In Her Bed - Part 02

If I had to guess, it was roughly 4:45 when she abruptly changed my current routine with this larger than life fart.  I could feel her sweaty muscular thunder thighs close slightly on my body as her asshole was tensing up with the release of this fart. In short, this was one fucking loud fart, a brute in terms of gaseous release. It was farts like this that reminded me of my position; I was an extension of her digestive tract, no different than a toilet that she would fart into. When her asshole spewed out its wind, it was a brutal release of wind, take an air blower up to your nose and press down, a jet of some very steamy and stinky gas came rushing out of her anus with such force that my eyes were rendered useless for the entirety of the 30-second long burst of foulness. The smell was as expected, smelling of loads of rotten eggs and beans. Mixed in too was the return of the broccoli, in full effect and now that beer was bursting out. She had eaten a nearly impossible amount of gas-producing foods which helped to create a sulfur smell that was coming out in way-too-copious amounts. The hot fart blasted itself through my nose and mouth with a force stronger than just about anything else. And the firm loudness of the fart, it echoed around my skull like a bomb that had just gone off in the center of my brain, it was powerful enough that I could consider it a bomb, and it echoed off the roof of mouth to the point that I could haven’t done any better eating shit from the toilet. My nose was given an injection of fecal vapors that showed an increasing diversity, one that was leading me toward the eventual conclusion, that she was going to have to take a shit in the morning.

Once she had finished her bomb of a fart, she moved her asscheeks around, moving my head in union since was crammed up very nicely up her rear end. With her legs nearby, she rocked her bed for a few seconds, making me move as her body did. Mind you, she was still deep in sleep, this was just a reaction to letting loose the gaseous tension built up in her. My nose reoriented itself with her asshole and sniffed up the aftermath of the eruption of gas. As you’d expect, it was profoundly horrid, but this was her after farting in her sleep, I was still doing this service to her, underneath the blanket and between her legs, I wanted to help her out because the truth of the matter was, she was having a great sleep. She would tell me often of waking up to her farts one too many times, the couple of times I’ve had her at my place, she farted up a storm in her sleep. Which was great for me to hear and smell (I’d sleep in a different room but still hear and smell the farts) but not as great for her. Her farting kept her up, the repulsive smell and the thundering sounds, she hated her farting sometimes, regretted eating certain foods and taking her protein a little bit too much. She would have much rather have it all leave her anus before she went to sleep, even if that meant farting straight for several minutes. But she was a nice woman and she knew that that amount of her gas would probably stink the place up so much that we’d never be able to sleep at all. It was a double edge sword when it came to dealing with her farts. This is why I offered myself here. Just then, she let one sip out, silently.
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There was a constant stream of silent gas pushing out of her anus nearly the entire night, but this one took that stream and jumbo-sized it to release a stream of painfully awful gas that made the last one smell like a fine restaurant. This was the broccoli and beer talking this time around and man the two together produced such a pungent combination that I was scared of smelling and inhaling every bit of it, it was not easy to take. My nose just stood there, allowing for all of this killer gas to enter my body and when it came into my lungs it was a burning sensation. First, it was the smell of her gapping pussy, filled with the musky scent of proud, confident woman in front of me, it owned me and I gave myself to it. Mix into that the sweat that was keeping this spot a humid locale, and then add in the cocktail of smells emanating and mixing together in sickening combinations. I knew what veggies and broccoli did to her farts and the effects of having my nose planted right in her asshole meant that I was taking in an awful lot of warm, stinky, eggy-smelling gas. The sulfuric content in this bad boy was off the charts and it seemed like she was releasing a good portion of the broccoli gas mixed in with pure beer fart power. My lungs were taking it in, as it had done so all evening but there was a point in which I was starting to reconsider everything I was doing. And then, the real bulk of the silent gas reached my body, hissing out to its fullest, her fart truly became monstrous.

Shorter than her last big blast, this fart was coming out in such a smelly force that my eyes were squinting up against her massive asscheeks. This was a fart from straight within her bowels and it showed. I never knew that someone’s digestive tract could smell as awful as what I was smelling, but she had surpassed that. The language simply does not exist to create a word capable of describing the kind of narcissistic odor blowing out of her asshole and into my nose. I was feeling wave after wave of nearly-knockout capable gas entering my body, the gas was rotten eggs times a million. Cook a large bowl of broccoli and drown it in warm beer, mix together the awesome rawness of hardboiled eggs and throw that all into a latrine and set it on fire. A bit ridiculous but so was the smell of this fart. A fart like this would have caused great mayhem at the family meal. She could not only empty out rooms with this fart, she could clear out a department store with the nauseous energy coming out from this pure and simple stink bomb. The foul aroma ended up being the greatest I had ever encountered, especially from her ass, it was 14 seconds too much of the nastiest gassiest stink that she had ever produced, a post-Thanksgiving fart smell that was off the charts, created in the pits of someone who had way, way too much to eat and drink. And yet, I inhaled it, because I knew as bad as it would be for me, it would be bad for her. The fart was so fucking powerful in its aroma that it was nearly an impossibility that she would not smell any of it herself, but I had to try.

