Warning: This story references face farting and humiliation.

The long corridor stretched out before me, the dimly lit stretch of walkway turning away from the small set of stairs as the large, neon number appeared in the distance. All around me people moved in separate directions, holding snacks, drinks and waste, their low drone only slightly penetrated by the voice of Haley, who continued to talk beside me about her boyfriend.

'Anyway', Haley said, finally cutting the dull conversation short, 'Are you sure you should be eating those nachos?'

I blink at her and tucked my hair back behind my ear, 'What are you talking about?'

'Well-' She swallowed and looked to the floor, her hands messing with the lining of her pockets, 'y-know. Cheese kinda- well, cheese gives you pretty bad gas, right? I mean, I'm not saying hold it in, I can deal with them, it's- I don't want to be embarrassed in front of all those people by having you fart loudly.'

I chuckle, and as I do she loosens her shoulders, 'Yeah, these nachos aren't going to go down well. It probably wasn't a great idea to ask for extra cheese. Don't worry, I'll mask them. We'll sit right at the back anyway, I always prefer to sit there, less people.'

'Okay, sure', her face drops a little, 'anyway, as I was saying-'

Haley continued blabbering about her boyfriend's propensity of showing other, admittedly more attractive girls a little too much attention. I caught a few key words, just in case she'd ask me a question later, although usually I just get talked at so it's probably not necessary. As we approached the doorway to our assigned screen Haley quieted down and hummed something as I checked my pocket for my ticket. After entering the dark expanse of the cinema, she whispered something incomprehensible and I walked ahead of her.

At one point Haley begun to stagger off towards the central row of seats. I snapped backwards and grabbed her arm. Quickly, she stopped in her tracks and looked back at me, her various features hidden behind layers of darkness. Still, I knew how she stared back, her expression one of worry.

'I-I think we're supposed to sit here, Holly, it says which seat on our tickets.'

I look at the aisle we've been given. Cramped into various seats are young girls, and at the end, next to where we are assigned, sat some fat loser munching loudly on his popcorn. He sighed and as he did I could feel the crumbs escape his mouth and lather his wobbling legs.

'There's no way I'm sitting next to that disgusting freak,' I say, loud enough for my disdain to be heard by that pathetic excuse for a human being. Haley's head quickly turns towards me but she says nothing and begins softly tapping her feet upon the metal of the step. The guy looks towards me as I drag Haley further up the stairs. I smirk and give him the finger before turning my head and scanning the top row.

'There's nobody up there, at least, I can't see anybody. We should be fine.'

Haley mumbles something as I say this and follows me further up the steps. I take long strides as the crowds begin to dwindle until there's barely anybody left. When I reach the top row, I realize that there's only one guy sitting there, right in the corner, in my seat. I brush back my fringe and approach, Haley's reluctant steps trailing behind me as she realizes what I'm about to do.

He was a little older than us, probably in his early 20's, but his lack of facial hair and rail thin frame made him look a lot younger than I imagine he actually was. He was truly unremarkable, and I was afraid that if I were to look away, just for a second, I would completely forget he exists. He looked weak, and he was alone, so this was going to be easier than I thought.

'Hey', I say, clearing my throat as he looked in my direction, 'move.'

He scratches his head, as if he has fleas, 'Sorry?'

I rush towards him, and as I do he sinks a little in his seat. I stand in front of his frail, slumped body.

'I said fucking move. Me and my friend are sitting there. You're going to have to find somewhere else to sit.'

He looks at his ticket and makes a sort of gasping noise with his nose, as if unsure of what to say. Finally, he itches at his face and makes a mumbling sound.

'What?' I demanded.

'I said I think I'm sitting here. I mean, this ticket says that I booked it and everything, so-'

I cross my arms and scoff, 'Err, yeah, I don't give a shit if you booked this seat or not, moron, I've decided I want to sit there and I don't want your skinny ass anywhere near here, so scram.'

Haley makes a sound but I ignore her as I cross my arms tighter and begin tapping my feet. The loser checks his phone for a second before scrambling up his seat. There's an awkward silence as he seems to attempt to think of something to say.

'Sorry', he mumbled, 'I booked this seat. I should stay here. Maybe next time you could book this seat instead? Sorry.'

I kind of wished he'd refused. Either way, I'm getting my own way. This just means that he's not going to enjoy the movie very much. The loser should have just listened to me in the first place, but hey, at least he'll know not to refuse me in the future.

