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KA-CLANK!

The obnoxious banging of the locker as it was closed shut and locked, along with the dreaded fidgeting of jean zippers and the shuffling of them as they were pulled down. I peered frightfully out of the locker slits, before two massive, tanned round orbs obscured my vision, blocking out the incoming light.

"I hope you're ready, Fenzington. Cafeteria was serving those god awful barbeque sandwiches and I ate about five of 'em. Either that or I was gonna starve.. Oof.."

ggggRrrrrghgggggllllleeee...

An ominous rumble made itself known as it echoed out from her boiling guts, and my heart rate accelerated. She was getting ready to blow.

"But the results of my choice of food will certainly make this afternoon quite enjoyable, don't you think?~" She giggled. Teasing bitch, just fuckin' fart already.

"Please, Taryn, lemme out! You already got me good this morning, I gotta be home soon!" I cried out, banging on the locker door. I was trying to sound as believable as possible and acted like what she was doing was the worst thing in the world.

"That was my eggs and protein shake gas that you sucked down this morning! THIS is my gross barbeque gas! Two different meals that requires two different ways of torture! You know how these things work, I've practically been doing this every day since last year! Shame on you, Felix! Always thinking about yourself and no one else!"

Jeez, Taryn. I can only get so hard.

"But enough talk. I really gotta fart.. Hnng!" I heard her grunt, her butthole ballooning out just enough for me to see it as it expelled a plume of her bowel fumes.

*BRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOmmmmmmPPPPPPOPLLLLLLTTTTTTT!!!*

My small, small enclosure was instantly over taken by the rotten stench of old pork and moldy barbeque sauce. It was horrible.

But it stunk so fuckin' good.

"Ahhhh, god damn. 'Twas a big one! Hehe, serves you right for making me hold it in while I was talkin' to your dumb ass!" She spat at me.

I coughed and choked on her fart, weakly banging on the door.

"Taryn, t-that's awful! That's worse than ever.. Please.. Let me out.."

That's right, Felix. Fake it 'til you make it.

"Are you suggesting that I eat that nasty barbeque EVERY day!?" Taryn dramatically gasped. "Felix! Are you sure about that? The effects that stuff will have on my tummy will most certainly have you dealing with my booty on a more frequent basis.. But if you insist~" Taryn chuckled, thinking her own sarcasm was soooooo hilarious.

Yes, Taryn. For the love of god, eat that stuff for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I'll pay for it. Hell, you already take my lunch money as it is.

"No, t-that's not what I meant!"

Yes, it was.

"Please, it stinks so bad, I want you to stop this!"

No, I didn't.

"Oooh, shut up, shut up, this next one feels really hot and heavy, probably an SBD. This is gonna feel amazing but I do NOT envy you, nerd!"

"Taryn, come on! Please!" I screamed, my hands in my pants, biting my lip. The drawn out sigh of relief she gave off was her releasing the end of my consciousness for the next hour or so. It was a disgusting, thick SBD that made my small space feel like a sauna in the middle of the desert, and if that sauna was caked in sulfer, diarrhea and rotten eggs.

I gagged and weakly called out as I heard her laugh at my misfortune.

Little did she know though, I was in heaven and she was an angel.
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"Kid.. Hey, kid.. Wake up.."

Something was poking me. What the hell is poking me?

*poke poke poke*

It feels hard and wooden. Like a.. Like uh..

*poke poke poke*

Broomstick. Fuck.

"I've got to clean this place up and you're kinda in my way. Can't you go home? Maybe take a shower too, you smell like a bowel movement." A old voice spoke to me. No doubt the janitor.

*poke poke poke*

"Okay, okay.. I get it.." I waved my hand around like I was trying to swat away a fly. I opened my eyes up, the lights of the locker room piercing them. I was on the floor, staring back into the eyes of Janitor.

I blinked.

He blinked.

I looked down..

And noticed that my hand was wrist-deep in my jeans, with a wet spot formed around my crotch. Fuckin' hell.

"It-It isn't what it looks like, sir! I was just-just erm.. Uhh-"

"Jerking off?" The janitor said, raising his eyebrow.

"N-No, never! I-I uhm.. Listen.. Sigh. Please don't write me up." I huffed, reaching down to pick up my belongings, not wanting to look this man in the eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Write you up? Kid, I'm the janitor. Writing kids up ain't my job. You get chur stuff and skedaddle and act like this never happened. Makes my job easier and yours.." He trailed off. "I am confused as to why you decided to 'do the deed' in here though. Not very.. Ideal if you ask me. Ya know, cause shit like this happens."

I stood up, adjusting my back-pack on my shoulders and exhaled stressfully. "It's a long story.."

"Say no more. But, long story or not, let's try to keep intimate moments for our right hand at home, okay?" He spoke to me, beginning to sweep the floor. I nodded back to him.

"Now, go on, get. Before someone walks in here and thinks I'm a pedophile. Go on!" He gestured toward the door and I didn't hesitate to obey him.

