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You're a teenage girl who is at the mercy of your siblings, who are very gassy.
This choice: Challenging you to a wrestling match, loser is winners fart slave!  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

Stinkface match! Taylor vs. Jamie.

    by: hotpocketshogun Author IconMail Icon
"Hey little siss," Taylor greets you before squatting over your face. The ambient stench of sweat and ass you smelt when you walked through the door was magnified tenfold when his cheeks were spread over your face. You hear a low rumbling from his butt and whimper as you realize what was about to happen. You tried to hold your breath as a huge, thick eggy fart blew out of his ass onto your face.

"Nah-ah," Taylor chuckled, "sniff it up!" He drops his butt onto your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. You instinctively gasp, sucking in much of his still-lingering fart cloud. The stench was unbearable! It brought tears to your eyes and singed your nose hairs, forcing you to cough and choke. "That's better!" Taylor laughs.

"Why do you do that?" you ask, still coughing, "you know I hate it when you do that!"

"Because it's fun!" Taylor laughs, "but it is kinda unsporting farting on you when you're all tied up." He strokes his chin in thought as you continue to choke on his fart. His eyes suddenly light up with an idea. "How about i give you a fighting chance? You and me play a game and the loser has to be the other's fart slave." You didn't like the sound of it; he was up to something, but it was far better than enduring his gas like a trapped animal.

"Ok," you say after another cough, "what's the game?" Taylor grins devilishly.

"Wrestling," he answers, "my favorite rules: stinkface pin for ten seconds." He cackles evilly. Your heart dropped. Taylor was nearly twice your size and wrestled for a living...or rather he was good enough at it to hilariously beat you in a match. Still, you had no other chance. You nod.

"Ok, I'll wrestle you, just untie me," you say.

"Remember: if i win, the you are my fart slave," he said with his venomous grin. You gulped and nodded. He untied you and...
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