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Superpowerd Stink part 2

Jayce POV

I’m startled awake not by my alarm, but by the familiar low rumble and pungent stench of my gigantic roommate’s morning gas. It’s been almost a month since Willis and I became dormmates at Ridgemore U, one of the top superhero colleges in the world. Some mornings, I question my decision to stick around.

Still groggy, I glance at the clock. Nearly 7:30 a.m. I might as well get up and start getting ready for my eight o'clock class.

As I stretch out of bed, my eyes land on the gas giant himself. Willis is passed out in his massive custom bed, made longer and wider to support his nine-foot-something frame. He’s wearing nothing but clingy boxer shorts and a tank top that barely manages to stretch over his chest. His snoring is deep and irregular, frequently interrupted by loud bursts of gas that shake the air like thunder. The worst part is the smell—thick, warm, and impossible to ignore. I’ve honestly lost count of how many times I’ve been forced into a hazy state by the noxious air in our room.

But I stick around. Despite his intimidating height of 9 and a half feet (yes, you read that correctly) and his proportionally muscular body, most people who meet him think he’s the stereotypical jock bully. But he’s actually a really nice guy albeit a tad airheaded in that typical jockish way. I find myself liking him more and more as the semester continues.

Dragging myself to the bathroom, I get dressed and brush my teeth. The dorms at Ridgemore are surprisingly nice spacious, modern, well-kept. At least, they start that way. Ours used to be clean. Not anymore. Willis isn’t a total slob, but he definitely lives like no one’s ever told him to pick up after himself. His clothes are always scattered across the floor. Sometimes it’s a sock so rank it could qualify as a biohazard. Other times, it’s a sweat-drenched t-shirt hanging over the back of a chair, heavy with the scent of his body odor and long enough to reach my ankles.

Before leaving, I glance back at him one more time. He’s still out cold, just barely the right size to fit onto his extended mattress. Another deep, vibrating fart leaks out of him and fills the air. I’ve bought three different air purifiers since week one. They help a little, but it’s like trying to filter smoke with a paper towel.

Since I’m ahead of schedule, I decide to stop by a nearby café for breakfast and coffee before heading to class. I make my way through campus, taking in the early morning quiet. The crisp fall air is refreshing after being at ground zero with my gas bag of a roommate. It’s peaceful. For a moment, I feel like I can breathe again literally and metaphorically.

Then I see him.

My steps stop short.

Standing just a few feet ahead of me is someone I hoped I’d never see again. Mitchell.

I double-check, but there’s no mistaking that square-jawed smirk and smug body language. He’s laughing, talking to some other guy like nothing in the world has ever bothered him. But all I can think about is the past. The way he used to humiliate me in high school. His powers—super strength and flight gave him the freedom to pick on whoever he wanted, and I was always an easy target. I still remember the way he’d grab me by the ankles and fly loops around the schoolyard, dangling me like a toy until a supervisor stepped in. When you take hormonal teenagers with emerging and often dangerous supernatural abilities and throw them into a boarding school together, bullies and a natural hierarchy are bound to form, and he was at the top.

For a second, I hope he doesn’t notice me.

But he does.

His eyes lock onto mine with the same cruel recognition I remember too well. My stomach turns. Just like that, the peace of the morning is gone.

“Hey, is that Jayce?”

He snickers under his breath, waving off his friend like he’s dismissing a waiter.

“Long time no see, man,” he says, like we’re supposed to be all buddy-buddy.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice already shaking a little. I try to play it cool, like I’m not thrown off. “Didn’t know you were going here.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know you were either,” he says, glancing me up and down with that smirk I remember way too well. He’s tall not as much as Willis, but definitely 6'4", maybe more. Still broad, still annoyingly perfect-looking.

“So what are you majoring in?” he asks, folding his arms like he’s genuinely interested.

“Hero Psychology,” I say, nearly mumbling and instantly regretting how lame it sounds coming out of my mouth.

He pauses for just a second, then lets out a little laugh through his nose.

“Wow. That’s... something,” he says. “I guess it makes sense. You always were more of a thinker than a doer.” He says it like it’s a compliment, but I know it isn’t.

I force a chuckle like I didn’t catch the tone, even though I did.

He keeps going.