"Weird ass kids.." The janitor grumbled.
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My name is Felix Fenzington. The Second. I'm a student at Kinkster High, one of the most renown High Schools in the country, founded by my father, Felix Fenzington, the first. It's home to many different individuals from all shapes and sizes, most likely you'll meet them on my daily adventures.

Most of 'em are good folks. Key word is "most."
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As I scurried out of the locker room, the final bell for dismissal had already rung long ago. Kinkster was a ghost town, and I didn't intend to stay any longer than I had to. I sped walk like it was going out of style, turning the corner that led toward the exit an-

"OOF!"

"UGH!"

I had walked clean into someone's forehead, causing both of us to stumble and fall backwards onto the ground.

I rubbed my head, cringing in pain as I stood up to identify who the hell I just hit. "Ouch.. Erm, sorry about that, I was just in a hur- wait.. Frankie? What are you still doing here?"

Frankie, a.. Fellow nerd of mine rubbed her head slowly before searching around and finding her glasses that I had unintentionally knocked off. She picked them up, blowing on the lenses and sliding them onto her face, looking up at me and blinking. She smiled.

"Oh, uhm.. T-Taryn was having a bit of a tummy ache and so she forc- uh, I mean.. I volunteered to help her. Which has kinda made me one of the last to leave the school, but hey! Gotta help your friends, right?" She chuckled nervously. Bless her heart.

"Frankie, that isn't helping. She's bullying you. Because ya know, she doesn't like you?" I reached my hand down to help her up, getting her onto her feet. "That's helping. Because I'm actually your friend."

Frankie dusted herself off, re-adjusting her backpack. "Taryn's my friend too, she's just.. *UUUuuuurp* m-mean sometimes. She said I was one of the best fart sniffers in the school!" Frankie explained, trying to prove her point.

Huh? Taryn called her one of the best fart sniffers? What the fuck!? Has she completely forgotten ABOUT ME!? For a whole year, I always ate her farts like a champ and she's never said anything like that to me!

Probably because I acted like I didn't like it as a way to feed her torturous personality and to egg her on even further, but that's beside the point. I never got any compliments. Fuck.

"That's not something you should take seriously or be proud of, Frankie. She picks on you because you're weak and will blindly follow every order she gives you.." I explained.

Just like me. But my fate was by.. Choice. Frankie just wanted to fit in.

"I'm not *uuuuurp* weak! I've been eating a lot and before you know it, I'll be as thick as Taryn! Just give me a couple months or.. A year or *urrrp* t-two.." Frankie looked down in sadness, before getting a glow of excitement. "Can you imagine, Felix!? Taryn actually having me around in her possie of gas-passing.. *uuuuuurp!* misfits!? I'll rule the school by her side!"

I sighed. This girl was insane. But.. She was one of the few real friends I had around this place.

Frankie was timid and shy, but had been coming out of her shell the more she obsessed about Taryn. She was a rather small girl, shorter than me, with a face full of freckles, pale skin, big square glasses, and crimson red hair that was always done up in a prissy bun. Her body was humble and a bit plain, but her womanly features weren't half bad at all. Nice perky breasts and a cute booty. Today she was in a simple, pretty white v-neck with a pair of black, tight leggings that really brought out her legs. I never knew why she was picked on as much as she was. If I wasn't absolutely in love with Taryn, then maybe..

*buuuuUUUUUUROOOOP!* "Ughh, hehe. 'Scuse me."

...Did I mention she burps like a slob?

"I think that soda is bothering me a lot more than I *euuuUuurp!* anticipated. Oh well. I wonder if I have another. I'm getting thirsty again.."

Because she does. It's.. Kinda hot. But I digress. I knew where my heart was.

I rolled my eyes at Frankie and began walking past her toward the exit, and she soon began to follow.

"Hey! Hey!" I heard her call, and her footsteps behind me. "We still up for tonight? I'm still trying to reach diamond in Overwatch and could really use your hand. I don't wanna.. *Uuuurrrp* Solo que."

I shrugged as I kept walking. "I'll probably be on tonight so I'll hit you up."

"Sounds good, just lemme know!" She chirped as we both went our separate ways out of the entrance doors. As she walked away from me, I heard her let out another monstrous burp and curse about soda. That's Frankie for ya.
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The walk home was boring as usual. The zooming of cars as I walked on the sidewalk was somewhat relaxing, as weird as that was. And now that I think about it, I'm starting to regret leaving my earphones at home. Oh well.

I kept walking, turning a corner where there was a hiking trail that led to one of the local parks. I paid it no mind..

Until I was pulled off of the sidewalk and into a secluded brush area.

Adrenaline shot through my body as I tried to escape my attacker, the phrase "Oh my god, what the fuck" racing in my mind over and over. Their hands were..

Slimy. Like really slimy. Almost as if they were a fuckin'.. God dammit.

"Hey! Freckles was right, this is that dumb Felix kid!" A voice called out, as if were talking to others. My attacker revealed themselves, and as no surprise to me, it was Gertrude.