Without looking at her I pass my nachos to Haley. I then pull back my blonde, long hair and rush towards him. Before he can react I have pulled his legs off the seat and I'm straddling his chest with my knees. He makes a pained groan sound as my fist connects with his belly. He tries to pull away but it's too late, I've used the time it took for him to regain a portion of his breath to pull his head up on the chair as the rest of his body remains off the seat. He's locked there as I lay my weight against him.

'Fine then', I say, 'I guess we'll just have to share this seat, won't we? The back of your head gets some of it, and I sit on your face for three hours. Seems fair to me.'

He squealed like a pig for a second as I turned, pulled my puffy jacket up a little, and lowered my ass down onto his exposed face. His nose sunk into my grey leggings, wedging the material up my butt as it rested inside my crack. I sat back and shuffled my cheeks about his face. He struggled but failed to achieve anything other than a few kicks of his legs, which uselessly lay sprayed out upon the dirty floor. His throat made strained moaning sounds as his predicament came clear to him through his initial shock, the noise vibrating the flesh of my small bubble butt. I thought he was begging me to get off, but I ignored him.

Haley sits beside me. For a moment she looks at the guy underneath my ass, but soon she becomes used to his suffering presence and passes me my nachos.

'He's really not going to like me once these nachos kick in', I told Haley, who chuckled through a big grin as she took a sip of her soda.

I chow down on my meal and soon the adverts end and the movie begins. It's nothing special, just one of those action films that tries to be something more than it really is. An ambitious movie that will probably end in it being remembered only for the fun action scenes that are spread throughout the movie to separate the bad dialogue from the poor character development. The scene opens with a blast from a gun and soon the events are set into motion. After the opening scene ends I finish my last nacho and set the box down under Haley's seat, who graciously moved her feet away.

The guy underneath me was still struggling a little, but he was no longing lashing violently, almost as if he had consigned himself to his fate. He sobbed like a wimp, perhaps thinking his pathetic moaning would stir in me some kind of light mercy for his position. Clearly, he doesn't know me. I hate wimps. Now I have even more of a reason to fuck with him.

I begin to feel the Nachos expand within me. I become somewhat bloated with intestinal gasses, and soon they cause my stomach to groan as they brew inside. I'm not sure if the loser beneath my butt could hear the rumbling, but I liked the idea that he could, and that he was wondering through his sharp inhalations of tangy ass what exactly that sound meant. There was a particularly loud rumble that I'm sure he must've heard, if not felt. Haley looked over at me knowingly and I gave her a cheeky smile. I bet she was glad this guy had to deal with whatever smell I was about to produce, otherwise she would have to sit through it, and she knows I don't like her complaining.

Soon, I feel the need to let out a fart. Just a little one, to show this dork what he should expect for the next two and an half hours. I leaned over a little, not enough to let his nose slip completely my crack, but enough so that I can ease out the gas. A stream of silent, hot air oozed out and escaped onto his face. I let out a quiet mocking 'ahhh' as I lower my leg once more.

It was an SBD. I could tell because of his sudden writhing protests and squeals which vibrated my perky little ass. Also, I could smell a little of it's funk waft about in a cloud of thick air around my seat. Haley looked at me as I shuffle my ass to get comfortable and suddenly realized why the loser is suddenly so desperate to escape the warm clutches of my snug ass crack. She holds her mouth and lets out a minx giggle, wafting away the air as my funk passes her by. She should be used to the smell by now, anyway.

He clearly isn't adapting well to the idea of having his face used as a seat by some gassy brat, but his begs, his muffled cries, his whiny croaks are all in vain. I think he's finally aware of how little I give a shit about his comfort. Farts are funny, and his suffering is funny. Why wouldn't I combine them for my own amusement? He's going to have to deal with his place in life. He's beneath me, figuratively and literally, and I'm sure he'll come to accept that, if he hasn't already. I mean, having a mean brat fart on you can be quite humbling, in a way.

After a particularly gruesome fight scene I feel the heavy grip tighten around my bowels once more. Finally, a real fart to cut. I rub a little on my belly as I eased it's passing. Soon, I felt it begin to churn right outside my asshole, ready to deliver itself upon the nasal cavity of the unfortunate loser beneath my butt.

