Farts

George had been athletic ever since he had been able to walk; however unlike most boys he wasn’t interested in a sport or building muscle, his thing was all about endurance and pushing his body to the limits. It had started with running marathons, training and pushing himself until he was able to run miles without his body giving up on him. Soon that wasn’t enough and swimming took over as he swam across lakes and rivers doing anything to get to the very limits of his fitness. Triathlons were next, his body having to train to master all three sports, George was pretty successful at these winning more than a few competitions but still it wasn’t enough, he knew he could push himself further which is what led him to mountain climbing. The strength, determination and the bravery to scale sheer cliff faces, to trek up miles with limited oxygen and the endurance and resilience to deal with all the different weather nature could throw at him truly required everything his body had and George loved it… for a while but soon that became too easy as well. George had just come back from Africa after scaling Kilimanjaro and while he had trained at his hardest for months, when it came to the actual mountain climbing it was almost no challenge at all. It seemed that nothing could challenge him anymore and that’s why the green smoke was lurking nearby.

Having just finished yet another one of his gruelling workouts, George was taking a picture for his social media; he had built up quite following after all of his sporting achievements. Once the gym pic was uploaded he watched as the comments poured in, all of them variations on the same thing ‘What are you doing next?’ ‘What’s you next challenge’ ‘Can’t wait to see what you’ll do next’. George sighed as he read the comments, truthfully he didn’t know what he was going to do next at his current fitness level everything that seemed available was now trivial, the only things left were either super expensive or life threatening and while George was all about pushing himself to the max he wasn’t going to risk his life.  George walked back and sat on the bench in the locker room, as he began searching for new fitness activities on his phone he became more depressed at his lack of direction and didn’t notice a slither of green smoke snake across the floor.

“I wish there something out there that would push me to my very limits. Something that would challenge me beyond anything else, something that would make me work harder than I have ever done before.”  George said scrolling through his phone, while the trickster was all too happy to oblige. The slither of green smoke darted up from the floor and hit George on the forehead, the force sending him backwards onto the bench and making him drop his phone. George had no time to react as he flew backwards all he could muster was a surprised yelp as his head hit the bench and he fell unconscious.

George woke up suddenly, his unplanned slumber disturbed by large pounding thuds. George’s immediate reaction was to sit up and investigate the terrifying sound but as he tried to move his muscles he quickly found them unresponsive. George started to panic as the sound got louder and closer, while his body remained frozen all he could do was stare upwards at the locker room ceiling. George tried to let out a frightened whimper but he soon realised that no sound was produced by his body, what had happened to him? Had he been drugged? Was this an attacker or assailant coming to torture him or was it much worse? He thought back to his aching head, could he be paralysed? Could he be hurt? George was frantic as he tried to piece together what had happened, his anxiety made worse by the approaching pummelling that was now starting to make his body shake. His body shook at each loud petrifying crash, George’s mind was racing as he thought the worst; was it an earthquake, was the building collapsing? George half expected the ceiling he was staring at to come crashing down on top of him as the banging got closer but George was relieved, shocked and confused when the sound stopped and something else came into view.

George was more puzzled than everything else as he looked up and saw Boris, a bodybuilder that was a regular at the gym staring down at him. The ginormous brute was covered in sweat and George got an awful gust of musky B.O wash over him as the muscular behemoth stood so close to him. George found it hard to focus as the smell seemed so much stronger than usual, while his eyes struggled to take in all of the burly man. For some strange reason Boris looked absolutely gargantuan , while Boris was big, standing at six foot and weighing 300 pounds of muscle and fat, to George he looked like giant. His lumbering body seemed to dwarf George, the bodybuilder’s huge pecs and slight muscle gut casting a shadow over George blocking his view upwards.  George immediately tried to signal Boris but still found his mouth useless and his body paralysed. George started to become anxious again as the gigantic bodybuilder started to move around him, his footsteps causing the terrifying thudding that made George shake. Why wasn’t Boris helping him? Couldn’t he see him? And why was he so big all of a sudden?  It was only when he saw Boris smile and a now titanic sized hand reached down towards him that George realised something that made him shriek, Boris wasn’t big, he was small.