She bent down, smiling in my face as she giggled. "Oh, thought a walk home would be easy? Think again."

Gertrude was.. To simply put it, a girl.. Made out of goo or slime. A goo girl. Or as I liked to call her..

"What the fuck do you want, slime slut?" I growled at her.

Gertrude raised both of her eyebrows as if she wasn't surprised that I had called her that. She was a weird one, her whole body being composed of a green gooey substance, almost like jello. Her.. Hair.. Was short and stopped around the top of her neck. She was probably one of the curviest females I knew, but I'm not sure it counted considering what she was. Huge, nice thick ass that she managed to squeeze into some black basketball shorts and an even tighter, black t-shirt that barely kept her big D-Cup boobs in check. She was a looker, that was for sure. But in my current situation, I could care less.

"Your little nerd friend texted Taryn your usual route to getting home. So we decided to pop in and say hey, wassup, hello." She explained, snickering.

Taryn? Taryn was here?! Oh my god, WHERE!?

"Frankie?! Frankie told you where I was!? Dude.." I thought to myself. Why would she do that? To get cred with Taryn and her friends?

Gertrude nodded. "Yeah, I think that's her name. Or some shit. Anyway, Taryn said she wasn't quite done with you and wanted you to spend some more quality time with her butt. I'll probably get in on this too, Fartzington."

Fuck you, Frankie. I mean.. Thank you, Frankie.

"What!?" I acted dumbfounded and terrified. "No! Taryn and you guys have farted on me enough! I just wanna go home!" I cried. Hehe.

Gertrude looked up and behind her. "Hear that guys? He just wants to go home!"

Out from the brush like some sort of movie, stepped Taryn and another one of her lackeys, Wendy.

Sigh. Wendy was a fuckin' centaur.

"Taryn!" I shouted. "Tell your stupid friend to let me go!" Hmm. I wonder what her response to this would be.

Taryn giggled, shaking her head. I didn't get to see her full appearance because she shoved me in a god damn locker, but FUCK! She was the woman of my dreams. She was a tanned, sexy latina with these tight jeans that really pronounced her thighs and ass. She wore an orange shirt with a crown in the middle of it, it made it easy to see with her exaggerated tits. She was hot in every sense of the word.

"Let you go?" She cooed. "I can't remember a single time where I took an order from you, fucker."

Ahh. Oh, Taryn. Never change.

"Hehe, that's funny!" Wendy giggled. Wendy was weird. Not because she was a centaur, but because she was kind of a dope. I think her stupidity led to some sort of undying loyalty for Taryn, and every clique needs a member that fills the "muscle" role. Whatever.

"Everything is funny to you, horse-butt." Gertrude gestured toward Wendy. Wendy was most definitely the biggest out of all three of them(duh) and was probably the most innocent. Her.. Human half was actually very pretty, at least to me. She had this long, black, shaggy unkept hair that always look like she just woke up. For some reason, I found it cute. Her hair always covered her right eye. She wore a pink tank top, and she never wore a bra. Like, ever.

Made gym class a lot more enjoyable when she's trotting laps, ya get me? God, I'm a fuckin' pervert.

"Anyway, Fartzington." Taryn started toward me with that lame-ass insult. "I started feeling a little gassy again and I began to realize how much I missed you."

Aww, babe. I missed you too.

"You're disgusting, aren't there any others you could go pick on!? For like a day!?" I half-yelled.

Taryn chuckled. "Of course there are, but I mean.." She bit her lip seductively as she walked over toward me. "No one takes it quite like you do.~"

Best. Day. Ever.

"Wait, what does th-GAH!" I was interrupted as Taryn violently pushed me down, my thoughts all over the place and before I could even react, Wendy sat her fat horse ass right on my waist, pinning the lower half of my body and rendering me immobile. I screamed in pain as I was not ready for this much weight to come crashing down.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH! F-FUCK! G-GET OFF, HOLY SHIT! I THINK YOU BROKE MY L-LEGS!" I cried out in agony.

"Hrrrmmmm.." Wendy hummed. She began wiggling her butt on top of me, squishing me even more. "Nah, I don't think your legs are broken. They don't feel like it at least. I'd know, I accidently done it to someone before. Sorry!~" Wendy giggled.

Gertrude laughed. "Any harder though and he woulda been half-pancake!"

"Pancakes!?" Wendy shouted. "Where!?"

Gertrude rolled her eyes. "No, you dummy, I meant.." She sighed. "Fuck you."

I still weakly squirmed underneath, trying to look like I still had at least 50% of my strength left.

"Ooh! Look at him squirm! Taryn, come on, let me get him first!" Gerturde begged.

Taryn thought for a moment, placing her hand on her stomach before giving her approval. "Fine, but don't be all day."

"Hell yeah! Hey, Felix.." Gertrude stood over my head with her back facing toward Wendy as she dropped her gargantuan ass right on my face, my world going black and squishy.

"Damn," Gertrude breathed. "Kid's gotta comfy face, I can see why he's your favorite, T." Gertrude laughed, smearing her soft, doughy ass all over my face, making it extremely difficult for me to breathe, coupled with the fact that there was half a horse on top of me too.