But breathing this fart, it was not easy. The slow stream of endless gas that she produced most of the night and for once smelling this smaller stream was much easier on my senses as my mind and body began to process the raw power of this last one, the last two farts really, they both came in pretty quick succession that my head was spinning from her gas. I could feel the gas travel through my lungs, trying to work through the gaseous combinations of her fart chemicals to give me something to exhale. I can’t say what it did with the sulfur, probably absorbed that into my system, giving me some kind of sulfuric poisoning, though I can’t be sure about that. The fact that I am recalling this story means it probably wasn’t that bad. But still, I was able to breathe back carbon dioxide back into her ass, giving her a weird exchange of gas, she gave me chemicals to take in and I was breathing them back into her. She was receiving my carbon dioxide (merged with her own leftover gassiness) and I was breathing in her pure gas. Still, my stomach was having a kind of feeling that did not sit well with me. I was feeling for the first time some real adverse effects from taking in her gas, like I was getting tired myself. I was very much willing to continue to do this for my girlfriend, but there was no doubt that she was gassing me past the point where I could be.

But none of that mattered, she deserved this. Everyone ought to smell up all of her gas just so that she wouldn’t have to. I’ve seen her with a disturbed look on her face after she cuts a silent fart before and she is disgusted. I can tell that she doesn’t really enjoy the aroma much at all. If only people would dedicate themselves to her every minute of the day to smell up her repugnant gas for her. It was my wish, in truth; all of humanity would do themselves a solid if they just threw themselves at this magnificent woman to do things for her. I as much as I can for her and she is humble enough to not let it all get to her head. But the truth is, I’m not doing enough, there should be a support team working round the clock to smell her farts, wash her body, worship her beauty and tell her that she is the greatest person to ever walk the Earth. Man had existed for thousands of years, but not until her did the great master of us all, or whomever you believe in, get it right. With her, everything was perfect, and so were her farts, they were extensions of her greatness, a show of strength that she could release some of the nastiest and strongest smelling farts in existence. She would view her farts as a weakness, as a sign of imperfection on her part. I differ; they are only another part of her power that people just are not able to withstand. A fart may be viewed as something disgusting, immodest or wrong. But her farts, they are far-reaching, they are thunderous, and they are there to remind us that despite everything in our lives, we could never reach her level of beauty or power. Mankind simply is not ready to comprehend just how perfect this woman is, and that includes her farts. They are beauty in gaseous form that no one can handle.

With those thoughts running through my head, I think I can power myself through the last stretch of farts from her ass, but I knew that the closer to her waking up I got, the stronger her farts were going to get. But, that was all out of my hands. There was a strange feeling I was getting while spending the night in her ass, that of sanctuary. With all the messed up things in our world these days, and you know how bad it can get, it was a relief actually to be spending the night in here, where absolutely nothing mattered except for what wafted out of my goddess’s ass. My noses were sniffing fulltime the flaring stench of her gas, I was tasting the mixture of shit liquid and pussy juice, my face was feeling nothing but hot and sweaty ass with two enormous thighs on both sides of my body, one nice movement of the legs and I could be smashed to death in my gassy assy prison. I heard nothing but her stomach digesting and her stomach releasing gas, my body was an amplifier of her powerful fart gas and nothing else and my vision was dark, but I was dealing with a beautifully dark woman. My world was entirely her and I loved it. It was not a comfortable position and the farts were starting to get to me, but my push was this realization: I was in her and she was my God. It helped cement my goals in life, which had drifted away from any life career goals and whatnot. No, my purpose was for her, I wanted to be there for her, always. She was my sun, my moon, my stars, my everything. I would breathe in only the air that she gave to me, I would feel what she wanted me to feel, I would hear only what she wanted me to hear or what she had to say. I would say yes always to her, no was not a word in my vocabulary. I would worship her day and night and give her the true, absolute true appreciation she should deserve. She was God.
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And to hammer the point in even more, she pushed out perhaps one of her nicest creations, the loud-silent fart combination with all the fixings, including that same insane wicked aroma. The sound to this one was kind of weird; it was flapping out of her ass for a period of about ten seconds before suddenly changing gears to that of a silent variety. And as I’ve been pointing out now, her silent brand of gas was already churning at a much more potent rate than normal. She had released a Silent but Deadly fart that was wafting its way up my nose and grabbed me down to his knees with this shitty-smelling fart that cleared out my senses. What came out of her asshole, enlarged as usual was a hot steam press of brutal smelling fart gas. This was a telling sign about her SBDs, they grabbed you by the balls and brought you down to the ground, especially if it was one more her more doozy ones. I’ve been in elevators when she exercises her right to release these babies and when she’s on her game, her silent farts cause calamity of a scale you wouldn’t expect for a woman like her. Her friends talk about her SBDs as if they are the angel of death on approach, and they are not entirely wrong. My eyes were flaring with the rancid stink that is being pumped into my body at a rate that is remarkable. Her SBD was a tool that she had at her disposal and as a god was able to use whenever she had it available. It was a tool that she could deploy almost a whim to create the effect that she was going to send a message, when she let loose that SBD she knew that the argument was already over and that she won it.

