Stank Prank
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“Whoooooo! That was a BIG ONE!”
I cringed and plugged my nose as I leaned over my paper. Brayden was at it again. He had brought his nasty friends over and was having a farting contest with them. I didn’t understand why he had to be my roommate. Why couldn't he be staying at one of the nasty frat houses or with his other jock friends? Why did I have to be the one who was forced to listen (and smell) an orchestra of farts and burps while I studied. I tried talking to the housing department about it, begging for a different roommate. I would have taken literally anybody else, but they said that there was nothing they could do. I was stuck with him.
Ever since the day I first moved into the dorm, I had been subjected to the tortures of Brayden’s flatulence. Over time I had gotten mostly accustomed to the smell (a bucket full of air fresheners helped to keep my room mostly stench free), the sound is something I could never get used to.
BUUURRRPP
“Man that was NASTY!”
Even with my door closed, earbuds in, and focusing on studying, I couldn’t escape it. Enough was enough, I slammed open the door and stared angrily at the trio of jocks sitting on the couch and laughing their asses off.
“Look who finally came out to join us!” Brayden stood up, his massive 6’4 figure towering over me. “The nerd emerges from his cave.”
“Would it really kill you to put on some deodorant? Or maybe a visit to the doctor would be more beneficial, all of that farting and burping can’t possibly be normal.”
“You’re disgusting.” I said bitterly, “But then again I’m not surprised, I wouldn’t expect anyone other than a group of dumb, hairy animals to smell the part.” Brayden’s two friends snickered and made overexaggerated gasping sounds. I allowed myself a bit of a smirk, maybe this’ll put that jock into his place.
Brayden seemed unfazed by my insults. “You know, I really wish you were more like us, man. You’d be really fun to have around. Plus, you look like you could pull off some NASTY shit.”
“I’d rather do anything then regress to your level.” I huffed and slammed my door shut, muffling the sounds of their laughter.
The next evening I came back to the dorm to find the place abandoned, no sign of Brayden or his dumb friends. I sighed, finally I would be able to be alone and get some studying done in peace and quiet. I closed my bedroom door and set down my stuff. Better get started before-
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I jumped out of my seat, was that me, or was that Brayden announcing his entrance? Further inspection revealed that there was nobody at the front door, which had to mean… Before I could even begin to imagine how Brayden would have reacted if he could have heard that, I spotted something red on the chair. I walked over and picked it up, a whoopie cushion.
“Verrrrry funny, Brayden.” I said aloud. “But if you think that-” I was interrupted as a pungent smell assaulted my nostrils. The whoopie cushion, there’s no way it could have created a smell right? I squeezed it again.
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Yup, it was definitely the whoopie cushion. But how was that even possible? And how did it smell that bad? I put the whoopie cushion down on the floor. There was probably some kind of fake fart spray coating the thing. Now, back to work, I really didn’t want to waste any more quiet time before-
BUUURRRPP
“Little bro I’m back!”
Fuck.
I started walking towards the door, exams were coming up and I really needed to study so I was prepared to BEG for some silence. As I made my way across the room, I tripped over the whoopie cushion
BRAAAAAP“Whoa little bro, that was a nasty one!”
The smell tripled in intensity, as I tried to get back up to open a window, my legs gave out and I fell back down onto the cushion.
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My eyes began to water. Every inhale of the pungent stink was making me feel lightheaded. After some struggling, I managed to stand up, I felt woozy, like I had inhaled laughing gas. It was getting harder to think, so hard, why think at all? I blinked. What was I SAYING? I tried to hold my breath as I opened the door, but found myself breathing heavily as the fumes coursed through my body. I flung open the door and stumbled into- my bathroom? Wasn’t I trying to leave my room? I’m so stupid I must have gone to the wrong door by mistake, heh. What the fuck was happening? As I tried to collect my thoughts, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked… good. My arms and chest appeared bigger and more toned and I felt taller. It must the the smell making me see things there’s no way-
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…
That one came from me.
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That one too.
With each fart, I found myself getting taller, more muscular and toned. My pale computer nerd body melted away into a sporty physique.
“Come on little bro don’t you understand? You’re no fun, so I have to make you fun. I can’t believe that whoopie cushion actually worked! But the rest is up to me now. Did you know you REEK?”
I sniffed my armpits, they smelled awful. I began searching through the cupboards for some deodorant.
“Not that you care anyways.”
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That's right, I didn’t care. I loved my smell, I lived in it. Why would I want to get rid of it?
