Derek was going to go sledding with his sister, which was exciting. She usually mocked him for being a loser since he didn’t bring any of the cool kids home with him, or even a girlfriend ever. But it was in good fun, still she never spent time with him except at family game nights, which were bimonthly.

So when Connie had said this morning, “Say, Derek, want to go sledding?” he had been shocked.

“With you?” he asked.

“Who else?” his adorable sister said.

So they bundled up with jackets and snow caps and dragged their sled to the top of a hill. Connie wore jeans and Derek had trouble not watching her cute bubble butt as they got the sled into position. Derek also had a picture of her sitting with her head turned, her beautiful blonde hair sparkling, while she sat with her jean-clad butt facing the camera saved. He couldn’t help looking at it, and the fact that Connie called him a “loser” invigorated him, especially when he was down. Like, shwe didn’t really mean it, but sometimes he wondered what life would be like if she did. Would he be worthy of seeing the contours of her butt expressed in clothing? Would she really make him feel low? It was all curious to him, but who knew if he’d ever receive an answer.

But when she insisted that she sit in front and he go behind her, he was even more enthralled. The whiff of the strawberry shampoo she used bombarded his nostrils. He wanted to sniff her, tickle her, feel her lean into him. Unfortunately, if he did any of those things, let alone all three, she could immediately turn around and hate him. It was okay for her to mock his social status, especially since there was nothing malicious in the way she did it, but for her to actively turn hostile toward him, his entire world would implode, and nothing would be right anymore. The thought of that happening filled him with dread. So he kept his nose and fingers in check. But having her butt pressed up against his crotch did not help things.

“Ready for takeoff?” Connie asked.

“Um, I suppose so,” Derek said, even though truthfully he wished they could remain her for ten minutes or so, he felt so warm down there with her posterior pressed up against him. And it had been so long since he had cuddled with any girl. He had had girlfriends of course, just none he ever brought home. Although right now he was as hot for the cheerleading captain, Esther Vortelli, who Connie incidentally had been nagging him about not having the courage to ask out. Esther didn’t exactly have a relationship currently, that was public knowledge, anyhow. And considering many people were overeager to watch her wave her pom-poms at games, it would be public knowledge if anyone knew really, other than those sworn to secrecy like her closest friends, some of whom were probably her own squad members.

But Derek would almost trade a chance for one date with Esther to get to touch, maybe even kiss, Connie’s butt. However, neither of those things was going to happen. And the kissing his sister’s ass scenario was way too intimate even for him, he nearly wanted to punch himself for even considering it.

Except that Connie had the perfect ass. One night, when Derek was desperate for something to focus his hormones on, he scrolled through Onlyfans, and found Connie’s page, with several pictures of her bare ass. Some of them she wore a shirt with, others she was completely bare, but her back was still to the camera. A boob poked out in one of these, a nipple barely visible like a tiny flag, causing Derek to blush, he couldn’t believe that other dudes were getting to see such intimate pictures of the girl he lived with. Never mind that he had paid for her Onlyfans too, in order to access these images. How weird was that?

She even had her butt in the air in one memorable pic, face on the ground of a yoga mat, strained, looking like she was ready to fart. She had leggings on in that picture, but still it was endearing, though Derek wasn’t exactly sure he was that into butts, to take gas coming out of them. Still it was super cute to look at.

Now, on this sled, Connie’s butt shimmied against his lap, swirling there as she prepared to launch them off the hill. It almost felt like she was giving him a lap dance. And as the minutes dragged a little, Derek wondered…was his sister actually doing that? Was this real? Had she figured out he was on her Onlyfans and was punishing him?

But wait, a girl doesn’t punish her brother for looking at pictures of her ass by swirling that posterior in his lap, does she? It…didn’t add up. Something corky was going on here. He’d pinch himself to find out if he was dreaming, but his hands were on his sister’s waist, and anyway, he was wearing a thick jacket, not ideal for pinch-testing reality.

And if this somehow was a dream, he didn’t want to know that, he wanted it to be real so badly. After all, he had come out here to have regular sibling time with his sister, and here she was giving him the equivalent of a lap dance that a girl can give a guy while they’re sitting on a sled.

And then her butt swung up and pushed into his face.

“Oh my gosh, Derek, why does your face feel so good to sit against?”

Derek couldn’t answer that, not with his sister’s jeans shoving against his nose. Not that he would have a proper answer to such a weird question. There definitely have to have been very few sisters who ever said something like that to their brothers.

But Derek didn’t want Connie’s butt to leave his face. In fact, having it there was more fun than sledding, or playing Fortnite, or really a number of activities that were better than having a math test at school. He even wanted to kiss her butt, yet was afraid she’d scare her, cause her to shriek, jump off the sled, accuse him of being dirty, and not talk to him for weeks, let along give him a lap dance or squish her posterior in his face…

And then, a noise of foreboding erupted from her posterior.

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“Like the stink, bro? Goodness, I didn’t know my butt was about to emit that! I’m so lucky to have had a nose pressed against it, don’t you think?”

Derek couldn’t miss the way his sister seemed to act like this wasn’t planned, and yet it kinda had to be. Otherwise her butt wouldn’t have remained in his face. It was still there, not moving away, bouncing a little.

“More yummy farts are coming, gag machine!” Connie promised.

Despite having stalked her Onlyfans, sniffing her farts wasn’t exactly something he had anticipated. But…it was a small price to pay for having attention from her butt. Like, how many guys would maim someone for the chance to be in Derek’s current position? It was a dream come true. Perhaps without the stink it’d be every better, but would it? By farting on him, Connie was doing more than releasing foul vapors that pained his nose. She was establishing her dominance over him. While they were on a sled at the edge of the top of a snowy hill. It could tip over any second. Yet Connie deemed this important enough, to put Derek in his place, to squirt out nasty farts he had no choice but to sniff.

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It reeked of cinnamon rolls and sausage McMuffins. Derek’s nose felt like fire ants were crawling all over it and burning with nasal canals with relentless force. Not a pleasant experience at all. But his cute blonde sister was responsible for it. And that was exciting. Especially since she seemed to have no inkling that he had seen some of her pictures on Onlfans. Basically the ones that aren’t meant for specific people who pay a premium price to see those, meant just for them.

None of those guys ever had Connie’s butt in their face, though. They could have the pictures. Derek had the real deal.

Connie kept farting for a few more minutes, sighing happily. Somehow the sled remained in its precious position without plummeting down the snowy hill. But then Connie sighed and started bonking Derek’s face super hard with a butt, pushing it back more and more, until he was horizontal on the sled.

“Oh yeah, that’s much better, now I’m really sitting on you!” Connie exclaimed happily. “You’re quite the seat, Derek. It feels so comfortable here,” she said, bouncing on his face as if trying to get the right position. “I bet other girls would like sitting on you too. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Derek couldn’t answer, he was still gagging from her recent emissions. But then the sled went off the edge and Connie shrieked while letting out a steady stream of gas.

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Derek’s nostrils flared. It was the grossest wallop of foul smells he had ever encountered. Like being trapped with fourteen skunks in a very small cave. Connie’s gas kept ripping down her the whole way down the hill and it continued for three minutes straight when their sled came to a rest.

Connie bounced with her butt super hard then slid it down his chin and neck so she could twist the side and watch him. “Whoa, you don’t look so good, bro! My fart that horrendous to smell?”

It was indeed, pretty bad. Derek’s stomach churned from the icky air he was inhaling, not to mention his face still felt the cold. And perhaps because of the latter fact, he had to inhale the gas even harder. Connie giggled as she gazed down at him. “What a loser,” she said, in such an endearing tone. He belonged to her, he was her loser. If any other girl called him that, it might be derisive, but from his sister, it was a declaration of ownership and also seemed to him that she was saying she would treat him roughly, make sure his nose suffered, a sort of promise that he was alive to serve her butt, and she wanted him to know it and to never expect that he had a bigger purpose than doing that.

But was there a bigger purpose for a dude than serving a cute girl’s butt? Derek was willing to wager there wasn’t, even though he hadn’t included farts as part of that prior to Connie started to stink him up around ten minutes prior.

When his gagging subsided a little, Connie declared, “Let’s do it again!”

Derek wasn’t in a position to argue, nor did he want to. He rose to his feet and together they hauled the sled back up the hill, and once more Connie plopped in front of him, and this time she gave him a very vigorous lap dance, there was no question about what she was doing, and it caused the muscle which reacted to such sexual kinks to elongate…

And then Connie’s butt was up in his face again and she used it to send him down horizontal against the board a second time. In retrospect he could’ve asked if should get down in this position but then he wouldn’t have gotten the intense lap dance, and he was pretty sure Connie wanted him to serve her without him taking any sort of initiative toward how that would take place. She called all the shots and he had to expect she knew what she was doing. To displease her could cause her to call the whole thing off, and then he’d be in a bitter mood because she’d ignore him and not sit on his face no matter how much be begged…

The farts came after a few butt-bounces.

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They were quite the malodorous macanoi and cheese farts, Connie’s butt showing no mercy, establishing its prowess. Derek existed only to be sat on by it, this is what he was born to do, even though he hadn’t gotten a chance to experience anything this wonderful before today.

And then they were sledding down the snowy hill again, Connie’s butt going off a mile a minute, as if it knew his secret, that he had seen it bare on his sister’s Onlyfans, and it he didn’t sniff her emissions as though they were comprised of oxygen he needed to remain alive rather than sulfur, Connie would find out about him signing up for her Onlyfans and seeing rather provocative pictures of her and then she’d rage at him, maybe give him a peek of her bare butt and say, “You know what, perv? For doing something as filthy as spying on me, seeing my nuds and other provocative pics, you’re not worthy of any more of my farts!”

Technically speaking he still wasn’t on board with the foul emissions she seemed to have a limitless supply of. But…for her to deny him her butt at this juncture, that would be a horror he’d never recover from. He needed this now, more so than when he saw pictures of her mooning the camera and looking behind her with a smirk on her face.

They reached the bottom of the snowy hill and she kept on farting and farting as if her ass had been saving these spurts of gas just for his nose for months on end.

After she shifted to his chest and watched him as he gagged on her farts for a bit, Connie got on her phone and texted her best friend Hannah. He wanna come and fart in Derek’s face? I think your butt deserves to have someone under it.

Hannah read this and texted she’d be right over, and Connie turned to her brother. “Okay, Hannah will be here soon to enjoy you as well but first my butt is going to make you weak.”

Then she stood up on his chest and flung herself backward, her posterior smacking into his face. She pummelled it repetitively with her buttcheeks while sitting on him till his nose felt like it had been flattened like a pancake and his jaw was a bit sore. Goodness, his sister was really into this. At least he could monopolize her butt attention. No one else would get to expeirence this, he was Connie’s loser, her fart cushion, and that’s exactly what he desired to be. Even if it was somewhat painful.

Hannah was a gorgeous Hispanic girl with silky black hair which ended halfway to her waist, she wore a pink jacket and lavender leggings, and set her skateboard down. “Glad they cleared the snow off the sidewalk, else it would’ve taken me so much longer to get here.”

“Great, now that you’re here we can lug the sled back to the top of the hill,” Connie said. She and Hannah hugged. Then Connie clapped her hands. “Now get up, loser. As much fun as it’d be to tie you down to the sled, you’d make it too heavy.”

“Are we free to call him ‘loser’ now?” Hannah asked.

“Of course. He’s our fartsniffer, after all. His place is with his face pressed up against our butts. Nowhere else.”

Derek got up and helped them lug the sled to the top of the hill, not sure about his sister sharing him with her best friend. He wanted her butt’s attention and this seemed like something that could get in the way of that. Could, though. Not necessarily going to. Just a fear he had that he hoped would be proven false.

They got the sled to the top and after Derek was where he was expected to be on the back of the sled, Connie said, “Hannah, why don’t you give him a lap dance? That way he’ll be putty in your hands when you’re ready to fart.”

“Um, I’m not sure about the lap dance part,” Hannah said, with misgivings. “I don’t mind him struggling. That’s the best part, when a boy thinks he can get out of sniffing your farts but you exhibit your dominance.”

Connie considered this. “Yeah, I suppose only I should give him the lap dances, as his sister. Go ahead and do it your way.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Hannah said, shimmying up Derek’s body with her ass.

Hannah was definitely among the top ten hottest girls Derek had ever seen. Chief among those was Esther, the head cheerleader, who Connie always bugged him to ask out but whom he never had the courage for. Also, did someone who stalked his sister’s Onlyfans have a right to date a beautiful cheerleader? And now he was expected to sniff his siter’s farts on top of that, as well as that of her best friend’s.

He was now flat on the board and Hannah’s butt bounced on his face with tremendous force, she was way rougher than his sister had been. “You’re not ready for my stink, loser,” she said to him.

Surely her gas couldn’t compete with Connie’s? Because Connie’s farts were quite potent. His nose still felt sore even though her emissions had dissipated at this point.

Hannah leaned forward and let loose the foul stench.

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Whoa, whoa, whoa! This was quite a nightmare to inhale, yikes, what had Hannah eaten to cause it? Probably something with jalapenos.

“Ohmigosh, it feels so good to have someone sniff my farts! Usually I have to run to an empty part of the hallway or the bathroom to release them.”

It is uslikely that anyone would volunteer to sniff Hannah’s farts after smelling them, ugh. They made Derek’s throat burn. Of course, in theory if someone did request the opportunity to sniff her farts, they wouldn’t know how awful her emissions could get, but presuming they had smelled them before, they’d want an entire ocean between them and Hannah’s gas when she released.

“More, butt, show him what he really deserves!” Hannah cooed.

Her ass rumbled.

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Derek’s nostrils were tormented, his gag reflex got to work, making him sound like a whirring generator, he was intensely disgusted and missed his sister’s butt dominating him already, that was what made this endearing, why did Hannah have to play with him by spewing out her farts as well?

Hannah kept releasing for a few minutes in that position, her butt pummelling his face so hard thathe was forced to inhale her farts much deeper than he wanted to.

And then they launched off the hilltop and were riding down in the snow with Hannah farting relentlessly, it was very likely her gas would knock someone out if they were near but somehow Drek held on, even though the stink bothered him so much and perhaps going unconscious would give him some peace. But no such luck there.

The sled came to a rest at the bottom of the hill and Hannah kept on releasing gas as if shehad oodles and ododles of it that she had been storing in her butt for ages. Had Connie and Hannah been planning something like this for months? That seemed the most likely way they’d have this much gas in them, but it was also scary to consider.

Connie had run down the hill and joined them at the base of it after a couple of minutes. She stood nearby while Hannah farted on Derek before saying, “Okay, let’s take him back to the top if you’re ready and we both can fart on him this time.”

“Sounds good,” Hannah said, giving Derek’s face a few more butt-bounces, then she leapt up, stomped on his esophagus with her shoe, before stepping off and shoving Derek off into the snow. “Hurry up and stand, loser, to help us haul the sled back up.”

Derek wasn’t exactly eager to be stomped on or barked at by his sister’s best friend. If Connie knew about him seeing her Onlyfans, it would make sense he had to serve Hannah, and like the farting was fine enough, very gross sure, but withstandable. Having his esophagus nearly snapped in pieces by Hannah stomping on his chest though, that was a little much. But perhaps that was her own way to deal with “?losers,” although it was way more painful than what her gas had done to his nose.

They got the sled to the top of the hill, Derek’s chest hurting the entire way. He was relieved when both girls’ posteriors were on his face, they actually were sititng butt to butt, not a good position to sled down, but they had gotten the sled to a safe spot so it wasn’t going to tip over.

“Let’s fart together!” Connie exclaimed.

“You got it,” Hannah said, reaching back and squeezing her hand.

Their asses went off at the same time.

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…went Connie’s butt, the gas reerking of hot dogs and fried marshmallows.

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…went Hannah’s butt, reeking of enchiladas, nachos, and churros.

They kept releasing for eight minutes, stinking up the area, making Derek gag and grossing his tongue out. Then the girls got in position, Hannah remaining on his face but turning to face the front while Connie stood to the side, then Connie plopped on his neck, then they launched off the top of the hill, both girls farting like mad, Derek’s nose in peril, while the girls giggled, Connie’s gas shooting up fron his neck to his nostrils and colliding with Hannah’s.

They kept gassing him up and laughing for awhile until Connie said, “You know what would make this even better?”

“What?” Hannah asked.

“If we invite other girls to fart on him! After all, gotta share the love.”

“Hum,” Hannah said. “I suppose. But I had hoped to keep him to just us.”

Connie bounced down to Derek’s chest and turned herself to the side then placed her hand on Hannah’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, he does belong to us. And after the other girls stink him up, we won’t share him. But some of the girls at our school need their own chance to fart, and we have a fartsniffer here to serve them. Can’t deny them that, you know?” Connie smiled to reassure her best friend.

“Fine, my butt is out of fuel anyway. I should go for a taco run.”

“Go on then and I’ll text the girls. And bring me back something, if you would.”

“Of course,” Hannah said. She jogged over to scoop hup her skateboard then used it to get home and climbing in her car to go hit up Taco Bell.

Connie finished texting and gazed at her brother, a twinkle in her eye. “I invited the cheerleaders to come. I bet you can’t wait to sniff their farts.”

Truthfully, Derek wasn’t sure he wanted to do that, if this recent sled ride was any indicator, having multiple girls fart on him could really make him feel sick with their constant, foul gas. Of course, he was eager to feel girls’ butts on him, and he wasn’t oppoed to them farting, but if it got to be too much for him, well that could ruin the fun of this entire experience.