"Yeah.." I heard Taryn agree. "Out of everyone else, He's my favorite little bitch."

...

in yoUR FUCKING FACE, FRANKIE! HAHAHAHAHAHAH

"I see now. Oh! Wait! Hey, Taryn! Taryn! Pull muh fingers!" Gertrude begged.

Taryn sighed in annoyance. "Why? Just fucking let loose on his face, Gerts. I don't have time for probably the oldest fart joke in the book."

I felt Gertrude bounce her ass on top of my face, as if she were throwing a tantrum. "Tarynnnnnn! Come on, it'll be funny!"

Yeah, Taryn. It'll be.. Funny. Pull the poor girl's fingers.

"Yeah!" Wendy spoke in. "Pull her fingers! Pull her fingers! Pull her fingers!"

Taryn finally decided to play along as Gertrude outstretched her hand, all her fingers presented. "Hehe, start with my pinky, T." Gertrude giggled.

Up above, I felt a slight tugging, and Gertrude slightly leaned on my face before..

*PRRRROOoooooooTTTT!*

A small, sharp fart that had a smelly punch to it ripped across my face, instantly attacking my nostrils. Even if I wasn't a fart freak, I had no choice but to breathe this fetid gas in. Hmm.. Old pork. Seems like Gertrude had too many barbeque sandwiches as well.

"Hahaha! Ahh! I felt that one vibrate his entire face! I bet it stinks!~" Gertrude giggled.

In all honesty? Yeah it stunk. But you don't have shit on Taryn.

"Heh. Weak. Let's see if this finger is any better." Taryn said, before tugging on another one of Gertrude's fingers.

*BRRRRRPPPPPTTTTttttt!*

My face was hit yet again by another one of her hot, literally and figuratively, farts. This one was a lot thicker, carrying a musky stench. I shuddered a bit, still trying to struggle.

"Oooh, that one felt like it had some weight to it.. Mm, what do you think, Felix?" Gertrude asked, knowing damn well I couldn't answer as she bounced her ass on my face.

"Ooh! Can I sit on his face next!?" Wendy asked, excitedly.

What? No. NO. I began struggling more as a sign of my obvious concern.

"No, idiot. You'd crush his skull." Gertrude retorted, as she started to slowly, almost seductively rub her cheeks against my face. "Stay where you are. You're doing a great job, horse-butt."

I felt Wendy's weight get even heavier as she slumped down in sadness. "Aww, okay.."

Poor girl. It's a shame how she gets treated sometimes. But oh well.

"Alright, pull the next one!~" I heard Gertrude say. Expecting to get blasted by another one of her butt bombs, what I heard was eerily familiar, yet ominous.

*gggggRrrrrrruuuuuuglllleeee...*

"Mmmf.." I heard Taryn grunt. "Alright, G-Gerts, time's up. Move."

"What?! But you haven't even pulled all of m-"

"MOVE!" Taryn yelled, pushing her friend off of my face and replacing her. She stood over me, digging her thumbs into the sides of her jeans and began slowly pulling them down, revealing her black lace panties.

Oh. My. God. OH. MY. GOD.

"I'm gonna bust a god damn gut if I hold this in any longer..!" Taryn said in discomfort, sitting her booty on my face with a soft thud.

From this point on, everything was in slow motion. From Gertrude's complaining about still having gas for me, to Wendy's sadness about being too big to get in on the torture, and the gurgling of Taryn's stomach.

You could tell which one I was focused on.

Up above, Taryn leaned forward a little bit, biting her lip, as her cheeks parted just enough to let loose..

*PPPPPRRRRRROOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLtttttttts!!*

A fart that had smelled like it had held in for ages bursted out of Taryn's thick ass and splattered onto my face, and I felt her weight get heavier as she relaxed, sighing in relief.

"Ahhhhhh..." She breathed. "That felt so fucking... Hngg..*FRRRRRRRRRT!* mm.. good.."

Gertrude place a hand over her mouth as she fussed at her friend. "Holy crap, dude! That's rank as hell!" She started coughing, getting up and away from ground zero, which was my face. "I actually feel bad for the kid!"

Wendy giggled. "Hehe, it smells worse than my bathroom after taco night! I'm not supposed to have tacos! Or any meat for that matter!"

Taryn let out a sexy moan. "Guys, guys. Shhhh.. Moments like these require pure, relaxing, silence..~" I heard her strain again. Oh boy.

*BBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT!!*

*PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT!!*

*FFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTT!!*

*PPPPBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLTTTttttttsssss....*

Taryn, like some sort of farting goddess let loose four large, foul and downright rancid farts with the last one ending morphing into a toxic SBD. I was loosing my consciousness, fast, much like in the locker room. And before I knew it, I was out like a light. Defeated by her butt again.

But it was a fight I would gladly lose every time.

"See you at school tomorrow, bitch." I heard her say.

And I couldn't wait to see her either.