“I’m doing Hero Tactics and Urban Response. My advisor actually pulled me aside the other day, said I’m on track for great things.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but I can see the pride practically steaming off him. “I guess they keep track of a few of us for apprenticeships. Seems like they like hands-on types, y’know?”

I nod slowly.

“Cool.”

“Yeah.” He draws it out, like he’s savoring how awkward I feel. “But hey, it’s good you’re here. Psychology’s important too. Every team needs someone to take notes and stuff or whatever it is you guys do.”

I want to say something back, anything, but nothing useful comes out. Just more small talk, more fake smiles. He clearly doesn’t care about catching up. He’s just waiting for the chance to brag about how amazing he thinks he is.

Eventually, he turns and waves his friend back over like a master calling his dog. They walk off, and just before they disappear into the crowd, Mitchell glances back over his shoulder and smirks again like he’s already told his buddy what a joke I am.

Red-faced and pissed off, I storm off toward class, completely losing my appetite.

Why couldn’t I say something? Why did I just stand there and let it happen again?

Did he really think I forgot what he did back then?

Or worse does he not even remember?

Those thoughts swirl around in my head the rest of the day.

When I return to the dorm, I plop down onto my bed still a bit stressed, but on the bright side, it’s Friday and the weekend’s a long one. I grab some food and bring it back to the room to chill for the rest of the night.

While I’m eating, the door slides open and Willis ducks in.

“What’s good, bro?” he says as he sees me.

He’s wearing his ill-fitting school training uniform, clearly just back from one of those hands-on Hero Training classes. He reeks of B.O., and the massive, now-empty protein shake bottle in his hand tells me exactly what kind of night it’s going to be.

“Dude, you wouldn’t believe the practice I just had,” he says, kicking off his massive sneakers.

I brace myself, but it doesn’t help the sour smell of his feet hits fast and hard, mixing with his already thick body odor.

“Some girl with fire powers got mad about her ranking at the end of the session. She burned a big-ass hole in the field.”

He looks over at me with a goofy grin, clearly expecting a reaction. I manage a chuckle, but he must sense something’s off.

“You alright, bro?”

“Yeah,” I say. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

He pauses, squints a little. “Nah, man. I’ve seen you tired. This is different.”

I sigh internally. For as clueless as he can be sometimes, Willis is surprisingly good at reading people.

“It’s nothing, really,” I say. “Just ran into some jerk from high school, that’s all.”

His face shifts more serious now.

“Jerk like what, like a bully?”

“Yeah. I guess like that.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Who is he? I’m just curious.”

There’s something particularly menacing about an angry giant, and I suddenly feel bad for even bringing it up. Still, he presses gently.

“Mitchell O’Donnell,” I say.

He repeats it under his breath, brow still furrowed. “Mitchell O’Donnell...”

He looks like he’s thinking hard.

“I know that name. I think he’s in my Defense and Rescue Training course.”

“Look, just leave it alone,” I tell him. “It’s water under the bridge.”

He stares at me for a moment.

“I just don’t like when people mess with my friends, that’s all. Look, I’ll just let him know we’re buddies and that’ll be the end of it, okay?”

I weigh the pros and cons in my head and eventually agree.

It would be nice for him to know that my roommate is the biggest man on campus, and as long as it’s just a simple name-drop and he’s not full-on threatening Mitch, there shouldn’t be any problems.

I sleep that night better than I would’ve if I hadn’t spoken to Willis. He’s oddly a good listener when he wants to be.

I sleep in the next morning, and when I wake up, Willis is gone which is odd, since he usually also takes the weekends to sleep in.

I check my phone and see a message from him:

Getting an early morning lift 🏋‍♂️ see ya afterwards and we’ll grab lunch.

Something’s definitely off, but I put my thoughts aside and reply before getting ready for the morning. Even in his absence, his scent is heavy in the air. Whatever was in the shake from yesterday did a number on him. The rotten haze in the room makes me woozy, but I manage to get ready to meet Willis.

I grab my food and wait in our usual spot. Soon, in comes Willis. He must’ve showered after the gym because miraculously he actually smells pleasant, for now at least.

When I ask him how his workout went, he lets out a chuckle.

“Let’s just say little Mitchell won’t be picking on you anymore.”

As much as I beg to know what happened, he won’t tell me.

Willis POV

I wake up the morning after Jayce tells me about his high school bully making trouble for him again. My plan for revenge is already in place. Now all I have to do is prepare.

