As you walked along the sidewalk, dodging the neverending stampede of towering behemoths clad in the most absurdly skimpy bikinis, you happened to walk past a small, trashy looking building. Suffering from years of neglect and lack of proper cleaning. Above the entrance was a sign which read. "Fatima's Farting Funhouse." and beneath it on the same sign read "The Diarrhea Delight".
This caught your attention, but what made you intrigued was the woman standing by the entrance. A towering, caucasian lady with an excessively pear-shaped body, her massive hips stretching further than the opening. Long, straight blonde hair which reached to her rear, and thick rimmed sunglasses. She was also wearing a one-piece slingshot bikini designed to conceal as little skin as possible, with her top just barely covering her nipples, while the dangerously thin strings dug deeply into her skin. Her flabby thigs prevented people to discover how little of her nether regions that her bikini managed to cover.
Though unlike the other shop owners, Fatima wasn't shouting or beckoning customers to enter. In fact, she had a deeply concerned expression on her face while she kept biting her nails.
Being the considerate gentleman that you are, you approached her, soon realizing your short height only reached halfway up her thigh. With a quick gulp, you extended your arm and nudged her leg. "Ma'am, is everything alright? Do you need help?" You calmly asked.
Fatima lowered her shades and glanced at you. "Oh it's horrible. Absolutely horrible." She howled as she burried her face in her palms. "It's the busiest day of the week, and I'm missing one industrial-strength fart absorber." She sighed, "My fine establishment is known for serving the most potent gut-busting, pucker-punching, sharthole-slappin' food in town." She sniveled and wiped her eyes. "And that's only because my fart absorbers allow my customers to systematically and endlessly pump their meaty fartholes against the cushions and unleash their pent-up gas into them, without having to bother about the smell."
Oh, damn. That really sucks, wish there was something I could do to help." You responded, quite frankly caught by surprise by her venting. With a slight sniff, Fatima grasped her hands around your frame and lifted you into the air with no effort whatsoever, her saddened face instantly shifting into a wide, beaming smile. "R-really? You mean that?" She licked her plump lips as she eyed your embarassingly small frame up and down. "Oh my gosh, thank you soo much. You really saved my sweet booty!" She squealed as she brought you inside without a seconds notice.
As you made it past the frame of Fatima's Farting Funhouse. You were immediately struck by the disgusting stench of rotting sewage and taco sharts, the wretched and vile odor being worse than anything you've experienced before. But it was accompanied by a searing heatwave which washed over you, almost instantaneously causing you to sweat as you abruptly lost your ability to breathe from the shock.
Holding you beneath her arm, Fatima approached the counter where she served the food to her customers, and infront was 5 excessively wide chairs designed to withold the crushing weight of their massive rears. Staring at the surfaces which might as well have been tables to you, you couldn't miss the inhumane abuse they've been through. Brown streaks which you thought could only exist inside a toilet, pre flushing. And litteral lakes of buttsweat, and each one could potentially drown you.
All of the chairs had some form of extra padding on it's center, obviously being the fart absorber, you noticed that the one seat missing one was also the one who had been subjected to the most abuse.
As Fatima neared the chair, she roughly dropped you on the floor and squatted down infront of you. "So..." She took a short pause and bit her lower lip. "How would you like to... Work here full-time as a fart absorber? It pays very well, and of course you'll have some perks and whatnot."
You really didn't know what to say, you've never even heard of a fart absorber before. How would it even work for you to be one? Partially because of confusion, and intrigue, you casually shrugged. "Sure, I guess... I could give it a tr---"
Fatima swiftly interrupted you as she undid a latch on the solid base of the chair and opened it up, revealing an electic engine beneath a wooden plank, and claiming the remaining space was a massive ball of cotton which bulged out of the chair as soon as she opened it. Wiping a blob of drool from the corner of her lip, she'd coo "Mnh... Such a good boy~♥" With that, she kicked her leg and punted you against the opening. With her foot pressing against your backside, she forcefully pressed your small body against the ball of fluff as you eventually found your body submerging into it, and as you sunk deeper and deeper, your face eventually slapped against the thin, red layer of fabric which was the actual cushion. Fatima continued to push the excess cotton into the chair, having to pack it tighter due to the addition of one small boy. The sheer pressure continued to press your face against the laughably thin layer which was so taut and flimsy, it barely made a difference at all, and to think this would be the only protection between your face and Fatima's notorious customers.
Hearing your new boss close and lock the latch, she leaned over the seat and stared at her new fart absorber with a full grin. "Oh, your face couldn't have possibly been more perfectly centered." She snorted.
You couldn't move a single muscle, your face was pressed to firmly against the seat that Fatima could see your nose poking out like a sore tumor. "Oh wow, this one even comes with a built in butthole scratcher!" She shrieked with joy. "You know, if I squint my eyes, I can almost kinda see your face. How's the view from down there?"
Unfortunately, even though Fatima's ruthless pushing had caused your mouth to gape wide open, and in a frozen state. You were unable to respond with anything but weak and silent gurgles. Though you could see her, and everything around her perfectly clear.
1. Quality Check.
With a few more minutes before she has to open. Fatima decides to make sure her new fart slurper works as intended, with a small roleplay. Hopefully she won't take it too far.
2. Spoiled Brat.
A spoiled 12 year old enters with her mom. Constantly whining and demanding that she gets to eat whatever she wants.
3. Big Mama.
Your own mother enters the shack, seems like your first order of business is to make sure you can keep your mom's farthole satisfied.
4. Big Betty, The Behemoth.
Fatima's closest friend and most frequent regular. It was her farts that completely destroyed the previous fart absorber. Let's see if you're an upgrade.
5. Double Trouble. (Reserved)
Kim, your girlfriends mother, enters along with Annie, her 4 year old baby sister. Kim was wearing a daringly short miniskirt, making a futile attempt to conceal the fact that she wasn't wearing any bottoms. And Annie, being just a small toddler, was walking around fully nude.
Even though you've always loved the potent stench your girlfriend could produce. Her younger sister was a monster in comparison. Wherever she went, she always left behind a destructive path of potent butt stenches and excessive diarrhea. But Kim was in a different league entirely, her taco sharts are so potent that even your mom and sister had issues when they were over for dinner.
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