“You love being a stinky, smelly jock”
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“A dumb, stinky, smelly jock”
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“A stupid, dumb, stinky, smelly jock.”
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With each inhale I found myself agreeing with Brayden. With each fart I found my old self laving.
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I was always a dumb, smelly jock.
I loved being a dumb smelly jock.
I began to take off my clothes.
Being dumb is so nice, no worries, no cares.
It feels so good to reek and smell like a man.
Each time Brayden repeated it, I found myself sinking deeper. My mind completely clouded over.
So dumb, so smelly.
I walked over to the couch and lay back on it, lifting my pits to let my smell permeate the room.
“Isn’t that so much better?” Brayden asked, “It feels so good to be stupid and smelly, just like us.”
BRAAAAAP
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Stranded Fart Tank
They were on a mission on enemy soil. Jeremy accidentally fucked up the tank and soon, he and Seth were stranded in the desert heat completely visible to any enemy awaiting to attack."Fuck you faggot! You don't know how to drive a tank?!" Seth scolded. Jeremy was a bit taken aback by the faggot comment... he never came out as gay to his fellow soldiers. "I... I'm sorry... I was dozing off... I shouldn't have gotten us stuck." Jeremy apologized. "You wanna be forgiven faggot?! Fuck, keep your face in my ass... all we need is for all this gas I'm holding in to spread into the desert and alert the others that we're out here... fuck... you probably just got us killed." Seth propped his legs on the dashboard and spread his legs. Jeremy took a deep breath as he pressed his face right up against Seth's crotch. "It stinks down there don't it? "Seth whispered. "Yes it does" Jeremy inhaled and sniffed to his hearts content. BBBRRRMMPPH!"Haha, fuckin hell, sniff THAT up." Seth reached down to press his partner's face tighter against his ass. Jeremy's eyes began to water as the gas burned his throat and lungs. He had never smelled gas so foul in his life."Ugh! What did you eat?!" Jeremy whined. "None of your fucking business...I said sniff." Seth was going to blast Jeremy's face with farts until Jeremy passed out. FFFBBBBBRT! "How much gas do you have?" Jeremy coughed. "Quiet... they'll hear you... in fact I should probably make these quieter..."Seth tensed up and the air rushed silently out of his ass and into Jeremy's face. "Fuck Seth... you smell like you fucking shit your pants." Jeremy cried into Seth's crotch. BBRRMBT! "I probably could... I probably did... this fucking desert heat is tearing my stomach the fuck up..." Seth was rather distant. He had no reason for conversation. The only thing Jeremy was going to do was keep his face between Seth's legs, and pray that the next fart would knock him out cold for a while. Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days. Seth had yet to run out of gas. Jeremy was still pressed tightly against Seth's crotch and his tears welling in his eyes from the rancid stench that he was absorbing into Seth's crotch, only making his farts smell worse. BBBRRRRPPPPPPMMMMMMPPHHH!!!"Oh god! Please Seth! It stinks so bad!" Jeremy whimpered between Seth's legs. "Just sniff it faggot. Smell my fucking wrath." Seth squeezed his thighs together, trapping Jeremy's head into his crotch and squeezing as tight as possible. The next fart absolutely destroyed Jeremy. BBBBRRRRRRRBBBBBMMMPPPHHRT! "OH yeah..." Seth felt so much relief after that blast. Jeremy's cock had started oozing cum. His face continually blasted by more stinky gas from Seth, he passed out in the heat of the desert, hoping they'd be rescued soon. Jeremy awoke in a hospital bed on the other end of the battlefield. He was being treated for dehydration. Seth was sitting right next to him. When Seth saw Jeremy had awoke... he stood up, and walked towards his comrade."Well well well, if it isn't the fart boy..." Seth stared blankly. "What... what do you want?! How can I settle this?!" Jeremy was scared. Seth hopped up onto Jeremy's bed and sat right on his cock, and ripped one. FFFFRRRRBBBBBBRRRMMMMPH!!! Jeremy's eyes rolled to the back of his head as in seconds, Seth's latest fart made him cum his pants again. Seth smirked from Jeremy's reaction. "Dehydration. I'd like to think my hot steamy gas dried you the fuck out. Don't worry... I got more in the tank. Plenty more. An infinite supply."More... farts?!" Jeremy shook a bit. FFFRRRPPPPFFFF! "Oh yeah... and since your fucking cock tents up every time I bust ass, that just proves what a fucking fart fag you really are... and unless you want me to tell the boys, you best get that sniffer of yours ready whenever I gotta fart to fucking blast... got it, boy?"Jeremy looked into Seth's eyes and nodded... it was going to be a pretty stinky eight more months.