Connie’s phone dinged. She read the text there, and whistled. “Esther says she’s collecting the cheerleaders now, and that they’ll be wearing their uniforms.”

Derek coughed, and found his voice might be working now, the gagging having subsided. “Um, how can they wear their uniformed outside in the cold?”

“Well, yeah, they can’t have their arms or legs exposed,” Connie said. “But I think Esther will have considered that and have a solution.”

“Okay,” Derek said. “But uh, why are you so eager for her to fart on me? I thought you wanted me to date her.”

“I like shipping you two,” Connie said, swirling her shoe in the snow. “But it’s super obvious at this point that you’re never going to ask her out. And anyway, the thought of her farting on you is soooooooo cute!”

“Why? Is her gas extra-stinky?”

“Probably,” Connie said, shrugging. “But I’m sure with six other cheerleaders farting on you, you’ll have a ton to worry about in that regard. Your nose is going to be in so much pain!”

Well, there was a big answer to a question Derek had. Connie didn’t seem to know about his spying on her Onlyfans by paying for it. as she wasn’t furious with him and the thought of him suffering from foul smells emerging from girls’ anus was her reasoning for doing this, based on what she just said.

“Better fart on you while we wait, the cheerleadrs might not be here for awhile.”

With that, Connie stood up on her brother’s chest, wagged her ass over his face, then dropped down with immense impact.

Her stomach gurgled.

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A constant stream of stink assaulted his throat and olfactory tunnels from his sister’s anus. She didn’t bother dragging the sled up the snowy hill again, just farted on him at the spot it had landed on the most previous plummet.

And then seven cheerleaders pranced toward them, giggling and shoving each other playfully. Connie got off Derek’s face to greet them. They had leggings beneath their red skirts, and sweatshirts under their red-and-white tops. These were some decent armor against the cold, it did its job, and honestly some of them looked mighty cute with their leggings, even though their legs were hidden.

“Are we really all going to fart on him?” asked a redhead, Farrah.

“Yes,” Connie said, holding her arm at waist-level. “He’s all set for your butts to drop on his face.”

“Should his sister really be the one to give us permission to do this?” asked a cheerleader with mousy-brown hair. Her sweatshirt was lime-green, and her leggings black with yellow polka-dots.

“Well, he’s my fartsniffer,” Connie said. “So yeah, I get to decide if he has to serve your butts, or those of any other girls.”

“Since when is he your fartsniffer?” the mousy-borwn haired cheerleader asked, her arms crossed.

“Since a little while ago. But if you have a problem with that, you can just walk away. If you agree, Esther.”

The head cheerleader, with straight, extremely gorgeous golden blonde hair, waist-length, said, “Yeah, Abby, if you have a problem with Connie owning her brother and allowing us to make him sniff our farts, you can go find some other dude to gas up.”

“You know it isn’t that easy,” Abby griped. But she stood down, clearly interested in farting on Derek just as her fellow squad members were.

“So, anyone else have any bizarre comments?” Esther asked, looking at the other cheerleaders. Her sweatshirt and legging were both pink.

“Good, then we can begin what we came here to do, which is FART!” She clapped her hands, and ushered Nurlia, a girl with chin-length hair that she had dyed green. Her sweatshirt was black, and her leggings had the yellow Batman logo all over them but were navy.

She was Native American. Plopping on Derek’s face, she bounced like mad, her butt so eager to be vibrating, it seemed.

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The stench that emerged from Nurlia’s anus was definitely formed by corn dogs dipped in barbecue sauce with carrot casserole, not a mixture you wanted to smell, especially coming out a rear as opposed to how they smelled as actual food.

Nurlia farted on him for three minutes, then Esther clapped her hands. “Gotta give the other girls a turn.”

“Dang, I’ve got so much fart left to release, though!”

“Don’t we all?” Esther asked. Nurlia stood up anyway and allowed Farrah, the adorable redhead, to take her place.

Farrah didn’t bounce with her ass, she rubbed it against his face very roughly as if scratching her posterior on sandpaper. This was a new kind of ownership tactic that Derek hadn’t expected. Of course, he belonged to Connie, and very likely Hannah based on their conversation, but he doubted they would allow the cheerleaders to keep him. But Farrah probably was just practicing for when she did have a fartsniffer that could never get away from her ass, which would constantly be rubbing on his face roughly, whoever the unlucky guy was.

Except…there was something endearing about her doing this, almost loving. He wondered if he could convince Connie to mimic this treatment on him. That would be pretty cool. Probably not with Hannah doing it as well, though.

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Her farts called to mind the Big Mac and an apple pie. Not the kind of food you’d expect a cheerleader to eat. Although, perhaps she could do that sometimes and she’d just get that out of her by doing the routines anyway.

She kept going for three minutes then it was Abby’s turn.

Abby stepped on either side of him then squatted down and shook her butt side to side, in that cute red skirt of hers.

“Hope I don’t blow your nostrils off with my noxious stink,” she said.

She leaned forward, preparing to launch her farts.

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Her farts smelled like Korean cheese dogs and rice with lots of salt and pepper. Derek was gagging to an extreme again, very revolted at some of the gas particles he had no choice but to inhale.

More of her farts smelled like strawberry-filled doughnuts. And in spite of how much her emissions hurt his throat, he was a bit sad when Abby rose and it was time for the next cheerleader to stink him up.

The cheerleader who approached the sled after Abby was Taiwanese. Her name was Colleen, her sweatshirt was bright yellow and her leggings neon orange, which clashed a ton with her red skirt.

She bonked his nose with her buttcheeks hard, busy rocking on it as though she wanted to grind it into powder.

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Colleen’s gas smelled of shrimp, buttery biscuits, and Goldfish crackers. The latter really tickled his nose in a horrible way. And considering her butt was still rocking on it, his nose was in quite the fix of discomfort.

Then it was Hilary’s turn, a cheerleader with platinum blonde tresses. Her sweatshirt was lavender and her leggings white.

She dropped on his face hard, then stood up again, stepping across his stomach with her sock-clad feet, having slipped them out of her sneakers, then toosing herself backward with her butt smashing into his face a second time, then she did the standing up and walking thing again, plus the butt-to-face smash a third time.

“Are you ever going to fart?” Abby asked.

“Of course,” Hilary said, shifting her cute bangs to the side. “That was just my preparation method.”

“You really don’t need to do all that just to pass gas.”

“I do, though,” Hilary insisted.

“Yeah, Abby,” Esther said. “You had your own domination technique, let Hilary have hers.”

Abby growled but she pulled out her phone to get away from the other girls’ stares.

Hilary’s ass rumbled.

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Hilary’s gas was like an egg croissant and crispy bacon, as well as chocolate truffles. It wasn’t pleasant to sniff but her farts were at least less disagreeable than those from some of the other girls.

A Latina named Belissa was the final girl, or rather the only cheerleader who hadn’t released farts in Derek’s face other than Esther, who was clearly determined to stink him up last. Probably part of her captain loyalty, the way the captain of a sinking ship should be the last one who leaves.

Belissa reached forward to snap her fingers, wagging her ass just a few inches from Derek’s face. She seemed to be doing in an extreme mocking sort of way, as if saying he was barely worthy to sniff her farts and was so lucky she didn’t just walk away and seek out a dude who actually had the merits to take in her nasty-smelling gas.

She wasn’t in the same gorgeous league as Hannah, but she definitely was appealing enough to look at. Her sweatshirt was light blue, her cobalt leggings had skulls on them. Probably a Dia de los Muertos thing.

She dropped on his face and was way more frenetic when bouncing with her ass. It was like she had downed a whole barrel of caffeine. Derek was actually curious what her farts tasted like.

He didn’t have long to find out.

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Oh it smelled so bad. Like rotten banana peels and cement mix. His tongue was in severe torment. This was a moment where he wished Connie would’ve kept him to herself so he’d only have to take in her farts. He was also sure that getting to smell the gas from so many butts the first day he received gas from a girl’s posterior intended for him alone was quite a hassle. He would’ve advised Connie and Hannah use him for a week, just them two, before getting the entire cheerleading squad to squirt out the sulfur for his nostrils to suffer from. Not that Connie would’ve taken that advice, but honestly he couldn’t have known until experiencing it. Receiving something kinky from seven cheerleaders would be most guys’ dream come true. Even if it meant taking their farts for half an hour.

“Okay, you’ve all had a go, it’s my turn now,” Esther said.

Belissa got off Derek without any complaint. Then Esther stepped up on Derek’s chest, lifted her skirt, and swirled her butt while allowing the boy on the sled a good view of her panties. Then she dropped her skirt and plopped down. It felt like he had been smacked in with metal. He wondered how she did that. He doubted she had like a Nintendo Switch in her panties or something. Especially since he could kind of feel the softness of her butt through the crimson skirt and the cloth of her panties. Maybe he was just weakened from so much gas-inhaling. Plus Belissa was quite a rough one, to be the girl after her, of course the fartsniffer would feel really odd when an impact came.

“I think a tiny fart is good to start,” Esther said.

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It smelled like lemons and fried chicken. But also a chilly breeze blew through at that moment and Derek had to sniff Esther’s gas hard because it still broached his face even though Esther’s skirt was covering it. In some ways it was interesting that the cheerleaders could wear what they had on when frigid breezes like that swirled through, but they weren’t running away in recoil, so either their desire to keep farting on him was too great, or it really didn’t bother them. He wondered what they’d do if a full-on snowstorm blew through. Probably go to where he and Connie lived and stink Derek up some more…

“Now that you’ve had a whiff, I can really go to town,” Esther declared.

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Derek’s nose and throat were in severe pain and he also was developing a migraine. And yet, there was something cuddly about having Ester sit on his face, the girl Connie had pushed him to ask out the hardest, like with othe girls she seemed to be teasing, “Why don’t you ask Erin from art club out? She might get paint on your cheeks if she touches your face, but it’d still be something, and you might actually have a shot.” But with Esther she seemed determined that that was who he belonged with, although the answer she gave earlier that she shipped him with Esther perhaps explained why.

The hot blonde cheerleader kept farting on him for five minutes, he smelled banana pudding and beefaroni among her gas, and it was awful to smell, but still, he was mesmerized by the fact that her butt was on his face. None of the other cheerleaders got that effect from him. Esther was a major crush for him even without Connie’s fantasies. And it didn’t hurt that both his sister whose Onlyfans he stalked and the cheerleading captain had blonde tresses.

“Hey, we didn’t get five minutes on him apiece, just three,” Abby griped.

“Relax,” Esther said. “You’re all going to get another round on him.”

“Well, I’m going first this time,” Abby said. “I seriously can’t hold my farts in any longer.”

“Well, go ahead then,” Esther said.

Abby was back wagging her ass in Derek’s line of vision and tossing herself back on his face to really steamroll his nose again.

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Somehow her emissions were worse this go-round than previous.

“Cheerleaders enjoying themselves?” Hannah asked, having returned with a fair amount of Taco Bell food. She passed Connie a chalupa, and Belissa and Farrah trotted over. “Seems like you’ve got a lot of food there. Any chance you’ll share some with us?”

“Of course,” Hannah said. “Although that could mean I’ll have to go for yet another food run soon.”

“Some of the rest of us can go,” Hilary said. “At least after we’ve had our round two of farting on the boy.”

Hilary didn’t even know Derek’s name. That’s how eager she was to fart onhis face again. She didn’t have to know his name, just that he was a boy who had no choice but to take the stink of the girls present. Which was a wonder to her.

Munching on her chalupa, Connie came to the conclusion that she should invite another group of chicas to come, so she texted her friend Kelsey on the basketball team.

Hannah, Belissa, and Farrah were busy chomping down on Taco Bell, while the other cheerleaders took their second rounds farting on Derek. Connie was happy to see that Kelsey was on board and she seemed certain that the other girls on the basketball team would be eager to add to the foul-smelling vapors of this area if there was a fartsniffer to inhale them.

When Hilary and Farrah were ready to go collect more fast food, the basketball girls showed up, although they were bundled for winter and not for the court. Still, like the cheerleaders, they wanted some semblance of their uniforms, so they had put on their jerseys over their coats.

“I wish we could’ve done this indoors so we could actually look like athletes and not snowballs,” grumbled Bailey, a very pretty girl on the team.

“What are they doing here?” Abby asked.

“I invited them,” Connie said. “It’s my brother we’re all farting on, after all.”

“But we can’t share him with that many more girls!” Abby looked ready to punch someone.

“‘Course you can,” Connie said. “Plus, you’ve already had two rounds on him. Let some other butts do their work.”

“I’m going to go get some doughnuts to fuel my farts then,” Abby said, clearly still displeased. She didn’t want to be upstaged by one of the teams she already had to cheer for, where most of the focus was on those members dribbling, surrounding a member of the opposing team who had the ball, shooting for a three-pointer, or leaping up and aiming for a slam dunk.

“I’m sitting down on him now,” said Bailey, whose number was 31 and whose jacket was orange beneath the navy jersey.. She plopped on Derek’s face and the gas burst from her ass immediately.

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It was grosstacular tot he max, enchilada and key lime pie farts searing his throat. Bailey was kind of cute, though, although would’ve been cuter withoutthe puffy jacket. But no help for that, they were outside in winter after all. Though at least it wasn’t snowing right now. That would’ve forced them inside.

Part of Derek did hope that it would snow though. He was getting overloaded with having to sniff and imbibe all these girls’ emissions. It could be too much for a guy. But being up and close and personal with a multitude of cute girls butts, well that was the positive of this whole situation.

Bailey got off and Kelsey took her place, Kelsey was blonde and had an apple green coat beneath her navy jersey. She shook her butt over Derek’s face while she was in a squatting position, looking back over her shoulder to watch him. Gosh, she was cute. He somehow doubted that Kelsey’s farts could be that bad.

She dropped down, it felt like a backpack full of books had just plummeted onto his nose. Heavy textbooks. Quite the whammy, that was.

Kelsey couldn’t stop giggling as she prepared to burst out farts. She seemed to have the idea of someone sniffing her foul gas hilarious. It wasn’t like the giggling Connie and Hannah had been doing earlier, where they were so giddy and happy to have Derek serving them. This was the kind of mirth that thought farts themselves were funny, and how badly a nose could suffer from them.

Derek could already tell that even if he still had a chance with Esther (unlikely as it might seem), he certainly couldn’t be in a position to ask Kelsey out ever, because she’d always think of him as the lame guy who had no choice but to inhale her stink as if it were oxygen he needed in order to remain air. Basically supplanting the need for fresh air with what her butt could offer. It didn’t even matter at this point if the odor level of her gas was far less putrid than the other girls. She was going to have some of the best time releasing out of any of them. And that was terrifying even before her anus gifted him with the noxious stink he couldn’t brace himself for.

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Kelsey’s farts weren’t quite as foul as some for sure, like Farrah’s and Esther’s, or Connie’s and Hannah’s. But her giggling fit made Derek quite uncomfortable, like she had already ceased to consider him as a person, and now had gotten to think of him as a breathing, gagging fart cushion.

Which was why it was a surprise when she stood up and dropped on her knees before letting the next girl take a seat, and said, “Perhaps later I can force you to kiss my butt.”

Derek wouldn’t mind smooching Kelsey’s posterior, or at least that’s what he felt. But he wasn’t keen on sniffing her farts again…

The next basketball-playing chick was black and pear-shaped. Her name was Ishnora, and the jersey number she had was 6. Her puffy marshmallow jacket beneath it was puke yellow. She bounced on his face with her butt as though her were a ride at the theme park and if she kept her butt still, the ride would cease being fun.

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Her farts smelled like puke, which wasn’t surprising considering she thought the color of her jacket was just fine. But it did make Derek quite disgusted, not to mention that she kept releasing for five minutes straight, and he had to inhale and gag on it all.

Denise was next. Cinnamon-skin, carnation pink sweatshirt, the only basketball player without a jacket beneath her jersey. Her number was 117.

She actually stepped up on Derek’s face and scraped her shoes on it.

“Dang it, Denise, why you gotta scuff him?” asked another girl on the basketball team, Shelly.

“This is how I let a fartsniffer know he’s about to really feel the burn of having to sniff gas, because it’s my turn to release.”

“Don’t worry, I have a towel to wipe his face off with,” Kelsey said.

“Good because I don’t want to sit on a face with dirt from Denise’s shoe tracks on it.”

“I mean, it’s not like you’ll be sitting barebutted, Shelly,” Bailey said.

“I was considering it,” Shelly muttered, arms folded.

“But your butt would freeze!” Nurlia from the cheerleaders exclaimed.

Shelly shrugged. “Worth it if I’m the first of y’all to have my bare ass touch his face and bounce there.”

“Hey no, Connie and I get to sit with our exposed posteriors on him first, as he belongs to us,” Hannah said, from where she was still sitting with Taco Bell grabs.

Shelly trotted over. Her auburn ponytail swung as she marched, seeming ready to harangue Hannah. But when she was in front of her and Farrah and Colleen, she said, “Got any spare tacos?”

Hannah passed one to her and Shelly started biting into it with glee, letting shredded lettuce fall into the snow as she carried it back to join the other girls on the basketball team.

Denise plopped down but she curled her legs on Derek’s neck so she was sitting Indian-style, or as much as was possible with a face under her butt. She had set her shoes against his ears when she extricated her feet from them.

Her stomach gurgled.