Last night, while Jayce was distracted watching some movie on his laptop, I was laying the foundation. I found Mitchell’s socials easily. From there, I shot him a text:

Willis: Yo, you’re Mitchell O'Donnell right? I'm Willis Miller I'm in the same D.R.T course as you. Wanna work out early tomorrow morning at the west campus gym? It's super low-key.

Mitchell: Wait, Willis Miller? You’re that big guy, right? Your stats say you’re 9'5" is that true??

Willis: Yup.

Mitchell: Bro, you’re fucking massive. Hell yeah, I wanna work out with you.

Willis: Cool. See you 7:30 a.m.?

Mitchell: Yeah, that’s great, big man. Nice n' early see you then.

Early that morning, I load up on all the junk I know gives me wicked gas some chocolate bars, a huge protein shake, and a few breakfast sandwiches from the dining hall. After an hour, I’m ready.

I head to the gym, my stomach already protesting my less-than-ideal breakfast. When I see Mitchell, I recognize him instantly from his profile. Honestly, he looks kind of disappointing. He must barely scrape 6'5". For a normal person, that's fine but I’m not exactly normal.

We chat a bit and start hitting the weights. As we begin, I ask him how his roommate is, and he tells me about some buddy named Liam with shapeshifting powers. “Comes in handy when we need to buy alcohol,” he says with a smug grin.

Then he falls into my trap and asks about mine.

“Oh yeah, he’s pretty cool. Name’s Jayce.”

He nearly jumps. “Jayce? Like Jayce Peterson?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. You know him?”

“Haha, do I know him? We went to high school together. He was a friend of mine.”

“Really?” I say, skeptically. “That’s not what I heard. In fact, I heard you were quite the bully.”

His face drops. He looks slightly nervous. “Oh, come on, man not bullying, just uh… boying around. Nothing serious.”

I place a hand on my stomach and glance at him like I’m about to say something then let rip a lengthy fart that vibrates the floor beneath us.

“Whoops. That one slipped out,” I chuckle.

His face turns pale. He chuckles nervously too.

I motion to a bench on the far side of the gym. “C’mon, let’s finish this up. I’ve got somewhere to be in a bit.”

He stumbles over, and I load up 3,000 pounds—my max on a lazy day. I motion for him to try, and even with me spotting him, he can barely lift it.

When we rack the weight, he’s exhausted from the effort and probably from the lingering stink in the air.

“You know, Mitch, there’s nothing I hate more than a bully. Us big guys? We’re supposed to stand up for the little guynot push them around.”

Before he can respond, I sit on his face, muffling his groans with my massive, sweat-soaked cheeks.

“The next time you think about talking down to someone like you’re some hotshot,” I growl, “remember this moment.”

And with that, I let loose the beast I’d been holding in all morning.

The bench quakes beneath us. The room fills with a hot, dense stench that smells like sewage mixed with rotting meat. I catch a whiff and nod in approval it’s foul.

Mitchell’s unconscious body slumps to the floor.

With a satisfied breath, I head to the showers to clean up and get ready for lunch with Jayce.

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Superpowerd Stink: Part 1

Jayce (top image)

Willis (bottom image)

Like many others in my world, I manifested my powers during puberty. The first time it happened, I accidentally broke a vase with my mind during an argument. From that point on, life at home got... complicated. My emerging telekinetic abilities made day-to-day living unpredictable and tense, barley 1% of humans have supernatural abilities, and my parents, being your run of the mill powerless humans didn’t make things any better.

So, like most teenagers with supernatural abilities, I was sent off to a private academy to hone my powers. After high school, I enrolled at one of the most prestigious hero colleges in the U.S.—Ridgemore U. Becoming an actual superhero had never really interested me, but I figured there had to be other ways I could use my abilities to help people.

The dorms on campus were large and surprisingly spacious, with sleek, futuristic sliding doors that had to be at least nine feet tall, clearly built to accommodate a wide variety of students with unique traits. As I stepped into my room and began unpacking, I found myself wondering, What kind of freak needs doors that tall?

That’s when my roommate arrived.

A towering, muscular young man ducked slightly under the doorframe to enter the room. My jaw nearly dropped. He introduced himself as Willis Miller, and his enormous hand completely engulfed mine in a handshake.

"Uh... Jayce, nice to meet you," I answered awkwardly.