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dad calls me over, he’s laying naked on the couch, his hard cock in his hand. he plays with his balls too. he glares at me as i walk over to him, stroking his cock. “welcome home, toilet” he says. “get on your knees,” he says, then he spits in my face. “im so happy to see my little girl, i have so much saved up for you.” i look at him with big scared doe eyes. “ple-“ he cuts me off immediately. “dont beg and plead baby, i’ll give it to you without all that.” i feel so misunderstood and humiliated. i know what’s coming. he gets up and kneels on the couch and tells me to get in my place. i put my head back against the couch between his legs while he kneels over my head, his balls hanging right over my nose. he leans down and attaches a leash to my collar. i could smell his musky balls and taste the bit of sweat on them too. i look up and see his asshole pushing out. i get squirmy as i watch him push, then a loud fart comes out sputtering between his cheeks. the smell hits me immediately as i turn my head and cough, i’ll somehow never get used to it. he commands me to get my head back in place and I do, “take a deep breath, loud enough for me to hear you. fuckin goooood toilet,” he says while he groans and holds his belly. more farts start to sputter out and he moans in relief while I breathe in loud enough for him to hear, coughing and gagging. a really long, loud, wet fart comes out and he laughs as I try to catch my breath. “tell me how much you love it baby” he says, almost begging while he strokes his cock and thrusts into his hand. “i love breathing you in daddy” i said, almost whining. “fuck, oh fuck here it comes baby” he pushes out loud explosive farts into my face and I can tell something worse is coming. he pulls my leash up and sits down on my face while he lets out so much gas he must have held in for hours. i felt the farts vibrate on my face. then he sits up and is straining and pushing out his asshole. i figure he must still have to fart, somehow. then as he pushes, he starts pissing all over me while he jerks off. as he lets his piss out, a thick solid log of shit starts to peak out of his asshole. i sigh and whine “please daddy, not today I just got home!!” and he just scoffs at me. “shut the fuck up, toilet. do your job.” he starts pushing more and the shit slowly starts to move out of his asshole. i watch in horror as the thick long stick of shit moves down towards my face. “mmmmm fuck baby, god its all coming out finally. i held it in all fucking day for you mmmm god baby fuck, good toilet” he says while moaning. the thick log makes its way down and finally hits my cheek with a thud as it lands on the couch next to my head. he poops out a few extra small pieces and a few loud farts burst out as he finishes. finally he says “oh fuck, im gonna cum baby fuck” as he finally shoots his load out onto my body while a few extra farts escape his asshole. “thank you daddy, thank you” I repeat over and over as he shoots his cum on my body while I smell the sit surrounding my head.
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Gas Leak
You arrived at the supermarket to just find a few things, eggs milk etc. what you didn’t expect was to see a six foot hunk right at the top of the aisle you had to go down. You can’t help, but try to look at anything else so he doesn’t see you checking him out. Taking quick glances at him then farting your eyes else where to try and hide your interest. You then bend down to reach something at the bottom shelve squatting in the aisle. As you search through all the items you notice the guy is practically behind you, the back of your head on lvl so the his ass. You turn your head to get a glimpse, as he moves backwards putting your face right between his cheeks. The dude grunts as you are hit with a horrid smell and start to cough. “Woah sorry dude, just wanted to play a joke didn’t mean to give you a face full,but hey you make a good seat and muffle.” He said with your still between in the middle of the aisle. After releasing another more potent fart he finally got off. “Smell you later” is all he said as he walked away down the aisle. You keep coughing trying to come back from the horrible experience and continue your shopping. You enter the next aisle of and are immediately hit by the same smell again causing another coughing fit. You try to escape by going to the next aisle then the next aisle and then the next aisle again the same thing happening each time. Your eyes watering and struggling to breathe you grab your last item and book it to self checkout. As you’re waiting, the air begins to get easier to breathe and your eyes stop watering. You take a deep breath in as the same dude from before slowly walks past you leaving in his wake a silent but deadly that has everyone behind him coughing and gagging from the smell. Your red itching eyes locked onto him as he walks to the front scanning and paying for his items. He then makes eye contact with you walking towards you. “You seem to be fairings better than most here’s my number for when you really want to see what I can do. By the way the names Dustin.” After handing you a note with his number he walks to the front of the store stretching and letting rip one very audible blast before walking out of your sight. You ponder wondering what if this was just child’s play for him. Scared to think what he could do if he really tried to gas someone. “Maybe that someone will be me.”
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