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Her farts were horrendous, Derek was coughing hard, it was like a squirrel was squirming around in his throat. Wrestling a racoon. And throw a rattlesnake in there because why not. Really painful.

She was off him after four minutes then Kelsey was on his chest rubbing his face hard with a towel, after which Shelly wagged her ass and slowly brought it down as she leaned forward…

When she sat though, she started smakcking his face with her butt, bludgeoning his nose, making his cheeks feel as if they might spill a river of bloody at any moment. His lips felt bruised too. She might’ve had a good time with her bare ass in the chilly weather, if she could do all this. But even if that were the case, she held back, but Derek was certain that would be brought up again if these girls kept on stinking up all the air around him. And as Esther and Hilary came back with a bucket of chicken from KFC and Whoppers and spicy chicken sandwiches from various places, as well as Chipotle and mozzarella sticks and pretzel twists from Sonic, and the basketball girls who had already farted on Derek joined the cheerleaders plus Connie who wanted food, it didn’t seem like he’d be free anytime soon, not to mention that all the cheerleaders wer epromised a second round…

Shelly took the moment when everyone was distracted by the grub, including the other basketball players who hadn’t released yet, to lift her butt a little and pull her pants and panties down. She couldn’t wear basketball shorts over her jeans like the jersey, or it might’ve ripped. Now her bare ass wagged at Derek. Then she shivered. “Brr, that’s cold. But sooooooooo worth it.”

She sat on Derek’s face and farts rippled out.

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This time, Derek wasn’t just delivered stink from an anus. Shelly’s butt gifted him a stream of fart juice, splashes of which shot up his nostrils, making him extremely uncomfortable. He kinda already was, having lied on his back on a wooden sled for well over an hour straight at this point.

Shelly shivered a lot too, but she kept on farting on him, it felt so cold that her buttcheeks could be encased in ice if she kept them exposed, but it wasn’t actually that frosty. Still low temperatures, and posteriors weren’t typically free of clothes tohave the elements affect them that much anyway.

“Um, Shelly, why is your butt showing?” asked one of the reamining basketball girls, Leslie.

“Because it’s more fun this way,” Shelly responded.

Leslie scowled. “Sure, if you want your ass to turn into a popsicle.”

“Say, that’s an idea,” Shelly said, snapping her fingers. “We should take turns farting on popsicles and have him eat them.”

“File it with Connie for an event we can do tomorrow,” said Kelsey, having returned to them with a hot dog from James Coney Island and a pretzel twist.

“What’s happening tomorrow?” Leslie asked.

“Some big event. Connie wants us to more with doling out the gas. Today’s just the warm-up.”

“I’ll go speak with Connie, I think I’ve given him enough fart juice,” Shelly said, wagging her butt as she got to a standing osition.

“Given him enough wha–oh wow, Shelly, nice butt!” Kelsey had just caught sight of it, she hadn’t expected Shelly to actually lower her pants, and was in such a food daze until Shelly stood up that that had escaped her attention.

“What?” Hannah called, from the towel on the snow that had crumbled Taco Bell wrappers on it, and for which room had been made for mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and macaroni and cheese. “Really, Connie and I were supposed to treat him to barebutt antics first! How dare you beat us to it!”

“Relax,” Connie said, in an effort to soothe her friend. “Shelly’s cute and her butt probably feels like she stuck it in a freezer. We’ll do barebutt stuff on him indoors.”

“I think a cheerleader should’ve treated him to that before a basketball player did,” Farrah remarked.

“Definitely,” Colleen said, munching on a burrito from Chipotle.

“But basketball players rarely get to have fun with boys,” Bailey argued. “Cheerleaders get plenty of that.”

The basketball players and cheerleaders started bickering, until Kelsey and Esther both whistled.

“Girls, we’re all here to have a good time. And Connie had a great idea for what we’ll do tomorrow,” Esther said, when all eyes were on her and Kelsey, the latter of whom had returned to where the other girls were eating. Only Esther and Kelsey were standing besides Leslie, Shelly, and one more basketball player who was waiting to stink Derek’s face up. The other girls were on towels or blankets, include a checkered picnic one which seemed a little out of place lain across snow.

“And that is?” Nurlia asked, eyebrows raised.

“Tomorrow, we will all sit butt to butt and release as stinky farts as we possibly can. Well, two to two, I think. Right Connie?”

“Yes, two to two,” Connie said, nodding. “You’ll be sitting on his face and whoever releases the strongest, smelliest fart in that matchup moves onto the next round.”

“Doesn’t that sound like fun, everyone?” Kelsey asked.

“I think it does,” Farrah said, twirling some of her red hair into a braid.

“I’m down for that,” Ishnora said.

The other girls murmured their agreement.

“Good,” Esther said. “Now, no more fighting. Otherwise we might call it off.”

The girls went back to eating, and Shelly came over to the towel Connie and Hilary were on to discuss her popsicle idea.

Leslie, who had blond pigtails, stood on Derek’s chest and started pulling her pants down, revealing her butt as Shelly had. Her number was 25. But she shivered so violently that she pulled it back up again.

“Well, that’s not going to work for me,” Leslie said. She turned to smile down at Derek. “But never fear, my stink is still immense, even if there’s cloth blocking some of it.”

Derek gulped. This girl was very sure of herself, and the puissant stench of her farts. It could just be psych-talk to kmake him think that, but it would likely be effective either way.

She whirled about and smacked her butt into his face with immense impact. Leslie was another girl who could be said to be extremely cute if she didn’t have on a puffy jacket with a jersey that clashed with it over that. Forherhe wished they were indoors. Sure, he was concerned about the level of her stench, which he would discover soon. But…of the basketball players she was one of the most appealing. Well, Shelly wasn’t bad, in fact it was cute that she had adorable ideas to add to this fetish like the popsicle one, he kinda liked her. But also he was being flooded by female attention, which he definitely wasn’t used to. So maybe at this point he would be crazy about any of them. Well, not all of them, plus, he needed to keep his focus on Connie, fromt he sounds of she would keep him as a fartsniffer long-term, sharing him with Hannah, but the other girls he wouldn’t receive stink from all the time. Though considering Connie already had plans for the next day, who knew how long they’d be gassing him up?

Leslie’s farts emerged relentlessly.

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Her gas was quite obnoxious and also a fair amount of it smelled like sharts, and not just regular farts. He’d definitely rather kiss Kelsey’s butt than Leslie’s at this moment. Although if she washed it and wasn’t farting, he’d be happy smooching her ass. Not that he was sure Leslie would let him. Kelsey did seem bent on him puckering his lips to press them against hers. He wondered when that would take place. Or if Connie and Hannah would have him locked away before then. At least Shelly had gotten her bare ass on him. That was cute. In spite of the fart juice.

“I’d love to fart on you some more,” Leslie said, having bounced to his chest. “But I’m so hungry and all those other girls have food. Still, you haven’t smelled the last of what my butt has to offer!”

She swept up just as Abby the cheerleader approached.

“What are you doing back here?” asked the final basketball player, who was a bit thicker than Ishnora, but Caucasian, with long brown hair. “I have to fart on him first.”

“I know,” Abby said. “I’m here to make sure he doesn’t escape when you’re done farting and get over there to eat.”

“Why would I want to go over there to eat? Because of how much I weigh?”

“No, I didn’t mean that,” Abby said, hastily. “But come on, you’re going to want more fart fuel, right?”

“I suppose,” Samantha said. She plopped down on Derek’s face. It hurt when she did this, like his whole head was rattling. “Maybe you could bring me some, though.”

“Oh no,” Hilary said, coming over. “There is no passing food over here. You want to eat, you have to go over there.”

“Why, because your cheerleader butt is waiting to pump out more farts?”

“Of course it is,” Hilary said. “That’s what we’re all here for. To stink that boy up. And if you are going to attempt to monopolize him, I’ll speak to the other girls and we’ll get you gone.”

“My teammates won’t be fond of that,” Samantha said. She rocked on Derek’s face, side to side.

“Yeah well tomorrow you’ll probably have to try to outfart a cheerleader, and we’re pretty good at releasing gas, if I can vouch for the rest of my squad. Isn’t that right, Abby?” Hilary asked, elbowing her.

“Yeah,” Abby said, but she looked disappointed that she hadn’t gotten to fetch food for Samantha. She kind of had a crush on her. A secret one, though, was scared of Samantha rejecting her.

“Oh well, my butt is something you’ve really got to reckon with,” Samantha said, thumping her buttcheeks.

“Because of how big it is?” Hilary asked.

For a second, Abby thought Samantha would go ballistic. But instead she laughed. “Well, yeah, the bigger a butt is, the more it can store noxious gas. It’s like how a small pantry can only hold so much food, but a large one can hold a ton.”

“You’ll still only be given the same amount of time to stink him up as us for the first round, though,” Hilary warned.

“How about the second round?” Samantha asked.

“I’m not sure,” Hilary said, turning her gaze to the girls on the picnic blankets and towels. “I think we’re about to have a free-for-all.”

“Okay, well, I can go gorge on some fast food while you girls release more gas on him,” Samantha said. She spoke so smoothly with Hilary, had a sort of crush on her, which Abby didn’t suspect. Had she, probably would’ve hurt her, but upon further reflection she would’ve considered it super cute for them to have an open relationship where Samantha was permitted to date both of them. But if she only dated Hilary, that would drive Abby crazy, and make her heart sink so low in her chest.

Samantha bounced on Derek’s face. “Time to let it out!”

She leaned forward.

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“Whoa, whoa, what is that thundeorus racket?” Farrah asked, clamping her hands over her ears. She wasn’t the only one either. A fair number of cheerleadrs and basketball players needed to shield their ear.s

As for Derek, he wasn’t so lucky, couldn’t raise his arms to get his ears protected, though his nariz was suffering way more.

Hilary had her palm over her nose and her opposite palm over that one. But she wasn’t moving away, even though she could have. And it wasn’t just for patrol reasons, to keep Derek from escaping, Abby could’ve done that on her own. Hilary got the vibes that Samantha liked her without actually knowing for sure, and she didn’t want to run away from the stench she was releasing to ruin those prospects. The concept of dating a girl who was also currently in relationship with a girl who was okay with that was foreign to Hilary but she might’ve accepted it if Samantha wanted that. Plus, she liked Abby as a person, as a friend. If it had been a girl she didn’t know at all, she’d definitely reject that. But none of this had come to light yet, still all the players needed to keep their spots now so as to not possibley hinder this whole scenario comign to pass.

Derek would’ve found it hot to know he was being given butt attention by some lesbians. Probably nto farted on esecially loud, extremely stinky ones like Samantha was currently bombarding him with.

She kept gassing him up, for six minutes, bouncing like mad, hurting the ars of many of the other girls trying to enjoy their grub and chatter. Finally though, she got up, wagging her mega-fat ass, then stepped away. “Want to join me in chowing down, Hilary?” she asked, extending her arm.

“Um, sure,” Hilary said. “But I’m not sure how much more I can eat.” She linked arms with Samantha and they moved toward a picnic basket with some Popeye’s victuals on it.

Abby wanted to join them but her duty was to keep Derek in place. She could’ve called some other girls over, maybe, but she was also eager to fart again.

She stood on his chest and swiveled her ass in all kinds of directions while Derek watched. Then she let herself fall backward onto his face, and shifted until his nose was shoved in her buttcrack or rather the line of it as she still had her red skirt on, and he also felt her leggings through the thin skirt, both clamped on his nose, but regardless he was trapped and her stink would really harm his nose, and there was nothing he could do to evade it. This was basically the closest thing to showing her bare buttcheeks and also prevented her from feeling the chills in her gluteal regions.

“Here it comes, boy, and I’ve got lots and lots for you.”

Being a lesbian didn’t prevent Abby from enjoying having a male fartsniffer. Especially one she felt sure wasn’t exactly keen on this.

Her ass rumbled.

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Derek’s nostrils were bombarded by fried chicken farts as well as rice ones and chocolate pudding and sweet potato fries….

She kept stinking him up, making his nose feel icky, not allowing it to be free from the skirt and buttcheek cocoon it was in. His nostrils flared, eh felt like vomiting, had to swallow his bile, he was reminded of Ishnora’s releases, and that was one thing he was thankful for, that the basketball player with puke-smelling farts wasn’t currently releasing on him. He would’ve preferred Connie squish his nose between her covered up asscheeks, his sister doing that would be hot, but she wasn’t wearing a skirt and with jeans it wouldn’t go as well…

Abby kept on squirting out farts like there was no tomorrow.

“Whoa, Abby, you’ve been stinking him up for twelve minutes!” Nurlia said, coming over with Bailey. “Let us have a turn.”

“Yeah, Abby, you should go for a fast-food run with me,” Farrah said.

“We need more?” Abby asked, blinking at the redhead.

“Yeah, we’re going to be out here for at least three more hours, and we’re run out of food.”

“Fine, I’ll go,” Abby grumbled, rising to her feet. She looked over at Samantha, surreptitiously, who was playing with Hilary’s hair, the front strands. Abby was immensely jealous, but at least she could bring grub that her crush needed. Hilary wasn’t being asked to do that.

Farrah and Abby wnet off and Connie declared, “Okay, for round two have as much fun as you all want farting on Derek! Don’t hold back, either.”

Hannah wasn’t pleased with having to permit so many other girls to sit on Derek and unleash the toxic-smelling odors their anuses had to offer the air. Connie went over to her and whispered in her ear, “Soon it’ll be just us two. Well, and maybe one more.”

“One more?” Hannah asked. “What do you mean?”

Connie squeezed Hannah’s fingers. “I’m going to ask Derek whose butt he likes best at the end and convince that girl to fart on him some more.”

“What if he says yours or mine?” Hannah asked.

“I doubt he will,” Connie said. “But if so, I’ll ask Farrah to join us. Just for the rest of this afternoon following the three hours and the evening.”

“Farrah farting on him with us would be cool,” Hannah said. “But I’m not keen on a few of these basketball players.”

“Kelsey’s super cute, though, right?”

“Yeah,” Hannah said, watching Kelsey and Nurlia both sit on Derek’s face and commence farting.

The next three hours were indeed some of the most frustrating of Derek’s life. All the girls had second, third, fourth, and even fifth rounds farting on him, some of them did so two at a time, occasionally a third sat on his neck, Abby and Farrah returned with sandwiches from Arby’s, McDonald’s, Subway (they had gotten all the girls’ usuals by text), shrimp and chicken from Long John Silver’s, pasta from Olive Garden and Noodle and Co., some other Sonic items not gotten the previous trip, such as grilled cheese sandwiches and burgers, and some mango habanero and honey chipotle boneless wings from It’s Just Wings, chicken tenders from Tender Shack, macaroni and cheese from various places, some Little Ceasar’s, four different pies from Cheesecake Factory, and some avocado toast from Dunkin Donuts, not to mention some glazed and filled doughnuts.

They gorged and farted and giggled and butt-bounced on Derek’s face, and all the cheerleaders and basketball players were having the best of times.

Finally though, the girls had to disperse, leaving only Connie and Hannah with the boy on the sled.

They sat side by side on his chest, gazing down at him, waiting for him to cease gagging. When he finally could speak again, Connie asked, “Did you enjoy that, dear bro?”

“It was rough sometimes, especially with the girl whose farts smelled like vomit,” Derek said, shivering.

“Which one was that?” Connie asked.

“The black girl on the basketball team.”

“Oh, Ishnora. So I suppose she wasn’t your favorite to sniff the farts of, then?”

“No way,” Derek said. “Absolutely not.”

“Who was, then?” his sister asked.

“Uh, I might have to get back to you on that.”

“You have until we drag you back to the house. If you don’t have an answer, I’m getting Farrah to come fart on you with us. Or Abby.”

“No, not Abby,” Derek said, shaking his head.

“Why not? She’s adroable, isn’t she?”

“Somewhat, but her farts are noxious.”

“Okay, well, think about it, we’re dragging you to the house now.”

The girls tied Derek down the sled and started dragging it along. Hannah needed to fart but Connie told her to hold it in till they reached the house. “You’ll be much happier that you did once we’re there.”

“I suppose,” Hannnah grumbled, but she held it in and kept helping Connie bring the sled toward herhouse.

They opened the garage door and brought Derek in then untied him and took him into the house, still tied up, then set him on the sofa and Hannah plopped on his face, shedding her jacket.

“Oh, I can finally FART again, and now there won’t be fourteen other girls vying to sit on this loser.”

“Trust me, it’s much more satisfying this way,” Connie said. “Plus, as it’s the first day we’re making his nose suffer, you needed to know what’d it’d be like to have something hindering you. And it’d suck so much to run out of fart fuel the first day you do this.”

“Makes sense,” Hannah said, bouncing on Derek’s face. “But I hope that one day we’ll be at the point where we can fart on him all day, never running out of gas, him always gagging on it and his tongue rolling in it…”

“I think we can get there together,” Connie said, stroking Hannah’s arm.

Hannah smiled but then immediately grimaced. “Oh no, this fart is going to be horrendous!”

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Fried chicken and coleslaw farts sailed down Derek’s throat, making him feel icky. But as they werne’t outside and Hannah’s gaskept emerging, it conglomerated around Derek, swooping down his nostrils and getting his gag reflex far more active than he’dhave liked. Hannah’s bouncing onhis face didn’t make this any easier.

After about ten minutes, Connie giggled and said, “Come on, it’s my turn, Derek must miss his sister’s butt.”

