Warning: This story references face farting and humiliation.

As much as I hated to admit it, Emily's soft body melted me, her raunchy, twisting smile sent shivers through parts of me which had lay dormant for years. She both adored me and, in her own, vicious way, feared me. She understood the hierarchy. I was the manager, she was the intern. Although she wanted more. I had given her a taste of power, and she wanted to exercise her own. It was clear from the way that she looked at me, with eyes all mine, that she was pleading with me to bestow upon her this power.

'So, now that I have done- now that we've been able to appreciate each other's- each other's wants and desires, how about we talk about that- proposition I made to you last week.', I shuffled my large, skirt clad ass on the seat below before brushing back my neat, black ponytail, 'So, as you have already noted, there is currently no position as an assistant manager open.'

Her face suddenly twisted into hurt. I didn't let this faze me, I wasn't finished yet.

'As you're aware we would have to get rid of the current Assistant Manager. Currently, Duncan occupies that position. However, I've come to the decision that you are to take over his position. It's in both of our interests to keep you close, and yes, Duncan is an obedient, hard worker, but he's also disposable. To put it kindly, Duncan is a person who garners little respect, and as such I'm not exactly inclined to care about how he feels.'

Emily's soft eyes widened in shock, 'W-Wait. You're firing that ugly loser and replacing him with me?'

I shook my head, 'Who said anything about firing him? No, Duncan is a doormat, but doormat's are good to wipe your shoes on. Doormat's are necessary. To show a doormat his proper place, you do not throw it away, you use it as it's intended, to wipe the dirt off your shoes. Duncan is more loyal, hard-working, and professional than you are, but you are smarter, more resourceful, and you're much more attractive than that rat. That is why I'm demoting him to a lower position, so you can take his place.'

She covered her mouth as she begin to realize the extent of this situation. She obviously enjoyed this almost as much as I did.

'So', she said, 'Duncan is your doormat now?'

'No', I smirk, 'He's our doormat. You will effectively be higher rank than him, so in affect he's not just my subservient, he's your subservient. I mean, sure, he's going to be spending a lot of his time here', I shuffle my butt on the chair, 'but any order you give he will have to follow. And I'm sure a young lady such as yourself can find much use out of a personal assistant like Duncan.'

Emily's mouth stood open, agape, 'Is Duncan just going to accept that. He's been working hard here for years and now you're demoting him to be our bitch? I've been here for 6 months and I'm barely 19, he's nearly 30. Do you think he'll just go along with it?'

I chuckle at her. She's so cute when she's excited.

'Duncan will be forced to accept his new role weather he wants to or not. He's locked into a permanent contract here and has waived his right to union representation in the past. He effectively has no choice but to take what I deal out. No, what we deal out. If he refuses not only will he never work ever again, I'll take everything from him and ensure his life will forever be a living hell. Not that it won't be great working for us, but at least he'll be able to eat. I'm sure you'll be making some nasty lies up about him too if he tried to escape his new role.'

'Oh', she blushed, 'I can tell some convincing fibs about how he hurt me if it comes to that and you want me to. I'm sure he'll hate the idea of prison.'

'That's what I like to hear', I smile.

Emily relaxed. She looked to the ceiling for a moment, grinning, probably thinking of our future together. For a second she seemed enraptured in the thoughts that ran through her, the potential of having her own office bitch to torment alongside me. Then, the reality sitting in front of her crashed down, and she looked at me with those eyes full of wonder and arousal.

'Oh god', she whimpered, 'You're such an evil, nasty bitch. I absolutely love it. I'm sure you'll show Duncan his place here, and I can't wait to be a part of that. He's going to be our little ass kisser, isn't he?'

I feel waves of aching arousal shake through me, 'Oh yes, his lips will be well accustomed to our backsides, both figuratively and literally. Whilst he will be directly serving me, we'll share an office, so we'll both have plenty of time throughout the day to exercise our power over him.'

Emily raised her eyebrows as I began to feel my gut churn, 'This is insane. I honestly can't wait. Do you know those really bitchy bosses on movies? I'm gonna' be like that, but, like, worse. He's lips are gonna' be sore after he's done kissing my ass.'

'And speaking of asses-' I grin, shifting my butt on the chair below. I focused and stared at my clean desk before releasing a brassy, groan of a fart. It was long and deep, like a wet tuba. As the final gust of wind exited my prominent backside I close my eyes, extend my smile, and release a sigh. I was holding that one in for some time.

