Randy solemnly put on his name tag and uniform, and clocked in. He stared at the numbers on the register and keypad, and sighed. It was going to be one of those nights.

Randy was 19. He worked as a part-time worker at The Curvy Closet, a clothing store that had opened up last week. They didn't have many customers yet, but it was summer vacation, and the summer could bring in business. At least he didn't have to deal with the college kids on the weekends.

Randy was the only worker there under 200 pounds, and the only male worker. He was tall, almost six feet, but he was not an imposing figure. Randy didn't make eye contact with many people, and he didn't talk much. He was awkward, and was shy around the female customers.

Randy sighed, and fiddled with his nametag. It was red and gold, with a name written in thick letters. The tag said "Randall”, only because he was required to use his government name on the tag.

“HEYYYYYYY RANDY POOO, HOW ARE YOU BABYYYY?!?” came a shout from the back room. Randy cringed, and turned towards the sound. A woman with brown hair and a black button-down shirt that barely contained her breasts walked out of the back room. Her name tag read 'Melissa' and she was also 19 years old, but was heavier than Randy by a few hundred pounds. She also worked as a part-time employee.

Melissa went up to Randy and gave him a hug. With Melissa being 6’3, her arms were around his neck, and his head was forced to nestle in her breasts. Randy groaned, and pulled back, and Melissa giggled and rubbed his head.

Melissa was a busty girl, and she knew it. Her uniform was revealing, too, and she often went out of her way to tease Rand, which made working with her difficult.

She pulled away from Randy, and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Randy wiped it off quickly, and Melisa giggled.

"Don't be shy now! I love you, silly," she said, before turning around and heading towards the back room.

Rand's eyes widened, and he sighed. He loved Melissa -- platonically --, but sometimes her antics could be very difficult to deal with. She would often get handsy with him, and flirt with him, and did things like this on a daily basis. It was nothing Randy couldn't deal with, but it was still hard for him to take.

Randy went to his register, and sat down. He was at the front of the store, and had a good view of the entrance. Randy liked it that way, because it meant he could mostly be left alone.

After a few minutes, someone else came out from the back, carrying a stack of boxes. She was a little older than Randy, in her mid-twenties. She was a huge girl, and she was almost as big as Melissa, although she didn't have as much tits. She had black, curly hair, and was very attractive. Her name tag said "Shandra" on it.

Shandra had been one of the workers at The Curvy Closet that was hired alongside Rand. She was always friendly and easy to talk to, and she was very big. She was 6 foot, 2 inches tall, and 245 pounds.

Shandra went behind the counter, and stacked the boxes up on top of each other. She turned around to face Rand.

"How are you doing?" she asked, smiling.

"Oh, I'm doing fine," Randy replied, with a smile.

"Yeah?" Shandra asked, walking closer to Rand. She sat on the counter, right in front of Rand. "Well, I know that's a lie."

"No, really, I'm fine," Randy said, before laughing nervously. Shandra smiled.

"You don't seem fine. Are you hiding something from me?" Shandra asked, teasingly.

"N-no," Randy said, unsure of how to respond. Shandra smiled, and grabbed his hands, pulling them towards her. She pressed his hands against her tits. Randy blushed, and tried to pull his hands away, but Shandra held them there firmly.

"You like big girls, don't you?" Shandra asked, rubbing Rand's hands against her tits.

"W-what?" Randy stuttered.

"Don't lie to me," Shandra said, pushing Rand's hands harder against her breasts. “That’s why you got a job here, isn’t it? You want to see big boobs all day, don't you?"

"N-no, really," Randy said, with a laugh. Shandra smiled, and pushed Randy's hands down further, making him squeeze her tits. He gasped, and looked up, seeing that Shandra was watching him intently. He blushed, and pulled his hands away. Shandra let him.

Shandra smiled, and patted Randy on the head. She got off the counter, and began to walk away.

"I know you love big boobs, though," she said, turning her head around. "And they love you, too."

Randy's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he turned back towards his computer. He sighed, and shook his head. He was in a bit of a fluster from Shandra's comments, and he hoped he could calm down.

