Jessica frowned as she released yet another fart. She had all the windows open. Despite that, the smell of Jessica's farts filled the room, turning the air thick and heavy with her scent.
It was a problem that she didn't really know how to fix. Her farts simply reeked to heaven, and her stomach never seemed to let up releasing her gases. No amount of air purified or filters worked.
A few seconds later, her son came into the room. "Hey," he said. "You farted again? God, it stinks!"
"Sorry," Jessica said. "I can't help it."
"I can't even go out of my room anymore!" her son, John, said, making a U-turn and going back to his room, slamming the door behind him.
Frustrated by her condition, she thought to search for a way to remove the smell. She typed on Google, "Fart filter," and to her surprise, she found an app for her phone. Of course, she doubted the app's authenticity, but she thought it wouldn't hurt to try it, so she downloaded it.
She opened the app and found it had a very simple layout. Just two buttons: Setup Fart Filter and Activate Fart Filter.
She clicked the first button, and the app displayed instructions for her to place her phone in front of her ass and fart.
She did that skeptically. When she was done, a button showed up that said, "Find fart filter." She clicked it, and the app returned to the home screen. Hesitantly, she clicked the "Activate Fart Filter" button, and the whole app turned green.
Still skeptical about the whole thing, she decided to try it out. She went into her own room, which was not yet filled with her fart scent, and tried her best to rip a fart there. After some struggle, she managed to fart, and, to her surprise, nothing happened. No smell. No pungent scent. She sniffed the air and, to her surprise, it was clean, fresh air.
Jessica almost yelped in surprise at her discovery. She finally got rid of her fart smell! She immediately thought of the possibilities this had just opened up. She was lactose intolerant, so eating dairy made her fart to the point that she would basically gas the house. She decided to put her fart filter to the test and order things she'd been craving for months now. Pizza, tacos, and cheese-loaded fries.
~
John slammed the door to his room behind him, frustrated at his step-mother. How can one person produce such a nasty smell? Does she have skunk genes? He breathed in the clean air of his room and slowly started to calm down. At least she wouldn't enter his room, so this was a safe space for him. No nasty fart smells here.
He sat down on his computer, and a few minutes later, he noticed a weird scratchy feeling in his sinuses. It was like an itch like he felt something inside. He ignored it, but a few seconds later a vile rancid smell penetrated his nose and reached his lungs. John almost screamed at the sudden smell. It came from nowhere and it was stronger than anything he had smelled before. It was like rotten eggs and onions scrambled and left in the heat. He gagged, heaving as his stomach disagreed with the stench.
John ran to the window in his room and poked his head out, then took another breath. Somehow, the smell was worse. How could it be? He shrieked as the nasty vile smell filled his nostrils. It was so pungent that he felt his nose aching painfully as if the chemicals of that smell were attacking his sinuses.
He tried pinching his nose shut and breathing through his mouth, but the smell was still there. He felt the disgusting horrid stench travel from his sinuses to his lungs, no matter how what he did he couldn't stop it. It's as if the smell was mixed in with his breathing system; he had to smell it if he wanted to breathe.
John was shaking his head left and right, yelling every time he took a breath. His whole body shuddered and shook with disgust when he breathed. The smell drove John insane as he felt like he was stuck at the bottom of a trash can filled with rotting waste.
~
After Jessica ordered all the food she wanted, she ran into John's room, excited. She was about to tell him about the fart filter app when she noticed him shaking violently in his room. At first, she worried that something was wrong with him, but then she saw he was fine and just seemed to be annoyed at something.
"Is something wrong?" Jessica asked in a concerned tone. "Are you okay, John?"
"I'm fine!" John shrieked, then he winced and his whole body shuddered. "What the fuck is this terrible smell? I can't breathe. For once, I know it's not from you because you weren't in my room and the smell was the same when I put my head out the window."
Jessica stopped. Could it be? But that was impossible! She immediately left the room to test it out. She went to the bathroom and, clenching her whole body, managed to fart again. Then she went back to her stepson's room and saw that, indeed, he was shaking even more violently than before. John was cursing and yelling every second, which she thought was whenever he took a breath.
Jessica stopped in place, her mouth gaping open. "What? What is it?" John asked his face a mixture of red and green.
"Nothing... I'm just worried about you," Jessica said.
"Well get out! I don't want you farting in here and making the smell any worse! You're probably immune to it because you're used to your own farts!" John said, shoving his stepmother out the door and banging the door shut behind her.
Jessica stood outside John's door, worrying and filled with guilt. She couldn't bare to see her stepson this way, so she decided, with a tinge of regret, to delete the fart filter app. John shouldn't have to suffer her smelly farts.
It did pain her to delete the app though. She was so excited that her farts no longer smelled and that she could eat as much dairy as she could. It was unfortunate that she couldn't make use of this magical solution she found. Besides, she didn't want to admit it, but it kind of turned her on to have someone else be forced to smell her farts. She had always fantasized about dominating someone with those farts she had to suffer through her whole life.
She buried those feelings and opened her phone.
Jessica uninstalled the fart filter app with a resigned frown. She was going to have to find another way to deal with her farts.
She sat on the couch, and another fart came her way. Jessica let it out. It was a silent fart, but it was even more smelly than her usual farts. Her ass hissed it out over the span of five seconds, and she let out a sigh of relief when it was over.
Jessica braced herself for the smell, but when she breathed, she didn't smell anything. Shocked, she looked around her, and then she heard John screaming like a maniac in the other room.
A tingling of pleasure took over for a second as Jessica realized John was still smelling her farts, but then guilt settled in and she went over to his room. "Sweety, are you okay?" She asked.
"Can't you smell it?" He said, sounding desperate.
"Smell what, sweety? I don't smell a thing!"