Emily's incessant giggles ring through the air as the first fumes begin to rise, fetid and raw. The smell of my fart will soon bake the entire room in it's stink.

'Oh wow, that was such a great fart. One of your best ones in a while. I wonder how bad that one smells', Emily says.

'Smell it, and find out', I say, picking my hand up and wafting the fart towards her. Rather than move away, she shuffled forward a little, raising her cute little nose, before giving an audible sniff of the air. I watch her carefully for her reaction. For a second her face is blank, until suddenly it screws up in disgust and something else, something like adoration.

'Phew, that's a strong one', She says, before giving the air another sniff, 'yeah, that's pretty raunchy. Kinda'- I don't know, cheesy? Either way, that's gonna bake in here for a while.'

Emily then moved a little closer, her eyes now set on mine, her lips curled and her cute nose shooting out. God, her nose is so cute. I pull myself towards her as she passes through the cloud of thick fart. Before long we're wrapped in a long, passionate kiss. Her younger body soaks into mine as the lingering scent of ass seems to push us both further into each-other's hold. For some time we remain as one, her lips soft and succulent, her tongue pressing against my own. Afterwards, she pulls herself back onto the chair, her hair a slight mess as she flattens her skirt and combs it with her fingers.

'Hey', she mutters, looking up at me, 'I think I need to cut one.'

She lifted her leg on the chair, and looks out towards the wall. Her face screws up in concentration as silence settles down. I see the inner mechanisms of her effort as she pushes out a short, airy, fluttering fart which ends in an high pitched squeak. She lowers her leg and exhales.

'That was a nice, silent one', I say, chuckling as Emily focuses on the floor, grinning.

'-But deadly', She says, screwing up her face and holding her finger in front of her nose. After a few moments I realize what she meant. Whilst not as strong as my own, her fart has a definite potency to it, a crude, almost manly scent. This somehow conflicts with her feminine frame and movements, but in a way which gives her an air of independent, non-conformist femininity.

'God', I say, 'you're right. You're getting better at this', we smile at each other, 'anyway, it's pretty bad in here now. I think this is a perfect atmosphere to inform our new assistant of his new role, don't you think? It'll give him some perspective, I think. After all, since he's working underneath us he's going to have to get used to our various smells, no?'

Emily wiggles her bum on her chair, 'Oh, shall I get him now? Don't want the smell to fade, not that there's much chance of that.' Clearly she's enjoying the anticipation, but still cannot wait to see Duncan's face as he realizes that the lazy, bratty, pretty intern is now his boss.

'Go get him', I smile, watching her jump up and leave through the door, her face transforming into a professional look of disguised glee. She is going to enjoy this, as much as I'm going to be, if not more. Duncan is fucked.

Duncan walked through moments later, a look of utter confusion plastered to his thin, weak face. Emily points towards the chair, and he sits down, his thin frame hunched over in his seat. She's already giving him instructions and he's already following. He doesn't know it yet, but he's replicating his future. I raise my hands to the desk as Emily stands behind me, her arms crossed, her face now the look of bemusement. Duncan looks a little grossed out at the stale smell of our shared fart stink, but nevertheless he gave me a weak 'hello', which I, of course, ignored.

'So, Duncan, as you know I have certain responsibilities that enable me to have some, if not complete control over employment here. You have been an assistant manager for the past year, a position you have worked towards for the past six years. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I'm going to have to demote you several ranks. We are making room for Emily, here, who I've decided to make into assistant manager, to work alongside me.'

'W-Wait', Duncan moaned, looking shocked and on the verge of tears, almost instantly, as if I had punched him in the face, 'I'm being demoted? But I've worked here for six years and I've worked so hard. I- I don't understand, why? You can't demote me.'

I blinked and smiled, 'Let me make this straight, Duncan. You are mine, you work under me. I can demote you and I am going to demote you. We are making room for Emily here, who we've decided to give your job. Now, we have an agreed contract which mean you need to fulfill my orders. Failing this, you will likely never work in this city, hell, this country ever again. Not only that, but Emily is a very good liar. What if she told the police you did something to her that she didn't want you to do? I would gladly back up this lie and pay for a strong, ruthless prosecutor.'

'Y-Y-You Can't', Duncan whimpered, beginning to shake.