As the fart died down I found myself again wafting in the noxious aroma of her fart. This is what made me change my breathing habits back down to her pussy, the maddening smell of her rotten egg and shit smelling fart made me focus toward the other orifice of her body, her pussy. As I continued getting myself used to the fart, her vagina beckoned with its own powerful aroma. I cupped my mouth over the opening, as best as I could, it was larger than even I had anticipated, and I breathed in one big gulp of pussy air after another, another part of my Thanksgiving feast. I could smell some liquid, not shit, but piss. She was storing a large amount of urine, all of that drinking from earlier she was going to have to piss like nothing else, but she was very good had holding it in, not to mention with me there I think she wanted to have me do my job as much as I could. Remember this was me doing it by myself but even with that she resigned herself to the fact that I was actually doing it and then her dominative nature kicked in, in which she decided to relish in the fact that someone actually had their head up her ass to smell in her wickedly bad farts. The smell of her holiest of holies was heady, a very strong pungent smell of sweat and urine mixed with that strong fishy smell of proud and beautiful pussy. And mixed in with all that, the ever powerful smell of flatulence. The wicked aroma of her stinkiness made the experience as profound as it needed to be. And that’s on top of the fact that the forest of her pubic hair was brushing up against my cheeks like a nice wool carpet. But this was her body, it deserved in every aspect to be worshiped. It was about five minutes of this mental worship, my mouth inhaling one batch of pussy gas after another, processing into my own lungs and stomach the raw and powerful odor of her netheregions. Guys’ cocks have been thrusted up into this thing, using it at their own whim, but tonight, I was appreciating it, breathing it, letting it take over me.

And then she farted again. Not every fart was an occasion, but they were all uniquely bad in their own way, just some worse than others. Each fart came with a familiar movement from her ass though, a flexing motion, you know what I’m talking about. Every time you have to fart you have to move your ass muscles, getting your rectum to open up to your sphincter to release the foulness from within you. Same with her, only feeling the ass muscles tense up on me for a second was no different from my head being caught in a grip. The motion had become so normal to me that I had forgotten about it, until this one fart. Only a few seconds long, but with the distinct uptick in the fart’s aroma, I could feel her large buttocks push up against my forehead and the sides of my face and for a split second, I think that they are strong enough to actually squeeze my skull in. I like to think that her buttocks are actually that strong, imagine an ass that could kill, she had it, I know she can kill me with it, but she likes me too much and so do I. One has to simply appreciate the two mounds of butt meat that have been in front of me all night. My head is just barely half as tall off of her bed as her asscheeks, they are round and glorious and much more than that. And those cheeks were mostly muscle too, a byproduct of way-too-many squats. She kept that booty in spectacular shape, I always hoped that the ferocity of her farts was in turn connected to the awesome power her booty cheeks had. Every flex of her ass, it was like rock pushing up against my cranium, if she held that position for a much longer time than she did, she would probably succeed in cracking my skull, but she wasn’t mean, she just wanted to fart.

And so the farting continued. This was Round Four, I think, over time I did lose track of how to count the rounds since the farts were so numerous and yet so different. The silent ones came very rarely, thankfully or I would have passed out long ago, but the other farts, they came in rather often. Since I’ve been in bed with her, she’s probably farted upwards to 100 times and in the past 20 or so there’s another thing that’s been noticeable in her stench, the shit. Actual shit too, fecal material straight from her ass. I’ve spent time with her in the bathroom when she takes a shit too, so I know that she can produce some rather colossal dumps. She was too healthy for her own good but that made me a happy person so I actively encouraged it. Not that she had any problem with that, her working out was one of the parts of her life that she enjoyed and watching her in the weight room a few times I enjoyed it too. Seeing her flex her muscles, squat and even lift weights, I was mesmerized by just how much power this woman had. She was not a person to pick a fight with, even if she didn’t seem like your bulky bodybuilder, she could sit on you and end your life and as someone who has been sat upon by her tremendous behind I know that personally. She was being nice to me that fateful night on the subway, she could have exerted more force than before, but she was testing me out. But what other guys weren’t able to demonstrate that I was, was dedication. Guys only wanted her for her, to have sex with her and check that box off their list. Me, I wanted to worship her, ever seeing her walk onboard that train she had been engrained in my head. How someone could be as beautiful and perfect as her, it still baffled me.