Willis was a miniature giant among men. His presence alone filled the room. As we both unpacked our things, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at him when he wasn’t looking. Beyond his height, he was honestly kind of stunning dark brown hair almost black, a strong jawline, a thick, athletic linebacker build, and a slight red flush on his cheeks. His school-logo t-shirt was drenched at the armpits and stretched over his torso, showcasing his broad shoulders, solid pecs, and huge arm muscles. But the part that really drew my attention was his ass perfectly round and far too tempting not to notice. Every time he bent down to dig something out of his duffel bag, my eyes drifted back to it.

As we got settled, we started talking and getting to know each other. Eventually, we revealed our powers. Willis shared that he was the son of the former hero ,Titus." Suddenly, his size made a lot more sense. Titus had been a popular, though somewhat niche, hero back in the '90s. He was famous for his staggering height 8 feet 5 inches, which made him one of the world’s tallest heroes. Along with his super strength and durability, he was a fan favorite.

Now I was sharing a room with his son, who had inherited his abilities and then some. I resisted the urge to ask, but he had to be at least 9 feet tall.

Willis had a chill, easygoing jock energy to him the type of guy who’d probably been popular in high school without even trying. His voice was deep, and his sentences had a charming slowness to them. He was like an oversized himbo. That kind of relaxed confidence helped put me at ease, at least a little.

After we finished unpacking, our stomachs started to grumble, so we decided to check out the cafeteria. As Willis led the way, I trailed a step behind, trying not to stare. His basketball shorts clung tightly to his huge glutes, each step sending a hypnotic bounce through that massive bubble butt. It was like watching a work of art move in slow motion. I had to literally shake my head to snap myself out of it.

Once we got to the cafeteria, my first-day nerves limited me to just a small sandwich. Willis, on the other hand, put away a borderline ridiculous amount of food four double cheeseburgers with fries, a personal pan pizza, two large chocolate milkshakes, and for dessert, a giant cookie and soft serve. It was like watching a human garbage disposal in action. He didn’t even look remotely full afterward. Casually, he let out a deep 10-second belch and blew it to the side. But for the next few minutes, I could smell the meaty stench of it in the air.

As we were tossing out our trays, I caught a strange look on his face. It was subtle, like he was trying to suppress something, but I didn’t think much of it. We decided to head back to the dorm to charge our phones before heading out to explore campus some more.

Walking back, Willis led the way again, his long legs carrying him smoothly down the hall. Suddenly, he stopped short, and I nearly bumped into him. Before I could ask what was wrong, he lifted one leg slightly and let out a massive fart.

It was thunderous. Easily 20 seconds long. Loud enough to echo down the hallway and rattle the nearby windows like a mini-earthquake. Then the smell hit me.

A wave of hot, putrid air slammed into my face like a wall. It was awful a sickening mix of rotten eggs, spoiled milk, and sewage. I felt my face heat up and the bile rise in my throat, but I forced it back down, swallowing hard.

Willis turned around, face flushed but with a mischievous smirk.

“Phew,” he said, fanning the air behind him. “Guess two milkshakes and ice cream was overkill. Dairy’s tearing me up.”

I tried to laugh, to keep it light, but I was genuinely getting dizzy from the lingering stench. Willis’s smile faltered slightly, replaced with concern as he looked me over.

“Come on, buddy, let’s get you some fresh air,” he said, guiding me gently with his huge hand on my back.

He led me far enough down the hall that the air was clean again free from the noxious cloud he’d unleashed and I started to feel a bit better. My head was still spinning slightly, but at least I could breathe again.

Dazed, I looked up at Willis. He wore a lopsided expression part guilty, part amused.

“Sorry about that, bro,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should’ve warned you before I let one rip. You okay though? You were looking a little lightheaded back there. Wouldn’t be the first time someone’s passed out, I’ll tell you that much.”

I blinked at him, trying to gauge whether he was joking or being serious.

“Yeah... I’m fine, don’t worry,” I said, unsure if I should laugh or be concerned.

He grinned wide, clearly enjoying my reaction, but there was a flicker of sincerity behind his eyes like he genuinely hoped I was okay, even if he thought it was kind of funny.

When we arrived back at the dorm, Willis pulled out the bed extender he was provided for his size accommodations and snapped it into place before collapsing onto his mattress. He kicked off his sneakers with a heavy thud and laid back, scrolling through his phone for a bit.