“Any guy who has been facesat on by you would miss your posterior,” Hannah said, rising. Connie took her seat., her own coat having been shed. She had changed into a red tank top. Cute cute cute, but a boy should not be thinking that about his sister. And yet, his sister was doing kinky things with him, and he had been on her Onlyfans. Perhaps there were some exceptions, and this was one of them.

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Her farts smelled like beefy tacos, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and chicken tenders. She kept releasing and her farts mingled with Hannah’s recent emissions, really making Derek’s nose burn with the malodorous stench. Gas kept on emerging and emerging from his sister’s butt to make him feel sick to his stomach, but still there was something extremely kinky about Connie specifically do this to him.

“Now let’s go have some strawberry ice cream in bowls and when Derek’s gagging has subsided, we can ask him that question I mentioned earlier,” Connie said, rising suddenly and leading Hannah toward the kitchen.

Derek wondered what this question was that his sister had just mentioned, but he couldn’t worry about that now as he was gulping down putrid gas, eons of it that had concentrated around him, his lungs burned, his nose felt like it would never have peace again, which was likely the case, as Connie and Hannah were making him their permanent fartsniffer.

The girls ate their strawberry ice cream at the dining room table, Connie with butterscotch ice cream on hers, and Hannah squirted out huge dollops of chocolate syrup.

They guzzled root beer to wash it down with “like a makeshift root beer float,” Connie said, literally pouring some of her root beer in the bowl of ice cream.

The fog that had clogged up his mind from having sniffed so many girls’ constant farts had dissipated a little and Derek recalled the question they had asked after the cheerleaders and girls’ basketball team left. He wouldn’t mind sniffing Farrah’s farts, she was a gorgeous redhead. But also his nose would be in severe pain from all three girls gassing him up, and although it was going to happen regardless of who he chose, the emissions from Farrah’s anus certainly wouldn’t make his life any easier.

Ishmora was already crossed off of course. Samantha’s would burst his eardrums. Not to mention the smell of them was atrocious, and her butt was so heavy on him and she was sure to bounce and make him feel like the most beat-up fart cushion to ever have existed. Not that these girls had used actual throw pillows for their farts before, they seemed like they required a fartsniffer to take it, and had been saving all their gas till they had found one for weeks on end, maybe even months…

Leslie would probably shart a lot. More than Derek could take, at least. Though she was cute. Kelsey and HIlary both appealed to him in their own ways. Nurlia definitely did not, nor did Abby, her gas would make him ill. Bailey had released horrible hardboiled egg farts in the third round. Shelly would be nice to serve again.

But still there was only one answer to that question, so when Connie and Hannah came back in and Derek’s sister said, “So, what girl did you like having to sniff the farts from the most?” the only way to respond was “Esther.”

“Should’ve known,” Connie said, smirking. “But sad that you didn’t let me just bring in Farrah. I figured you’d want to be worthy to get to serve a redhead longer than just a few rounds.”

She got her phone out and texted Esther to come over while Hannah kicked her jeans off and sat on Derek’s face with only her panties covering her buttcheeks.

“Really for a fart onslaught?” she asked Derek. She stepped up on the sofa and on his chest, then wagged her ass and dropped down, making Derek feel as if head been smacking in the head with a tennis racket and a bowling ball.

“My buttcheeks are so soft, aren’t they?” Hannah asked, bouncing on him.

And then she started unleashing a constant fart stream that didn’t let p until Esther pulled into their driveway in her car.

Connie let her in.

“I’m really going to get to fart on him as much as I want tonight?” Esther asked, taking her coat off, she had changed out of her cheerleader uniform with sweatshirt and leggings beneath, although she still had on the leggings.

“Yes,” Connie said. “And as much as you want going forward. But obviously we have the big event with all the girls from today taking place tomorrow.”

“Excellent,” Esther said. She took Hannah’s place on Derek, giving him a few butt-bounces, before launching into a series of foul-smelling farts, some of them fueled by Veromont macaroni and cheese.

Connie ordered a couple of pizzas apiece for each of them and she took her turn farting on Derek when Esther admitted her ass could use a break.

When the pizza arrived, the girls dug in. After a slice each from her pizza pies, Esther said, “Say, shouldn’t we feed him?”

Connie chewed and swallowed the bite of pizza she had just taken. “Yeah. We should feed him something farted on. I’m willing to let him have a slice from my pepperoni and mushroom pizza so long as we stink it up.”

“Sounds good to me,” Hannah said.

“I’m game also,” said Esther.

So they got a slice from that box out on a paper plate and Hannah pulled her panties all the way down to her knees, giddy. “Farting on food he’s going to have to eat is super exciting!” she said.

With her bare butt, she plopped on the pizza slice, the plate having been set on the side table that the lamp usually sat on, but now Hannah peered down at Derek who had no choice but to look up at her leering face.

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It reeked so badly, reminescent of corn dogs from Sonic and orange sherbet.

“My fart juice is going to be so disgusting to taste,” Hannah said, happily.

She hopped onto the sofa from the side table, her butt slamming into Derek’s face, and she pummelled him there, exerting her ownership of him, giggling, then running toward thearmchair she had been sitting in before and resuming her munching of pizza.

Connie set her butt on his neck and slowly lowered her jeans and panties so he could feel the softness of her asscheek, it was the cutest thing he had ever felt, even better than kissing a girl. She rubbed her buttcheek into his neck, making him feel so good, way better than a brother should feel about his sister. She kept rubbing for a minute and a half then stood up and sat down on the pizza slice as Hannah had done before. Connie’s long blonde hair really could use some fingers running through it. If she would let him do that and his arms hadn’t been strapped to his sides by these ropes.

“Stink must come out,” Connie said, cutely. She was what made this whole day and the foul gas he had to sniff a little more bearable. Of course there were a few girls’ butts he also wouldn’t mind serving, besides these three, in fact he would’ve swaped Hannah out for Farrah if he had the choice, add Shelly and Kelsey to that and he’d be in some sort of paradise. Maybe even Abby.

Connie groaned as she got ready to squirt farts out. She leaned forward, some of her beautiful tresses dangling over Derek’s eye. He watched her with eagerness but did his best to hide it, the worst thing would be for his sister to suspect he enjoyed the gas from her specifically, and to decide to find another fartsniffer for herself and to punish him even further and add to the heartbreak she might turn him over to Samantha and Ishmora to sniff their farts. What a nightmare that would be. He shuddered at the vision of that which crept into his mind. What would make it even more traumatic was those two likely had an affinity for barebutted action, sure they hadn’t done it in the cold weather, only Shelly had ventured to do that, but in the warmth of a house, which has heaters if things got really bad with the weather, they’d have no fear of their butts freezing and Derek would suffer a ton for it.

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Connie’s fart swooped around with relentless force, but mostly coated the pizza slice with fart droplets, a pepperoni really splashed with it. Her butt germs were rubbed into the crust a bit, but Esther had yet to sprinkle her own fart juice on it.

Esther was wearing a blue shirt, she lowered her pink leggings and pale yellow panties to reveal her bare ass when Connie got up to take her seat in another chair as before. The cheerleader sat on the pizza, saying, “Whoa, it’s steaming! How do you girls sit on hot pizza without squealing?”

“It’s not that hot,” Hannah said, shrugging.

“Eh, whatever, I’ll just stink it up with my butt hovering over it but not actually touching it.”

“Will probably splash it more that way,” Connie remarked. “Plus, you already got butt germs on it.”

“I suppose I have,” Esther said, beaming. “Well, time to fart, then.”

She hovered her ass over the pizza as stated, and her stomach gurgled.

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Her gas was quite malodorous here, reactivating Derek’s gag reflex to an intense level, while Esther chortled. “That’s much better, my butt feels so good now!” She stepped up on the sofa arm, walked onto Derek’s face, her cute bare feet resting from his forehead where her heels settled, down to her toes, which slid milimeter by millimeter till they curled backwards to tap his lips. He was lip-pressed against a hot cheerleader’s toenails. What a fascinating position to be in!

Esther hopped to his chest and wagged her bare posterior so he had towatch, her leggings fully kicked off. This was definitely not something Derek expected to happen today when he agreed to go sledding with his sister this morning.

Esther leapt down and went to take her seat in a wooden chair pulled from the dining room table, pulling one of her ham, pineapple, onion and bell peppers pizza slices to her mouth so she could munch on it with the show about to take place before them, Connie feeding her brother farted-on pizza from three gorgeous girls.

“Bite down on the yummy, fart-juice splattered pizza, bro!” Connie cooed, holding it out for Derek to sink his teeth into.

He took a bite at the triangle portion section, and gosh it was rancid! Like putting his tongue to an ashtray. He wondered which girl had made it like that, or if it was a combination of all three.

He chewed and swallowed that section, quite disgusted, before openinghis mouth to take in more.

“You should fold it and force his teeth to get to worth,” Hannah suggested.

“Yeah, good idea,” Connie said. She folded the pizza so the toppings and cheese went toward one another and the crust would be touching Derek’s tongue and the roof of his mouth, sort of like a taco, although an entire taco fitting in his mouth could be crazy, a pizza slice though, well, it went in.

His tongue was spared from the horrors of the fart juice because the bottom crust didn’t have any of that. He did have to chew though, because the pizza slice was taking up a lot of room. And soon he did get down to the fart juice drenched toppings, the pepperonis and mushrooms. It tasted really bad, the worst food Derek had ever eaten. He also had never had three pairs of female eyes on him watching with intense interest as he was eating, eager to see how grossed out he would be. Which was high. He kept eating though because he wanted to have the ability to breathe again, something that was difficult while his throat was clogged up with pizza.

It didn’t get any better, chewing the slice and swallowing it, the pizza still tasted nasty, all the way down it, Derek wasn’t sure there could be much that tasted worse, though having three girls find him chomping on that foul-tasting pizza to be entertainment was…quite a sensation. Plus, he basically belonged to them now. And at least one of them was his cute sister with the amazing pics on Onlyfans. Without her, even with all the more appealing girls from today to be farted on, Derek would be fighting this situation hard. Not that struggling against these ropes would do him any good. But even if the other girls had chosen to do this on their own, divorced from Connie’s spark and suggestions, and his sister hadn’t been a part of this from the beginning, he’d be quite frustrated right now, unless she had been convinced to join them.

The fact that she was the girl in whose mind the seed for this germinated made it even more appealing for him to serve them. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be completely fine with it, their farts were atrocious sometimes, although at least Connie’s and Esther’s emissions weren’t as bad as some of the girls. Hannah’s also didn’t make him sick to think about the way Ishmora’s, Samantha’s, Nurlia’s, and Leslie’s did, but Hannah was still up there with nasty gas. Still, there was something hot about being slave to not only his sister, but her best friend as well. A slave of intimacy, not just a makeshift flesh robot forced to do her chores and stuff, clean Hannah’s room. In fact, if Derek could guess, Hannah was probably going to be spending so much time here, it’d be like she moved in. Esther probably not as much, who knew at this point, but Connie had allowed him to select the best girl he wanted to have facesit and fart on him from cheerleaders and basketball players, both groups of whose activities will have them out of the house quite a bit. If she’d have chosen artsy girls, one more into painting, well, that could be done at home while farting on him. But perhaps that was Connie’s plan. She and Hannah would stink him up the most, and the third girl, in this case, Esther, would do it whenever she wanted also, however due to having to be at games and cheerleading practice, weekdays would be busy for her. But if her delight in doing this was any indicator, she’d definitely be over a ton.

He finished the slice, continuing to gag.

“Let’s feed him one more slice,” Esther said. “Don’t want him to starve.”

“Sounds good,” Connie said, reaching for the pizza box with another of her pepperoni and mushroom.

“No, let’s feed him one of mine,” Hannah said. “Anchovies, sausage, and olives.”

Derek didn’t like the taste of anchovies but as it was going to be covered in butt germs and fart juice, he supposed that didn’t matter. And he didn’t want to arouse these girl’s ire by voicing a displeased opinion.

Hannah set it on the paper plate, lered down at Derek, then commenced farting up her pizza, then Connie and Esther did likewise. This time, Esther sat on it directly and farted extremely, and when she stepped on his face like previous she rubbed her feet there, scraped her toes across his lips, then leapt onto his chest and swiveled her ass.

This time, Hannah fed him the pizza, giggling as she folded it and squished it into his mouth. It tasted far worse than the slice from the pizza with toppings his sister had chosen. Anchovies were even worse drenched in fart juice. Who would’ve thought. He ate it slowly while the girls had the best of time watching him. “He’s really not having a good time!” Hannah said, gleefully.

Finally he got it all eaten and swallowed though, and the girls kept on munching on their own pizza, then stored what remained in the refrigerator for later.

“Now let’s watch a movie and take turns farting on Derek,” Connie said.

“Sounds excellent to me,” Hannah said. “I get dibs on farting on him first.”

The other girls agreed and Hannah’s golden ass was on Derek’s face as the movie they found on a streaming service started, one about a bunch of girls who trap a boy and force them to obey him. Connie heated up some popcorn as if the pizza they just had hadn’t been enough. Of course it hadn’t though, they needed tons and tons of fart fuel.

Hannah farted on him extremely, barking at him to sniff and smacking the side of his face with her foot when he didn’t, she was sitting Indian-style facing the TV, then when it was Esther’s turn, she lounged on him as she stunk up his world, then Connie had fun bouncing her butt on his face, and Derek soon learned that being farted on by three girls for two hours wasn’t really that much easier than being farted on by sixteen girls for three hours straight.

But after the movie ended they carried on the party by heating up some chocolate chip cookies in the oven made from prepacakged cookie dough and started a TV show to have something else to occupy their minds while they farted on their helpless fartsniffer.

It went on for a few episodes of the show, then they had an hour of fartfun on him without the TV on, with Esther suggesting they play a video game while they gas him up the next evening, if the other girls were down for that, and Hannah and Connie both found that idea cute.

Finally though, they yawned and stretched and drifted up the stairs to sleep in Connie’s bed, but Hannah woke up several times in the night and went downstairs to shake Derek awake and force him to sniff her gas in his very tired state…

The next morning, he woke up to the smell of pancakes. It was such an odd, delicious smell after all the awful odors he was forced to scarf down the day before that it was almost shocking, as though his nose hadn’t been spared from icky smells in weeks even though just two days prior he had nothing to worry about in regards to being treated as a fartsniffer.

Esther came in, wearing a mint-colored shirt and pale yellow panties. “Hey, you’re awake! I bet you want to sniff some nasty farts, don’t ya?” She tickled his chin in a very cute way.

Esther had her hair in French braids today, quite adorable. He knew she had been the perfect girl to add on as a third dominatrix to make him serve her along with Connie and Hannah.

She twirled around and set her butt on his face, swung her legs up, and started leaking out a foul gas stream.

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At least her panties provided a barrier, so it wasn’t like fart juice squirted up his nostrils the way it had in the night with Hannah’s bare butt. And at least she didn’t shart the way Leslie would have. That was on his mind because he had a dream that Leslie asked Connie if she could drop Derek off at the park and she relentlessly sharted in his open mouth constantly…it was quite the nightmare. Would’ve been nice for Hannah to interrupt that instead of the other dream he had earlier in which he and Farrah had been enrolled in a magic school and were in class chanting and then the professor said they had to kiss in order to bring the spell to fruition and their lips got closer and closer…although Shelly was also in there and as they were about to kiss, Shelly presented her bare butt and started farting and farting…

But lovely Shelly gassing him up in a dream while he was kissing an amazing redheaded cheerleader was quite nice, and anyway sniffing Shelly’s gas would be a lot better than Hannah’s.

Esther kept farting on him for ten minutes until Hannah came in the living room and said, “Pancakes and bacon are done.”

“Awesome!” Esther said, leaping up and going to load up a plate.

“We’ll have some for you as well,” Hannah said, grinning down at Derek. Her butt was still bare. She went back to the kitchen for her own food.

The three girls came in with loaded plates and put on some Ariana Grade music as they took turns rubbing their butts in Derek’s face and releasing low and sporadic fart streams, fueled by the buttery popcorn from the previous night.

“I really want to wipe my butt with a pancake and feed it to him,” Hannah remarked.

“Go ahead and do it then,” Connie said.

“I will,” Hannah said. She went back into the kitchen and came back with a pancake and a bottle of syrup.

“What did you bring that for?” Connie asked.

“Well, unless your brother likes plain pancakes, I figured it’d be good to have him lick in my buttcrack to get the taste of syrup.”

“That sounds cute,” Connie said, clapping her hands and taking her seat. She had been about to go back in the kitchen for a refill of orange juice, cut she couldn’t miss this show.

Hannah shoved her butt onto Derek’s neck then leaned forward and squirted the Aunt Jemina into her buttcrack, then brought her ass upward to sit on his face.

“Now go ahead and lick, loser! I know you don’t want to taste plain pancake with fart juice all over it. Gotta have the yummy syrup to send it down right.”

Derek wasn’t sure he wanted to stick his tongue in the buttcrack of this golden butt, sure it was kinky, yet her ass was certainly the stinkiest of these three girls, and it’d be worse than many of the other girls he’d have to smell the farts from today. Yet, Hannah was the one asking him to do this. And at least it wasn’t Samantha or Ishnora. And also, it seemed like Connie found this exciting, and pleasing his sister, as well as serving her, was the best part of this whole situation. So he stuck his tongue out and lapped the interior of her buttcrack, while she chortled.

“Oh, your tongue feels so slimy, loser! But keep licking, our mistress needs to feel like a goddess.”