And yet, her shit stinks. I guess no one can be truly perfect. As the clock ticked closer to the morning, I mean after 100 farts or so I knew I had to be getting closer, the repulsive smell of pure female waste material was getting stronger. My nose kept its vigil by her ass, for all these hours I was going through an endurance test that would make Ironman seen like a cakewalk. Remember, I’ve been basically motionless the entire time, except for a little movement of my face, trying to gulp some remnant oxygen that’s been piped down toward my face due to the curvature of her ass. I’m getting my oxygen but it’s not in the most appreciative way. The oxygen is coming in filtered, mixed in with her overwhelming nasty shit aroma and the burning hot eggy stench of her farts. Still, its oxygen and I’m breathing, though I’m sure I’m going to need some kind of breathing treatment when I get out of her ass. Inside that asshole, was a growing contingent of shit, getting larger and larger, she was forming logs, quite long and thick logs too. I could smell it, deeply and intensively. This wasn’t fart gas; this was shit, meant for one place and one place only, the toilet. Smelling shit was a different level from smelling gas, gas was pure and innocent, even if it was nasty, shit was disgusting. But that made the whole experience for me even hotter, thinking that she was creating long and thick logs of female excrement that were the final leftovers of her massive Thanksgiving feast. I could remember seeing her eat through all that food, demolishing it like a trash compacter, and now the compaction was being done. Still, I remain there, inhaling the growing aroma of her raw fecal material, thinking of nothing else than helping her.

But then again, I’m doing this service to her and just as I think more about it, a long, wet fart exploded from her ass and fills my nose and mouth with gas and wet shit. The gas exploded into my nose and saturated my oral and sinus cavities. My thoughts drifted and I remember with a kind of cold detachment something I'd heard about the sense of smell and the memory that they were so closely linked because the particles you smelled actually came into direct contact with part of your brain. I realized that particles of shit were actually coming from her bowels and touching my brain. I was truly hers, not only was she shitting in my mind, essentially, but some of the shit I'd eaten from her ass and the piss I'd drunken from her hairy cunt has been absorbed by me and become part of my body. It was a feeling of great astonishment and amazement; I just occurred to me that this stuff was helping me to grow new cells, used for energy. I and her shit were inextricably enmeshed, I had become her shit. On this night, I was her digestive system, nothing more. This is what made everything else in the world seem minor to me. All the problems currently affecting us as a human race, seven billion and counting and she was the only thing in my mind. Constantly I thought about what was being produced within her, the raw smell of her bowels at work. It was a form of mind control really, one she’s had over me since that night on the train. My mind was rewired to think of her and only her, she was intoxicating, the smell was something that remained in my head, pounding at it like a sledgehammer. To imagine a more pleasant view of the famous quote from 1984, “if you want a picture of the future, imagine her ass sitting on my face – forever.”

I could tell the end was coming, it had to come, she had to wake up. My girlfriend had gone through the entire night without waking up, great for her as her farts for once did not keep her up. I can remember coming up on her while were both in Manhattan during the day, me taking a break from work and her in the weight room doing this squats to turn her glutes from beautiful glutes to mind-blowing awesome glutes, when she appeared to be more tired that she lead me on to believe. This was because of the fact that her farts would keep her up during the night. She never had Mexican food during the week, figuring that it would keep her awake all night and make her drowsy for school. I spent a night with her one weekend after she had Mexican food and we were up all night long, not until sunrise was she finally able to sleep, after creating perhaps the sickest smelling gas chamber in her apartment of all time, surpassed only by what I was experiencing right now. It was the curse of having the gas problems that she had. And I was getting a very up close and personal tour to those gas problems as she slept. My nose continued holding vigil over her asshole, still oozing out with a nearly nonexistent stream of silent noxious gas. As I said earlier, she wasn’t farting; she was just holding so much gas that it simply had to be released almost continuously. That’s the most remarkable part of the whole evening; she was technically farting the entire night, only these releases were too weak to be considered gas. And then it dawned on me, she was having gas all night long. That’s right; my girlfriend was passing gas, for up to eight hours straight. Only farting on occasion.

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Too much on occasion I’ll admit. What the little descriptor of the fart didn’t indicate was just how wet this one was and that’s when I got my first clue as to what was going on. There was juiciness to this fart that had surpassed some of her recent toots. You know a fart, when you release it you think you’ve crapped yourself, that’s what this one was. My nostrils were given a nice whiff of what was to come and that’s when it really hit me, she might shit herself before she woke up. The aroma was getting even smellier, if that were at all possible, I’m sure with most people it wasn’t, a bad smell is a bad smell, but you haven’t spent much time smelling my girlfriend’s farts. She is able to manufacture something that defined everything science knew about pungent aromas. We drove by a landfill one time out in Staten Island; I can’t remember why we were there. It was one of those areas, we were on the expressway actually and the smell of the landfill was blowing right in our direction. She then dropped one of her nastiest ass farts into the seat of the vehicle, a killer on my nose. Soon, the smell of the landfill, and that wasn’t nothing to get past, was nonexistent with the smell of her overdeveloped flatulence filling up the interior car. We were the only vehicle in that queue of cars to have their windows down while waiting to pay the toll to cross over into New Jersey. Why the hell did we go there anyway?

