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>>17425465
but she must have so much fun feeling her hot food bubbling up and shooting back up her throat! ah, what bliss!

"wow, everyone look! look how fucking big this one is!"

~A Stinky Manifesto: Fukase Kojima's Anal Aroma ~
Chapter MVCXII - an excerpt.

The Busu ID show just ended. As it was my turn for cheki with Fukase, good God, the aroma that hit me as I walked up to her was more pungent than I could have ever imagined, not helped by the extreme sweating she's doing, given that at no point during the set did she remove her blue with white sleeve (fading to a dull brownish grey with some particularly noticeable dark stains in places) tracksuit.
"H-hello! I'm Anon!" I stuttered out.
Fukase, drunk and barely coherent by this point, let's out a loud, obnoxious "HEY ANON!", the waft of her incredibly stinky breathe blasting me in the face, almost causing me to step back - but I didn't want to appear rude.
"How should we pose!" she slumbered out, stinkily.
"H-heh hehe, what if I kneeled down and p-pretended to sniff your bottom heh!! T-that would be a funny cheki!!" I whimpered out, expecting security to be called on me.
She looks me over and ponders on the unusual request for a moment... "ooH yeah!"
Before I knew it, her little boney hands were reaching up to pull my big gaijin shoulders to the ground so I was down on my knees. It didn't even feel like reality anymore, as the person taking cheki raised their camera up to take the photo. "Hold on" Fukase said, lowering her tracksuit bottoms revealing her tighty not-so-whitey panties to me right then and there!! Oh, Lord in Heaven! These panties had all sorts of shades of brown and greyish, dull yellow that you could imagine! How shameless of Fukase to be doing this!! The final kicker was her using one of her hands to push my head right in to these stinky undergarments just as the photo was taken!
"Anon, you're so perverted!" she joked, believing all this to be just in good fun.

I lost control.

I grabbed her hips with both hands and began to inhale vehemently through her stinky panties, the fabric practically becoming lodged in my nostrils from the sheer mach speed. I had become so aggressive in my crazed, horny, and awoken state that I had knocked her down to her hands and knees - only leading to EASIER access to her wafts. Security came in trying to pull me off and promptly kicked me out of the venue. Before I was thrown out onto my ass, I could see Fukase looking at me, with a bewildered - yet not entirely digusted, expression.

I sat in a nearby park bench for about an hour, the cool midnight breeze blowing against my neck, trying to calm down and recollect my thoughts.
"Anon" I hear whispered behind me.
Fukase was standing there, unusually sobered up and almost.. timid and shy, a side of her I had never seen, a side of her I never knew existed. I tried to make any sort of noise as a response but nothing came out.
"Anon, I.. that was really.. cool what you did... no one has.. ever sniffed there before..!"
She wafted away the few flies following her around (due to her general trash-like body odor) and sat down next to me. I could see the moon reflecting in her glistening eyes.
"P-please sniff me like that again!"

She did not hold back this time. As though completely unaware of our location, she pulled down her tracksuit yet again, but this time, the panties came down too. What was revealed to me may be the most putrid, disgusting, odorous, hairy fucking arsehole I've ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on. Fukase is quite mentally unstable, and it is definitely reflected in her seeming inability to wipe after she takes one of her infamous 30cm long loads. The skin around her stinkhole and genitalia seemed to have a diseased greenish tint to it from years of incorrect washing... "how appetizing!" I thought.
"Smell my dingleberries...! Onegai!!!" she practically screamed.
I buried my nose in the forest of her unshaven poo chamber and inhaled deeply. She yelped as the asshairs were torn off from the gusts of my unstoppable sniffing. As we made eye contact in this moment, we both knew - we had met our soul mate.

She invited me back to her less than glamorous apartment. All of her pillows were dirty and stained from her greasy, unkempt hair sleeping on them. I spotted at least a handful of living creatures crawling around underneath all the trash thrown across the floor. If Fukase's aroma was bad on it's own, her living space that has had to put up with her for years now was diabolical. After just 5 minutes of standing in here, I was already on my hands and knees with my head to the ground.
"Fukase-chan-- please let me stay and live as your stinky sniff slave!!!"
She smirked and looked down at me as the dog I am.
"Are you sure you can handle that, anon?" She grinned menacingly as she let out a nasty fucking fart.

That day marked a day of true ascension.
I had truly become Alive.

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>>17056271
but tracksuits are cute!!

you can do it, Fukase! i believe in you!

>>16799468
shes not even thinking about trying to drink out of it!