That’s when I caught a glance that made me whip my head around in awe. I hadn’t really noticed before, but his feet and his shoes were massive. Possibly bigger than my entire lower arm. If I had to guess just from looking…

Then, just as suddenly, that same lightheaded feeling from earlier returned. The sharp stench of his foot odor began to fill the room like an invisible gas bomb. It was like he marinated old cheese in warm vinegar and let his feet soak in it overnight. My nose wrinkled, and I tried not to gag.

Willis glanced over and caught me staring. He grinned.

“Yeah, they’re huge, right?”

I tried to play it cool, pretending I wasn’t looking but he saw right through me.

“Nah, bro, no shame in it. I’m a big guy. I get that you’re probably curious. Size 34, before you ask. And I’m a tad over 9’5 nowadays.”

My mouth nearly dropped open.

“Thirty-four?? I—I didn’t even know they made shoes that big,” I stammered.

“They don’t,” he laughed. “But it helps that my dad was famous in his glory days and can pay for custom pairs whenever I need ’em. The money from his merch loyalties alone is enough to keep our family comfortable.”

“Uh—royalties,” I corrected.

“Yeah, those things,” he said.

Then he nodded toward the corner where I left my shoes. “What about you, big man?”

Something about the way he called me big man, even though it couldn’t be further from the truth, made my heart skip a beat.

“Size 10,” I said, suddenly a little self-conscious of my completely normal feet.

Willis looked like he was doing the math in his head, then chuckled. “Damn… I haven’t worn shoes that small since I was a kid.”

He stared at me for a beat, then noticed my discomfort and the lightheadedness from the stink still encircling the room.

“Oh shit, my bad, bro,” he said, quickly getting up and sliding the window open. “I forget how bad these dogs can reek after being cooped up all day.”

Cool air rushed in, and the worst of the smell began to slowly disperse. He glanced back at me.

“You good?”

Snapping out of my daze, I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Good,” he said with a relieved sigh, though the air still hung heavy with the scent of foot funk. It was the second time this giant of a man had nearly rendered me unconscious with his stink.

And if I’m being completely honest with myself... it was a little bit attractive.

As I was lost in thought, trying not to look visibly overwhelmed, he caught the expression on my face and decided to come clean.

“This might sound weird,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck, “but it’s kind of part of my powers, well.. kinda. I mean, I’m obviously way bigger and stronger than the average human... but I’m also, like, ten times as smelly.”

He chuckled awkwardly. “Big man, big stink. Kinda like an extra power if you wanna look at it that way.”

I blinked at him, stunned.

“All my life I’ve had issues keeping my odor in check,” he continued. “Especially when it comes to gas. It’s bad, man. Like, hazardous levels of bad. That earlier comment I made? About people passing out? I wasn’t joking. I’ve knocked out more folks than I can count.”

He was so casual about it, so matter-of-fact, that I had to strain not to get turned on. I tried not to think too hard about it, but his lingering foot odor still in the air only made the task more difficult.

When he finished explaining, his expression turned a little guilty.

“I should’ve said something earlier. You totally have the right to talk to the housing office if you want a new roommate. I’d get it, seriously.”

But I surprised him and maybe even myself when I shook my head.

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll stick around.”

His eyes lit up. A wide, grateful grin spread across his face.

“I knew you were cool, bro,” he said, walking over and picking me up in a hug that was just a bit too tight. “We’re gonna be best buds. Trust me you’ll get used to it in no time.”

“Mmmhh...” I muttered, my face sandwiched between his meaty pecs.

Then, just as I was starting to feel a little more grounded, that mischievous glint returned to his eyes. He put me down.

“Speaking of…”

He suddenly spun around, and before I could react, he let loose another fart in my direction one somehow louder and longer than the first. The force shook the dorm room like a subwoofer at full volume, vibrating the walls and floor and blowing back my hair.

Then the smell hit, even more terrible than before. The heat was like standing in front of an open oven.

Before I could even fully process what just happened, my vision started to blur.

This is gonna be a long semester, I thought to myself as everything faded to black.

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Spending the summer living with my uncle and working at the dingy auto shop he owned definitely wasn’t ideal. But the pay was decent, and since I was practically forced into it, I stayed anyway. “It’ll build character, Jamie,” my mom’s words echoed in my head.

