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The Curse of Caitlyn WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SCAT, ANAL VORE AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. Water farts are some of the worse smelling farts I have experienced as a lifeguard. They are usually loud and weird sounding, with a particularly dry rancid smell. However, underwater farts can be just as deadly. I gasped, now teleported back to my chair. The woman turned from her stomach to her back, shielding her ass under the water’s depths. I must have looked crazy, shaking in my stand and gasping for air. She smiled and turned away awkwardly. She was pale and big, maybe a 30 year old mother of two looking to get some laps in to stay in shape. Trust me, she need it. After farping into her asscheeks, I thought they’d smother me to death. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The term was farping, that is, warping into another woman’s ass to experience their farts. That traumatizing experience I had underwater was one of them. And as a lifeguard, whose sole duty is to watch people who dress half naked around a pool, I catch a lot of booty from them. Thus, I get farped around a lot in my job while a persona of my actual self gets to sit on stand looking dumbfounded...but otherwise normal till I return to pass on the experience. “Bye bye Matty! See you tomorrow!” I snapped out of my own little world to see Danielle wave goodbye to me from her car. She was a cute, plump girl...gorgeous is a good word for her. But so is gassy, unfortunately. She bent into her front seat. I caught a glimpse of her lifeguard suit, stretching at the lower parts as her asscheeks fit into the car. I was farped, just hearing her sigh in relief. She was now in her car, free to release any embarrassing sounds I would have caught. Or so she thought. PPPLLLLLLLRRAATTTTLLSFLLFFSSSS! “Oaaah!” She sighed, her and her fart as gross as can be. Her wet asshole licked my face and I was met with her warm gust of ass sweat and Ham sandwich smell. Her cheeks choked the scent into me, frying me between her smelly ass and warm summer car seat. “Nice,” she muttered sarcastically to herself. In her defense, it wasn’t really her fault...I’m sure guys do that literally all the time. But I’m not attracted to guys, so I don’t get their farts. PPRRRMMPOOBBTTRR! ….their long hard, flat farts. I wasn’t released from Danielle’s ass until she turned the corner and blasted her air conditioning. I said my goodbyes,(she was cute and it wasn’t like she would hear me) then drifted back into my own body. The day was not even done. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Driving home was the only comfort I received in the day. Cassandra’s fart spell worked at a certain distance and right now I was only staring at paved roads and grass. Nothing sexual at all. Until a jogger walked past me, giving me a wave. The jogger was...a she. Blonde short hair, wearing a pink top and jogging shorts. She fit them well with a thick curve and...no, I can’t look at her! ESPECIALLY while driving. I tore my eyes away, horrified and so close. She disappeared from sight...I was safe. PPTTUUUUUUBBBBBBTTTT! I jumped-the fart wasn’t from me. “Here, just keep your feet on the brakes, I’ll pull over.” The voice was sweet and before I knew it two hands covered my eyes and then grabbed my steering wheel. My heart skipped a couple beats. The smell was lingering with a dank, musty gravy smell that sent my very soul into despair. “Pump the breaks!” said the sweet voice, much more forcefully. I stomped my feet down and she tugged my steering wheel to the side, stopping my car on the side of the road. “That’s much better. Now,”. Within a blink I was farped into the woman’s asscheeks. I didn’t even get to see her face clearly or hear her name. BBRRRLLOOOOOUUUBBPPTTTTTTTTT! A dry airy fart squeezed from a blackened butthole above me. Gassy, sour mists of sweat and shit smell poured into my very being. I was once in a nice, cool car to beat the summer heat. Now I was trapped in a sulfur mine, in the middle of hell. “Ahhhh, feels good to fart in an enclosed space!” came the girl. She wiggled, sending a small silent rippet at me. “Glad I found a Ripper out of nowhere!” PPRRAASSSSSSSSS! More silent gas slithered out her anus and I gagged, prevented from asking questions. “Hold on, I’m almost done sweetie….almost...UGH!” PPTTTTTTAATT! A quick ripper flaunted into my face. The smell was too much to bear. I’d experienced a lot of asses in my lifetime but this had to be the worst smelling by far...dare I say worse than Cassandra’s. Within another blink, I was in my car seat, staring straight ahead into the horizon. I felt the tips of my fingers and a lingering musty smell of sweat farts. The girl giggled and I felt an alien touch on my cheek...her asshole? No...her lips. “Thanks for the farp! Sorry if it got a little crazy before!” My courage grew and I turned to my captor. “Who...are you?!” I asked. She giggled and I saw a cute face with dimples the size of crabapples. “My names Caitlyn. What’s your name Ripper?” “I’m..Matt. What did you call me?” “A Ripper. You know, a guy who rips through time for farts?” “I- yes, but how do you...why did you know I was...and how can you-” My mind swirled for the right questions to ask. Caitlyn held up a finger before I could find the right one. “Hold on, sorry..this water is really boiling that soup I had before I began running. Would you mind going back down?” She asked me to smell her farts...willingly! “I will, but please...can you stay with me? I need some stuff answered.” I replied. She seemed worried. “It’s nothing weird, you know. At least, not weirder than this.” Her