Derek kept going, hearing Hannah’s laughter turn into a moan. He must be making her feel good, like amazing. That wasn’t something he could really say he had done for a girl before. Even his latest girlfriend, she had never moaned like that.

But while getting some of the syrup, the interior of her butt was fairly dirty. So it wasn’t as fun to do this as one might’ve thought. And yet, he did need to eat that pancake. Especially considering there’d be tongs of fartsniffing and doing that on an empty stomach would just make his day horrible.

“Okay, that’s good,” Hannah said. “Pancake time then.” She stood up and got in a squat position. Wagging her ass, she folded the pancake in half, then stuck it in her buttcrack and swirled it around, then plopped down.

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Derek’s gag reflex was put to intense work again. That pancake was going to taste so bad. But he had to eat it anyway.

“So glad I needed to fart,” Hannah said gleefully, bouncing on him. “Would’ve been such a shame if you didn’t get any of that on your breakfast. And oh, I’ve got to release somre more!”

She farted on him for five mroe minutes, making him feel really sick, then slid off and extricated the pancake from her butt. “All fart juice soaked and delicious, am I right?” she said, with a wink. “Now open wide for the best breakfast you’ve ever had.”

Derek opened his mouth, not very thrilled to have to eat the pancake. But once it was dropped in, he began chewing to Hannah’s amusement. His taste buds were in severe torment, it was nastiness unleashed, but he did have to have nourishment to get through having a multitude of butts sitting on him all day.

“Say, we should each fart on a pancake and feed it to him as well,” Connie said to Esther.

“I’d love to,” Esther said.

Connie went to bring in a plate with the pancakes she and Esther would stink up. “No syrup for you this time,” Connie said, wagging her finger at Derek. “I’m not ready to have my brother’s tongue in my ass. But no worries, we’ll reach that point. I know that’s the only place you want to send your tongue.”

Derek’s cheeks burned, Connie was right about that, but she was clearly taunting him. She and Esther took turns stinkign up pancakes, Connie sitting on his face barebutted like Hannah had been. Esther on the other hand, stepped up on the sofa arm then down on his face, rubbing her feet there, one at a time, then hopped onto his chest, wagging her butt, farting the heck out on the pancake tucked between her asscheeks. Her posterior was still tucked away in those pale yellow panties, but it still had the same effect.

After he ate the very nasty farted-on pancake she offered him, the girls kept on eating their own breakfast, then once they had their plates in the sink and the syrup and leftover pancakes and bacon put away, they treturned to the living room and stood three in a line butts all to Derek and started playing Dance Dance Attack, and occasionally the girl at his face area would sit down and fart, or if another one of them needed to, she would switch places with the girl who could conveniently do that.

After awhile they put the show back on from the previous night, continuing from where they left off, and kept on farting on him. Three three hours after breakfast, they started dragging him back towrard the garage and loaded him on the sled again, Connie opened the garage door, they were bundled up now, Esther put her cheerleading uniform over her other outfit including leggings she borrowed from Connie, the white-and-red top of her outfit covering the mint green T-shirt, with a sweatshirt between those two to keep her arms warm, then they pulled the Derek-loaded sled all the way back to the snowy hill, and waited for the cheerleaders and girls’ basketball team to show up.

Hannah and Connie took turns farting on Derek while they waited. At this time, it would be a relief to have other butts farting on him. Or at least that’s what he told himself. Although if he only had to serve his sister in that capacity, he felt that he would be one happy camper.

The basketball girls arrived first, Samantha with a box of hot dogs from James Coney Island that she was currently eating one of, Ishnora was munching on a croissant, Kelsey cute even with a puffy jacket beneath her jersey, Bailey playing with her dark hair, Shelly’s ponytail swinging, cinnamon-skinned Denise making a pose, and Leslie looking ready to shart.

Then the cheerleaders came, their uniforms over sweatshirts and leggings, just like the day before. Abby, with her mousy brown hair, tossing a tennis ball up and catching it as she walked, Farrah with her gorgeous crimson tresses, Hilary super cute, Asian Colleen, with a smirk on her face, she likely hadn’t known what to do with herself since last farting on Derek the previous afternoon and was so happy for a repeat experience, Nurlia the Native American who could probably pass for Leah Clearwater from Twilight, and Belissa the Hispanic who kicked piles of snow in her way.

“So we’re all here,” Samantha said, finishing her fourth chili dog since she appeared with her fellow basketball players. Shew anted to finish all the hogt dogs in the box before her fart-spewing services were required, though she kind to save one for Hilary, though at the same time didn’t want to put her on the spot and embarrass her in case no one else had food. No one had enough there to make it inconspicuous for her to pass her favorite cheerleader a hot dog, but it was around lunchtime so it was very possible that some girls would depart to bring back grub. “What’s the plan?”

“The plan is to randomize all your names and you’ll sit two by two on Derek’s face, release as stinky of farts as you can,” Connie said. “Then whoever the winner of each set is, will proceed to the next round.”

“Will it be cheerleaders versus basketball players in all the sets of the firs tround?” Bailey asked, hand raised.

“No, not necessarily,” Connie said. “You could be butt-combating with someone from your own team or squad.”

“What’s the incentive for doing this?” Ishnora asked.

“The incentive? To fart, duh,” said Leslie.

“And to prove you have really stinky gas,” Abby said. “Well, for those of us who do.”

“Yeah but, as great as that is, there still should be a prize,” Ishnora countered.

“There is a prize,” Connie said. “Whoever comes in first gets a $75 gift card to either Amazon or Shien, whichever they’d prefer.”

“Ooh, now we’re talking,” Colleen said, although she would’ve been happy to fart without a prize. Still she’d be humiliated if she didn’t make it past the first round.

“You fine with that Ishnora?” Kelsey asked.

“Yeah, captain, I suppose that will work.”

“Great,” Connie said, holding up her phone. “I’ll enter all your names int he Randomizer so we can begin.”

Esther set her chin on Connie’s shoulder to watch as she got the names of all the girls in and clicked a web which connected each of the names in pairs, some names in the cheerleader column strung together as for some in the basketball column. Then Connie hit a button which put the pairs in tables, and assigned numbers to them. Then called out, “Denise versus Colleen, you are the first combatants, please go sit on Derek’s face and get ready.”

Denise whistled. “I can take on a cheerleader easily.”

“In your dreams,” Colleen said. “My farts are extremely disgusting.”

“Yeah sure, maybe they are, but they can’t compete with mine,” Denise said.

The girls both sat on Derek’s face and looked over at Connie.

“Okay, turn so you’re sitting butt to butt. Then I’ll have the app up to measure the odors of your farts.”

“An app can do that?” Colleen asked.

“Apps can do just about anything at this point,” Esther said.

Connie nodded. “What she said. I’ve got to measure your body heat and put your name in though so it knows whose farts are being measured, otherwise our data will just be a guessing game.”

She set the phone against Colleen’s neck and a blue line appeared there and she typed in the cheerleader’s name, then set it against Denise’s neck and a purple line showed up, she typed in the basketball girl’s name, then propped the phone up with Leslie’s discarded shoe.

“Why’d you take your shoe off, anyway?” Connie asked.

“Sock protects my foot from the cold,” Leslie said, holding it up at waist level.

“Yeah, I’m not sure that’s quite the case,” Belissa said.

“Shows what you know. This is a fleecy sock. My foot isn’t freezing at all.”

“Fleece doesn’t protect from that.”

“It does when Noksam makes it.”

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” Belissa said, her arms crossed.

“Well, if you’re going to fight me on this, I hope that we have a butt-to-butt battle so I can eliminate you with my stink.”

“I’ll be the one eliminating you,” Belissa snarled. “I have nacho farts that will make your nose suffer so hard, you’ll feel like it’s been hit over with a baseball bat.”

“I think you should’ve used a basketball analogy to be accurate,” Denise argued.

“Ladies, please, it’s time to watch Denise and Colleen have their fart battle,” Kelsey said.

“Fine,” Belissa said, moving away so she wasn’t near Leslie.

“I don’t know what her problem with me is,” Leslie said to Kelsey.

“She probably wishes she could shart like you.”

Leslie beamed. “I am really good at that, aren’t I?”

“Say, before we begin this, shouldn’t someone go get food?” Abby asked.

“I say wait until we’ve done two rounds,” Connie said. “Then the girls who’ve already competed can go hit up some fast food restaurants. That way this competition won’t be held up if girls are missing whose turn it is.”

“Well, I’m hungry now,” Abby said, stamping her foot in the snow.

“You can have a hot dog from my box,” Samantha said. She had hoped to save it for Hilary, but putting her on the spot when the food gatherers would be leaving not too far off wouldn’t be right. But if Abby wanted the last hot dog that Samantha wasn’t keen on (she had three others still for herself), then she could have it.

“What’s it got on?” Abby asked.

“Pickles along the bun. Mustard on top. Also some slice onions.”

“I’ll take it,” Abby said.

Samantha passed it to her. Everyone else’s attention was on Denise and Colleen, who were starting to emit their foul vapors.

“I’ll start us off,” Denise said.

“You do that,” Colleen said, in a rather annoyed tone.

Denise’s stomach gurgled.

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Denise’s farts weren’t too potent here, they smelled of cream cheese bagels and sour lemons.

“I can top that easily,” Colleen said.

“Of course you can. The way to do these things is to start with small farts, then wallop your opponent with the real strong stench.”

“Whatever you say,” Colleen said, Her butt bumped against Denise’s. “Whether that was a bluff or how you think these should work or what, here’s a real fart.”

She groaned as she prepared to release.

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This stream did bother Derek’s nose, it smelled horrible, like strawberries that had been left out in mud all night, but he was pretty sure Colleen was holding back. He knew she could fart up a storm based on the previous day, and he doubted she’d just release these less-than-nostril exploding farts if she didn’t want to lure Denise into a false sense of security.

“That’s pretty weak,” Denise said. “Try this on for size.”

She bonked Colleen’s ass withher own and let loose another stream.

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Denise’s gas here really euprted in Derek’s nostrils, he was starting to get a headache, which he hoped would subside soon or at least before girls he actually wanted to sniff the stink of took their seat.

“My turn,” Colleen said.

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They went for a few more rounds before Connie called it and showed the girls her phone with the spike in stink levels. The blue line had higher spikes than the purple line on average.

“Ugh, beaten by a cheerleader.”

“Denise, I think you were treating this as an actual fart contest. You didn’t need to do that,” Connie said.

“But that’s how it made sense to me and I always wanted to enter one,” Denise said, hand on the knees of her jeans.

“If you started with a huge fart, you’d have had a better average across the board and there’s a higher chance to win.”

“Gosh, wish I’d had known that before this round,” Denise said, rising to her feet.

“Don’t worry, us basketball players will avenge you,” Bailey said, patting her back.

Colleen seemed relieved to get to go to the next round. So relieved she didn’t have any trash talk to throw Denise’s way for having won, even though Colleen wasn’t the type of person to not rub those she had defeated’s nose in it.

“Next up, Abby versus Hilary!” Connie called.

“Oh good, I get to go on the food run,” Abby said. She patted Samantha’s elbow. “Thanks for the hot dog, though.”

Samantha stared at where Abby’s hand had just been patting her for a few seconds then watched as the mousy-brown haired girl sashayed her way toward Derek. Would’ve been cuter if she hadn’t had winterwear beneath her crimson skirt and top with clashing sleeves but the effect was still cute.

“Dang, I wanted one of us athletes to avenge me,” Denise said.

“Excuse me?” Nurlia said. “Are you really arguing that cheerleading isn’t athletic?”

“Well, it’s not like people come to games for you, and you don’t have winners and losers.”

Abby lowered herself onto Derek’s face, Hilary was still standing, she had been about to do that but was now watching this argument unfold.

“We have competitions, so I think we do have winners and losers,” Nurlia argued.

“Yeah, with several teams. It’s never a one-on-one thing,” Bailey said, her hand on Denise’s shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter, you could think of it as being like all the games you have in one place and over a two-day time period.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t work,” Denise said.

“Girls, if you’re going to bicker, please do it by text,” Kelsey said. “The rest of us are trying to watch girls farts.”

“It’s two cheerleaders, who the heck cares?” Bailey said.

“They cheer our games,” Kelsey said. “Also, you can root for one of them without feeling obligated to support your teammate. I’m eager to see if Hilary will win. What about you, Samantha?”

The fattest girl there shrugged. “I kind of like both of them.”

Hilary and Abby both blushed, though neither of them noticed this as Hilary had finally lowered herself to a sitting position on Derek’s face and she was sitting butt-to-butt with Abby. Harly anyone noticed or suspected that these girls might have a crush on Samantha, except for Esther, who was considering how she might get them together, except she had a dilemma because both girls involved were cheerleaders and she didn’t want to choose between them. It did occur to her that in a similar way to how she, Connie, and Hannah owned Derek, that perhaps Samantha could date two girls at the same time, they could hsare her. But if they were not okay with that, it could wreck so many friendships. Perhaps she could suggest the concept to Abby and see how she reacted, but pretend it was for a friend from cheer camp the previous summer or something. Abby hadn’t gone to cheer camp. Hilary had, but Esther could just say that she hadn’t introduced that girl to Hilary, they had had different cabins after all, and were constantly busy, and some of the campers didn’t eat at the same time as others.

Denise, Bailey, and Nurlia had their phones out and were having a text war.

“Just because we’re on the same cheerleading squad doesn’t mean I’m going easy on you,” Hilary said.

“I’m going to fart so bad it’ll be as if I considered you to be a cheerleader on an opposing team at an away game,” Abby said.

“I bet you’d love to make the Frugal Valley Mosquitdolphins cheerleaders smell your farts.”

“YOu know it,” Abby said. The Mosquitdolphins were a competitive team in their district, whose mascot was an aquatic mammal that should’ve had a bottlenose, but instead had a mosquito’s probiscus and wings. It was rather grotesque. Their colors were gray and blue.

Connie set up her phone with a red line for Hilary and a yellow one for Abby. The phone ws propped against Lelsie’s shoe, just like before.

HIlary’s stomach gurgled.

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“Whoa, Hilary, your farts are loud today!” Colleen exclaimed.

“I ate some carrot casserole which reacted with the fast food from yesterday,” Hilary said.

Derek’s nose was in torment, still though, HIlary was one of the girls he found extremely cute to be farted on by, even if her gas rolling on his tongue and floating up his nostrils was excruciating.

“My turn,” Abby said, breezily.

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Abby’s gas added gasoline to the fire, Derek’s nostrils flared, his ribcage felt like it had been charboiled, he was gagging like mad.

“It would suck to be a Mosquitdolphins cheerleader, forced to smell that.”

“It wouldn’t be just for one cheerleader, but the whole squad.”

“I think the girls’ basketball team should stink up the Mosquitdolphins,” Bailey said.

“I think that should be kept to text,” said Kelsey.

“I’m just saying that we get our butts all sweaty on the court and all they do is form pyramids and wave pom-poms…”

“Oh no, that’s not how it is at all,” Colleen said.

“Remember to keep this to text, the rest of us are busy watching Abby and Hilary fart,” Esther said.

“Yeah, that’s probably not the only thing you’re watching them for,” Colleen said. Esther pinched her put not in a mean way. It was a way the cheerleaders had devised for how to deal with the other girls when they made off-color comments or stuff they probably shouldn’t have said as it would cause questions that shouldn’t be asked to be sprung to the surface. Esther used to have a crush on Hilary in bygone days but clearly her scheming to get her and Samantha together attested to the fact that she wasn’t living by that crush the way she sometimes seemed to in the past. Of course she still thought Hilary was gorgeous but her heart didn’t pang for her anymore.

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…went HIlary’s ass, sending out a new wave of stink, this one fueled by yogurt. Derek gulped it down, quite disgusted.

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…went Abby’s butt, swirling pockets of noxious chocolate pudding stink, as well as fried chicken and macaroni and cheese.

They kept on passing gas until Connie called it, and showed them their spikes. “Hilary wins.”

“I figured you might,” Abby said, as they turned ninety degrees to be facing forward but then looked at each other and shook hands. “Your farts ared monstrous.”

“Don’t tell me you were actually saving your even-worse spurts for the Mosquitdolphins cheerleaders,” Hilary said.

“I probably was,” Abby said.

“And you’re seriously not bummed about losing?”

“Of course not. You’re the prettiest girl on the squad! You deserve to beat me.”

“Some would say Esther’s prettiest,” Hilary said, as they rose.

“She’s definitely up there, but you’ve got the princess crown for that. Although Farrah is a contender as well, hmmm.”

“You two ready to go on a food run?” Hannah asked.

“I so am,” Abby said. Hilary mumbled assent.

“Colleen and Denise, you also have to go. As a pair.”

“Um, I’d rather not go with a cheerleader.”

“Too bad,” Hannah said, nose to nose with Denise. “None of the other basketball players have competed yet, and we’re all hungry. So you’re going.”

“Couldn’t we wait for one more round?” Denise asked.

“No! A few rounds will probably go by before you’re back as is. So you have to leave now.”

“Fine,” Denise said. “I suppose I can go with Colleen. She’s not awful. But if you sent me with her,” she said, pointing at Nurlia, “I’d choose to let everyone here starve over that.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t want to go on errands with you either,” Nurlia said haughtily.

“Wait, Abby, Hilary,” Esther called.

The two cheerleaders who were getting ready to start hitting up fast-food restaurants turned around.

“Yeah?” Abby asked.

“You two should take Samantha with you.”

“Um, Samantha hasn’t competed yet,” Connie said.

