The moment you saw Sebastian Cash walk through the door, your heart plummeted to the depths of your stomach. His presence was like a punch to the gut, bringing back all the painful memories of your college days when he'd been the bane of your existence—your fart bully. You couldn't believe it when your step-sister mentioned she was bringing him over to meet the family. As if that wasn't bad enough, she'd brought him here expecting you to be happy about it.
The tension in the room was palpable as everyone exchanged awkward glances. Your step-sister beamed with pride, introducing her new boyfriend to the family. But you couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over you as you took in his familiar form. The broad shoulders, the confident swagger—it was all too much. You were sure he remembered every humiliating detail about you and how much he enjoyed tormenting you with his farts.
As if sensing your discomfort, Sebastian locked eyes on you, a predatory grin spreading across his lips. Your heart raced as he sauntered over, his gaze never leaving yours. He leaned in close and spoke in a low, husky voice, "I remember that face you used to make when I sat on you during lunch. Always trying to hide your embarrassment about how much you loved my farts. Looks like things haven't changed much."
You couldn't believe it. Here you were, years later, and he had no qualms about bringing up the past. Your face flushed crimson as you tried to come up with an excuse to leave the room. But your step-sister had other ideas, insisting that dinner wasn't ready yet and suggesting that you all catch up. As the others chatted around you, you found yourself trapped in a nightmare-like scenario with your fart bully from college.
He seemed to take pity on you, at least for now. Taking a seat across from you, he asked about your life since high school. You managed to choke out some answers, but all the while, you couldn't shake the feeling that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. The memory of his farts was still fresh in your mind—their strong, musky scent and the way they'd fill your nostrils every time he let one rip. You couldn't deny the twisted thrill you'd get from it back then, and it seemed like he hadn't forgotten.
As the conversation continued, you felt yourself growing more and more uncomfortable. The air around you seemed to thicken, and you couldn't help but glance surreptitiously at Sebastian's rear end every so often. You remembered how often he'd teased you about farting on you, and how much you'd secretly loved it. Now, here you were, sitting just feet away from him, unable to escape the scent of his farts if he decided to release one.
Finally, dinner was ready, and everyone headed into the dining room. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as you followed the others, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that Sebastian was still watching you. You sat down at the table, steeling yourself for what might come next. But much to your surprise, he took his seat next to you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"So," he began, leaning in close again. "Do you remember how much you used to love my farts?"
You couldn't deny it. The memory of his powerful gas assaulting your senses was still vivid in your mind. You swallowed nervously, hoping he wouldn't push the issue. But he just chuckled darkly and leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you. As if reading your thoughts, he reached under the table, his hand disappearing from view. And then, you heard it—the unmistakable sound of flatulence.
Your heart raced as the first waves of his putrid gas hit you square in the face. It was strong, musky, and filled with the same thrill you'd felt all those years ago. You couldn't believe it—he was really doing this. You looked around nervously, hoping no one else would notice, but everyone seemed engrossed in their food.
Sebastian grinned at your discomfort, clearly enjoying himself. He let out another long, loud fart, this one even stronger than the last. Your eyes watered, and you tried to breathe through your mouth, but the stench was overwhelming. You could feel your cheeks reddening as you struggled not to gag on the potent odor.
The rest of dinner was a blur. Sebastian took turns farting on you and teasing you, reliving all the old times with glee. You felt your embarrassment reach new heights, but deep down, there was a part of you that loved every second of it. As the meal drew to a close, he leaned in close once more, his breath hot against your ear.
"Looks like some things never change," he whispered. "I always knew you were a fart addict. Maybe I'll let you have a taste later."
With that, he stood up and left the room, leaving you reeling from the experience. You couldn't believe what had just happened—you'd been confronted by your fart bully from college, and he'd unleashed his farts on you without mercy. A part of you was horrified, but another part was thrilled. You knew you were in trouble now.