smile returned back to her face and she laughed. “Good point. Tell you what, if you suck this little fucker up, I’ll tell you anything you want!” The fart was loud, gassing me for a good 20 seconds before ending. Caitlyn spent another minute just basking in her own stew, mushing me between her cheeks. Soon I’d found out if it was worth it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Caitlyn had been jogging for over an hour I found out. She told me she was quite hungry as well. Maybe it was the gentleman in me, or maybe just my dedication to the truth...either way, she asked to order a sub from this local sandwich shop. I did, feeling every fart whisper around my skin while I drove. “So, why aren’t I...getting pulled into, down where, ummm?...” “Oh, why aren’t you getting farped right now? I mean, do you want to?” BBRRRRUUTTPPPP! Caitlyn had no regard for her beefy toots, just letting them slither out her asshole with a force that made me jump. She was a cute girl and I was so nervous around her...especially talking about this stuff. “You’re right, I’m just...confused. I can smell your farts and I’m not being farped every time.” “Well that’s because I’m not farping you everytime I rip ass! Look, if you’re one of those fetish guys I geuss I can make it happen.” FFFFFABBBBBAATTTT! The accusation gave me some embarassed shivers. Caitlyn just giggled, sliding around her seat to point her ass in my direction. BBBRRRRRAAAAPPPBBTTT! A solid, loud fart shot out her asshole, for around 5 seconds. I dare not stare at her plump cheeks while driving; already I could taste the pulled pork from her sandwich. “Hmmm, so you’re not one of those weird fetish guys,” she said, sounding a little disappointed. “Tell you what, my place is down this way. I need to know how you became a Ripper.” I soon found out what a Ripper was, but under very unique circumstances. “Alright, time to take a load off!” said Caitlyn. I was shrunk to the size of a baby carrot and now placed on her glass living room table. Her purse and sandwich wrappers were casually flung to my side-then, Caitlyn quickly undressed without embarrassment or decency. She was flawless, just a little tummy with the fat proportioned perfectly elsewhere. Her sunny white cheeks molded onto the table, pointed in my direction. Her ass wasn’t perfect like Cassandra’s; a few pimples here and there, even a birthmark around the right cheek. Messily trimmed pubic hairs lead around her cunt to her asshole, which was now spread open with fervor. BBTTTUUURRRRRTTTTTT! I watched as a noxious light cloud of gas poured from her pinkish brown meat clump of an asshole. It was disgusting, a mix of sulfur and raw meat sweat I couldn’t endure...at least for too long. “Ahhhh, much better,” she said. BBBPTTTAARRBBBBLLBB! Her asshole spoke out of turn, singing a strange chorus of bubbly ripples I’ve never heard from an ass before...and trust me, I’ve heard a lot. “So tell me Matt, what do you want to know about the Rippers and the Gassy Goddesses? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I learned so much in such a short, gassy span of time. Apparently I was a Ripper, a chosen male individual capable of “ripping” through time and space to attone for my actions. This punishment was dished out by the Gassy Goddesses, who initiated the magical curse. FFRRALLLLAARRRRTT! “Oh god! So at that distance, with the diet I’d acquired, you’d be forced to stay by my side for at least 20 seconds to enjoy the smell.” said Caitlyn. She had now upgraded from her sub sandwich to some leftover tuna casserole she found in the fridge. “Of course, since I’m a Gassy Goddess I can just unshrink you whenever I want. I usually don’t keep guys down there for too long. Only the cute ones.” She leaned back on the table to smile at me and wink...that is, wink her asshole with a small fart. “So..you wouldn’t hold onto a Ripper as your slave...right?” I asked...God, why would I even put that idea in her mind?! She seemed repulsed, to my luck. “Hell no, that’d be horrible! Sometimes I can’t even stand my gas! Is that what you're Gassy Giantess does?” She had no idea. “Yes, Caitlyn. I’ve been under her spell for almost a year now. I go to her house every day to get farted on...even...shat on.” “Jesus christ! I mean, damn! Well, now you’ve been chosen, so there’s no going back...sometimes the punishment is meant to fit the crime, you know what I mean? What did you do?” “I-I looked at Cassandra...through the hole of her fence...while she was sunbathing.” PPRRLLLBBTT! FFFOOOTT! PPRRRLLBBLLBBLLRRR! The miniature farts couldn’t be contained as Caitlyn laughed her ass off...literally. She leaned back and I was almost afraid of being squished underneath her butt. “Oh god, that’s rich! A peeping tom! That isn’t shit!” she said hysterically. “Worst I’ve had is this dick head hitting on me on all girl’s night at a bar. He wasn’t supposed to be there but he wouldn’t shut up and kept slapping me on the butt! I gave him a nice night of free vodka shots on me...or should I say in me?” FFTTUUUUURRRRTTTT! She laughed at her little joke; I think the rancid fart smell seriously detracted from the humor. “Well either way, you're Gassy Goddess is fucking crazy!” said Caitlyn. “Finally, someone who agrees with me...and won’t shove me up their asshole for being right.” I said. BBTTTUUURRRRRTTTT! “Ah, don’t say that yet fart boy,” said Caitlyn. She picked me, up, throwing me into the air. I screamed only being transported back to normal on her carpeted floor. “You wanna get out of Cassandra’s back pocket? Well, the way a bit sticky...and wet. You may like it at first..but I can’t guarantee you’ll love the end.” |
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