“Check when she’s up,” Esther said. “If she’s in a later group, she can go for a little while and Abby and Hilary can swing by with her if she’s needed and then continue on again.”

Connie scrolled down on her phone. Hilary and Colleen’s names had trophies next to them in their respective brackets.

“Yeah, she’s last, she’ll be up against Nurlia.”

“Great, I get to go up against the basketball player with the loudest farts.”

“You’ve got a problem with having to face our esteemed Samantha?” Ishmora asked, her palms curle dinto fists as if she was ready to punch Nurlia square in the jaw.

“Naw, just that it’s a bit unfair, pitting me agaisnther.”

“Then try your best and don’t make it sound like you’re suggesting something about her weight.”

“So what if I am?”

“Seriously, all arguments need to be text-only, you two are ruining out vibes,” Kelsey said.

Neither girl looked cahagrined but they pulled their phones out anyway.

“Do you want to come with us?” Abby asked Samantha.

“Of course,” the chubby basketball girl said. She didn’t say aloud that her favorite girls had already competed and sothere wasn’t anything for her to miss in the first round, but she certainly felt that.

Esther was super pleased with herself, watching them depart. She was so pleased in her matchmaking abilities that she missed Connie calling out her name for the next set.

“Esther versus Kelsey!”

Kelsey had to blow in her ear to catch her attention.

“Huh?”

“It’s us up in the butt-to-butt. You versus me.”

“Oh wow,” Esther said, blinking. “Captian versus captain.What are the odds?”

“Not incredibly high, I’d wager,” Kelsey said good-naturedly as they made their way over to sit on Derek’s face.

“It became increasingly more probable once only ten more girls were left to compete,” Leslie said.

“Shhh, don’t ruin our moment,” Kelsey said, finger to her lips. She and Esther took their seats and rubbed their butts together while Connie held her phone to their necks then set it against Lindsay’s shoe with a pink line for Esther and a blue one for Kelsey.

“Well, time to start,” Kelsey said.

“Yep, can’t wait to feel your butt release.”

“Come on, you two are our captains,” Bailey called. “Stop acting like you’re making some sort of kinky fart fetish tape.”

“Hum, that’s a great idea,” Kelsey said. “We should do that at some point. Perhaps without all these winter clothes.”

“Yeah, somewhere indoors,” Esther said, her butt still rubbing against Kelsey’s. “And we can make it a whole series, so when spring comes we can do it outside and you can have your uniform on and I’ll have my cheerleading outfit on without this sweatshirt and leggings.”

“I like that,” Kelsey said.

“Seriously, are you working together?” Bailey said. “It really makes no sense. We’re having a text war between cheerleaders and girl basketball players over here.”

“Which we don’t approve of,” Esther said.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, what if we don’t approve of you two making a fart fetish video together? Or series of videos.”

“We’ll monetize them and make money for our team or squad,” Kelsey said.

“Fine,” Bailey said. “We could use some funding that the school can’t provide.”

“Okay, is the discussion about this over yet?” Hannah asked, rubbing her palms. “I want to hear some butts releasing gas, not gabbing right now.”

“Yeah, my ass is about to blow,” Kelsey said.

“Let it loose,” Esther said, amicably.

Derek was in a sort of ecstasy, two of his favorite butts from both the cheerleaders and girls’ basketball team currently sitting on him. There were other butts he really liked, it would be exciting when Farrah’s round came up, but for now he was really enjoying having Kelsey and Esther sit on him and having their butts in constant motion rubbing up against one another.

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Oh it reeked, Derek’s nose tunnels felt like they were being attacked by a legion of tiny hornets, smelled like cinnamon rolls and Chipotle burritos. What a fun combination, except for the part where it hurt his nose to oblivion.

“Yay, that was a fun release, now it’s my turn,” Esther said.

Gosh she was an awesome mistress. Derek didn’t regret his choice at all, even knowing the gas her anus was about to spew would be quite irritating especially when it mingled with the emissions Kelsey had just waylaid him with. But gosh Esther was sexy. It was no wonder he’d had a crush on her for so long.

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It was a mixture of pancakes and spaghetti and rolled on Derek’s tongue making it feel as if it had gotten slapped with the contents of a cement truck. That wasn’t fun, but at least any doubts, mostly Bailey’s, that these would girls would take this seriously, should be abated. Except she wasn’t the one who had to smell these horrors, they were all for Derek. But either way the stink was immense.

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Kelsey’s ass released a second onslaught of nastiness, more cinnamon rolls but now with some spicy chicken sandwich odors and chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

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Esther’s second series of releases lambasted Derek’s nostrils with more foul pancake odors, as well as izza ones. These sailed down his throat as well. He felt kind of icky from all of this but hey, that was the price of serving so many farting girls’ butts. Thigns might be a little easier when he only had to sniff the gas from three asses most of the time.

Kelsey and Esther kept farting a few more rounds, then Connie called it to an end and went to scoop up her phone and revealed that Kelsey was the winner here.

“Great, a basketball girl in the mix, I’ll text Denise to let her know,” Bailey said.

“That was a ton of fun,” Esther said, wrapping her arm around Kelsey’s neck. “You have a great butt.”

“Thanks,” Kelsey said, patting Esther’s back. “Yours is amazing as well.”

They stood up and gazed down at Derek. “Wow, he’s really suffering!” Esther said, gleefully. She and Kelsey giggled as they went to stand with the other girls to wait for Connie to announce the next pair.

“Leslie versus Belissa!”

Oh no, the sharter. And the Hispanic cheerleader whose farts were no picnic to sniff. Figures he’d be sat on them after the goddesses that were Kelsey and Esther.

Connie set her phone against their necks, and got a green line for Leslie, and an orange line for Belissa. Then she propped it up against Leslie’s shoe like before.

“Your sock must have so much snow on it,” Belissa said.

“Yeah, so?”

“Aren’t you concerned that’ll interfere with your farting?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t need to worry, my gas is obnoxious and anyway the sock is on my feet, not my butt. If I had been dragging my panty-clad ass int he snow, than perhaps you would have a case.”

“Gosh, so snippy,” Belissa said. “Try to beat this, then.”

She applied pressure with her as son Derek’s face, leaning forward a little.

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It smelled like tacos and lasagna and was like dust exploding up Derek’s nostrils. Really nasty stuff. If Belissa wasn’t up against someone who was willing to shart in front of others, and she kept up her stink level this high, she’d perhaps have this round in the bag. But Leslie definitely was a formidable adversary. And there was no way she wouldn’t bring her A-game. Sure, if they hadn’t discussed this competition happening yesterday, and it had been sprung on everyone this morning. But Leslie had plenty of time to prepare. And she seemed very competitive. To lose the first round of a fart tournament, that would be extrememly embarrassing for her.

“Wow, your butt feels like a motor, humming against mine,” Leslie said.

“Uh, thanks?” Belissa said.

“Just thought I’d let you know efore my butt crushes you.”

“Show me then, unless you’re all talk.”

“Oh, I’m definitely not all talk,” Leslie said. “But your nose isn’t going to be a fan of this.”

“Just let it out already.”

“As you wish,” Leslie said. Her ass rumbled.

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As expected, she let out a full-blown shart. Her panties must be absolutely nasty at the moment. Belissa was gagging herself, though of course not as badly as Derek happened to be.

“Whoa, Belissa, you don’t look so good,”
Nurlia said.

“Neither would you if you were in a fart contest and your opponent just sharted,” Belissa exclaimed.

“It’s Leslie’s calling card,” Kelsey said. “And if her opponents can’t deal with it, that’s not her fault.”

“Yeah, Belissa, you’ve got to stick it out if you want a shot at going to the next round,” Esther called.

Belissa nodded. Then she leaned forward to a great degree and let out some more farts.

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Macaroni and cheese farts as well as churro ones shot up Derek’s nostrils, but the stench cooldn’t compete with Leslie’s filthy panties.

“Now for my response,” Leslie said.

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Belissa was in a worse state now. She tried to squeeze out more farts in retaliation, but then she leapt up as though scalded. “I can’t take it anymore~” she said, darting away from Leslie’s shart-soaked panties. She ducked behind Nurlia.

“You sure?” Connie asked.

Belissa stuck her head out from behind the Native American cheerleader and nodded. “I’m throwing in the towel.”

Based on the stink levels, as indicated by the app on Connie’s phone, Leslie would’ve won regardless, os it was good of Belissa to spare her nose from further torment.

Leslie squished her butt hard into Derek’s face for twenty more seconds before leaping up to see the trophy next to her name in the tournament bracket.

“Team number five!” Connie called. “Shelly versus Ishnora!”

“Of course, knew us basketball players would have two go up there for a round eventually,” Ishnora said.

“Yep, it was bound to happen sooner or later, and as we already know who’s competing in the final round, it only makes sense that this would happen now,” Shelly said. Her ponytail swayed back and forth as she sashayed over to drop on one side of Derek’s face, while Ishnora took her seat on the other half.

Ishnora was super impatient, not even wanting to wait for Connie to prop up her phone against Leslie’s shoe after getting their stink-measuring bars up.

Once Connie stepped away, Ishnora let loose.

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The black girl’s farts smelled like ramen noodles and chicken tenders, there was even a ranch sauce odor amongst it.

“Hum, strong, my teammate,” Shelly said. “But how will you deal with this?”

Her stomach gurgled.

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It stank of potato chips that had been dragged along the walls of a sewer, There also were burger odors and onion rings among it, really not a good combination emerging from an ass. But at least Shelly had her jeans and panties up this time. Although part of Derek missed her bare butt already. He wondered when he’d get to experience it again.

“Ooh, you’re in for serious competition, girl,” Ishona said. She bounced her butt on the half of Derek’s face that she was using as a seat.

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Now her farts smelled like beef stew and chocolate cupcakes here.Really unfun to have to inhale.

“Here’s my counter,” Shelly said, leaning forward.

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It was quite noxious, sailing down Derek’s throat with relentless force. He felt nearly as disgusted as with Leslie and her sharts, except that may’ve been the combined gas of these two girls, and Shelly was still a girl he liked being farted on by, perhaps not on the level of Farrah, Esther, or Kelsey, and definitely nowhere near in the same camp as Connie having butt on him, that was the best. But the stink Shelly released could combat that desire sometimes, to get to serve her.

When Connie called it, after a few more rounds of Ishnora and Shelly passing gas, she scooped up her phone, said, “Interesting.”

“What?” Ishnora asked.

“Well, it seems your gas was close in stench, but these two slight spikes from Shelly are higher than yours, so she’s the winner.”

“Wow, barely beaten, even though my posterior gave it its all,” Ishnora said.

“You did release some potent gas,” Shelly said, having stood up, stepped onto Derek’s chest, and almost crushed his ribs with a victory dance she did, not to mock Ishnora for losing as might’ve happened at a Fortnite competition, but to establish her dominance over Derek in another way that didn’t just involving her butt or farting. It was quite painful to his abdomen, but in some ways it made him like Shelly even more. She was definitely the kind of dominatrix many guys dreamt about.

She held our her hand for Ishnora to take.

“No worries,” the black girl said. “We’re both on the same team. And if I had to lose to someone I often see on the court, I’m glad it was you.”

“Aw, so sweet,” Shelly said. She and Ishnora went back to take their spaces.

“I feel like by process of elimination, we know who the next two competitors are,” Nurlia said.

“Um, yes, very likely, but I still want to say who it is,” Connie said. “Although, we have another thing to take care of here. We don’t want to slow down this tournament, so we need someone to contact Abby and Hilary so they bring Samantha back here. And if they don’t have enough food yet, those two can go back out and scavenge for some, but leave Samantha here along with the grub they already have.”

“I’m on it,” Esther and Kelsey both said at the same time, then they looked at each other and erupted into giggling fits, but still they tapped keys on their phones so Connie and Hannah weren’t worried that the task wasn’t getting done.

Farrah fluffed out her crimson skirt and made her way toward Derek, as did Bailey, who wasn’t exactly pleased with having to combat this particular cheerleader. Not that she didn’t think she’d win, honestly she felt that she could easily outfart the adorable ginger. But of all the cheerleaders, Farrah was the least intimidating, and Bailey kinda liked her, not quite ont he level of Abby and Hilary being into Samantha, but bordering on it.

Though she was super thankful for the chance to rub her butt against Farrah’s. Would’ve been better could she have done this without the barrier of clothes from their waists down, but with the chilly weather that wasn’t an option.

Derek felt that Bailey was more in the camp of Hannah. He’d take all the being sat on from her, and butt rubbing/bouncing, but when it came to having to sniff her farts, that’s where it went beyond what he would’ve agreed to. Of course, if licking Hannah’s ass and inhaling her farts so deep while having his face taped to her butt with heavy duct tape was the only way he could serve Connie, then he’d agree to it ina heartbeat. But barring that, he wasn’t a fan of having to be stunk up by his sister’s best friend. That said though, Hannah was cute, very much so. She’d have many guys at her feet for the chance to sniff her farts. Just considering how many butts he’d been sat on by yesterday and today, Hannah wasn’t in his top five, that was for sure. Which was what her waking him up several times in the night to pass gas on him made him so tetchy.

He would love to lick Bailey’s butt if given the opportunity. Even thoughher gas wasn’t going to be good going down…

“I’ll take the first shot,” Bailey said, leaning forward.

“Come on, this isn’t a basketball game, you don’t have to phrase it like that,” Nurlia countered.

“We can discuss it in text war when I’m done with this round.”

“Oh no, you know my round is after yours versus Samantha.”

“Ha, good luck with that. She’s really not fun to be on the bus with when she farts, can’t always open the window on the bus we usually ride. And being outside isn’t going to fix that problem, especially when you’re sitting butt-to-butt with her.”

Nurlia shuddered. “I kind of figured as much, her gas was sooooooo loud yesterday.”

“Glad to see they’re not ripping at each other’s throats anymore,” Esther whispered in Kelsey’s ear.

“Yep, but when Denise gets back, they’ll probably be at it again.”

Bailey let loose a fart stream.

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Bailey’s farts stank of pretzel twists that had been swirled around in an unflushed toilet, as well as a strawberry-cheese danish that had been left in the hollow bark of a tree with a hole large enough for a few skunks to climb in.

Farrah responded breezily with her own leaning forward and gas expulsion.

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Whoa, whoa! What a monstrous volume of odors, assaulting Derek’s nostrils with jalapeno horrors. He hadn’t expected a mega-gorgeous cheerleader to have that in her. But she apparently did.

“Hum, that’s a surprise,” Bailey said. “Still, my farts are quite the nose-pinchers to deal with.”

“I prepared well for this,” Farrah said. “Scarfing down tons of jalapeno poppers. And for whatever reason, when I eat those, the stench of my gas increases a thousandfold.”

“Well, I’m not losing this!” Bailey declared, going with her second bout.

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Bailey’s farts here were a level above her previous. Derek’s nose and tongue were in severe torment, it was quite a lot to ask of him to experience butt after butt of constant gas, and now two posteriors doing that at once. It was quite obnoxious, but this is what one would be subjected to as a fartsniffer, and at least Connie owned him, that’s what made all this worth it, not that he could fight if she weren’t willing to force him to inhale her gas. But either way, he was so glad she was a part of it and even that she was the reason all the cheerleaders and girls’ basketball team had come to do this to him.

“That will be tough to beat,” Farrah said, demurely. She leant forward.

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Farrah’s farts were so bad now. There was an eggy, burrito smell among it to go along with the overpowering jalapeno and cheese odor. It was very possible it was using Bailey’s releases to reek even more, and to make Derek’s nostrils and tongue really suffer, more than they ever had before.

The girls kept exchanging releases, and Bailey started to get sweaty. She wasn’t entirely surprised when Connie awarded the trophy to Farrah, though. Bailey shed a tear but she wasn’t really that sad. She shook Farrah’s hand, kind of wanting to kiss it as though she were in the presence of some ginger princess.

“Well, if I had to lose to a cheerleader, at least it was you.” She was seconds away from pecking Farrah on the cheek but decided against it. She didn’t want to scare her.

“As Samantha isn’t here yet, I am taking it upon my sisterly duties to fart on Derek until she does show,” Connie announced.

She went over to plop on her brother’s face and rub her posterior hard into it, then unleashed a gas stream.

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She was relentless with her butt rubbing and her stinky anus’ emissions. Her jeans were scratchy against Derek’s chin and nose. Her gas kept coming out for ten minutes straight, and while Derek found it hot hot hot to be subjected to her whims, even her malodorous ones, it still was quite an ordeal to experience this especially shortly after Farrah’s jalapeno farts had assaulted his throat and taste buds.

“Hey, there’s Abby coming back,” Shelly said.

The girls all turned to look and saw Abby, Hilary, and Samantha loaded down with fast food. Bags from Popeye’s, Arby’s, Jack in the Box, and Subway were being carried amongst the three girls, as well as bucket of Church’s chicken. There was no Colleen or Denise in sight though, but that was understandable, as they had gone on a different route from Abby, Hilary, and Samantha.

“Sorry we’re a bit later than you probably expected,” Ab by said, setting down several bags in the snow, while Nurlia and Belissa started unfuling pincic blankets. “We were waiting in line for some food and Samantha decided we should hit up Jollibee’s.”

“You’ve got to have Jollibee’s,” Samantha said, shoving tater tots in her mouth.

“I wish I could eat already,” Nurlia said, once she got a checkered picnic blanket set up, with Bailey taking over her place helping Belissa. “But it’s time for our round.”