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KA-CLANK!

The obnoxious banging of the locker as it was closed shut and locked, along with the dreaded fidgeting of jean zippers and the shuffling of them as they were pulled down. I peered frightfully out of the locker slits, before two massive, tanned round orbs obscured my vision, blocking out the incoming light.

"I hope you're ready, Fenzington. Cafeteria was serving those god awful barbeque sandwiches and I ate about five of 'em. Either that or I was gonna starve.. Oof.."

ggggRrrrrghgggggllllleeee...

An ominous rumble made itself known as it echoed out from her boiling guts, and my heart rate accelerated. She was getting ready to blow.

"But the results of my choice of food will certainly make this afternoon quite enjoyable, don't you think?~" She giggled. Teasing bitch, just fuckin' fart already.

"Please, Taryn, lemme out! You already got me good this morning, I gotta be home soon!" I cried out, banging on the locker door. I was trying to sound as believable as possible and acted like what she was doing was the worst thing in the world.

"That was my eggs and protein shake gas that you sucked down this morning! THIS is my gross barbeque gas! Two different meals that requires two different ways of torture! You know how these things work, I've practically been doing this every day since last year! Shame on you, Felix! Always thinking about yourself and no one else!"

Jeez, Taryn. I can only get so hard.

"But enough talk. I really gotta fart.. Hnng!" I heard her grunt, her butthole ballooning out just enough for me to see it as it expelled a plume of her bowel fumes.

*BRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOmmmmmmPPPPPPOPLLLLLLTTTTTTT!!!*

My small, small enclosure was instantly over taken by the rotten stench of old pork and moldy barbeque sauce. It was horrible.

But it stunk so fuckin' good.

"Ahhhh, god damn. 'Twas a big one! Hehe, serves you right for making me hold it in while I was talkin' to your dumb ass!" She spat at me.

I coughed and choked on her fart, weakly banging on the door.

"Taryn, t-that's awful! That's worse than ever.. Please.. Let me out.."

That's right, Felix. Fake it 'til you make it.

"Are you suggesting that I eat that nasty barbeque EVERY day!?" Taryn dramatically gasped. "Felix! Are you sure about that? The effects that stuff will have on my tummy will most certainly have you dealing with my booty on a more frequent basis.. But if you insist~" Taryn chuckled, thinking her own sarcasm was soooooo hilarious.

Yes, Taryn. For the love of god, eat that stuff for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I'll pay for it. Hell, you already take my lunch money as it is.

"No, t-that's not what I meant!"

Yes, it was.

"Please, it stinks so bad, I want you to stop this!"

No, I didn't.

"Oooh, shut up, shut up, this next one feels really hot and heavy, probably an SBD. This is gonna feel amazing but I do NOT envy you, nerd!"

"Taryn, come on! Please!" I screamed, my hands in my pants, biting my lip. The drawn out sigh of relief she gave off was her releasing the end of my consciousness for the next hour or so. It was a disgusting, thick SBD that made my small space feel like a sauna in the middle of the desert, and if that sauna was caked in sulfer, diarrhea and rotten eggs.

I gagged and weakly called out as I heard her laugh at my misfortune.

Little did she know though, I was in heaven and she was an angel.
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"Kid.. Hey, kid.. Wake up.."

Something was poking me. What the hell is poking me?

*poke poke poke*

It feels hard and wooden. Like a.. Like uh..

*poke poke poke*

Broomstick. Fuck.

"I've got to clean this place up and you're kinda in my way. Can't you go home? Maybe take a shower too, you smell like a bowel movement." A old voice spoke to me. No doubt the janitor.

*poke poke poke*

"Okay, okay.. I get it.." I waved my hand around like I was trying to swat away a fly. I opened my eyes up, the lights of the locker room piercing them. I was on the floor, staring back into the eyes of Janitor.

I blinked.

He blinked.

I looked down..

And noticed that my hand was wrist-deep in my jeans, with a wet spot formed around my crotch. Fuckin' hell.

"It-It isn't what it looks like, sir! I was just-just erm.. Uhh-"

"Jerking off?" The janitor said, raising his eyebrow.

"N-No, never! I-I uhm.. Listen.. Sigh. Please don't write me up." I huffed, reaching down to pick up my belongings, not wanting to look this man in the eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Write you up? Kid, I'm the janitor. Writing kids up ain't my job. You get chur stuff and skedaddle and act like this never happened. Makes my job easier and yours.." He trailed off. "I am confused as to why you decided to 'do the deed' in here though. Not very.. Ideal if you ask me. Ya know, cause shit like this happens."

I stood up, adjusting my back-pack on my shoulders and exhaled stressfully. "It's a long story.."

"Say no more. But, long story or not, let's try to keep intimate moments for our right hand at home, okay?" He spoke to me, beginning to sweep the floor. I nodded back to him.

"Now, go on, get. Before someone walks in here and thinks I'm a pedophile. Go on!" He gestured toward the door and I didn't hesitate to obey him.