.

A couple of hours had gone by, and Randy had only sold two items. His boredom had increased as the hours went by.

He leaned back, and stretched. His back made a clicking sound, and he sighed. He sat back up, and he heard a little noise. He looked up, and saw that Shandra was peeking her head out of the backroom.

"Hey Randy?" Shandra asked, waving her hand.

"Yeah?" Randy replied, putting his arms down.

"Can you come in here?" she asked.

"Sure," Randy said, as he got up. He went to the back, and stepped inside. Shandra shut the door behind him.

"So, what do you need?" Randy asked. Shandra smiled, and sat on a counter.

"You want to help me out with something?" Shandra asked. Randy nodded, unsure of where this was going.

"Why?" Randy asked. Shandra smiled, and patted the counter.

"Just come up here, will you?" Shandra asked. Randy nodded, and went up to Shandra. He sat down next to her.

"So, what do you want?" Randy asked. Shandra giggled.

"I want you to try something with me," Shandra said, and before Randy could ask what she meant, she grabbed his head, and pushed it into her thighs. Randy blushed, and tried to push away, but she was too strong. Shandra held his head against her thighs. Randy breathed through his nose, and he was unsure of what to do. Shandra, on the other hand, had a plan.

Shandra reached around Randy, and pulled his hands onto her thighs. Randy tried to pull away, but she held his hands there.

"Hold on tight," Shandra said, with a giggle. “You’re about to go through a wind storm!”

BRRRRRRAAAAAPPRPRPPPPRRRRT!

A monstrous fart erupted out of Shandra's ass, and the smell seeped through from her thighs to against Randy's face. Randy's eyes widened, and he pulled his head back. Shandra laughed, and held him against her.

PRRRRRARRRTPPPPPPTPPTTPRRRTTTTT!

Another fart erupted from her ass, this one stronger than the first. The smell became more intense, and Randy gagged a little bit. Shandra continued to laugh.

PRRRRRRRTTTPPPPBBRR!

Shandra released Randy, and he pulled his head away, coughing a little bit. He looked up at Shandra, who had a mischievous look on her face.

"Do you like my farts?" she asked, smiling. Randy was silent, unsure of what to say.

"W-why did you do that?" he asked.

"Because I knew it would get you going," Shandra said. She laughed, and rubbed Randy's head. "But we're not done yet."

Rand’s eyes widened, and he instantly hopped off the counter. “Yes, we are.” He tried to leave, but Melissa, out of nowhere, stepped into the break room doorframe, blocking his path.

"Oh, randy," Melissa said, grabbing Randy by the hand. “We’ve only just begun!” She pulled Randy back towards the counter.

"Let me go!" he said, trying to pull his hands away, but Melissa held his hands firmly.

"Hey, Melissa," Shandra said, giggling. "I think he needs to blow off some steam."

"You know what will make him relax?" Melissa asked. Shandra nodded.

"Maybe some farts," Shandra said, smiling. Randy's cheeks burned, and he shook his head.

"What?" Randy asked, looking up. Melissa and Shandra stared at him, with shit-eating grins on their faces.

"Here, lemme get the ball rolling," Melissa said, turning around. Shandra sprung up from the counter and blindsided Randy, making him tumble into Melissa’s skirt covered ass.

Melissa faced the back wall, and took a deep breath.

PRTRRRRRRRRARRRRRPPPPPTTTT!

Melissa let loose a massive fart, one that filled both of Rand’s lungs with the smell. He coughed a little bit, and he struggled to breathe. Melissa's ass was pressing against his face, and he could hear her deep breaths as she relaxed.

Randy tried to push himself off of Melissa, but Shandra pushed him back into place. He groaned, and tried to hold his breath, but it was hard to do. He started to breathe in and out, taking the stench into his lungs.

Shandra turned around too, and placed her ass on the back of Rand’s head. She pressed his head further against Melissa’s butt using her own.

Shandra held Randy's head against Melissa's ass, and she too took a deep breath.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTPPPTTPTPPSHHHHHHH!

Shandra let loose an intense fart, one that was much stronger than any of the ones Melissa had done. The extreme fart heated the back of Rand’s head a few degrees. The smell of her fart seeped through, and Randy gagged a little bit.

Shandra and Melissa continued to hold Randy against their asses, and he tried to hold his breath. His face was practically buried in Melissa's ass crack, and it was difficult for him to breathe. The smell of the fart became unbearable, and Randy was forced to breathe.

He took a deep breath, and immediately regretted it. The smell of the fart overwhelmed his senses, and he coughed and choked. Shandra and Melissa both laughed, and they pressed his head harder against their asses.

Randy continued to cough, and Shandra and Melissa giggled. Randy, however, was unsure of what to do. His face was burning, and his chest was aching from the intense stench that had been emitted by the two BBWs.

PRRPPPPRPPPPRTTTTT!

Another sulfuric fart came out of Melissa's ass, and Randy coughed and gagged. Melissa chuckled, and continued to hold Randy against her.

Randy, on the other hand, was struggling. He couldn't hold his breath any longer, and he started to feel dizzy. His body felt weak, and he felt himself start to become faint.

“What the fuck?!?” came a voice from the door.

Melissa and Shandra turned around to see their boss standing at the door.

She was a big girl, almost as big as Melissa, and she was much bigger than Shandra. She was wearing a green dress, and had a white name tag that read 'Jennifer'. She was in her late twenties, and she was the owner of the store. She had big, red hair, and she looked furious.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Jennifer yelled. Randy collapsed against Melissa's ass, and started to go limp. He was close to passing out, and he was desperately trying to catch his breath.

Shandra and Melissa stared at Jennifer, unsure of how to respond. Jennifer narrowed her eyes, and stepped forward.

"I can't believe you guys would do this!" Jennifer yelled. "Without letting our customers in on the fun!”

"What?!?" Shandra asked, perplexed.

“Yeah! It’s such a good promotional opportunity! ‘Buy an outfit, get the chance to fart on the cute boy working there!' We could make so much money off that!" Jennifer said.

Shandra and Melissa were dumbfounded.

"W-what?" Melissa asked. "Who would take us up on that offer?"

Jessica smirked. “Hopefully, people like you two.” She said. “Which, is our entire target market.”

Shandra and Melissa looked at each other, then back at Jessica. They giggled, and nodded.

"So, Randy," Jessica said, turning towards him. "Are you up for a promotion?”

.

The next day, Randy walked into the store to see a big sign in the middle of the store that read “Fart On A Cute Worker! (With a purchase of a Curvy Closet Designed Outfit)” in big letters.

There was also an elevated padded bench, with straps that were used to secure someone in place.

Randy frowned. He was not looking forward to this day. He took the promotion, because he was promised a $4.15 an hour raise, but he wasn't happy about the circumstances required to get the raise.

Randy put on his uniform and name tag, and clocked in. Melissa and Shandra greeted him at the machine.

"Heyyyy Randy!" Shandra said, giving him a big hug. "You ready for today?"

"No," Randy said, shaking his head. "But I am looking forward to the money.”

"Good!" Melissa said, grinning. "We've got some work for you!" She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a ticket stub. She showed it to Rand.

"Every employee gets 1 free fart a day," she said, with a smile. "And I'm redeeming mine now."

"What?" Randy asked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that part!" Jessica said as she walked out of the back room. “Every employee here can get a ticket whenever they clock in; those tickets are how people get to fart on you. They hand you the ticket, you get farted on, and that's it.”

Randy nodded, and shook his head. He sighed, and looked at the two ladies. They were waiting for him, with shit-eating grins on their faces.

"Well, shall we get started?" Shandra asked, and led their way to the bench. Randy shook his head, and followed. He laid down on the bench, and strapped himself in.

Shandra and Melissa giggled, and walked over to Rand.

"Where do you want it?" Shandra asked, bending over to face Rand.

“Oh! I know!” Shandra exclaimed without giving Randy a second to respond. “Riiiiiiiight here!” She said, and pushed her finger into Rand’s nose. He winced, and Melissa laughed.