“Sweet,” Samantha said. “i”I’ve been saving my farts our whole trek, even though they’ve been giving my butt pains.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Nurlia said, as SAmantha thrust the remainder of her tater tots at Abby.

“Yeah, I did,” Samantha said. “I want to get as far in this tournament as I can.”

Derek didn’t like hearing that this chubby girl he was going to be forced to sniff the stink of had bwen saving her farts. Had she released any, there was the teensiest tiniest possibility she wouldn’t have as bad emissions as could happen. But that might just be wishful thinking. Either way he had no choice but to inhale the nightmarish sulfur about to be sent his nostrils’ and nose’s way.

Samantha felt like having a toy chest filled with all kinds of child’s ploaythings come down on his face. At least she only got half of it, with Nurlia on the opposite half, but neither of these butts were ones Derek wanted to be beneath.

That was definitely a change from when he was under two desired butts, Kelsey and Esther, or even closer to home, when Connie had been sitting on him just now, unaware of the erection he was having from how adorable she was, his amazing sister, and how much he loved belonging to her…

“Oh whoa, until sitting down didn’t recall how much I missed this, sitting on someone’s face,” Samantha said. “Anda about to fart.”

Nurlia wasn’t pleased to have to combat Samantha. She was sure she had lost already, she wanted to just get up now and avoid this disaster, but she also didn’t want Esther to be disappointed in her especially since she was one of the cheerleaders who was arguing with Denise the most over her “anti-atheletic” comments in regards to what cheerleaders do. Until it got too much for her, she had to try.

“I can’t hold it in, mind if I go first?” Samantha asked.

Nurlia wanted to say Yes, I do mind very very much, and why did the bleedin’ randomizer pair us anyway, now I’m already knocked out of the tournament. But instead she was amicable and said, “Sure, go ahead.” She would need to race for the fast food and shove some in her mouth quickly to get over the nastiness that was about to bombard it. And sure, the gas was for Derek, but still, Nurlia felt disgusted already and she had seen the faces of those competing earlier, some were really sour in reactant to the ickiness of the girl whose butt was pressed against theirs. And Nurlia already knew that Samanatha could emit some of the foulest gas. Even without having ever been trapped on a school bus with her without windows that could be rolled down…

Samantha’s stomach gurgled. Nurlia already had a face of revulsion, bracing herself for the horros about to lacerate her. Derek knew bracing would be futile, but he had had Samantha on his face the day before so knew how bad it could get.

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Nurlia raised her hands to shield her nose, what horrors were ashing it! But Derek was the one suffering the most. He felt Samantha’s gas sail down his throat and lodge there like a monkey barrel full of cheese cubes. It was cheese curd formed, as well as Cheetos, really nasty, not to mentioned that there were fried chicken farts there, in fact it was a congolermation of smells way more than other asses tend to spew, but the cheese curds and friend chicken definitely had the vast majority of those sulfur particles.

HIsnose also felt like he had stuck two hot peppers up there and squished them around then left them in there for a couple of hours.

Nurlia looked like she wanted to flee. But she needed to at least get some farts out, otherwise it would give the squad a bad name. Not that that mattered overall, she was going to lose this anyway and all the cheerleaders who made it to the second round had already competed. But still, she didn’t want them to tease her for having a weak nose and not even trying to spew out farts. And even if her fellow cheerleaders didn’t tease her, Denise certainly would when Ishnora told her about this.

So she leaned forward and let loose her own gas stream.

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Her farts didn’t even seem like they had the heart to emerge from her butt, and were just doing it because she was pleading with them to, so she could avoid embarrassment. Even Derek could tell that she was barely spewing out what she could manage. Having had to serve her the day before, he knew she wasn’t a pushover. She still couldn’t compete with Hannah of course, but her farts weren’t usually this lackluster. He wondered if kissing her butt could help, but she wouldn’t even feel it while this was going on and she had those thick jeans on.

“Seriously, that’s all you’ve got?” Samantha asked. “That’s some of the weakest farts ever released.”

“I know,” Nurlia said morosely.

“Well, I’m going to release some more and you better have a bigger counter than that,” Samantha said.

Nurlia didn’t respond, some silent tears were sparkling down her face.

Samantha leaned forward, applying pressure to the half of Derek’s face her mega-sized booty covered. HIs bones could be crushed by her 275-pounds easily.

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Nurlia shot up and darted for a picnic blanket, dropping on her knees and pulling out a carton of Long John Silver’s, biting into a fish fillet while everyone watched. Meanwhile, Derek had a headache, the smell was so bad that he wished he’d have been knocked unconscious, and he could barely focus on the fact that a cute cheerleader, albeit not one of his favorites, was in distress.

“I take it you’re out then?” Connie asked.

Nurlia swallowed the fish she was chewing. “Yeah, I just want to watch the rest of the tournament from this picnic blanket, thank you very much.”

She shoved hushpupies in her mouth, and Connie loped over to scoop up her phone and put a blue trophy next to Samantha’s name.

“Okay, bracketizing the winners so we can prepare for round two. But someone needs to text Colleen, get her back here.”

“And if not enough food is brought, girls not competing can go fetch more,” Hannah said.

“I’m texting Colleen,” said Esther.

“And I got Denise,” said Ishnora, putting down the beef sandwich from Arby’s she had eaten half of as well as shoving the tray of mozzarella sticks out of her lap so she wouldn’t tip it over.

Derek was relieved to have Samantha get off him, she wanted food too, though not for the same reason as Nurlia of course. Abby came over and said, “Mind if I sit on you? I may be out of the running, but I’m nto done farting on you, not by a long shot.”

She didn’t wait for Derek to respond, he currently couldn’t, because he was gagging on Samantha’s recent emissions. Abby didn’t really need to sit on him to keep him from running away today as he was tied up now, but he actually welcomed it. Even with her cute crimson skirt and leggings under it on, it felt so good to have her butt on his face.

She didn’t fart though, just sat there as if he were a chair who had to anticipate her gas, yearning for it, but not receiving any foul streams until his mistress was ready to let him sniff those vapors…

Connie was setting this up on her phone when she suddenly exclaimed, “Ugh, this tournament thing is going to get so hectic!”

“What’s wrong?” Hannah asked.

“Well, as we had seven rounds, that means seven winners, but we need an even number or we have to have more rounds, and I was planning to do Abby’s popsicle idea after this.”

“Just put a girl who hasn’t competed yet in,” Hannah said, looking at Connie’s screen.

“But that means you or me,” Connie said.

“I’ll compete, and then if I come out as the first place winner, just give the prize to whoever comes in second.” Hannah patted her elbow. “Then everything works out.”

Abby was delighted to hear they’d be doing her popsicle idea. She bounced with her butt on Derek’s face, making him feel a fart was coming. He kind of was eager for it to.

Connie and Hannah consulted with Esther and Kelsey while the other igrls gorged themselves on fast food.

“Okay girls, listen up,” Esther said. All heads turned toward her, some lowering backs and containers of food. “Since this tournament started with fourteen contestants and not sixteen, we have to accomodate by putting another girl in the ring, so we can even out the competitors.”

“Another girl?” Belissa asked. “Who didn’t even earn the right to get int he rounds?”

“Relax,” Kelsey said. “The new girl will not take the prize, she’s just here to fill in a space. Otherwise, there’ll be one random girl who goes to the semi-finals without an opponent, and that defeats the nature of this tournament.”

“So what happens if she wins?” Ishnora asked.

“I’ll give the prize to whoever is second,” Hannah said.

“You’re the one competing?” Leslie asked.

“Yeah, not like we can get another girl on short notice.”

“Well, if she’s not getting the gift card, it’s fine with me if she is in the brackets,” Shelly said.

The girls stared murmuring assent, though some didn’t actually seem on board, in the text war that was going on, Ishmona protested this, trying to pester Colleen and Denise into outrage for when they got there.

Connie was glad to see people were on board and so she entered Hannah’s name then randomized the brackets.

“Okay good,” she said. “Colleen’s not in the first bracket. If everyone is ready for us to go into round two…”

“My butt is ready,” Lesalie said, which was a very cute thing to say.

“Mine too,” Shelly said.

“Well, Leslie and Farrah are up first.”

“Ooh,” Leslie said, looking over at the readheaded cheerleader. “How exciting!”

Farrah wasn’t exactly eager to face off against Leslie in particular. But considering the other girls who made it through, the only others she’d really have been pleased with facing were fellow cheerleaders or Kelsey or Shelly. She did have a secret fart crush on Hannah, though. But sitting butt to butt with her would make that weird.

Whatever, Leslie would do. Farrah wasn’t sure exactly how into this competition she ws. Getting past the first round was great, she had eaten the jalapeno poppers with the hope of effecting that. But if she was knocked out now, that would be fine. Plus, departing from this delicious food wasn’t fun, she had barely gotten any so far, just a few tater tots from Sonic. Perhaps Colleen and Denise would bring better food though. That was something to get excited about.

She and Leslie took their seats. If Leslie had to choose a favorite cheerleader, it would be either Farrah or Colleen. Her teammates had wanted her to gang up on Colleen via text, but she wasn’t going to do that, though she’d voluntarily slam her finger in a door before telling Ishnora and Denise the main reason why, but a secondary reason was she did feel that cheerleading was athletic, even though it wasn’t quite treated in the same way as basketball or soccer.

“You want to go first?” Leslie asked.

“Um, I prefer going second,” Farrah said.

“Sounds good to me,” Leslie said, leaning forward, preparing to shart most likely. Which Derek attempted to brace himself for.

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“Ewww, Leslie, I can smell that from here,” Denise said, setting a bucket of KFC and bags from McDonald’s, Tender Shack, Burger Den, Whatburger, Wild Peckers, and Bonfire Wings down on a green checkered picnic blanket.

“Well, I am supposed to release the best stink possible,” Leslie said.

“Yeah, but why does my nose have to suffer? It’s not like you’re currently sitting butt to butt with me.”

“Oh, when I get done with this round I’ll smush my butt against yours are fart like mad. How will you feel about that?”

“Displeased,” the cinnamon-skinned basketball player joked. “And if you do that, I’m not letting you eat any of the food I brought.”

“You do that and you’ll regret it,” Leslie said. “You know that some of those are my favorite restaurants.”

Colleen set her bags of Chick Fil A, Taco Bell, Panda Express, Taiwanese food, Carribean food, Indian food, It’s Just Wings, Noodles and Company, and Nashville Hot Chicken Shack down on a yellow picnic blanket nearby. Belissa and Kelsey swarmed in for some boneless wings (Belissa took a couple of Santa Fe ones) and a chicken sandwich respectively, though Kelsey was planning to tackle some gnocchi or spaghetti, whatever pasta was in the Noodles and Co. bag.

Now it was Farrah’s turn to fart. Her nose was not feeling this sitting butt-to-butt with someone willing to shart in a gas-emitting tournament. But whatever, if she was going to go down, she’d do it fighting.

She leaned forward.

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Her jalapeno cheddar popper farts swamped Derek’s face and made him feel like boils were developing there. It was kind of interesting on a scientific level, that one of his favorite butts present could torment him this much, but still he had toroot for her, which of course meant if she got thorughhe’d be smelling more of these emissions, though this round wasn’t done yet either so his nose would receive more of it presently.

“Now me again,” Leslie said.

Her ass rumbled.

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Her sharts weren’t getting any easier to withstand, Farrah coughed in disgust, Derek’s tongue felt ickified, Leslie’s releases mingled with Farrah’s jalapeno popper emissions and made everything inside his nose, mouth, and throat feel horrible.

Farrah unleashed a second onslaught of jalapeno popper farts, causing Derek to feel even worse, he was developing a headache. Leslie gave another bout of sharts, and this went on for a few more minutes before Connie called it, went to scoop up her phone, and declared Leslie to be the one with the stinkiest farts of the pair of them. “But not by a long shot,” Connie said encouragingl.

“That was really good,” Leslie said, thumping the redhead’s rump.

“Thanks,” Farrah said. “I’m just happy I got past the first round.” She didn’t make any comment about Leslie having slapped her butt after bouncing down to sit on Derek’s chest. She seemed fine with it, basically, but didn’t want to address it in case it made things weird.

They both stood up and moved toward picnic blankets, Leslie traipsing toward the green one with Denise on it as well as Shelly who was now munching on a chicken thigh, while Farrah plopped on the yellow picnic blanket and popped some fries into her mouth from Bonfire Wings, then a mango habanero coated piece of chicken.

“Up next, Samantha versus Hilary!”

Hilary dropped three-quarters of the onion ring she had just bit into down on her lap so it was now on her crimson skirt. “My turn again already?”

“Yep,” Connie said, nodding. “But if you want to eat for now, that’s fine, we can do a little bit of a break.”

“No, I’m ready now,” Hilary said, handing her unfinished onion ring to Abby. Who was mixed on how she felt about that but then decided to eat it. Having Hilary’s saliva on it was super cute. Standing up, Hilary said, “If Samantha wants to go now, that is.”

“Um, yeah,” Samantha said, taking her Whopper with her, deciding to eat it on the way to Derek. She was a bit miffed in having to face a girl she had a crush on in this tournament thing, but whatever, it was just part of the randomness of it. Still, she kinda wanted to throw the match, let Hilary win. But if she did that, she had to do it in a way no one would notice, least of all Hilary. But it was possible that cute cheerleader could defeat her without Samantha going easy on her at all. That was the best case scenario, honestly.

Samantha plopped down on half of Derek’s face, and Hilary took her own seat. They were a peculiar pairing. Like, Nurlia versus Samantha was odd enough in itself, but Hilary was one of the cuter cheerleaders. The idea of them dating would blow a ton of people’s minds, more so than any of the other basketball players in a relationship. And if Esther’s plan to get Samantha dating both Hilary and Abby at the same time went through, that would cause more mind explosions if it ever went public. Esther hoped she could get them on board. She didn’t want to have to choose between her squad members’ hearts. If someone wantedh er to share Farrah with them, she’d like to feel fine with that, although yes it could get sticky. If Kelsey was the one, well that would be super ideal. But yeah the chances of Farrah even liking her back were low, but Hilary and Abby were obviously both into Samantha.

If Hilary could still like Samantha after smelling her farts here, that is. That oculd be a danger of a tournament like this. But HIlary hadn’t run away when she stood near Samantha passing gas on Derek’s face the day before, so perhaps she would be fine.

Samantha’s stomach gurgled.

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Nurlia pulled out a clothespin from her jeans’ pocket, quickly clamping it oer her nose. Leslie’s shart-residue filled panties hadn’t bothered her too much, but Samantha’s gas was quite overopwering. Denise’s eyes were popping out, she couldn’t even enjoy her popcorn shrimp while this was going on.

Hilary wasn’t running away though, as Esther expected. Didn’t mean she was having the best time, but it was harder for the girls to see her face from this angle, Samantha’s was in full profile.

Hilary responded with her own gas, Abby cheering her on. Even liking Samantha, it wasn’t like they were dating yet, and so her loyalties went to Hilary, not to mention that supporting Samantha could make things weird with her closest friend amongst the cheerleaders, and Samantha herself might be weirded out.

Derek was eager for Hilary’s gas, hoping it would wash out Samantha’s monstrous blasts to some extent. It was a bit irrational to hope for such a thing, but still, it’d make his taste buds and nostrils feel better, should that happen.

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It smelled like cottage cheese and fish fillets drenched in ketchup but along with foul odors that could emerge form an ass. It did not help with having to sniff Samantha’s.

And when the fat girl released more, Derek’s throat started to burn so much it was like someone had lit a match in there.

Hilary bent to let loose her second volley of farts, determined to do her best.

“Go, go, HIlary, let your butt release the power of your gas, show the mighty strength of your ass!” Abby said, standing up, using a McDonadl’s and Arby’s bag as makeshift pom-poms. She even drew yellow pom-poms on them with chalk from Shelly’s purse.

“What is that, a chant for a Saturday morning cartoon?” Ishnora asked.

“If there was a Saturday morning cartoon about girls entering a fart championship, sure,” Abby said.

Hilary was very pleased by this and let her second stream of farts here out.

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HIlary’s farts coated Derek’s tongue with extreme stink, he gagged on it, really wishing his gag reflex could take a break, even from the prettiest girls emitting in his face…

Connie put down her quarter pounder and called, “Okay, this round is up!”

She jogged over to scoop up her phone and examined the bars, staring at it for a few seconds. “Well, it looks like Hilary won,” she said, showing both Hilary and Samantha.

“What? No way!” Ishnora said, running over to look at the graphs on Connie’s phone. She frowned. “Are you sure you put their names right?”

“Yes,” Connie said. “I typed it in right after scanning at their necks. If anything it would say Hilary’s name twice if I messed that up.”

“But there’s no way Samantha could lose to a cheerleader!”

“It’s fine, Ishnora,” said the chubby girl. “I’m not here for prizes. I’m just glad to have had the pleasure of farting in someone’s face.”

“Plus, you all will still get to fart on him as much as you want all day,” Connie said. She waved at the picnic blankets and towels where girls were having a blast eating and chatting. “Losing a round here isn’t the end of the world.”

Derek gulped. He had hoped there’d be an end to being farted on except by his three mistresses once this was over. To realize that sixteen girls were going have their way with him farting as much straight up his nose as they desired for horus and hours…

Samantha shook Hilary’s hand, and they departed, Hilary going to sit with Abby. Samantha kind of wanted to join them but some Chipotle was calling her name.