With her asshole closed again, I could still detect a growing mass in her rectum. More and more shit was forming; this was a woman, as you can probably guess, who could clog a toilet if she wanted to. And this was after Thanksgiving so you knew it was going to happen. It wasn’t a matter of it; it was a matter of when. I expected her to wake up really soon, but she was in control and I soon found myself spending upwards to another hour and a half with my head crammed up her asscheeks as she continued with these “small” farts of growing shitty odors. I had stopped telling time, but something inside me, something internal was telling me that it was well past the normal time to wake up. But then again, she was a college student, on break for the holidays. She didn’t have to wake up early today; she could sleep in all she wanted. This introduced a new dynamic into the whole situation, time. I figured she was just going to sleep the normal amount of time, I had quickly done the calculations in my head last night when I came up with my solution, but I had never thought about the actual logistics of it all. Looking back, spending my time back here, which I wouldn’t have traded any other way, her satisfaction made me muscle my way through the whole ordeal, not breaking at all, made it all worth it. In a way, I was showing her how strong I was. I was not a muscular person as a youth, I didn’t play sports much and I was traditionally one-upped by my other brothers in endurance tests. Here, I was making up for it all; I was going through a torture test that even my brothers could never endure.
One has to understand, I stayed in nearly the same pose all night long, try doing that in your sleep, of course I wasn’t asleep at all, there was always work to do sniffing up my girlfriend’s farts. My head was killing me, I had a raging headache most of the night, but the intense aroma of the farts had kept my mind off of that. Still, the position I was in was not a comfortable one at all. At least I had the bed beneath me to give me a cushioned rest for my body, but still, my head was facing straight up against the orifices of a pungently gassy strong woman. With thick and meaty bronze buttocks on either side of my face, flexing as they did with each fart, nearly strong enough to cave in my eye sockets as she pushed out fart after fart. Her massive legs surrounded me, one little squeeze and she could finish me, she had the power. And that’s what made her intoxicating. That kept me going, I was serving a Goddess. More than a Goddess even, I was serving Her. That was motivation in and of itself, but still, it was a pain. This was what a workout was like, stressing yourself to impossible limits in order to build up your endurance, to prove yourself to others that you were really stronger than you could be. And she was giving me more than any mere gym could provide, she was giving me her body to serve and work on. And so I was, smelling her gas, licking up her cunt juice and even, yes, tasting some of her piss. She was leaking some urine out all night long, she did drink a lot and some of it went into me. But it was Her, she was worth it. I had to keep reminding myself about that all night long, that I was doing a service to someone truly amazing.

Time waged on even longer, I could see splashes of light, which had penetrated her blanket and filtered down the curves of her asscrack, don’t worry it was nearly perpetual darkness regardless of that. But I could tell that it was daylight, and not only daylight, but well past sunrise. The blinds were down; her room was entirely illuminated by the morning sun. It must have been cool, smoke rising from the various chimneys around our apartment complex as a brisk morning air was about in the city. It was Black Friday and while people were busy freezing in front of Walmart or trampling over themselves at a story with a bunch of overexcited shoppers, I was at peace with myself with my head up my girlfriend’s ass sniffing her gas. She continued to fart, one every few minutes, and each getting nastier and nastier. Not necessarily in size but certainly in smell, soon her farts were smelling as bad as that silent fart from earlier and that was horrifying in and of itself. But, it was what I was hearing when she wasn’t farting that gave me something to worry about. Moaning, not from her, but from her bowels, her stomach was churning some really toxic gas at a pace that was making it hard for me not to believe where this was going. Her body moved a bit, it was a rocking motion; she’d done it many times over the night. Moving her legs around from left to right along with her ass. With me fixed into place, I moved along with her like a passenger on a boat. Her asscheeks began vibrating as I felt more gurgling sounds from her stomach, shaking through her body as my head became a conductor for the painful sounds roaring through her body. She was building up gas, and it wasn’t good for her.

I breathed in the fumes around her; they were the same fumes that I had been breathing most of the night, the smell of her wet pussy and her rotten egg smelling gas, merging together. It was the fact that I was sniffing this for five minutes straight that it occurred to me. She had ceased farting. That was bad news; she was finally getting ready to wake up. I could imagine what it was like for her. For me, I was merely hearing the gurgling sounds, knowing what was coming, but to her, she was in pain. She had eaten a ton of food at the family meal; she was never not going to be in pain with all the gas building up in her. The farting during the night, that was just relieving the pressure that had been bottled up, there was still a big reservoir of her nasty ass gas held up that she was not going to release until she was fully conscious herself. She had slept well, better than that even, but that pain in her stomach was going to wake her up. You know that pain, a stomachache. Only for her, it was way worse than any normal stomachache. We seem to forget that the worst gas a girl has, the more she’s probably in pain when she releases it. The best farts are when the tummy’s in severe gas pain, there’s way too much loaded up in there and it has to be released. Unfortunately for me, I was in the line of fire of what was coming.