'Oh yes, I can. Now, me and Emily will be working alongside each other. However, I have decided to change your job role. You will now be working underneath us. Emily is new to management, but she's assured me that having somebody around to serve her would be fantastic, and that will be you. Your job role is to assist in various tasks that me and Emily here, as your bosses, demand of you. This will include serving us food and drink, cleaning our desks, filing our reports, and much, much more.'

Emily pressed herself against the desk, bringing her face close to his, 'now, as one of your new superiors, I will tell you now that, unless you want us put you behind bars, or worse, then I expect you to be a huge brown noser. Your job is to kiss my and Kate's ass, and you're going to work hard at it.'

He chokes on his words before speaking, tears welling in his eyes, 'p-please'.

As soon as he said those words I relaxed. He had lost. Emily was better than I thought, she had totally psyched him out. Yet I knew from the ferocious, predatory look on her face that she wasn't finished toying with her new prey. At least, not yet. I'll let her make him squirm even more.

'As your new superiors, you will do as we say. It'll be hard work, I'll make sure of that. You won't like it, but there's no alternative. I'm your boss now, Duncan, deal with it. Now that we have established that, you will start your position today. In fact, you'll begin right now. You get the desk in the corner, whilst me and Kate here will be sitting here. When we want to use you for something, we'll call you, and you'll treat us with the respect we deserve. Do you understand?'

'Y-Yes, miss', He stumbled, looking towards the floor, hiding his tears. What a pathetic excuse of a man, if you could even call him that.

'Now, I'm quite thirsty. Get your stupid ass down to the kitchen and make me a coffee, strong, with two sugars,' he fidgeted whilst Emily looked at me. Suddenly, her dominant scowl had been replaced by utter adoration, 'Do you want any coffee, Kate?'

I looked over at him, 'Yes. Creamy, three sugars, and extra milk. You better get this right, or you're totally fucked, understand?'

'Yes miss'.

He was about to leave when Emily raised an objection.

'Before you go', She grinned, 'We're both aware that you've worked your ass off for this company for a long time, without reward. Let me show you how we feel about all your hard work.' She turned around and bent down slightly, her ass expanding in her skirt.

Emily's butt suddenly made a fluttering, bubbly sound as a blast of a fart escaped through. She sniffed, wafted the air towards him, and laughed. He looked at her in fear, and when the smell hit him, disgust, although he dare not say anything, instead remaining there, shaking.

'Well', I yell, 'she's showed you your worth, now get us those coffees, you worthless excuse for human garbage'.

He made a sort of cry with his throat as he stumbled out the door, much to our shared amusement. We shared a please glance. Emily really was adapting well to her new role.

He returned a short while later, balancing two steaming mugs We both looked towards him as he approached, but he couldn't find himself to look us in the eye. As he passed through Emily's stale fart cloud, he grimaced, but soon the coffee was at our desk and he began to turn away, to return to his own desk.

'Woah, did I give you permission to walk away?' I say, crossing my arms as he turns quickly.

'I-I'm sorry miss, I- I'

'Get here, now'.

He returned, looking at my face for a moment before lowering his gaze once more. I realized after a moment of staring that he was shaking. That forced me to smile, as this was what I wanted. To rule by utter fear is humiliating in itself, and he needed to know his place.

'Get on your knees', I say through gritted teeth, now hiding my grin. He follows my order, and soon he is kneeling upon the carpeted floor, his face slightly twisted into what I perceived as self-hatred. He seemed to despise himself for allowing this control over him. Emily continued typing in silence but I saw that she was stealing glances towards us. I turned a little in my seat, resting my weight upon my right hip.

'Pucker up, I want you to kiss my ass'.

There was a short giggle from Emily as he paused for a second, tears welling in his eyes, before he held them back and begun to crawl towards me. Slowly, he extended his head above the chair, twisting himself so his face could reach my ass. He shook as his lips pressed against the flesh of my butt cheek, and I felt him deliver a reluctant but strong kiss. I tried not to grimace as I became aroused. Then, he returned to his knelt position next to my chair.

'That was good, but it needs improvement. Now, go to Emily and offer to kiss her bum. I'm sure she'll appreciate the fact that you know your place.'

Emily's eyes remained on her screen as she leaned over and revealed her perky butt to Duncan, who crawled over. Her grin was wide. I could see his outline as his face hovered towards Emily's butt and he delivered a kiss to her right cheek. She held him there as he tried to pull away and I heard her harsh grip cause him to cry out.