I don't lean over this time, I keep my ass planted firmly on my victim's face, allowing no chance for fresh air to dilute the arriving stink. This time I'm dedicated to creating the worst situation in which the loser could find himself whilst so close to a fart. I squeezed my sphincter audibly and pushed out a bubbling, thick, loud fart, which sounded like a deep, elongated tuba note as it escaped the clutches of my anus.

I couldn't help but chuckle as the dork squealed in reaction to the awful smell of that fart. Thankfully, nobody on the rows beyond seemed to notice what had occurred, and so I relaxed as the steaming fumes of rank cheese were inhaled by my human cinema cushion. Haley heard it, and had reacted in time, holding her nose as a portion of the cheese smell escaped into the air. It was really strong, almost comically so, and it had that fresh smell of rot present in all good farts. I applied more weight, hoping more of the next fart would be trapped for the ugly freak to endure. I didn't have to wait long to find out if this would work.

My belly churned once again. I felt something rush inside of me and poke around my asshole. I merely loosened my anus and allowed it to pucker out an airy explosion of gas which ended quickly but spectacularly in a sizzling warmth. The loser beneath didn't even have the luxury of having my previous fart become stale until the fresh smell of this one assaulted him, and he didn't sound impressed. In fact, he clearly was struggling to co-exist with the stink of cheese that had replaced his usual oxygen, but his struggles were weak and bode him no relievement from my ass.

Finding it difficult to concrete on such an awful plot line, I pressed my head against the chair and sighed. I had to tell myself that whilst I may have wasted my time actually watching this movie, I was having a good time freeing my gas above a guy I lacked any semblance of respect for. Honestly, if you've ever been forced to smell the fart of a young woman, you should be ashamed, and I was glad that the freak below me must have felt this. He will remember this forever, a smelly tattoo etched into his skin. Hey, I was just displaying to him how girls really felt about him, I just lacked the politeness to hide my disdain for him, that's all.

Later into the movie, I casually raised my hip and released another rippling, deep, humid fart, before lowering it once more and letting out a short, relieved sigh, ignoring the dork's cries and choking gags. I was no longer making a spectacle out of my farts. I was just letting loose, and the only reason the loser was forced to endure them any longer was because I literally didn't care if he had to. Sure, it was funny, but I was sat lazily atop him so nonchalantly that it was clear I viewed him as having the same value as an actual chair. Anyway, the movie was ending now, and fortunately for him, he was about to be absolved of his position.

Still, I wanted to relieve myself of any leftover nacho gas. I was almost all out, but I did feel something stir inside me. It was as the last scene played that I felt the hissing, sizzling fart burn my anus and silently wrap itself through the material of my leggings and into the loser's open nostrils. My expression didn't change, it merely stayed the same as the moaning of the guy beneath me become a casual ambiance. Even Haley didn't seem to care any more, as her eyes remained on the screen beyond. Still, it must fucking stink, it was clearly an harsh SBD, his loud protests made that clear. Then the raw cheese stink escaped and me and Haley both held our nose tight, almost in unison.

When the movie ended, I sat up, feeling the mold of his face slip out of my crack. The lights above began to glow upon the seats and I looked down to see his red, screwed up face. He began to cough and moan but said nothing as he slid down the material of the seat, a red imprint of my ass carved onto his face and a general awful cheesy smell etched into his skin. Before he could slide off the chair any more, I held him down with my knee, and looked towards Haley, who was texting something on her phone, now standing with her leather jacket wrapped neatly around her.

'Wait, loser, we're not finished yet', I said, before looking back over at Haley, who had put her phone away and looked upon the scene with casual bemusement, 'do you need to fart at all, Haley?'

She smiled, 'err, well- maybe. A little, yeah, I'll just let it go in the bathroom.'

'No need. Just rip it in this guy's face. He'll take it for you.'

'N-N-No, p-ple-'

'Shut up' I interrupted the loser as he begun to cry. Looking back at Haley, I smiled.

'Oh fine, I'll do it.'

Haley approached and, ignoring the pleads of the guy, plopped herself down on his face. As soon as she did her denim clad ass made a trumpeting, sharp noise, which lasted for a short while until it ended in a squishy, high pitched ripple.

'Ahh, that's better', Haley said, before standing up. The loser coughed loudly and made a disgusted, retching noise as he slid down onto the floor. As he moaned on the ground we turned around and left the cinema, leaving him with nothing other than the memory of our cruelty and the smell of our farts.