I kept my head pressed up in there, knowing that what I was about to witness could very well put me out, end my life even. If it helped her not have to take a whiff of the lethality that was about to emerge from her bottom than it was worth it. She was an amazing human and deserved for me to stay with her to the end. I could now sense it, we were at the end, but the end was going to come at a climax, not a whimper, she was going out with a bang. You’ve heard the term, many times before, Morning Thunder. People fart in their sleeps, obviously I know this far too well, but there comes a point in which you wake up. Your eyes are awake and your mind is processing what to do next. She’s right at that moment, she’s awake, she’s probably still pleased and surprised to find me still wedged up against her ass, the whole night. I’m going to impress her so well, well I’ll get her ever grateful gratification and that’s enough for me. I get to prove myself to be tougher than any man she’s come across and with her affection I will be showered with the goddess’s blessing. But that’s not the problem, she had two choices to make, she knows what she is about to do, she can feel it; it’s going to be massive, even bigger than that. She could get up; move in a way to get me out of the line of fire. She could thank me for my effort and tell me to get out of the room while she destroys the air quality for the rest of the morning. It was going to be that kind of fart, it wouldn’t stink up her bedroom for a few minutes, but a few hours. Hell, the smell could hang around all day, stinking up her apartment in such a way that we would be smelling it well into the afternoon; it was that kind of fart. Or, she could leave me inside, knowing that I would give anything to help her, even at this most desperate of times. She had a choice to make and she made it quickly, she was going to fart, and it was going to be a nuclear fart.

I have heard from her about nuclear farts and amazingly I have not actually experienced any, they were very rare and she was most grateful for that. Given how bad her farts can be, I’m concerned for how bad her nuclear farts can be. Her normal farts are like canons going off in a war zone, her bad farts are like bombs being dropped onto buildings, but her nuclear farts, are like the namesake bombs themselves, they are on a whole different level. Or at least that’s the impression she’s given me, she has warned me numerous times to avoid being around her when she drops one of these. The closest I had gotten was coming in on her one Saturday afternoon. She had eaten Mexican food and was cutting some toxic smelling farts. I came into her apartment and was blind sighted by an aroma that was to die for. About as bad as what I was witnessing here in her ass, it was an incredible aroma. She had told me that she had cut a nuclear fart about an hour ago. The fact that the room was still filled with a revolting aroma that made me sick to my stomach, I threw up in fact, smelling a giant fart that she had released an hour ago, made me appreciate the awesome power of her nuclear farts. Now I was going to witness it, I said a quick prayer to God and another prayer to my real God, the woman whose ass I was up. God couldn’t save me now, everything was in her hands and her ass, I prayed that she would keep me safe through what I was about to witness. She had the power of life and death in her bodacious bubbly ass. She began flexing her asscheeks, hard, pressing firm on my forehead, flexing with a force that I could feel my temples aching from the hard massive flex of her buttocks, her asshole began opening up, already the nasty aroma of her shit-filled gas had attacked me, but then I noticed the asshole was opening wider and wider. It was larger than my nose; it was gaping out at a size that befuddled me. With her asshole opened up and her ass flexed, ready to commit its devastation. I accepted my fate and took on her nuclear fart.

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Okay, so how to describe all of this. My life was now in her hands, or in her ass as it were. Her asshole was wide open as she began to erupt with what were hands down the nastiest batch of gas she had ever created. This was building up and I never even knew it. When she began to fart, all my senses were dedicated to merely keeping up with her. There was no way that I could do her a public service when this was going on, I was going along for the ride, and where that ride would take me no one could say. As the fart began I went deaf, or temporarily deafness anyway, the sound was ear-piercing, and that was very odd since it was very muffled. There was a strange baritone sound with this one, that was still loud enough in its own way to render my hearing nearly mute. I may not have been necessarily deaf, more likely having my hearing muted by the roaring sound of her fart. But the sound waves of the massive eruption were such so that it was traveling through my head, shaking it with a force that I had not ever encountered. It reminded me of standing on a platform as a subway train roars in, the shaking of the ground as subway arrived. But unlike in that situation, I was more likely on the tracks themselves, feeling them shake under the megaton of force that was shaking it to oblivion. My entire body was shaking, her bed was shaking, there was a loud sound power in this fart that was not compared to anything else. My head had stopped ceasing to do anything else, I was on autopilot as I began breathing in the foul fumes and hearing the muted force of her loud fart. Everything was pulsating to the rapturous booming of her massive release of flatus.