'Wait a sec', Emily said, as she shook herself, 'I've gotta fart.' At this Duncan began to struggle away but Emily seemed to dig her fingers deep into his flesh as his face remained reluctantly next to her butt, exactly where he didn't want to be after her last comment.

'Please', he whimpered, 'I have a sensitive nose.'

'Err', Emily said, 'I don't care'.

Duncan's pathetic pleading did nothing to sway Emily, who rubbed her ass into his face before letting out a sharp toot which increased in volume as the force of it struck Duncan's reddened face. It was quite short, but from Duncan's gags and coughs, it must've smelled, although he had never smelled a fart so close before so the experience was likely much worse than he imagined. After a minute of making him gag in the cloud of her small fart, she let him go, and as he collapsed on the floor I felt my own belly expand as a large brewing inside indicated the presence of gas in my gut. I needed to teach him a lesson.

'Duncan, get over here, now', I yell, turning my chair outwards. Duncan crawls over, still coughing from when Emily cut one on his face. I look at his pathetic, disheveled appearance and display my angry grimace in a purposeful attempt to intimidate. It seemed to work, as his face, already as red as a tomato, seemed to intensify in color. I was about to show him what real work was.

'Oh my god, are you crying? That's pathetic. Anyway, what did you think of Emily's toot?'

'i-it stunk', he whinged, 'I- I feel s-sick'.

I laughed alongside Emily, before wrapping my fingers in his hair, with a tug, I forced his face closer to mine. I stopped laughing all of a sudden and stared at him with pure contempt for his existence. My belly was rumbling pretty hard so I was going to have to make sure he'd be near my ass soon.

'It's a fart', Emily said, 'It's supposed to stink.'

'Now that you've been given a brief glimpse into your role here, you're going to start your real work. Thought that was bad? That was nothing. We're in a warm office all day, we'll find ways to make your day really tough. Every single day. This is partly for our amusement, partly so that we don't have to deal with our own bad habits, but all in all you're just a slave. Now, let's show you what you'll be doing when you're not kissing our asses or making us coffee.'

Without saying another word I pulled him upwards, raising myself off the seat. I felt the sweat caking my cheeks separate from the chair, and realized that part of my skirt was plastered to the skin. It was a super hot day, and I was quite sweaty below. The smell of my sweaty arse must've been quite strong, as Duncan started making disgusted moans, although that could've been from the realization of where he was going.

I had installed for this day two hoops in the table which I could tie his hands too. Emily's side has the same contraption. As I squatted above him, my smelly, bubble butt just a few inches from his face, I tied him to the hoops to ensure he couldn't try and push me off, which, if my belly rumbles had anything to go by, he would try to do once I cut the cheese.

'Now, I'm going to sit down on your face. Our butts is where you'll be spending most of your time. Bums are quite smelly so make sure to take deep breaths to filter that out, as is your job.'

I gave my ass a little shake and then lowered it onto his face as he tried to force out a terrified 'please'. As my flesh melted over him, his whimpering nose nestling in my humid, skirt clad arse, he felt my weight crush against his skull as his breathing became heavy. Trust me, down there, you don't want to have to inhale deeply, but he must. It must be stinky, but it's about to get much worse.

Sitting atop his face, I felt a rush of power course through me. His suffering below made me shiver with excitement from my position resting on his nose. This was our future, relaxing our butts on our slave, forcing him to endure our various smells, holding the power of our gas above him, ready to let rip at any time. My ass seemed to mold to the contours of his face and as I relaxed I felt a need to increase his suffering suddenly overcome me. Unfortunately for him, a way to do this suddenly appeared, as my belly began to expand with my built up gas.

Without warning him of the incoming release, I slowly pushed the fart through my gut until the build up of it reached my anus. I only had to loosen a little and give a small push until the pressure inside me was released with a loud, deep, and long rumbling fart which heated the skin of his face and rushed inside his quivering nostrils.

From the second the fart began Duncan screamed into my ass, pleading with me to let him go as the potent, vile stench revealed itself, torturing his nose as he tried his best to pull away from the source of his agony. But he wasn't going anywhere, and his violent attempts to escape did nothing to move his nose away from my ass crack, which was hot with fart. It was clear from his babbling cries that he didn't expect me to loosen such a beast on his face. I just sat there, uttering a deep 'ahh' as the force of the gas left me, making no effort to qualm his suffering. It made it clear to him that we had no care for his pain, no mercy or pity for his vile position.

