Sharing an Apartment
by S-Lore

PART 1

Mark heaved exhaustedly. The suitcase clutched in his hand was wearing his muscles down quickly. He had only walked from his car to the front porch but he wasn't exactly gifted in the physical aspect of his body. Standing at barely 5'8 and weighing a little over 115 he was a scrawny male. About the only gift he had was up in his head. He was smart, really smart.

Smart enough in fact to become best friends with Blaire. Blaire was the polar opposite of Mark. Standing over six foot she towered over him and often teased him about his height. Not only that but she was captain of the school's volleyball team, star soccer player, and had recently started competitive weight lifting.

Mark and Blaire had decided that their third year in college they would both move into a nearby apartment. It would save them money and since Mark helped her with her grades anyway it would save them trips to each other's dorms.

Mark and Blaire had never had anything romantic and he figured they never would. She was gorgeous. Caramel brown hair, soft gray eyes, cherry red cheeks, beautifully olive toned skin, and her laugh warmed the hearts of everyone in the room. Mark, however, knew her in a different light. They had been friends since seventh grade and she was comfortable around him. So much so, that her dumb girly act vanished when they were alone.

Despite her beautifully fit figure, long flowing locks, and voluptuous curves, she was a complete tomboy through and through. Mark found himself being often thrown around by his larger friend. He put up with it, but hoped she would grow out of it.

"Having trouble?" Blaire laughed grabbing the suitcase from Mark's hand. He grunted loudly as she took it and relieved his aching muscles. Blaire had come out the front door of the apartment to see her friend struggling with the small suitcase and had decided to help.

"I didn't know you were here yet." Mark watched as she flung the suitcase over her shoulder with no issue whatsoever.

"Yeah I moved all my stuff in yesterday." The two of them walked up the stairs and entered into the door. The apartment was a little different from the normal multi-floored building housing 5 to 6 others. Theirs had one floor and housed only two groups with a thick wall separating the two. The landlord had told them that so far no one had rented the other half so they basically had the entire building to themselves. Her only rule was that they couldn't live on the other half unless they paid the rent for that side as well.

Blaire and Mark certainly didn't have that kind of money. Mark was very happy for the privacy, he hated meeting new people. He was not very known at the college they attended. Blaire was his only friend making him kind of a loser. She, however, was super talented and loved by everyone. Despite this fact she didn't really hang out with anyone other than Mark. Secretly she was just happy that she had a person she could be herself around.

Walking in his eyes widened. The apartment was pretty large. It had a main room connecting the kitchen and living room. The living room had a large recliner and a couch. Across the couch was a large flat screen tv brought in by Blaire. Connecting to the family room was a long hallway with a bathroom and the bedroom. That's right, bedroom. They had to share one but Mark and Blaire felt comfortable enough to do so.

Another thing Mark noticed was everything thrown about. Dirty dishes sat on the counter next to the sink, dirty clothes; thongs, bras, shorts, pants, socks, were scattered about as well. Walking into the bedroom he saw what should have been his bed covered in her weights and workout clothes. Topped with a sweaty towel directly on his pillow.

"Blaire, what the hell?!" She stepped back surprised at Mark's outburst.

"Dude, what's wrong?" She sounded confused infuriating Mark even more.

"You've been here one night and it's already disgusting in here!"

Blaire shrugged unfazed. "I work hard, it takes a lot of food and working out to maintain this body. I don't have time to clean." Mark shook his head annoyed. He couldn't really be mad at her, she worked way harder than he did. Deciding not to pursue this further he bent over and began to clean up his bed. Blaire jumped onto her bed stretching her legs with a satisfied groan.

Mark looked at his giant lazy friend resting peacefully. He didn't even know how she fit into her clothes. She was wearing an old pair of stained jeggings which hugged every curve on her waist and down. She groaned sleepily then rolled over exposing her prominent rear. Mark shook his head clearing it of any devious thoughts. He couldn't go against human nature, he was a guy and she was a girl. The only thing that kept him at bay this long was her disgusting habits.

However, her ass was divine. The nicest butt he'd ever seen. It protruded out from her thin tight mid section like a bouquet of flowers from their tightly wrapped stems. Her pants had various rips and whitened fabric from the shear strain of containing her booty. She clearly did a lot of squats.

Forgetting her butt for the moment he continued to pick up her sweaty clothes. Her socks reeked like no other. He had been stuck in a room with her feet before and it was not fun. She loved it when he was forced to smell her feet, which for Mark should have been the first red flag of what living with her would be like.