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I could now confirm that this was indeed her last big hurrah and man was it a beauty. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced; hell no one has ever witnessed this feeling. It’s a feeling of awe, of worry and of adoration. I’m amazed by the power behind this fart, I’m scared about what will happen to me and I’m in love with this woman and her strength. As my head continues to shake under the massive release of this gas I feel my life spiraling down a drain, being sucked out as my nose is being blasted by a power wind that was like a jet Jacuzzi in a bathtub. It’s a super powered stream of hot and rotten air out of her anus and straight into my nose. It’s not just a fart in my face, my nose is becoming red, burning as the wind of her hot gas continues unabated at a force that is going on for a long time. My head is shaking so much that I am not sure if it’s going to survive the rest of this onslaught, but this was still an incredible feeling. My mouth, well it takes in every lasting remnant of her pungent gas as possible. I’m tasting nothing but her thick and masterful ass smoke. This is making me sick, I’ve been feeling ill for a good part of the night as I experienced her farting in her sleep over and over again, but this one is taking me to new levels. The fart was bubbly, bassy and thundering, having the qualities of a perfect fart through and through. Her ass was generating a kind of despicability that was moving the needle past the high extremes of what a fart could generate. The last big fart she had cut on my face there on that subway train, that was more like a kiddy fart now compared to this, this was expert level farting. She was showcasing to me what really her powerful farts. The smell of sulfur, rotten eggs, garbage, skunk and onions infused themselves into every part of my body as the vast clouds of her killer gas flowed straight into my body like air filling up a balloon. This effect was raising my body temperature to a higher degree with the sheer kinetic energy of all those gas particles entering my system. I could feel my body filling up with her disgusting gas as she continued to release her fart. On top of all of that, I was sweating profoundly as the warm stench of the fart continued to inflict its maximum amount of damage on me.

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This fart was a behemoth, it was catastrophic, it was in her own words, nuclear. And like the vile radiation to leak out from a nuclear explosion, there was a radiation-like effect taking place here with her scorching hot flatus being blasted into my face. My torture was not just merely on my face, taking the huge brunt of the fart, but all over. I’m in a weaken state from the whole night there. I can’t feel much in my body at all, it has been positioned in roughly the same angle all night long, I’m going to be feeling the aching for the next few days as I try to get feeling back in my body from the whole thing. The fart continued to roar, it’s a bomb like explosion that is lasting a long time as I start to witness the true and awesome power of her nuclear farts. She was this beautiful ebony woman, proud and powerful, cutting a fart that was beyond this world, one of true amazement that was leaving me spellbound as to just how fucking bad she can be. As the fart rages on, she’s moving her ass a bit, wobbling it to the left and right as my head, already shaking with seizer like reflexes, it’s been caught in a strong vice grip and it’s not letting go. Her legs are also moving, as the fart continues she’s feeling an urge to close in on her legs, feeling my body there she thinks for a moment whether or not to continue the movement before surprising me and continuing with her legs. So on both sides of my torso I can feel those muscular firm bronze legs of her close in, they don’t squash me but you can feel her legs move such so that I can feel the pain she’s witnessing. I’m not the only one in pain as she’s cutting this ridiculous fart onto my face. The muffled sound of the punching thunder onto my face does abate at all, it lasts longer and longer, she’s releasing a fart for the ages.

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As all of these motions are taking place, I am left speechless. She is squeezing into submission as she pushes out this fart. I’m being told that I am hers now and forever. Not that I was bothered with that, she was worth it every day. She was beyond an extraordinary woman; she was perfection into a nice tight body that made models blush as they realize just how imperfect they are. This woman was everything, unadulterated, she was power defined, she was greatness defined, she was goddess defined. I’m caught in a wake of motionless as I can only appreciate exactly what was happening to me. My mind was drifting, it had done so all night, but now it was being startled out of its peacefulness as I wanted to appreciate the greatness of just what she was doing. Odd as it was, she was just waking up to release her first really big morning fart, I was taking it much more than she was, people waking up to fart is normal, but on this day, with this woman’s body and her vast feast yesterday, this was anything but normal. And the smell proved it; the smell was getting fouler, as if that weren’t any way possible. My nose and mouth were rendered useless, I wasn’t even examining it anymore, it was just coming into me, my body systems were becoming composed with the chemical composition of her fart more than anything else. My body probably now had much more methane and sulfur in its body chemistry than humanly possible, the water in my body was being soured by the pungency of her stink. She was leaving in imprint on me that was probably never going to go away. But that hardly mattered, since she was perfect beyond belief and having a part of her in me already made my body better.

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As this massive fart was finally beginning to let itself out the smell reaching my nose was going critical with red alerts flashing in my head continuously. There was something else embedded in this this fart, it was what was likely to come out next, her shit. The hot wind of awesomeness, which I had guessed was raging on nearly a minute and a half in length, was becoming wetter with each passing second. Imagining blowing air out of a hose and then add bits of water into the mix again and again. Her fart was quickly changing into probably the one thing I didn’t really want, a shart. The fart became more bubbly, bubbly and bassy in terms of the skull rattling booming that came out with splotches of nastiness. Her legs moved again, gripping me even tighter, my body was packed in like a sardine, I was breathing, but what I was breathing wasn’t really helpful, it was like breathing in the fumes of a toilet after a big dump. And as the fart continued to horrify me with its enormity, she finally went from passing out mostly gas with some bits of wet shit to full out crapping herself. This was a bowel movement about ready to happen, in perhaps the last 20 seconds of the fart. That amount of time was an eternity as I could feel the solid reach the tip of my nose. She had eaten an enormous amount of food at Thanksgiving; of course she was going to shit. The fart finally pushed out its evilness in its last push as an indeterminate amount of her nasty ebony shit came up to nose and caked it with its putridness and at that time I knew, there was literally nothing worse to come out of her bowels. She shitted herself, watery and chunky shit rushed out of her anus as it went into my mouth, giving me the bitter taste of her nasty crap. She finally crapped out the rest of her fart, the thundering sound went down and the air behind the killer release of gas had ceased. My face didn’t take in even a scratch of what her final bowel movement was going to be, but it was now caked, painted brown from my eyes down to my mouth, the smell and taste of shit was in me and as beautiful and god-like as she was, this magnificent women, her shit was downright repugnant.

