“H-hang on a second, let me think... maybe I could…” Max’s mind raced for other possibilities.

Vanessa’s stomach growled. “Nope. Time’s up, bug. You’re going in my butt. Think faster next time.”

Snatched off the table, Max was taken on the familiar trip beneath Vanessa’s skirt and dangled above the crack of her ass. Her panties were pulled open, and the putrid scent of trapped farts leaked out. But not for long. Max was released to slide down the back of her underwear, and his prison snapped shut behind him, trapping both man and stink inside.

“Right on cue,” Vanessa remarked, clenching her cheeks around her tiny captive.

PPPHHRRRROOORRT

Max had enough time to brace for impact, for all the good it did him. He threw out his arms, protecting his face and eyes from the heated gale-force winds blasting toward him; but there was no shielding the smell. The moment that rancid scent reached his nostrils he was overcome with nausea, and lost the ability to move, think rationally, or do anything much besides gag.

Above, Vanessa let out a low chuckle, enjoying the suffering she was inflicting. Then she sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. “Just so you know, bug,” she called down. “You aren’t doing nearly a good enough job if you want my help tomorrow. You’re supposed to be absorbing my gas. If I can smell them this much up here, you’ve failed, and you’ll only be trapped down there longer.” She shrugged. “But maybe you’re okay with that. Have you accepted what a useless insect you are, resigned yourself to spending the rest of your life in my ass, doing a shitty job sniffing my farts? Well, whatever makes you happy.”

“Damn it,” Max groaned. He refused to accept that fate. He would spend as little time back here as possible, no matter how difficult or disgusting his task. So, gathering his strength, he pushed himself upright and prepared to face the next blast.

It wasn’t a long wait.

FFOOOOORRRFFF

For balance, Max pushed each hand into the sweaty, slimy buttocks on either side of him, so when the hurricane of fart came he wasn’t blown away. Instead he leaned forward into the stink, raised his nose high, and forced himself to inhale deep lungfuls of the rotten gas. His arms and legs trembled, and he came close to collapsing, but he was determined to weather the storm. One rancid, agonising breath at a time, he willed himself to absorb her fart.

Vanessa sampled the air and arched an eyebrow. That was a marked improvement over the last fart. “Not bad,” she declared, before her next words destroyed any encouragement Max might be feeling. “But you still have a long day ahead of you. Let’s see how well you can keep it up.”

After that, the goth simply went about her day. She changed her outfit into a slim-fitting black dress (and hiked her panties up in the process, wedging Max further up her butt), then ventured downstairs to greet her fellow Junos. Ophelia seemed to be anxious at having lost something, not that Vanessa paid her much attention. The girl was only a freshie.

She walked across campus, picked up a soy latte, and attended her morning lectures. She visited the library and verbally abused a man who approached to ask if the computer beside her was free. At lunch, she enjoyed a vegan burrito so delicious she went back for second and third helpings, despite the consequences even one usually had on her stomach. Knowing the torment she was inflicting on one of the inferior gender put her in a very good mood, and she couldn’t help smiling every time she released another noxious butt-blast.

“Someone’s chipper,” her friend observed, as they sat down for afternoon classes. “Did something good happen?”

“Nothing much,” Vanessa replied. “I just had a bug up my ass.”

The bug in question, meanwhile, was having a much rougher time of it. Hours of suffering through countless farts had left Max exhausted, reeking, and dripping in sweat – most of it not even his own. Thick beads of perspiration would roll periodically down her cheeks, soaking his body, and face, if he wasn’t careful. He had become far too familiar with its sour, dirty taste.

Worse, the more farts he endured, the harder it was to sniff them effectively. It was only through sheer willpower that he was able to force himself to stand back up after each bomb and fill his lungs with Vanessa’s pungent gas, despite his body screaming at him to give up.

SPPPPOOOOFFFF

“Shit!” Max swore, scrambling forward to inhale her newest blast. Most of the time there would be an audible rumbling or a clenching of cheeks that signalled a fart was coming, but some – like this one – slipped out with no warning at all. These were the ones he was most likely to miss. “I have to do better, or she’ll never let me out,” he panted.

Several more hours passed. Vanessa went out for dinner (a tasty lentil curry) and returned to Juno House, where she watched a film with her housemates. She retired to her room to complete her outstanding assignments, then sat by the window to read. Rarely did more than five minutes pass without her ass making foul music.

It wasn’t until nearly midnight that Max was finally given a brief release. When Vanessa went to the bathroom shortly before bed, she mercifully removed her shrunken prisoner and placed him beside the sink, where he lay weakened to watch the goth giantess use the toilet.

BRRRAPPP

Vanessa’s fart echoed noisily in the bowl. “Be grateful I’m not counting these,” she demanded, while scrolling idly through her phone. “I don’t know why I’m being so lenient. You’ve done nothing to deserve it.”

“Th-thank you,” he replied, trying to ignore the smell of her dump filling the room. “Um… Vanessa…” he licked his lips nervously. “I was wondering… where will I be sleeping tonight? Could I go on the other side of the bed, or in a clothes drawer, or… somewhere?”

She glared at him. “Typically lazy fucking man.” She scoffed. “You agreed to be my fart sniffer for a full day, and now you want to sleep through half your shift? What a miserable work ethic.” She stood. “Newsflash, bug. You still have 10 full hours to go. And you’re spending every one of them right here in my ass.”

Max was too scared to reply. He could only watch, powerless, as the giantess flushed the toilet and reached out to grab him. She didn’t even bother to wipe.

What followed was the single worst night of Max’s life. Nestled snugly in her pale goth ass-crack, the hot, sweaty flesh that enveloped him would have made an unpleasant bed even if it didn’t stink like an outhouse. When Vanessa lay on her back, he felt the full weight of her booty crushing down on him. But when she turned over, he feared slipping down between her slimy buttocks, toward the rancid pucker below.

Her farting was relentless, even long after Max was sure she must have drifted off. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her body in between violent bursts of gas. Vanessa might be asleep, but her asshole was definitely wide awake.

PPPPLLLLLOOOPPPPTT

“Damn it,” Max groaned, choking on the fumes. He was at his limit, both physically and mentally. And… he didn’t have to sniff these ones, right? If Vanessa was asleep, it didn’t matter… she would never know if he just turned away and covered his nose until the smell faded naturally.

Instead, he leaned in and sucked as deep as he could. He’d worked so hard all day, he was terrified of failing now. If she somehow discovered he’d been slacking off, all of his efforts would be for nothing, and he’d be stuck down here forever.

“I won’t let that happen!” He declared, as a hissing silent but deadly assaulted his nostrils. Oh god, this one was cheesy.

After several gruelling hours, and torrents of gas that brought Max close to passing out, he felt his captor’s body shift slightly. When he listened closely, he thought he could hear the sound of an alarm going off.

“This is it!” He was excited, but also nervous. He was so desperate for his task to be at an end. He’d done the best job he could, and all that was left was to await Vanessa’s judgement.

Would the sadistic goth decide his efforts were enough?