It took him over an hour to clean the entire apartment. Falling on the couch exhausted he heard the bedroom door open up. Lifting his head he saw Blaire walk into the living room rubbing one of her eyes.

"What's up loser." She cracked her knuckles approaching the couch.

"Hey bitch." He responded laying his head back down.

"Wowww, apartment looks great." She stopped next to the couch where he was laying down.

"Yeah no thanks to you." Mark said without opening his eyes.

"Psh, whatever dude." He suddenly felt a crushing weight as Blaire sat on his stomach. His breath was torn from his lungs as his large roommate made herself comfortable. "I didn't have time to clean today, I made a huge breakfast this morning, worked out for three hours, ate two lunches, went back to working out, and then helped your weak ass move in."

"Fine...point taken..." Mark grunted trying to get her off of him.

"I'm so bored." Blaire said out of nowhere.

"Then go back to sleep." Mark continued to force her to get off.

"Nah..." Blaire looked down at Mark's struggling face. Reaching down she plucked the glasses off his face and put them to the side. "I'm having too much fun with this."

"With what?" Mark looked at his friend panicked. Suddenly Mark's nose was vilely attacked. A strong disgusting odor forced its way into his nostrils and caused his face to wrinkle in pain.

"The look on your face!" Blaire burst out laughing as Mark continued to retch from the stench.

"What the hell is that?!" Mark cried out trying to understand what he was smelling.

"Sorry...I'm feeling a bit gassy." Blaire shrugged looking at her friend. Her eyebrows furrowed as she saw just how much he hated it. If he was going to live with her, he'd have to get used to it eventually...Mark suddenly got worried as a whole new look overtook her face. The same look that she got when she took off her shoes and forced him to stay in the room to "get a good whiff."

"Bro I've got a hilarious idea." She suddenly got up and grabbed Mark by the collar. He barely put up a fight against her superior strength as she dragged him back to the bedroom. Mark's eyes went wide as she shut the door behind them and threw him onto her bed.

"What are you doing?" He cried out regaining his voice.

"Oh come on Marky, I love throwing you around." She laughed jumping on his stomach. "Besides I have an amazing idea to burn away this boredom." Blaire suddenly stopped as a puzzled expression struck her face. Mark's eyes narrowed in confusion as she looked off in the distance.

"Blaire, what's wr-"

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuupppppppppppp

A wall rumbling burp exploded from her mouth causing her chest to heave outwards with force. The burp lasted several seconds leaving Mark utterly stunned. "Hot damn!" She exclaimed waving a hand in front of her mouth. "That was huge! Must be those protein shakes." She giggled looking back down at Mark.

"Please let me go." He tried desperately to move his arms but her legs clamped them to his sides like a steel trap. He could feel her rock hard thighs press painfully into his ribs as she smiled down at him.

""That's disgusting Blai-"

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

Blaire wrenched her head back releasing the gaseous bomb from her stomach. Mark's mouth dropped open as the burp vibrated his entire body and the bed on it. "Damn I'm so gassy." She groaned clutching her belly. Looking at it Mark noticed it was definitely more bloated than usual.

"Blaire get off this is so gross. What are you even doing?" Mike struggled more but one strong squeeze from her thighs made him stop.

"Just be grateful it's not from the other end." She laughed at the idea letting out a small belch.

Mark's face went pale at the thought. Blaire had never farted around him before the time on the couch but she wasn't shy talking about it. She had told him stories of her roommates leaving the dorm room due to one of her gas attacks. And judging from the smell earlier he believed it.

"That would be fun..." She said slowly as the gears in her head began to turn.

"Blaire, no." Mike instantly figured out what she was talking about.

"Like you could do anything about it. Come on you don't want me to fart on you?!" She acted surprised as if it would be a pleasant experience for Mike. "I mean you'll have to get used to it of you're going to live with me. So why not...speed up the process."

"Blaire don't!" Mike screamed.

Blaire twisted around freeing his arms from her thighs. As she turned she quickly slid her legs under his arms and wrapped around them locking them completely in place. Her powerful legs felt like 80 pound pythons squeezing his arms out of his body. She then slid her feet under his head and grabbed both of his legs with her hands. He attempted to struggle but only felt her grip tighten with each passing second.