It was an incredibly odd feeling being lifted up by an oversized, sweaty mitt of a Russian bodybuilder, George almost felt weightless as he felt his body being moved upwards, he may have even enjoyed it if the circumstances were difference. However, now as George was still coming to terms with the fact he was completely paralysed, had somehow shrunk to a size that could easily be picked up and was now in the palm of a very sweaty and very smelly bodybuilder, he found himself absolutely petrified. George was brought up to Boris’s face which now looked planet sized to the tiny frozen George, he couldn’t help but shiver in fear as the Russian bodybuilder let out a creepy smile and chuckle, his dank, hot breath making George gag. George watched horrified as the bodybuilder let out revolting burp before he grasped George in both of his giant hands. George almost felt sick as he felt his entire body and face stretch and strain as the bodybuilder pulled at his shrunken body; it felt unnatural what was happening to him. George hadn’t really noticed while on the bench but his body didn’t feel right, his legs and hands felt longer and were forced behind his face, his ass felt larger and his face felt almost squished but all of this was amplified as the muscular gorilla pulled and extended his tiny body. George was then taken by surprise as he felt like he was falling but in reality Boris was pulling him down. George gasped in shock as for a brief moment he was given a full tour of the bodybuilder’s body including his fat cock as he was moved down. George then recoiled in disgusted as the odour of sweaty, cheesy feet surrounded him and he saw a giant hairy, damp foot come towards him. George wanted to scream, he would be crushed by the ginormous sour smelling sole but somehow he was saved as the disgusting foot raced past his face and landed behind him and soon the other foot followed suit. George was so confused and terrified; he still felt the giant’s hands on his small body but couldn’t work out why he had stepped over him? George was even more terrified when he felt he body being pulled upwards again, except this time when he was moving he felt his body grazing alongside something, something hairy, thick and sweaty. George felt his tiny body start to strain the more he was pulled upwards, his tiny limbs stretching, his face thinning and his senses stimulated.  George’s nose started to wrinkle as a foul smell started to waft over him and it was only getting stronger as he was pulled higher. The stench was so disgusting, so nasty and fetid that it took a while for George to recall where he had smelt it before but once he realised what the stink was he began screaming as the events that had led him to this moment all started to make sense. George wailed as the smell of unwashed, swampy, poorly wiped ass barrelled closer, while his body became painfully stretched and the back of his head came into contact with two large, warm damp mounds of fat and muscle. George was frantic as he prayed that was he was experiencing wasn’t true, that it was impossible, that this all had to be some fucked up nightmare but with one final pull upwards George wailed as he realised that he may be living a nightmare but it was very real. With a sickening squelch George felt his body wedge itself deep between, the two colossal sweaty, filthy butt cheeks of a Russian bodybuilder and immediately his body went into sensory overload.

George was yelling and shrieking as he was forced to endure the up close smell of a bodybuilder’s squalid, swampy ass, the raw unfiltered stench of dried out filth and days old sweat was so overpowering that it almost couldn’t be comprehended. In his shrunken stated George was swallowed by the massive, moist cheeks and the pulsing butthole behind him felt larger than a car meaning the smell was amplified to the point where George was finding it hard not to scream out in disgust. To add to his torment his little body was now stretched close to breaking point, his arms and legs felt like they were going to snap, his ass now felt like it had something thick and hairy pushing into it and his face was being relentlessly squashed between that massive hairy glutes. George screeched as his suffering continued as the bulky, slumbering, muscle gorilla began to walk. With each step the huge, jiggling, smelly butt cheeks would move grinding George’s tiny, pathetic body between the two mounds of reeking muscle and along the oily, revolting asshole.

George felt nauseous as he body was squashed and tossed around by the lumbering steps of the mountainous bodybuilder. The movement of the cheeks warmed them up making them sweat more creating a humid, musky environment meaning the smell of swampy, grubby ass was intensified and prolonged much to George’s disgust.  When Boris did finally stop moving George was greeted with a horrifying and humiliating sight, his own reflection. In the grotty gym bathroom Boris was busy preparing to take selfies of himself and this gave George the opportunity to finally see what he had become. George stared at the tragic, cheap, strained grey thong that was securely wrapped around the body and butt cheeks of a sweaty, reeking bodybuilder, his mind struggling to believe that the unfortunate garment was now him. George felt himself beginning to sob as he looked at his new wretched body, there was no markings, no features, no anything, nothing that could identify him as human man. No one would ever look at him and see a person, no one would ever see him and try to rescue him from his smelly place between two ass cheeks and no one would ever look twice at the stained, rancid, offensive garment out of sheer disgust. There was no hope for him at all.