On the bright side, most of the employees were cute college boys home for the summer who needed jobs, so at least the eye candy made things more bearable. After the first few days, I was actually beginning to enjoy myself. That is, until one of my uncle’s friends from down South sent his son, Joshua, to work at the shop and stay with us him taking the basement, and me getting the guest bedroom.

Now, I know they say everything’s bigger in the South, but this kid was massive. He easily dwarfed my 5'8" frame. He had to be at least 9 feet tall, and not just tall, he was thick. Not fat, really, but definitely not skinny either. His thigh alone was probably the size of my waist, and his colossal ass cheeks looked like he’d stuffed two medicine balls into the back of the slightly too-tight shorts he constantly wore.

As you'd expect from a giant, his smell wasn’t anything to scoff at either. In the few weeks I'd known him, he always carried this overpowering musk, leaving a trail of his scent wherever he roamed especially from that huge bubble butt of his.

To make it worse, he was younger than me. Nineteen years old, while I had just turned twenty-one, yet he looked like I could be his malnourished little brother.

But despite his size, lack of hygiene, and overall Southern white-trash vibe, Joshua was pretty down to earth albeit a tad troublesome. At my uncle’s request, I was told to befriend him and help him feel at home while he stayed with us.

One Thursday, my uncle informed us that he'd be leaving for a few days to catch up with an old friend and told us to deep clean and close up the shop while he was gone. That afternoon, Josh, Andy (another guy around our age who worked at the shop), and I stood around my uncle’s truck as he handed me the store keys and took off for the weekend.

Shortly after, we started cleaning and getting ready to close up shop.

For context, Andy and Josh had quickly become close friends despite only knowing each other for a couple of weeks. So Josh didn’t even flinch when Andy snuck up behind him and yanked the back of his shorts down, exposing his sweaty, bare, slightly hairy ass to the open air.

“Damn, bro,” Andy winced, fighting the urge to gag and immediately regretting the playful prank. “When’s the last time you took a shower? That’s some serious stank,” he said, fanning the air in front of his face in mock or possibly very real,disgust.

Josh, ever the mischievous one, just grinned, swiped two fingers between his sweat-drenched cheeks, and held them under Anderson’s nose.

“Aww, come on, buddy. It’s not that bad,” he joked in his deep booming Southern accent, as Anderson gagged and nearly fell over.

Josh turned to me with a smirk. “What about you, Jamie? Wanna sniff?” he said while pulling his pants back up.

“Yeah, I’ll pass,” I replied, rolling my eyes as I swept up dust in the corner.

We kept working, cracking jokes, and making the most out of the tedious task of deep-cleaning the entire shop. At one point, Andy rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a tape measure, grinning.

“Hey, Josh, come here! Let’s see how tall the stinky giant really is.”

Josh stood as straight as he could and Andy stepped up onto the desk to measure him 9 feet 6 inches tall.

“Damn. And I thought I was big at 6'2". What about you, little Jamie? Come here, let’s see.”

I sighed and reluctantly walked over. Andy measured me at 5'8", and they both immediately burst into laughter as my face flushed.

“Wow, you’re tiny,” Josh said, looking down at me with an amused expression.

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, turning to go back to work.

But Andy grabbed my shirt and pulled me back. “Wait. I gotta see something. Josh, turn around.”

Suspicious, I stood still as Josh turned so his ass barely restrained in those shorts was now directly facing us. Anderson then forcibly guided me forward until my face was practically touching it.

“Wow, bro. You barely come up to his waist. How’s it feel having a face full of ass, shorty?” Anderson laughed.

“Don’t fart, Josh. We’d have to rush him to the ER.”

I immediately felt nauseated. The stench of Josh’s unwashed backside was almost overwhelming thick, warm, and inches from my nose.

Josh looked over his shoulder, smirking down at me, and winked.

Later that night, after we’d closed up, Andy left and it was just Josh and me in the shop. As I was heading down the corridor toward the back office to put away some paperwork, Josh walked from the other direction, coming from the bathroom.

Just as I was about to squeeze past him, he suddenly turned his back to me and backed in, sandwiching my head between his cheeks and the wall.

I tapped his side, trying to get him off of me. I could hear his muffled giggles from within his sweaty ass prison.

Then, without warning, he hiked one leg slightly and let out a lengthy, deafening fart right in my face.