Her constant training had made her so powerful. Mark realized at that minute he couldn't do anything against what Blaire wanted. What she wanted, she got. As soon as Mark regained his senses he realized the horrible predicament he was now in. Locked completely in place by his roommates muscular body he was in the unfortunate position of having her jean clad ass directly in his face.

Brrrrrrrrrraaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

Blaire burped loudly above me. Mark cringed as he noticed that the smell was starting to get worse. Whether it was his proximity to her ass or the amount of burps she was filling their room with, it was certainly getting a lot stinkier.

"I'm going to fart on your face!" She shouted sending a wave of panic into Mark.

"Blaire, please don-mmmph!" His sentence was cut short as her large fleshy mounds seated themselves onto Mark's face. His nose was buried deep into her butt crack and the hot heavy stench of her sweaty rear began to get sucked into his unwilling nose. She smiled wide as she felt her friend's panicked breath against her butt. She laughed again remembering that she hadn't showered that day after her various workouts. Oh well, the farts weren't going to smell good anyway.

Gripping her gut she strained her face trying to push the built up force in her rear. With one final strain she finally let loose.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

His head went light as the deafening explosion of gas rumbled across his face. His lips took the brunt of the force forcing them to vibrate from the sickening gassy power. After the thunder came the smell. He screamed as the nauseating cloud of her digested protein shake and cheesy broccoli was inhaled through his nose. He tried to break away from Blaire but her legs and arms held him down with seemingly no effort.

She laughed loudly as Mark squirmed under her. "Okay that was bad." She giggled jumping off of him. He gasped for air and coughed loudly as his brain tried to understand what had just happened.

"Alright go away, I've got work in the morning." Blaire pushed him off her bed pretending like nothing had happened. Mark crawled out of the room on his knees and collapsed outside the door breathing hard. It took him a few minutes to find his glasses and after that he did nothing but lay confused and dazed on the ground.

PART 2

Blaire wiggled painfully in her car seat. It was almost 80 degrees out (27 celsius) and she had been sweating all day at work. Her job this summer had been yard work for the school sport fields. That day she had trimmed the entire soccer field, repainted the guidelines, and pulled weeds by the goalie posts. Unfortunately for her there were tons of others there. She basically had to work around the middle school kids who used the field to practice as well as the other gardeners.

Despite her uncaring attitude around Mark she kept a very well respected image of herself to other people. Which meant no burping, farting, taking her shoes off, or saying anything gross about her body. Something had been happening all day and it was killing her. She had a monster wave of gas stabbing at her stomach to escape all day. No matter how many times she tried to find a place to release it there was always someone there.

It wasn't until she finally gave up and decided to hold it in that she got a nasty...devious idea. On her way home in her car, although she was finally alone, she had been holding in every last fart. Not letting anything escape. Breaking out her last resort she had clamped her cheeks shut using every last bit of strength she had in her muscular ass.

^^^

Mark was sitting on the couch watching Tv. He had spent the majority of the morning avoiding his roommate in fear of her having any other cruel ideas. He had never known this side of her, she just loved to do things to him. Like he was a toy for her entertainment. He had been finally able to relax when she left for work and had most of the day to himself. Suddenly he heard his watch beep a few times. Looking at it his stomach began to turn. Blaire was off work, he had to leave or hide or something. He was scared of what she'd do when she got home.

There was no way she'd do that again. That was just a cruel funny joke right? Mark began to doubt himself immediately. She was still his best friend and she would never do something like that again. Sure he'd have to live with a few teases here or there, but he'd be fine. She'd come home, say hi, maybe call him one of their many mean names, then probably go to bed.

Just then the door opened and Blaire briskly walked in. Mark looked at her his eyes wide. Her hair was tied up on a ponytail and her t-shirt was covered in sweat. She was breathing hard and she looked exhausted.

"Hey Blaire..." Mark said nervously. She just smiled back then walked quickly over to him. "What are you doin-" She threw him back down to the couch and climbed on top of him.

"I've been holding in farts all day at work. Like holy SHIT I'm going to explode." Mark looked at her with pleading eyes. She ignored them spinning around back into yesterdays position. "And I'm going to make you smell them!" She sang out in a sing-song voice.

Mark felt horror wash over him. She couldn't be serious. What is happening?! She's never done this before and now she's suddenly obsessed with it. Even worse the smell was easily twice as bad as yesterday. She was wearing a pair of tight workout shorts which she had worked in all day. Her ass cheeks were practically hanging out of the tight fabric as they were wedged deep into her sweaty butt crack. He stared with fear up at her ass hovering over him.