Emily was laughing her own ass off, and I couldn't blame her. The fart came as much as a surprise to her than it did to the mess which cried out below my ass. Also, compared to her last fart, it was revolting. She had a lot to live up to when she sits on him later, but if some of her past farts had anything to do with it, then she wouldn't have trouble there.

A portion of the smell hit my nose, so quickly I held it as the smell floated in the air. Emily looked over at me as it hit her and made a face twisted between disgust and humor. Clearly my seat needed to do a better job at sniffing.

'Listen, ass boy, that was pathetic. You need to sniff much more deeply every time I fart. I'm not supposed to smell anything, that's your job. If you can't do your job then we'll have to practice with taste. I'm sure you don't want that, do you?'

He stopped weeping below to release a moan of confirmation. Hopefully that was enough to scare him into sniffing. Of course I plan to use his mouth at a later date anyway, but for now we'll have to train him with my next fart, which I quickly realize is already here.

'Ok. I'm going to fart again. This time, you're going to sniff it, and you are going to sniff it really deeply. If I'm not satisfied by your inhaling, or if I catch the smell, I'm going to have to sit my ass on your mouth, and for that I will do it bare. Is that understood?'

Our slave cried out a reluctant confirmation before weeping from the knowledge of what I'm about to unleash atop his face. I don't blame him, that last fart was horrific, even myself and Emily thought so, and that was from the brief scent that escaped my clutch upon his face.

I ready myself by leaning slightly to one side. I look into Emily's eyes as she looks upon us with anticipation. Winking, I suddenly twist my face into a grimace of forced concentration as I push upon my bowels and force out a loud, juicy, gritty fart which pushes violently against the flesh of my convulsing victim. His flesh burns with the agony of my fiery outburst of vile gas, but still through his coughing, gagging, and screaming, he manages to sniff through the stretched fabric of my skirt until he bursts into a series of muffled retching. Emily hears this and we share a giggle.

'Keep sniffing, fart cushion, you are not done yet', I yell, pressing my heeled foot onto his leg, still chuckling at his suffering.

He moans and sniffs a few more times, inhaling the smell as my ass absorbs the moisture of his flowing tears. God, that feels so good.

'That was better', I say, 'but still not perfect. Next time, do better, or you might find your mouth around my ass.'

For the next hour or two I relax and get on with my work, stopping only to let rip and yell at my cushion to sniff better. Clearly he is not getting used to the smell, but I don't care because he seems to be improving at sniffing, although from his gasps of disgust and revulsion it's clear that he isn't liking it. Emily gets more and more impatient as her own gut builds up gas. I forgot what coffee did to her, and as I remember I realize what hell Duncan will soon be in.

'Come on', Emily says, clutching her stomach, 'I really need to fart. Can I sit on him now?'

'Okay, I'll just cut another one and you can have him. Bare with me'.

I twist my hip slightly as I press my foot onto the floor. Quickly, an airy, long but quiet fart exits my backside, a whispering cloud of fetid stink. Clearly, it's deadly, because he struggles through his dry retching to sniff it properly. It doesn't help that a layer of ass sweat presses against his nose from having it wedged against my warm asshole for two hours.

'Wait for it to clear and then you can use him', I say as my seat continues to struggle against the strong smell of my SBD. God, he really hates that one, and after a brief cheesy whiff of it passes my nose, I see why. Wafting the air with audible disgust, I almost feel the presence of the fart in the atmosphere, coiling around my own nose. It is so foul it almost makes me want to throw up.

'Sniff deeper, that's rank.' I mutter through my pinched nose. I look over at Emily and she is doing this same.

His weeping intensifies as I feel his nose suck air through my fart stained skirted ass. I don't blame him, that one really stinks. It just shows how much the gut is a bank of the rankest of stenches, or at least mine is.

'I think it's mostly gone, although that's gonna be there for a while,' I say, lifting myself off my Duncan's wretched face. As my ass peels away from his red, engorged flesh I notice how ugly he is, how stricken with pain his eyes are as they bulge out in reaction to his loud coughing fit. He stinks of fart so much so that his mere physical presence sickens me. Anybody who smells of lady toots is truly pathetic, and he was more fart than human.