Never in my life had I smelled something so foul. It hit me like a wall of musky, eggy, sewage-infused gas. The force alone made my skull vibrate. The heat warmed my face to an uncomfortable degree.

He finally moved forward, and I collapsed to the floor, gagging and trying not to vomit.

Josh stood over me, hands on his knees, crying with laughter. “I’m so sorry,” he wheezed. “I just couldn’t resist. You’re exactly the right height for that.”

I stood up, still reeling, and shot him an annoyed look. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Relax, tiny. That one was tame. I made Andy’s punk ass vomit once after he challenged me.”

I tried to picture Andy puking from a fart and had a hard time believing it. Though if the war crime I just smelled was “tame,” maybe he wasn’t bluffing.

I sighed and said as sternly as I could, “Come on. Let’s lock up and head home. I’m tired.”

We locked up the shop and headed to my uncle’s house a few blocks away. We had the place to ourselves for the whole weekend.

And I had the sinking feeling Josh wasn’t done with his twisted games.

Not sure how i feel about this one. Let me know if you'd like a Part 2, I'm also open to getting ideas for where you'd like the story to go next.

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I just wanted to say I just found your posts and love your stories and scenarios I wish I could get a job with Alex as his willing fart muffler have a good day!

I'm glad you like them, I actually have a new story that should be ready to post later today or tomorrow, so I hope you enjoy that one, too :)

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Can you make a facesitting/buttcrush Story?

Yeah Sure, I'll add it to an upcoming story

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Do you take story suggestions and rp?

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Martin had been hesitant at first to hire Alex as one of his employees. The man was nine and a half feet tall, a massive, looming figure that could easily intimidate customers. But even more concerning than his size was his overpowering natural musk the thick, suffocating stench of sweat and body heat that never seemed to fade. It was as if he was constantly fresh from an intense workout, the strongest concentration of his odor pooling in the deep valley of his enormous ass.

Martin learned quickly to never stand behind Alex for too long unless he wanted a whiff of funky cheeks, especially since the giant’s butt sat right at face level for anyone unfortunate enough to be under 6feet tall . But if his musky presence was bad, his gas was an absolute nightmare.

At first, Alex would let his thunderous farts rip anywhere he pleased in the aisles, the breakroom, even directly into the faces of unsuspecting coworkers when he was feeling mischievous (which was very often). His noxious gas left thick, choking clouds of rancid stink that could linger for an hour or more. Customers would sometimes walk into one of his invisible death traps, only to stagger to their knees, retching as the air around them turned into a toxic swamp of rotten eggs, sewage, and pure misery in scent form.

After one too many complaints, Martin was forced to banish Alex’s to farting in a storage closet in the back of the store, the only place where his biological warfare wouldn’t drive away potential business .

One slow afternoon, Martin was watching the security cameras when he noticed a young man who looked to be in his early twentys stuffing candy into his pockets. As Martin moved in to confront him, the thief made a break for the exit, sprinting toward the door in a desperate attempt to escape.

At that exact moment, Alex was making his way back from lunch, his stomach packed full of a whole rotisserie chicken, a family-sized bag of chips, and 3 slices of pizza. As he walked, he could feel something brewing deep inside him, a gargantuan, unruly fart that he knew would get him in trouble if he wasn’t careful. His gut gurgled ominously, and he clenched as best as he could, waddling toward his designated farting closet before WHAM!

The fleeing thief while turning a corner in his mad dash to escape accidentally ran face-first into the sweaty, musky expanse of Alex’s rear, his nose wedging deep into the humid crevice of the giant’s ass cheeks which wobbled a bit with the impact.

“STOP HIM!” Martin yelled.

Alex grinned. A wicked idea formed in his mind.

Before the thief could pull away from the suffocating wall of smelly muscle and heat, Alex grabbed the back of his head and held him in place. Then, he let everything go.

The sound was deep a blast that echoed through the store like a foghorn easily over powering the cheesy pop music playing over the speaker system. It went on for over a minute a continuous, unrelenting stream of thick, muggy gas.

The effect was immediate.

The thief thrashed and gagged, his body convulsing as the rancid stench invaded his lungs. His panicked gasps only sucked in more of the toxic air. The smell and heat were beyond comprehension a vile, humid concoction of rotting meat,week-old garbage baked in a furnace and the the natural ass funk of a smelly 9ft tall giant, His struggles grew weaker until, at last, his limp body crumpled against Alex’s rear.