Feeling the wetness in the land where the sun don’t shine, she got up off the bed, making sure to avoid me as I laid flat, tasting “fresh” air for the first time. Not that it mattered; her room stunk so bad it was going to take a day for the reeking aroma to depart. But more than anything else, my body couldn’t take anymore. I blacked out, not that it should surprise anyone, my eyes were closed as I entered a surreal dream state. The force of her butt thunder was way too much for me to handle but at this intense of a level, that wasn’t a surprise. I was out cold, probably close to dead from the experience; it wasn’t until late in the afternoon when I awoke to find myself laying down on the couch in her living room. The TV was on playing some football game, while a bottle of water and a bowl of what looked like chicken noodle soup were lying on the table. In between the couch and the table on the floor was a empty trash can. As I got up, I got an urge to throw up, almost on the spot as I felt a sick feeling in my gut I hurled over the trash and threw up. I’ve vomited before, but this was different, it was the worst case of vomiting I’ve ever had and the taste in my mouth, the taste was shitty. I could feel my face as it was wet from being washed up. I was wearing a shirt and a pair of shorts as a dark blue blanket was wrapped over my body. My head was spinning as I got up from the vomiting. I laid my head back down on the couch as I looked up at the sky, smelling, well her gas again. She had stayed in the apartment all day and was still farting ferociously during the day, which kept the aroma of her powerfully foul flatulence hovering around. Still, it was much better than being crammed up against her anus smelling it from the source. I had to take a mental note, smelling at that close of a level for that long was not for the faint of heart.
As it turned out, she had been taking care of me after taking what she could only describe as a catastrophic dump in her toilet. She shared the details with me and then gave me her ever grateful appreciation for what I had done. She told me that she did have one of the best sleeps in her life and she knew that was due to the fact that she wasn’t able to smell her farts as much, she did smell them still (that was kind of unavoidable,) but she loved it that I managed to stay at my post all night long to take in her farts. She asked me to describe the feeling to her, which I did over time as I explained all the intricate aspects of my time there. She loved my descriptions of the closeness of her asshole and I loved telling her about it, but we both agreed that I had gone too far, not in terms of her feelings for me but in terms of my general health. She cared for me too much, seeing how swell of a guy I was, willing to do what I did, that she could not stand to see me sick like I was. And make no mistake; it took the entire weekend for me to fully recover.

Eventually, the air in my body had returned to normal, I had a strong immune system and that helped take the gas from her bowels out of my body, but even with that I felt as if there was still a bit of her gassiness that had remained in, perhaps permanently. I loved that, a part of her greatness always within me. Soon I was back on my feet and behaving normally again. And she was as much of a hell of a woman as I was a hell of a guy. She nursed me back to health while sharing some of her farts, which continued pretty much all weekend in smaller quantities. But she told me one thing: she never wanted me to do this again, not because of her but because of me. She didn’t to actually kill me in the process.
I was touched; she was a goddess beyond comparison. A beautiful, bright and compassionate woman, as much as I cared for servicing her and worshipping her, she cared for my well-being. And that made the holidays so much better for me, as I had finally found myself in the care of the perfect woman. I worshipped and adored her and she considered me an exceptional gentleman who would put himself in the line of fire do help her. And likewise, she respected men who proved themselves as I had. Spending upwards to eight hours deep in the confines of her legs with my face pressed into her ass and my nose and mouth up against the nastiest orifices in her body showed her just exactly the kind of person I would do, giving myself to make sure she was treated well and she knew that. I would continue to offer myself to her by sniffing her farts here and there. I would be her seat cushion when she came back from the gym, she blast a few farts in my face while resting on a comfortable chair. In bed when studying, I’d press my face against her ass to sniff up more of her gas, just to make the experience better for her. But she was very cautious to make sure that I wasn’t being harmed, as she still knew that Mexican food farts could be the death of me. She wanted nothing else to make sure I was still around to be the loyal man to her that I was. We were able to come up to one agreement though, come next Thanksgiving I would be able to sleep in between her legs once more and sniff up her post-Thanksgiving farts. She knew that I loved it more than anything else, and it was true. As frightening of an experience as it was, I wouldn’t have traded that night for anything else. I was the watcher of her ass, I guarded her nose from the foul smells that came out of it and I pledged my life for her ass and for her, my amazing girlfriend. Till then, I wait for the next Thanksgiving night, when my watch begins again.