Cynthia had just recovered from her last gross loss. Her nasty opponent
at the smash tournament had the audacity to fart on her face! She had
lost her chance at the prize money and all hopes of securing a place in
the top 4. She couldn't believe nobody cares to investigate her gross
femboy opponent, but for now she just wanted to get the thought out of
her head.
Still at the same convention, albeit reeking of his gas Cynthia decided
to enter a last minute side tournament. Hopefully, none of her opponents
would cheat just like her last one.
But poor Cynthia was in for a world of hurt.
She noticed that some of the tournament entrees had a strange...Smell as
they crowded around. But she was no stranger to smash players lack of
Hygiene. It was a round robin style tournament, so everyone had to play
each other at-least once. She stepped into the booth for her first
match, awaiting her next opponent. Although smash players rarely
showered, it couldn't be that bad right?
Her jaw dropped to the floor, as a plump pale skinned woman stomped into
the booth with her. Her black sweatpants could do little to conceal her
curves. She was wearing a white t-shirt to go with it that said GAMER
in big black letters, with her hoodie tied around her waist. The sweat
stains on her shirt's armpits made Cynthia retch in her mind.
The plump smash player smiled widely at Cynthia, revealing her braces.
Her face was freckled with big black framed glasses to boot. "Hi! Looks
like we're up together!" Her long black hair swished as she rushed over
to sit as close as possible to Cynthia. A little too close. The smell of
her body burned Cynthia's nose, as they began to select their
characters. "Hi...." Cynthia awkwardly let out, struggling to avoid
saying she stinks. Her opponent however, had no concept of personal
space. She wrapped her arm around Cynthia's neck, holding her real close
to her chest like a best friend. "Let's have a good match!"
Cynthia almost choked on her gross body smell, "Yeah..." She gasped for
air the minute her opponent let go. After selecting her character, she
couldn't help but notice her opponent picked Wario of all characters.
The match begun, and the two of them were neck and neck.
Sadly, she wasn't going to win this one. Her opponent reduced her to 1
stock left, and finished her with the infamous Wario Down B. Her
character flew out of bounds, defeated by the instant killing fart! Her
opponent cheered as she won the match, Cynthia relieved that she
wouldn't stink her out. An ominous gurgling of the chubbier woman's
stomach put her on edge.
She turned to her with a big fat smile, "Oh! Oh! Wait one second!"
Cynthia's stomach turned, expecting things to get gross again. The
Chubby gamer stood up, and slammed her weight right on top of Cynthia's
face. "That's better! Sorry I've just had alot of gas and... Damn I
wanna fart on you! No hard feelings right?" Cynthia's face was buried
underneath the fat gamer's butt, the smell of her sweat and nastiness
getting all over her face.
"Not like it matters. You kinda stunk that whole match anyway!"
BFFFFFFFFFFFT!
"Now your gonna smell just like your character! Isn't that great?"
Without any restraint, the plump gamer prepared to fart more on top of
Cynthia. "Sorry. I just have this big baaaaaaad habit of farting on
someone when I land the down B on them. Especially if I win with it!
You're just plain unlucky today~" Her positive attitude was now replaced
with a smug winner, she didn't allow Cynthia to breathe at all
underneath her. The only thing she'd be breathing in was her gas!
pFfFft!
PFfFT!!
"I don't even know why you entered this tournament, you just stink~
Didn't you drop out of the last one?" Her opponent ruthlessly mocked her
while farting. All of a sudden she stopped, and pulled herself off of
Cynthia. "Oh no...Looks like it's gonna come out the other end. Guess
I'm not finishing you off so fast!" She held Cynthia by her shirt, her
stomach grossly gurgling full of air. "Take this!"
URRRRRRRRP!
The foul burp blew itself all over Cynthia's face, making her shake to
attempt to escape. The farts from earlier had weakened her, rendering
her pathetic in the grasp of her chubby and much grosser opponent. "Ooh!
Gotta make you taste what I ate earlier. That's the fate of losers like
you in bracket!" She forced her lips upon Cynthia's, grossly kissing
her and making her taste that rancid breath of hers. Cynthia teared up
from smell, before tasting something way worse.
uUUUURRRRP!
She withdrew her lips, holding Cynthia's shut and making sure she
swallowed it before letting go. "Oh yeah, I ate a big buffet earlier.
Hope you enjoy that one! Stinker." She smiled widely, Cynthia laying
back against the couch they were on disgusted and weak. Her stomach
gurgled louder, signaling more of her gas was ready. "Oh yeah baby. Time
to Down B you in real life!" She pulled down her pants, revealing her
massive and gross arse. For dramatic effect, the chubby gamer leaped
into the air and slammed herself down on Cynthia's face.
"Fuck what did I do to deserve this..." Cynthia murmured to herself in tears, prepared for the gassy attack.
BFFFFFFFFFFT!
The obnoxious fart knocked Cynthia out. Her stinker of an opponent
refused to stop there though. She had to make sure this loser knew her
place, and what better way than to keep farting on her? Taking her sweet
time, she eventually got up and left her there, covered in her farts.
The weight of her ass caused Cynthia to lay almost flattened against the
couch seat, she would wake up to find herself literally flat and at the
mercy of whoever sat there next...