Satisfied, Alex released his grip, letting the unconscious thief drop to the floor in a heap. Casually, he grabbed the back of the man’s shirt and hoisted him up holding him in mid air with little effort.

By the time Martin arrived, his eyes were already watering, his throat tightening as the lingering stench wrapped around him. He fought the urge to gag, waving a hand in front of his nose as he stared at the thief’s motionless body.

Through a strained cough, he managed, Nice work Alex.

Alex beamed with pride.

Martin took one last look at the unconscious man, then at the towering employee standing before him. A slow smile spread across his face.

“You know what?” he said, pinching his nose shut as he spoke. “I think you just earned yourself a raise.” Martin was about to call the police when Alex spoke up.

"Hold on. Why not just hire him?"

Martin stared. What?"

Alex smirked. I could use someone to mess without consequences all my other co-workers around here complain too much when I fart on them.

The thief, barely conscious, groaned. Faced with a potential fine for petty theft or a decent paying job with the only downside being that he had to be Alex’s willing victim, croaked "I’ll take the job."

"Good choice," Alex said smiling mischievously, from then on the new hire was quickly accustomed to the musk of Alex’s ass and the stomach churning smell of his gas as Alex routinely became accustomed to forcing the man's face between his cheeks whenever he needed to realese a fart. Safe to say the new guy spend more time sniffing farts than stocking shelves, mabye he should've just paid the fine...

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As they posed for a gym pic, Mike couldn’t help but wince at the smell of funky, unwashed ass at his face and the ominous sound of a stomach gurgling above his head. Since befriending the 10-foot-tall giant, he’d lost count of the number of times his enormous friend had ripped a deep, ground-shaking fart one so stinky it could make grown men cry only to realize, a second too late, that Mike at only 5'8 he was standing directly behind him, and took the full brunt of the blast to the face.

At first, his towering friend would furiously apologize as Mike reeled from the meaty rotten-egg, spoiled-milk stench of whatever ungodly combination of food had fueled the unintentional gas attack.

But as their friendship grew, the apologies became less frequent, and the attacks became far more deliberate. Soon, the giant began intentionally positioning himself in front of Mike whenever he felt the need to let one rip, looking back with a devious smirk before unleashing a deadly fart that sent Mike’s hair fluttering and covered him in a thick cloud of pungent gas that warmed the air and caused him to cough and gag profusely.

“Whoops, my bad, Mikey. You really ought to grow a few inches, little man anyone below my waist is just asking for a fart to the face,” he’d tease, struggling not to burst into laughter. While Mike's knees were buckling from the stench of the fart.

Eventually, however, he took things a step further. Whenever the mood struck him, the massive man would casually grab the back of Mike’s head and shove it straight between his doughy cheeks, the damp, smelly fabric of his gym shorts and the sour smell of his warm sweaty ass pressing directly agaist Mike's face. With an playful cruelty, he’d hold him there for a few agonizing seconds, letting the gas build up waiting for the perfect moment before unleashing a deep, long, blast straight into the shorter man’s face.

Trapped, with the giant’s firm grip keeping him in place, Mike had no choice but to inhale the full force of the hot toxic fumes, his muffled protests lost between the suffocating, musky walls of flesh. The first time it happened, he passed out in mere seconds the noxious smell simply to much to handle, he crumpled to the gym floor as his giant friend erupted in mocking laughter. Some blasts lasted only a few seconds, but others dragged on for a full minute or more.

That first time wasn’t the only time Mike blacked out from the sheer potency of the 10-foot-tall man’s protein farts But don’t worry he built up a bit of resistance, Eventually........

(Thanks for the support on my first post, I tried for a longer story this time hope you all enjoy, feel free to dm or send an ask if you have any ideas you'd want me to write about or just any feedback in general ☺️)

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Timothy: Damn dude according to these measurements the top of your butt is nearly 6ft off the ground you better watch out when your backing up or I could accidentally end up with a face full of your musky ass.

Javier: You keep messing around with me and I just might "accidentally" shove your face into that ass and rip a fart up your nose. BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPP. whoops too late, you still alive down there?

(My first ever post on here so please excuse my crappy editing and writing skills. Feedback would be appreciated.)