"Weird ass kids.." The janitor grumbled.
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My name is Felix Fenzington. The Second. I'm a student at Kinkster High, one of the most renown High Schools in the country, founded by my father, Felix Fenzington, the first. It's home to many different individuals from all shapes and sizes, most likely you'll meet them on my daily adventures.

Most of 'em are good folks. Key word is "most."
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As I scurried out of the locker room, the final bell for dismissal had already rung long ago. Kinkster was a ghost town, and I didn't intend to stay any longer than I had to. I sped walk like it was going out of style, turning the corner that led toward the exit an-

"OOF!"

"UGH!"

I had walked clean into someone's forehead, causing both of us to stumble and fall backwards onto the ground.

I rubbed my head, cringing in pain as I stood up to identify who the hell I just hit. "Ouch.. Erm, sorry about that, I was just in a hur- wait.. Frankie? What are you still doing here?"

Frankie, a.. Fellow nerd of mine rubbed her head slowly before searching around and finding her glasses that I had unintentionally knocked off. She picked them up, blowing on the lenses and sliding them onto her face, looking up at me and blinking. She smiled.

"Oh, uhm.. T-Taryn was having a bit of a tummy ache and so she forc- uh, I mean.. I volunteered to help her. Which has kinda made me one of the last to leave the school, but hey! Gotta help your friends, right?" She chuckled nervously. Bless her heart.

"Frankie, that isn't helping. She's bullying you. Because ya know, she doesn't like you?" I reached my hand down to help her up, getting her onto her feet. "That's helping. Because I'm actually your friend."

Frankie dusted herself off, re-adjusting her backpack. "Taryn's my friend too, she's just.. *UUUuuuurp* m-mean sometimes. She said I was one of the best fart sniffers in the school!" Frankie explained, trying to prove her point.

Huh? Taryn called her one of the best fart sniffers? What the fuck!? Has she completely forgotten ABOUT ME!? For a whole year, I always ate her farts like a champ and she's never said anything like that to me!

Probably because I acted like I didn't like it as a way to feed her torturous personality and to egg her on even further, but that's beside the point. I never got any compliments. Fuck.

"That's not something you should take seriously or be proud of, Frankie. She picks on you because you're weak and will blindly follow every order she gives you.." I explained.

Just like me. But my fate was by.. Choice. Frankie just wanted to fit in.

"I'm not *uuuuurp* weak! I've been eating a lot and before you know it, I'll be as thick as Taryn! Just give me a couple months or.. A year or *urrrp* t-two.." Frankie looked down in sadness, before getting a glow of excitement. "Can you imagine, Felix!? Taryn actually having me around in her possie of gas-passing.. *uuuuuurp!* misfits!? I'll rule the school by her side!"

I sighed. This girl was insane. But.. She was one of the few real friends I had around this place.

Frankie was timid and shy, but had been coming out of her shell the more she obsessed about Taryn. She was a rather small girl, shorter than me, with a face full of freckles, pale skin, big square glasses, and crimson red hair that was always done up in a prissy bun. Her body was humble and a bit plain, but her womanly features weren't half bad at all. Nice perky breasts and a cute booty. Today she was in a simple, pretty white v-neck with a pair of black, tight leggings that really brought out her legs. I never knew why she was picked on as much as she was. If I wasn't absolutely in love with Taryn, then maybe..

*buuuuUUUUUUROOOOP!* "Ughh, hehe. 'Scuse me."

...Did I mention she burps like a slob?

"I think that soda is bothering me a lot more than I *euuuUuurp!* anticipated. Oh well. I wonder if I have another. I'm getting thirsty again.."

Because she does. It's.. Kinda hot. But I digress. I knew where my heart was.

I rolled my eyes at Frankie and began walking past her toward the exit, and she soon began to follow.

"Hey! Hey!" I heard her call, and her footsteps behind me. "We still up for tonight? I'm still trying to reach diamond in Overwatch and could really use your hand. I don't wanna.. *Uuuurrrp* Solo que."

I shrugged as I kept walking. "I'll probably be on tonight so I'll hit you up."

"Sounds good, just lemme know!" She chirped as we both went our separate ways out of the entrance doors. As she walked away from me, I heard her let out another monstrous burp and curse about soda. That's Frankie for ya.
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The walk home was boring as usual. The zooming of cars as I walked on the sidewalk was somewhat relaxing, as weird as that was. And now that I think about it, I'm starting to regret leaving my earphones at home. Oh well.

I kept walking, turning a corner where there was a hiking trail that led to one of the local parks. I paid it no mind..

Until I was pulled off of the sidewalk and into a secluded brush area.

Adrenaline shot through my body as I tried to escape my attacker, the phrase "Oh my god, what the fuck" racing in my mind over and over. Their hands were..

Slimy. Like really slimy. Almost as if they were a fuckin'.. God dammit.

"Hey! Freckles was right, this is that dumb Felix kid!" A voice called out, as if were talking to others. My attacker revealed themselves, and as no surprise to me, it was Gertrude.

