Assman was dazed from the force of the Gassassin’s powerful flatulence, he was powerless to do anything, but that was only the beginning of his trouble as the Gassassin continued let farts fly in his face, choking him. “Haha! How does it feel, Assman? Stinks, doesn’t it?” He groaned, “Why are you doing this?”
Gassassin pulled the hero from between his fat cheeks, and stuffed him between the asses of two of his fat henchman, who continued farting on him. “Simple Assman, I’m gonna make it so you can never fart again!” He laughed evilly as the weak Assman glared at him, contempt in his eyes, “You’ll… never… get away with it…”
Gassassin sneered at the fallen hero, “Oh, but I will, and with this-“ He pulled out a raygun device, “Your days as a hero are numbered!” Assman tried to escape, but more of the henchmen approached, still releasing potent, pungent farts like no tomorrow and suffocating him.
Gassassin aimed his beam at the trapped Assman, who was helpless from the overwhelming stench of the many farting men, their powerful butt blasts keeping him pinned down. “Now Assman, say goodbye to your career as a ‘hero’” Gassassin sneered as he pulled the trigger. “N-Nooo!” Assman yelled, but it was too late, the beam struck him.
Instantly, Assman felt that all his energy had been drained. He couldn’t move. It was like his bones had turned to jelly. Fat, gassy henchman surrounded the hero, toxic butt bombs becoming too much to bear, but he couldn’t resist anymore. His arms were limp. His jaw was slick. His eyes glazed over, barely aware of the world. “Don’t worry, the energy loss is only temporary.” Gassassin smirked. “But I want you to be surprised when you see the full effects of this gun.” He walked over, and dropped his pants, exposing his huge, powerful bubble butt in full.
“I believe we must part for now Assman. I’ll see you later though, I hope.” He grinned as his stomach churned. A wave of hot, stinky gas bombarded Assman in his face, finally knocking him unconscious. It was the worst fart he’d ever smelled.
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Assman groggily woke up in the alleyway. The Gassassin and his goons were nowhere to be seen. “Glad that’s over.” He groaned as he sat up. He made a note to try and find out about the Gassassin, and what affect the beam had had on him.
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