'Your work is not over', I say, grabbing his hair and making him crawl towards Emily, coughing, 'Emily's gut has been brewing some nasty air for you to breath for the last hour or so. Remember to sniff, or Emily will be more than happy to show your mouth to her bare asshole. Okay?'

'Y-y-y-yes, I understand', He whimpered under his breath, loud enough for us to barely hear.

As I approach Emily, Duncan sees her ass hovering above her seat as she stands and bends with just enough room for his ugly face to be slotted beneath her squatting bum. She bits her lips and stares at him with anticipation, like a cat staring down a bird it's about to torture. Her ass is great from this angle, and I am not ashamed to admit I watched it before giving it a light slap. As I do Emily's eyes close in a brief moment of pleasure and she releases a exaggerated moan of pure rapture. Her moans are soft and feminine, which is great as she's about to show Duncan the Sniffer that not all girly girls hold back when it comes to their bodily functions.

I pull his hair violently and push him onto the seat, his face directed upwards, brushing against the outline of Emily's nice ass. With a slow, methodical movement of her waist she slivers down until her cheeks widen and then close around Duncan's tortured nose. As she does so Duncan released a tortured gasp that send shivers down my body. Poor fucker, I think to myself as she ties his hands to the hoops under the table.

'I can't hold it in for much longer', Emily says, staring at me, now losing her chirpy expression, 'you better sit back down or you might get a whiff. I'm going to fart right now and it's going to smell bad.'

Quickly, I move back to my seat, chuckling silently as Duncan's pleads hits deaf ears. As soon as I sit I hear from the other side of the table a long, manly fart which echoes deeply in Duncan's nostrils. Emily, clearly relieved, releases a long sigh which is almost instantly drowned out by the sound of Duncan's wails.

'Sniff deeper you fucking loser', Emily yells. I hear a harsh slapping noise as Duncan cries out in pain, and soon Emily is moaning ever so quietly, probably as Duncan's inhaling massages her ass through her skirt. As he inhales she releases a quick barrage of small, airy toots which causes her cushion to cry out. Still, he seems to have learned his lesson, as her moans continue after the long barrage of farts escape her gut.

Still, she hasn't finished, and within the next minute I hear a low, guttural rumbling which roars out of her ass and straight up his nose. Emily seemed to time this perfectly, releasing it after demanding him to take a long, deep sniff. It hits him as soon as his nose sucked at her ass. This causes her to laugh loudly as her poor seat releases incomprehensible shrieks of burning disgust. As she laughs two small but audible farts escape her ass and adds to his cries.

'K-keep sniffing', She cried in a high pitched girly squeal, her ecstasy making her stutter. I look over and see her nails digging deep into his flesh before she releases them and moans quietly. He must have started sniffing, despite his cries. His flesh is raw from her abuse, I notice.

'Damn', I say, laughing, 'he's really making a fuss.'

'Good', Emily let out a sharp, single laugh, 'He should hate it, it stinks down there.'

Despite his sniffing I notice in the air a stale smell of foul cheese. Emily must notice this too, as she seems to be pressing her weight deep into her chair to lock him in. I can't imagine how hellish it would be to be close to the source of that fart stink, never mind lodged up the ass of the person who dealt it. That coffee did something to her.

Then it comes. Emily empties her bowels of stored farts in one large, bubbly, wet rippling trump which violently escapes her belly and vibrates violently against Duncan's hot flesh. It was so loud that I swear her chair vibrated against it's brassy force. Duncan's screams reach the level of an insane maniac as Emily laughs and rubs her ass from side to side.

'Jesus Christ Emily', I said, 'Do you have the stomach of an elep-' I was suddenly interrupted by the god awful stench which escaped Emily's ass. It was like rotten eggs boiling in manure. I couldn't believe it, it must have escaped as she was rubbing her ass.

'That is so fucking disgusting', I say, laughing alongside Emily, who tries to say something through her laughter, although it is drowned out by the tortured cries of the failure who endured her last shart. I say shart because I can' imagine such a smell could be produced by a fart alone. God, what did she have for breakfast?

'I need to take a break from this room, that is foul. You should check your pants, because that was something else', I say, standing and rushing away from my desk. The smell had started to fade, but I felt suddenly ill from the memory Emily's last release. Not just the bad smell, but also the wet, rippling sound of her bubbly fart. How can such a small belly release such a bad stink?

As I leave I hear Emily's bottom release a small toot, much to her seat's dismay. I dare not to stay around to smell it.