Shandra put her finger back in her pocket, and pulled out a ticket stub. She held it up, and waggled it in front of Randy.

"Will you accept my ticket, sir?" Shandra asked, with a big smile on her face. Randy looked up at her, and sighed. He nodded.

"Okay, hold still," she said. Shandra moved closer to Randy, and stepped over the bench so that her ass was facing him. She bent down, and plopped her ass on top of Randy's face. Randy groaned, and tried to turn away. Shandra held his head firmly in place, and a fart erupted from her ass.

PBRRRRRRPPPPRRRRTTTRT!!

The smell was overwhelming, and Randy gagged and coughed. His eyes watered, and he squirmed a bit, trying to get out from under Shandra's ass. Shandra held him in place, and the fart continued to linger. She eventually got up, only for her ass to be replaced by the bigger Melissa’s.

"Don't move," Melissa said, stepping over the bench, so that she was in front of Randy. She plopped her ass onto Randy's face, and he coughed. The smell of her ass even before she farted was powerful, and her weight was crushing Randy's face.

Randy squirmed underneath Melissa's ass, and Melissa laughed.

"Hold still, baby," Melissa said, grabbing Randy's head. "You need to breathe in my gas."

Randy shook his head and groaned, but Melissa held his head in place. Melissa smiled, and took a deep breath.

PRTRRPPPPRRRRRTTPRRT!

A loud fart erupted from Melissa's ass, and while it wasn’t the biggest, it was the strongest smelling fart that Randy had taken. It smelled like rotting eggs, and it filled Randy's nostrils, making his head feel light.

Randy struggled, but Melissa held him in place. The smell intensified, and Randy's eyes watered. He held his breath, but he eventually had to breathe. He breathed in Melissa's gas, and his eyes watered even more.

Melissa stayed sitting on Randy for what felt like an eternity, but finally got up off him. Randy gasped for air, and Melissa laughed.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

As Randy was recovering, another woman came up to the bench, and handed a ticket to Shandra.

"Oh, looky here, Randy! You have a customer!” Shandra exclaimed. Randy groaned, and turned his head to look at the lady. She was a little taller than Shandra, and had red, curly hair. She was big, and was wearing a black and pink sweater that was one size too small, and shorts that barely covered her thighs.

She was 5 foot 10, and 300 pounds.

"Howdy!" She said, with a smile. "My name is Alexia! What's yours?"

"R-Randy," he said, still trying to catch his breath. Alexia smiled, and leaned down over Randy.

"That's a pretty name," she said, giving him a smile. Randy blushed, and turned away. Alexia chuckled. "So, you ready for me?"

Randy turned back to face Alexia, and sighed. "If I say no, will you still fart on me?"

Alexia laughed. "Probably!"

Randy shook his head, and rolled his eyes. He laid back, and let Alexia do as she pleased.

Alexia straddled the bench, and hovered over Rand's face. She sat down on his face, and rubbed her ass against him. Randy sighed, and closed his eyes.

Alexia took a deep breath, and a fart came out.

PBBBRTTTTTTTSTTTPP!

The smell was very intense, and Randy opened his eyes, shocked by how bad it was. His nose was assaulted by the rotten smell, and it was incredibly pungent. It smelled like week-old diapers, and Randy gagged, trying to catch his breath.

Alexia started to rub her ass against Randy, and he could feel his nose being smushed further into her cheeks, and his face burned with embarrassment.

Randy wanted to pull his head away, but Alexia had a firm hold on his head. She kept her ass on him, and rubbed it against his face. The smell of her fart stayed, and Randy continued to gag.

Randy struggled to breathe, and he started to get a headache from the foul odor that lingered. His eyes watered, and his stomach churned.

"Awww, poor baby," Alexia said, and she gave Rand's head a couple of pats. Randy sighed in relief as she got up. He gasped for air, and coughed, trying to catch his breath. Alexia giggled.

"Thanks for letting me fart on you, randy!" Alexia said, with a giggle. "I'll be back!"

Randy watched her leave, and groaned. He closed his eyes, and leaned back.

Was all of this really worth the raise?