His arms were wrapped tightly in her legs and she had a complete solid hold of the rest of his body. "Fuck this is going to be bad." She groaned as a loud gurgling sound echoed from within her stomach.

"Blai-" As he opened his mouth she sat down sealing his lips around her asshole.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP.....PSSSSSSSSSSsssssssttttttt.......

The cheek trembling blast filled his mouth with a putrid cloud of stench. His tongue curled up as tears streamed down his cheeks. He tried to turn his head but her feet locked it in place forcing him to fully absorb the entire fart. This was the kind of fart that had been clearly left within her intestine for way longer than it should have been. The kind of fart that had so much time to ripen that it exploded from her ass like a hot steamy dish of pure methane. Mark gagged from the disgusting taste of her ass only to be served another, even bigger blast.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPSSSSSS!!!

Halfway through the colossal burst her ass slid away from his opened mouth and aimed the stinky spray straight into his nose serving both of his senses with an equal helping of Blaire gas.

He tried to scream but realized this was a crucial error. She once again, almost unknowingly, took a seat back over his mouth locking in her farts to be directly supplied into his throat.

BRRPPP!

This next fart was short but powerful. He was surprised at just how loud her farts were. If there had been anyone renting the other side of the building they would have heard Blaire's gas without a problem. Unfortunately only Mark had the "honor" of being exposed to such an unearthly force.

Suddenly Blaire reached back and pulled the yellow stained sock from off her foot. Lifting up she laid the sock directly over his nose and sat back down.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpppttptpt.....

The scorching stream of gas filtered through the sock and filled Mark's nose. The two scents of her filthy sock and repulsive fart created a rich mixture of foot funk and beany gas. She laughed loudly rubbing her butt on Mark's face. He must have been having a bad time, but Blaire didn't care. This was so much fun! She had held farts in all day, she had so many more to let go. She pulled the sock away and put it back on her foot, for later. Then she sat back down on her throne.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP

This fart nearly lifted her off of Mark. At this point she had been over his nose and he took the gas full force into his sense of smell. He gagged harshly but the sound of his desperation was lost within her booty. Blaire loved this, not only could she feel her friends entire face shake from the force of each fart, but she had such an impressive grip on his body that he was unable to move a muscle. In any direction all she had to do was pull the opposite way and whatever limb he had attempted to free was dealt a butt load of pain. And speaking of butt-load, Blaire had another load to dump.

FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPT

BBBRRRRPT BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPTTTTT

BRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssss......

The three titanic farts exploded in rapid succession. After the first two Blaire decided to be nice and give Mark's nose a break. The third fart was dropped directly into his mouth which she made available to her by simple squeezing his jaw open with her powerful hand. He moaned in distress when he felt the fabric of her booty shorts press tightly against his lips. The fart in his mouth caused his gagging reflex to flare up immediately. He gagged throughout the entire fart right down to the final stream of hot wind.

Blaire squinted her eyes as the fart ended. That was a hot one and it was certainly going to be rough on Mark. She laughed as her roommate groaned under her. "This is so much fun Marky! I literally can't wait for this to be a regular thing."

Mark tried to shake his head no but was unable. She shifted once more sticking his nose up her butt.

"Every day I get home from work, we can have fun like this." She seemed way too excited for this. Mark was now severely worried. He couldn't survive his friend's farts like this. "I guess it doesn't have to be this way..." What? Mark's chest lifted in hope. "I'll tell you what Mark. If you smell my farts until I go to bed, I won't make you smell them every day from now on."

Blaire lifted herself off giving Mark some air. After he recovered he spoke through deep breaths.

"Please Blaire why are you doing this?!" She sat back down painfully.

"That wasn't the answer I was looking for." She sat back up looking down at Mark expectantly.

Mark gave up. His arms were restrained by her muscular legs and his legs were completely fastened by her arms. He had to agree or he'd be her fart cushion like this every day. "Fine..." He mumbled.

"Alright, but since you didn't answer me straight the first time you also have to willingly eat my biggest wettest NASTIEST fart." Mark cringed from sheer disgust.

"Okay...I will." He groaned as she smiled.

"Good answer." Gripping both sides of her cheeks she slowly lowered down until Mark's nose was perfectly sealed in between and ready for the longest night of his life.