Chapter #5Began farting again by: Tigataga   Matt smirks as he goes to sit back down on the sofa, shaking his hips with every step and making sure to let rip a loud, gassy blast before he sat himself back on the cushions. You found yourself inhaling the scent as it floated over to you. Thinking back to how often you'd reacted with disgust every time you caught the smell of your friend's farts, it didn't seem like that to you now, as you inhaled this particular fart, it felt like you were floating on a stinky cloud nine. You caught yourself though, still doing all you could to push away the sudden notion that Matt's farts were somewhat arousing, but the potion was acting really fast!
"You just gonna stand there man?" Matt called over with a smirk as he wiggled his butt back into his cushion. You remained still for a few moments as you looked down at the couch, the fabric he was sitting on had to of held that gloriously stinky ass every day for so long, taking every single blast of his gas, it had to of stunk of the man's flatulence. You wandered over slowly and took a seat. As you did, you heard another tell tale FRRRRRRP, Matt again letting loose his gas. The smell hit you almost instantly, it was still a horrid smell, but something about it just seemed to hit some nerves in you, it was almost erotic! "Damn man, must've gotten jipped on that potion," he said nonchalantly, obviously faking that he didn't know, your fidgeting was a tell tale sign though.
"Ah well, want a proper drink this time?" Matt asked, looking at you expectantly as you hesitantly nod. As he gets up, you find yourself staring at that noticeably bouncy backside that your friend owned, watching it wiggle as he headed back through to the kitchen. You did your best to resist following as he let out a quiet toot, the smell not as assaulting as before but it made you want more. You weren't going to give in though, no matter how much this potion took over. Perhaps you could find a way to deal with this new addiction without Matt finding out and lording it over you?
The cushion! You snap your head around to stare at your stinky friend's favourite spot. The noticeable butt print in the fabric was perfect as you again thought about how often he'd sat there, gassing the room up but that particular space would take the brunt of it. You didn't think twice, you slammed your face into the cushion and breathed deeply. God it was so good, the stink that it had soaked up from years of your friend's ass was blissful. You let out a soft groan as you inhaled again, that stink just so amazing!
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