George was about to start crying when an enormous, terrifying rumble echoed above him, the growling sending shivers of fear directly to George’s core. However, Geroge wasn’t frightened of the menacing, evil sounding noise that reverberated around him; no he was scared of what would come next. See Boris had a nickname at this gym, a nickname that was well earned, respected, feared and disgusted. See a bodybuilder needs to consume an ungodly amount of protein in order to grow and maintain their muscles and physique, Boris was no different except for perhaps the fact that Boris consumed way more protein than he needed.  This vast amount of protein meant it played havoc with Boris’s stomach and gut leading to a very nasty side effect. As the rumble grew louder and nearer George began to bawl as he remembered Boris’s nickname, Boris ‘Boomer’ Bykov. Then like the sonic boom of an aircraft flying overhead, Boris unleashed the loudest, wettest, most powerful booming protein fart directly into George. George wailed in distress as the toxic ass blast washed over him like thick, stinking mud, the fart invading his tiny mind. The smell was clammy, dense and putrid and to a person at a regular size it would have made them gag but for George it was like a living hell. The fart burned as the smell seemed to seep into his new fabric body, engraining itself in his threading and torturing George for longer. It must have taken at least ten minutes for the fart to finally start to disperse for George, being so close to toxic fume spewing asshole meant he couldn’t escape from that smell as more would slowly seep from the filthy, slimy hole. George had barely recovered when another booming, groaning fart echoed out of his cavernous, odorous asshole causing George to experience the nightmare all over again, his screaming doing nothing to stop the pervading smell of rotten ass oozing into his very being. After another few farts and another tortuous walk back to the locker room, George was exhausted his body had been stretched to its limits, his senses were still reeling from the smell and his mind was still trying to logically work its way out of his revolting new existence.  It was then George heard an eerie, frightful voice echo inside his head, making him shiver.

“One year”.

What did that mean? Was that how long he had to live like this? One whole year as nothing but a measly, stained, stretched and abused thong for the smelliest bodybuilder in the country?! George started to become frantic as his mind raced, how would that be possible? How could he possibly endure another hour as this wretched piece of fabric let alone an entire year? However, George didn’t have long to question his new fate as Boomer unleashed another droning, spluttering fart into his pitiful, neglected form sending George into another spiral of crazed screaming and despair. Still wailing George had no choice but to endure the foul stench and watch pitifully as Boris got changed sealing George in his new home, hiding behind his tight shorts and firmly between his swampy, filthy ass cheeks.

George managed two months before he mind finally snapped, he endured relentless protein farts, wet farts, silent but deadly farts, farts that squelched as they were unleashed and short but poweful gust like farts but none them compared to what farts that came after a particualry rough party. After a long night of drinking Boris had decided that Mexican food would be the ideal drunk snack. The spicy burritos and meat filled tacos combined with the copious amount of beer had led to him becoming incredibly bloated. When the first of the meaty, ear deafening, wet farts rocketed into George he felt pain like no other as his nose burned at the fetid toxic stench, however George still recovered. Even when it was then followed by four more of them this time in quick succession he wailed and screamed but still his mind remained intact. It was only when the mighty bodybuilder clutched his gut, bent over and pushed his ass out forcing George directly against the wet, slimy asshole and unleashed a fart like no other. Like a volcanic eruption and an atom bomb exploding, George was subjected to a torture like no other, for twelve long seconds a mighty, deafening boom exploded from the Russians ass. The asshole spraying and unleashing gas, ass slime and filth outwards and all of it going straight into George, when it was over George couldn’t stop screaming and he would never stop screaming. The stench of of protein, meat, spice and beer all combined with a heart helping of shit meant the odour was unlike anything George had experienced before. The monstrous shart buried into George's being corrupting him with evil smell and making him beg for it to end. After almost fifteen minutes the stench had not disappeared and was still cauing George to scream and wail until eventually his mind could no longer endure such odourous torture. The smell was permanent and it would never leave and his mind couldn’t except that as the endurance athlete now thong went insane.

For George the insanity would offer him a release, his body unable to cope with the stress and revulsion any longer he would no longer be lucid enough to fully endure it. The next ten months would be hell but his mind would no longer be able to focus on such thing anymore or so he thought. The next morning George found himself waking up to quietness and cleanliness, he wasn’t wrapped around the body of disgusting brute waiting for his morning assault of farts but instead he was just laying down peacefully. George sighed; his mind clear and focussed it was as if the last two months had never happened and perhaps they hadn’t. Yet as George tried to move and found himself completely paralysed his heart sank. As if on cue a zip was undone above him and light gushed over him, there above him in the blinding light was George’s new god Boris smiling down at him once again. George had already started sobbing at just the sight of unaware, stinky, tortuous master but began crying as the all too familiar feeling of being stretched and worn started all over again. George was inconsolable as he felt his face and new thong body get swallowed up by the disgusting damp, foul ass cheeks yet again and his bawling became even more erratic and crazy when he heard the same eery voice in his head again.

“One year”

George was an emotional wreck as he realised what that meant, if he ever wanted to escape the living hell, this torture like no other and if he ever wanted to be free of this suffering he would have to endure one whole year of being Boris ‘Boomer’ Bykov’s thong and still remain mentally strong at the end of it all. If he failed, if his mind broke like before he would be cruelly reincarnated as a new fresh thong with a new in tact mind, ready to endure it all again. George had been about pushing his body to the very limits and facing extreme challenges of endurance but this was one challenge he would never be able to overcome. George was left sobbing and shrieking as he realised his fate, his life as a pathetic scrap of fabric used for soaking up ass sweat and sniffing up farts had begun and as a gift Boris bent over and let rip a spluttering wet, ten second long, shit smelling protein fart.