with little or no care about it. In a school of 2,000 stu