She bent down, smiling in my face as she giggled. "Oh, thought a walk home would be easy? Think again."

Gertrude was.. To simply put it, a girl.. Made out of goo or slime. A goo girl. Or as I liked to call her..

"What the fuck do you want, slime slut?" I growled at her.

Gertrude raised both of her eyebrows as if she wasn't surprised that I had called her that. She was a weird one, her whole body being composed of a green gooey substance, almost like jello. Her.. Hair.. Was short and stopped around the top of her neck. She was probably one of the curviest females I knew, but I'm not sure it counted considering what she was. Huge, nice thick ass that she managed to squeeze into some black basketball shorts and an even tighter, black t-shirt that barely kept her big D-Cup boobs in check. She was a looker, that was for sure. But in my current situation, I could care less.

"Your little nerd friend texted Taryn your usual route to getting home. So we decided to pop in and say hey, wassup, hello." She explained, snickering.

Taryn? Taryn was here?! Oh my god, WHERE!?

"Frankie?! Frankie told you where I was!? Dude.." I thought to myself. Why would she do that? To get cred with Taryn and her friends?

Gertrude nodded. "Yeah, I think that's her name. Or some shit. Anyway, Taryn said she wasn't quite done with you and wanted you to spend some more quality time with her butt. I'll probably get in on this too, Fartzington."

Fuck you, Frankie. I mean.. Thank you, Frankie.

"What!?" I acted dumbfounded and terrified. "No! Taryn and you guys have farted on me enough! I just wanna go home!" I cried. Hehe.

Gertrude looked up and behind her. "Hear that guys? He just wants to go home!"

Out from the brush like some sort of movie, stepped Taryn and another one of her lackeys, Wendy.

Sigh. Wendy was a fuckin' centaur.

"Taryn!" I shouted. "Tell your stupid friend to let me go!" Hmm. I wonder what her response to this would be.

Taryn giggled, shaking her head. I didn't get to see her full appearance because she shoved me in a god damn locker, but FUCK! She was the woman of my dreams. She was a tanned, sexy latina with these tight jeans that really pronounced her thighs and ass. She wore an orange shirt with a crown in the middle of it, it made it easy to see with her exaggerated tits. She was hot in every sense of the word.

"Let you go?" She cooed. "I can't remember a single time where I took an order from you, fucker."

Ahh. Oh, Taryn. Never change.

"Hehe, that's funny!" Wendy giggled. Wendy was weird. Not because she was a centaur, but because she was kind of a dope. I think her stupidity led to some sort of undying loyalty for Taryn, and every clique needs a member that fills the "muscle" role. Whatever.

"Everything is funny to you, horse-butt." Gertrude gestured toward Wendy. Wendy was most definitely the biggest out of all three of them(duh) and was probably the most innocent. Her.. Human half was actually very pretty, at least to me. She had this long, black, shaggy unkept hair that always look like she just woke up. For some reason, I found it cute. Her hair always covered her right eye. She wore a pink tank top, and she never wore a bra. Like, ever.

Made gym class a lot more enjoyable when she's trotting laps, ya get me? God, I'm a fuckin' pervert.

"Anyway, Fartzington." Taryn started toward me with that lame-ass insult. "I started feeling a little gassy again and I began to realize how much I missed you."

Aww, babe. I missed you too.

"You're disgusting, aren't there any others you could go pick on!? For like a day!?" I half-yelled.

Taryn chuckled. "Of course there are, but I mean.." She bit her lip seductively as she walked over toward me. "No one takes it quite like you do.~"

Best. Day. Ever.

"Wait, what does th-GAH!" I was interrupted as Taryn violently pushed me down, my thoughts all over the place and before I could even react, Wendy sat her fat horse ass right on my waist, pinning the lower half of my body and rendering me immobile. I screamed in pain as I was not ready for this much weight to come crashing down.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH! F-FUCK! G-GET OFF, HOLY SHIT! I THINK YOU BROKE MY L-LEGS!" I cried out in agony.

"Hrrrmmmm.." Wendy hummed. She began wiggling her butt on top of me, squishing me even more. "Nah, I don't think your legs are broken. They don't feel like it at least. I'd know, I accidently done it to someone before. Sorry!~" Wendy giggled.

Gertrude laughed. "Any harder though and he woulda been half-pancake!"

"Pancakes!?" Wendy shouted. "Where!?"

Gertrude rolled her eyes. "No, you dummy, I meant.." She sighed. "Fuck you."

I still weakly squirmed underneath, trying to look like I still had at least 50% of my strength left.

"Ooh! Look at him squirm! Taryn, come on, let me get him first!" Gerturde begged.

Taryn thought for a moment, placing her hand on her stomach before giving her approval. "Fine, but don't be all day."

"Hell yeah! Hey, Felix.." Gertrude stood over my head with her back facing toward Wendy as she dropped her gargantuan ass right on my face, my world going black and squishy.

"Damn," Gertrude breathed. "Kid's gotta comfy face, I can see why he's your favorite, T." Gertrude laughed, smearing her soft, doughy ass all over my face, making it extremely difficult for me to breathe, coupled with the fact that there was half a horse on top of me too.