“Next up, Hannah versus Kelsey!”

“Right, our basketball coach is up against the girl who just got put in to fill a slot,” Ishnora grumbled.

“Really? No one told me this,” Denise said.

“Yeah, that’s what’s happening,” said Nurlia, picking up an onion slice off her skirt and popping it into her mouth. “But she’s not taking the prize if she wins.”

“Okay, but I don’t want Kelsey to lose to her.”

“Your captain better have extreme farts in her butt then, because Hannah is a formidable opponent.”

Hannah and Kelsey both sat on Derek’s face. Kelsey was a girl whose farts could be too tough to take, but at the same time Derek wanted to sniff hers, but Hannah’s he wasn’t fully on board with having to inhale. She was part of the package deal with getting to be his sister’s fartsniffer, though. If Kelsey had been part of a package deal with Esther, that would be perfect, he could smooch her bare ass, which he really wanted to do. It should happen anyway, but he wouldn’t be owned by Kelsey the way he was by Connie, Hannah, and Esther. He did reason he could’ve chosen her if this was that important to him, but at the same time he wouldn’t have traded with how Esther played with him this morning for anything, unless Connie hadn’t been a factor in this. But she was, so he could rest easy there.

Hannah got in a forty-five degree angle and let loose a fart stream.

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And here Derek’s nostrils suffered again, of course, just like he had when woken up multiple times in the night. Hannah was a fun mistress in terms of how she treated her fartsniffer, as if his very existence depended on her stinking him up. Many guys would commit crimes for this kind of wonderful treatment from such a hot girl. If there was a Rate My Fart Mistress site and Hannah stunk up enough people to have quite a few ratings on there at least, her rating would probably be very high. And for a dude who didn’t also have adorable Connie with the eagerness to bounce her butt on his face and release her own farts, Hannah would be top-notch.

As it stood though, Derek was only keen on her becausehe was sure that without her, Connie wouldn’t do this to him, she’d find someone else to sniff her farts and he’d be so jealous…best to not voice any of these opinions though for risk his mistress roster would change drastically.

Kelsey bent to fart.

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Like how quite a few of these pairs of girls’ emissions tormented Derek worse by building off each other, so the same happened here. But as nasty as Kelsey’s gas was, he could predict that Hannah was going to win easily. Sure, they still had some more rounds, unless Kelsey conceded, which didn’t seem in her nature. But it was unlikely Hannah’s releases would waver.

Stink from both girls’ anuses came out a ton for the next few minutes, before Connie came over and checked her phone. “Hannah wins!”

“Um, that’s two basketball players crushed one after the other,” Ishnora said.

“Hey, I won the first fart battle of the second round,” Leslie said.

“Yeah, well, you’re our only horse in this race.”

“Did you just call me a horse?” Leslie asked, nostrils flaring.

“Relax. It’s an expression.”

“Yeah well, my butt has plenty of expressions, if you’re willing to listen to them.” Leslie forked some spinach ravioli into her mouth so she couldn’t speak anymore and say something weird.

“Okay, everyone, last battle of this portion for the tournament, Shelly versus Colleen!”

Ah yes, girl who was willing to have her butt bare in frigid weather, versus the Asian cheerleader. Both exceptional. Perhaps not a pair that Derek would be first to pick to fart on him amongst the girls here, but definitely higher than a fair number of them.

Shelly sat on the right side of his face, Colleen on the left.

“I’ll go first, if you don’t mind,” Shelly said.

“Please do,” Colleen said, her ass bouncing.

Shelly leaned forward.

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Shelly’s gas smelled like banan cream pudding, egg croissants, and chicken nuggets. It made Derek feel quite nauseated, like he would puke. And yet, he was still fond of Shelly, especially since she had done the bare ass presentation to him before any of the other girls. Sure, now he had experienced it from Colleen and Hannah, but Shelly was the first girl to do it, and that was quite a wonder, especially since she did it when her butt could get frosty. If he got locked away and not all of these girls made enough of an impact on him and months and months pass, he was absolutely sure that he would recall Shelly, as she had made quite the impression.

Colleen huffed and prepared ot let out her own anus’ emissions.

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Colleen’s gas washed over Derek’s tongue, kind of tame, certainly compared to Shelly’s. Her gas did become stinkier as the girls kept releasing volleys from their digested food having passed their rectum, but Shelly’s kept getting more foul as well.

Connie scooped up her phone after their portion of the tournament ended. “Shelly’s the winner.”

“Whew! We do have a basketball player in this,” Ishnora said.

“Hey, we’ve been over this,” Leslie snarled, standing up, crossing her arms, and glaring at the black girl.

“You know what I mean,” Ishnora said. “We just saw two of our teammates lose hard, it’s about time someone else won.”

“I feel like that’s still targeting me,” Leslie said, sitting down again. “But whatever, I need to save my energy for the semi-finals.”

“Fine, I’m rooting for you or Shelly to win this tournament.”

“Sure you are,” Leslie said in a low oice, seething.

Colleen set up the randomizer for the four girls remaining, then the brackets were up.

“Semi-finals!” she called. “Up first, Shelly versus Leslie!”

“Uh,” Leslie said. “I’m in the middle of eating. Could we take a break for like, ten to fifteen minutes?”

“I could use a bit of a break myself, as I was just sitting on him,” Shelly said.

“Okay, sounds good, I had to keep running to my phone, hardly had a chance to enjoy some of this food myself,” Connie said.

So they ate for awhile but Abby brought some of her food to sit on Derek while she ate it. “You’ll be so lonely without a butt on your face, won’t you?”

Derek couldn’t answer as he was still gagging from Shelly and Colleen’s emissions. Abby just smiled and plopped down on him, holding her tray of nachos and bringing the chips to her lips while rubbed her ass against Derek’s nose.

After fifteen minutes, Connie stood up and called, “Okay, now it’s time for the semi-finals to begin.”

“I’m ready now,” Leslie said, rising to her feet.

Shelly continued eating her chalupa from Taco Bell on the way to the sled. Abby leapt up to get out of their way.

Both girls sat on Derek, Leslie still with shart residue in her panties, quite icky.

Ishnora declared that either could win and she’d be fine with it.

“Yeah, but there’s only one cheerleader in the semi-finals,” Colleen lamented.

“But Colleen, Hilary’s one of our best farters,” Abby said, having gone to sit with the Asian girl with some pasta and chicken sandwiches. “And you did your best against Shelly.”

“Hilary is pretty strong, if she can defeat Samantha in a fart contest.”

Ishnora was rapidly texting, indicating that she suspected Hilary might’ve cheated, which got Nurlia in a fury. Nurlia came over and tapped Colleen on the shoulder. “Check your phone,” she said, when Colleen looked up at her.

Colleen got on her phone and her face went red with fury, Nurlia sat next to her and they continued their text war with Ishnora and Denise, while Abby scooted off to join HIlary on a towel.

Leslie let loose some gas.

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As expected, she sharted some more, it was so bad that Derek felt like he had just stuck his head in an unflushed toilet. Seemed unlikely Shelly could compete with that.

The girl with auburn hair and a ponytail bent forward to release her own farts.

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Okay, it was pretty foul from her ass, chocolate and butterscotch pudding smells, along with Alaskan pollock and tartar sauce. He wanted to kiss Shelly’s butt, with no clothes barrier preventing his lips from touching her bare assflesh, soft and wonderful to smooch. He’d take all her nasty farts if he could do that.

Shelly and Leslie kept exchanging gaseous blows until Connie called it and ran over.

“Shelly has the stinkiest fart average.”

“What?” Leslie asked. “I thought I had the worst farts.”

Connie held up her phone. “The app doesn’t lie.”

“Well, that sucks,” Leslie said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll win this thing for our team,” Shelly said, flicking her elbow.

“Good for you,” Leslie said. “I really thought I had it though.”

She seemed a bit sad, but Shelly went to sit with her, even though Leslie was giving off signals of wanting to be alone. Kelsey joined them as well to give Leslie a pep talk if she needed it and was willing to hear it.

“Second and last match of the semi-finals, Hannah versus Hilary!” Connie called.

“You’re up,” Abby said to Hilary.

“I suppose I am,” Hilary said, standing up and brushing crumbs off her crimson skirt, then moving toward Derek, not exactly thrilled to be facing off against Hannah.

The Hispanic girl bounced with a spring in her step though, really enjoying the chance to stink up Derek through this tournament.

“I’ll let your release first,” Hannah said, graciously.

“Um, thanks,” Hilary said, leaning forward.

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It was pretty bad, but Hilary’s heart wasn’t in this, she seemed to only be eager to keep going as she was the last cheerleader and felt lucky to have gotten this far. But she’d have preferred to just be out there eating and laughing with Abby, watching the semi-finals rather than participating in them.

She did like stinking up Derek though, after all, that was what they were all here for mainly. And it was fun hanging out with the squad when away from a game or school. They had gone to a frozen yogurt place a few times, but never did any winter activities together. This was somewhat of a winter activity, farting on a boy while he was tied up lying horizontal on a sled with the backdrop of a snowy hill behind them.

“Get ready for my releases,” Hannah said, wiggling her butt.

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Hannah’s gas was horrendous as usual. And as Hilary’s went down to spurts, it was clear to everyone who had won this set.

“Hannah goes onto fianls,” Connie declared.

“Great, your friend who isn’t even supposed to be a part of this tournament is in the finals,” Ishnora said snidely.

“Like we discussed, if she wins, the runner-up gets the gift card,” Connie said.

“Well, at least that means a basketball team member gets it,” the black girl remarked. “But why should she bother competing if that’s the case?”

“To see if she can beat Hannah, of course. And anyway, I’d like this to go smoothly without too much interruption, super eager to get to the popsicle portion of our itinerary,” Connie said.

HIlary sat on the picnic blanket Abby was now on, and let silent tears stream down her face.

“Are you sad you lost?”

HIlary shook her head. “No, I’m just tglad it’s over. That my butt can take a break.”

“I hear ya on that. I’ve been sitting on his face without farting. He makes a mighty fun seat.”

“I’m sure he does,” Hilary said, with a soft smile. “Gotta be more fun without the pressure of having to release the stinkiest possible gas your ass can produce.”

Shelly and Hannah stood on either side of Derek.

“Gotta finish this off strong, don’t you think?” Hannah asked, extending her golden hand.

“Too right,” Shelly said, shaking hands with her.

They plopped down on Derek’s face, bouncing super hard.

“Let’s fart together!” Hannah suggested.

“Yeah, screw rounds!” Shelly said.

“Connie, the app can measure that too, right?”

“Of course,” Connie said.

“Well then, we’re doing it this way.”

Both girls’ butts warmed up under all the clothing they had on.

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Hannah’s farts erupted with a plathora of cinnamon roll smells, ham and bell pepper pizza dunked in garlic sauce, as well as chicken sandwich farts from what they had been consuming the previous afternoon.

Together the unceasing stream of gas from both asses taunted Derek’s taste buds with their nastiness, rolled across his tongue with relentless force, steamrolled his throat, shot up his nose and attacked him there like a ton of hand grenades that had gone off, it burned, it stank, it made him feel like he would vomit up a flood. And this torment kept going for twelve minutes straight.

“Okay, time to find out our winner of the whole tournament!” Connie said, darting for her phone.

She scooped it up, examined the bars, and announced, “Shelly is the victor!

Shelly pumped her fists in the air to whoops from the basketball players, and some joking boos from the cheerleaders. Farrah flashed Shelly a thumbs-up, though. Shelly smiled at that then stood on Derek’s chest and wagged her butt at him.

Connie hugged Shelly and said, “Just tell me where you want that gift card from once you’ve decided. You have all the time everyone here will be spending farting on Derek, which will be hours.”

“Can we commence that yet?” Belissa asked. “‘Cause I’m ready too.”

“Almost,” Connie said. “But first we gotta feed him.”

“Not with our fast food,” Denise said, stuffing tater tots in her mouth.

“No, with popsicles, as Abby suggested yesterday. Hannah and I will go fetch a couple.”

“Okay, but why can’t we fart on him in the interim?” Belissa asked.

“Because once you get started, you won’t want to stop,” Connie said, which Belissa had to admit was true.

“I’ll still warm up his face though,” Abby offered.

“Yes, please do that,” Connie said. “Since thi swas your idea, I think you should get the chance to rub a popsicle against your buttcheek anyway.”

“Sounds awesome,” Abby said, plopping on Derek’s face.

Connie raced toward her house with Hannah. Once in front of the open freezer, Connie said, “We should take two popsicles. That way the two of us can rub one against our butts, get it all soaked with fart juice.”

“Love that,” Hannah said. She grabbed a cherry and an orange one, but took a grape for herself, which she munched on while they ran along, Connine having taped the popsicles under her armpits so her sweat could go through the wrapper and soak the popsicle as well as fart juice and posterior germs that needed to be on them.

When they got back to the snowy hill, Connie whispered in Abby’s ear. “Do you want to have another girl to rub the popsicle against her buttcheek while she farts? Hannah and I are doing it as a pair.”

“Um, yeah, if HIlary is willing,” Abby said. “Or Farrah I suppose, if not her.”

Connie went over to where Hilary was and whispered in her ear. HIlary nodded and though she blushed when Connie said she’d have to have her ass bare, but she followed the blonde back to the sled.

“Here’s the cherry popsicle,” Connie said, passing it to Abby.

Abby leapt up, lifted her skirt, lowered her leggings, and peeled back the popsicle wrapper.

She rubbed it against her bare ass then stuck it in and wiped up and down her asscrack with her butt turned to Derek so he had to watch as that all happened over his face.

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“There, all good and stinky from me,” Abby said, happily.

She passed the popsicle to HIlary, who was a bit more apprehensive having had a demonstration of what was expected of her. But with Ishnora, Denise, and even Belissa and Colleen catcalling, she lifted her skirt, lowered her leggings and panties, rubbed the cherry popsicle up, down, and across on her buttcheeks, then pulled it p and down in her asscrack like a lever.

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“Goodness, it is so much fun to fart on food,” Hilary said, excitedly.

“I’ll feed it to him,” Abby said.

HIlary passed the cherry popsicle over and Abby dropped on her knees on Derek’s chest to establish her dominance of him as if that weren’t alread obvious.

“Open wide!” she exclaimed. With a wink, she added. “I know you’ve been craving my farts so much, especially since I sat on you quite a bit without releasing them, and now here’s a chance for you to taste them! Or their residue, anyhow.”

She shoved the popsicle in his open mouth and he bit down on the top. It tasted sorancid. He grimaced in disgust, but kept going down it anyway. He could barely taste the cherry anymore through the fart juice and butt germs it was submerged in.

“That’s a good boy,” Abby said, as Derek finished the popsicle. She extricaated her socks from her Doc Martins, and took her socks off so she could rub her bare feet against the sides of his face and then pat his head with her heel. Then she stuck her toes in his nostrils and giggles. “Sucks that it’s so cold, otherwise I’d love to keep doing this feet treatment,” she said. “As it is, gotta slip my socks back on, poor loser.”

She ran her heel across his lips withher foot held vertical, then went back to putting her footwear back on.

“We can set times for you to do that via text if you want,” Connie said, with fascination.

“Would you?” Abby asked. “That would be great!”

Connie nodded then unwrapped the orange popsicle. She pulled her jeans down and panties, then shivered. “Brrr, it’s cold. Not sure how you and Shelly stand this, Abby. Or you, Hilary.”

“I just focused on how your brother would be eating the popsicle after I farted on it, and that got me through having my bare ass exposed to the elements.”

“Well, I just want to get this over with,” Connie said. “So I can cover up my butt again.”

She went over so she stood on the back of the sled and her brother had to look up at her cute ass, which she wagged, rubbing the orange popsicle against it. Then she stuck it in her anus and farted.

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Abby and Hilary stood to the side of Hannah to watch this take place.

The popsicle had to be extremely nasty to taste, which wasn’t fun to consider since orange popsicles were Derek’s favorite. However, if it only had his sister’s butt germs and fart on it, that would be one thing, he’d savor it, but her passing it to Hannah so the Hispanic beauty could do likewise to it, that was where the joy in eating that usually sumptuous dessert would die.

Hannah wagged her ass over Derek’s face while she stood where Connie had been, the latter hastily covering her butt up with panties and her jeans again, glad to spare it from the cold.

Hannah’s butt was so filthy already from her constant farting as per being part of the tournament that she probably didn’t need to stick the popsicle in her anus but she did so anyway.

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“Oh, it feels so good to release knowing it’s on food someone will have to eat!” Hannah said, sighing contendly.

“Absolutely,” Connie said. She took the popsicle from Hannah and plopped on her brother’s chest, then held it out. “Open up, loser! Your favorite dessert, a treat for your tongue, the last delicious thing before all the girls here unleash their unlimited farts on you for hours and hours.”

If Derek could only admit that Connie as the girl he was most eager to serve in that capacity without any repercussions…

He opened his mouth and starting biting down on the rancid, putrid popsicle, of which the orange flavor was barely there anymore, Connie and Hannah’s fart particles having gotten pretty deep. But Derek was happy in this at least, that his adorable sister, with thirsty simps paying her on Onlyfans, had chosen him to be her fartsniffer, and yes she was sharing him with other girls, but that was just extra. NO matter how many butts bombarded him with gas, Connie was his number one all the way. She made this a wonder to go through, his heart beat for her dominating him, getting to have her butt on his face constnatly, knowing he could never escape from her if he wanted to. This was heaven. This was home.