"Yeah.." I heard Taryn agree. "Out of everyone else, He's my favorite little bitch."

...

in yoUR FUCKING FACE, FRANKIE! HAHAHAHAHAHAH

"I see now. Oh! Wait! Hey, Taryn! Taryn! Pull muh fingers!" Gertrude begged.

Taryn sighed in annoyance. "Why? Just fucking let loose on his face, Gerts. I don't have time for probably the oldest fart joke in the book."

I felt Gertrude bounce her ass on top of my face, as if she were throwing a tantrum. "Tarynnnnnn! Come on, it'll be funny!"

Yeah, Taryn. It'll be.. Funny. Pull the poor girl's fingers.

"Yeah!" Wendy spoke in. "Pull her fingers! Pull her fingers! Pull her fingers!"

Taryn finally decided to play along as Gertrude outstretched her hand, all her fingers presented. "Hehe, start with my pinky, T." Gertrude giggled.

Up above, I felt a slight tugging, and Gertrude slightly leaned on my face before..

*PRRRROOoooooooTTTT!*

A small, sharp fart that had a smelly punch to it ripped across my face, instantly attacking my nostrils. Even if I wasn't a fart freak, I had no choice but to breathe this fetid gas in. Hmm.. Old pork. Seems like Gertrude had too many barbeque sandwiches as well.

"Hahaha! Ahh! I felt that one vibrate his entire face! I bet it stinks!~" Gertrude giggled.

In all honesty? Yeah it stunk. But you don't have shit on Taryn.

"Heh. Weak. Let's see if this finger is any better." Taryn said, before tugging on another one of Gertrude's fingers.

*BRRRRRPPPPPTTTTttttt!*

My face was hit yet again by another one of her hot, literally and figuratively, farts. This one was a lot thicker, carrying a musky stench. I shuddered a bit, still trying to struggle.

"Oooh, that one felt like it had some weight to it.. Mm, what do you think, Felix?" Gertrude asked, knowing damn well I couldn't answer as she bounced her ass on my face.

"Ooh! Can I sit on his face next!?" Wendy asked, excitedly.

What? No. NO. I began struggling more as a sign of my obvious concern.

"No, idiot. You'd crush his skull." Gertrude retorted, as she started to slowly, almost seductively rub her cheeks against my face. "Stay where you are. You're doing a great job, horse-butt."

I felt Wendy's weight get even heavier as she slumped down in sadness. "Aww, okay.."

Poor girl. It's a shame how she gets treated sometimes. But oh well.

"Alright, pull the next one!~" I heard Gertrude say. Expecting to get blasted by another one of her butt bombs, what I heard was eerily familiar, yet ominous.

*gggggRrrrrrruuuuuuglllleeee...*

"Mmmf.." I heard Taryn grunt. "Alright, G-Gerts, time's up. Move."

"What?! But you haven't even pulled all of m-"

"MOVE!" Taryn yelled, pushing her friend off of my face and replacing her. She stood over me, digging her thumbs into the sides of her jeans and began slowly pulling them down, revealing her black lace panties.

Oh. My. God. OH. MY. GOD.

"I'm gonna bust a god damn gut if I hold this in any longer..!" Taryn said in discomfort, sitting her booty on my face with a soft thud.

From this point on, everything was in slow motion. From Gertrude's complaining about still having gas for me, to Wendy's sadness about being too big to get in on the torture, and the gurgling of Taryn's stomach.

You could tell which one I was focused on.

Up above, Taryn leaned forward a little bit, biting her lip, as her cheeks parted just enough to let loose..

*PPPPPRRRRRROOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLtttttttts!!*

A fart that had smelled like it had held in for ages bursted out of Taryn's thick ass and splattered onto my face, and I felt her weight get heavier as she relaxed, sighing in relief.

"Ahhhhhh..." She breathed. "That felt so fucking... Hngg..*FRRRRRRRRRT!* mm.. good.."

Gertrude place a hand over her mouth as she fussed at her friend. "Holy crap, dude! That's rank as hell!" She started coughing, getting up and away from ground zero, which was my face. "I actually feel bad for the kid!"

Wendy giggled. "Hehe, it smells worse than my bathroom after taco night! I'm not supposed to have tacos! Or any meat for that matter!"

Taryn let out a sexy moan. "Guys, guys. Shhhh.. Moments like these require pure, relaxing, silence..~" I heard her strain again. Oh boy.

*BBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT!!*

*PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT!!*

*FFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTT!!*

*PPPPBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLTTTttttttsssss....*

Taryn, like some sort of farting goddess let loose four large, foul and downright rancid farts with the last one ending morphing into a toxic SBD. I was loosing my consciousness, fast, much like in the locker room. And before I knew it, I was out like a light. Defeated by her butt again.

But it was a fight I would gladly lose every time.

"See you at school tomorrow, bitch." I heard her say.

And I couldn't wait to see her either.