Co-Written by Titan820
Chris McLean strode confidently towards the podium, where the final contestants of his reality show awaited the much-anticipated announcement. After months of grueling challenges, their numbers had dwindled significantly. Chris aimed to spice things up even further and boost his ratings to unprecedented levels.
As he gazed upon the remaining participants, a smile graced his face. "So, what's today's challenge?" inquired Tyler.
Chris acknowledged the resilience and determination that had brought them this far. "I'm delighted to see that all of you have managed to survive and make it here," he remarked, his eyes scanning the group.
The remaining guys were Cameron, the nerdy bubble boy; Tyler, the aspiring jock; Cody, the geek; and Harold, the geek number two. Among the girls were Leshawna, the stunning ebony beauty; Sugar, the country girl; Lindsay, the bombshell; and McArthur, the tough cop with an attitude.
"Aw, thanks, Chris!" Lindsay chimed in.
"Yeah! I'm pumped up for today!" added Harold.
"I just hope it's not too dangerous," Leshawna expressed with a huff.
"I highly doubt it," Cameron chimed in.
"Quit being such a cowardly string bean," McArthur retorted.
"What she said! I'm here to win," Sugar declared.
Chris let out a mischievous giggle. "Well, let's just say the challenge is going to be...unconventional."
Tyler, ever curious, was the first to inquire. "What do you mean by that?"
"I'm glad you asked," Chris replied with a smirk. "How far would each of you go for a sum of money?"
"I'd eat a mountain of food!" exclaimed Sugar.
"You do that every day," Leshawna rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you eat like a pig."
"Hey! I'll have you know..." Sugar started before Chris interrupted her. "Listen up and find out what the game is!"
Silence fell upon the group as they waited for Chris to continue.
"Good! Now, I understand that some of you might have reservations about the upcoming challenge, be it due to your morals or personal pride. So, to ensure you all approach it with an open mind, I'm increasing the prize money from one million to a whopping three million dollars!"
"I'm totally in!" Leshawna exclaimed eagerly.
"What about the rest of you, ladies and gentlemen?" Chris inquired, his gaze shifting to the others.
"Three million bucks? Count me in!" Sugar eagerly chimed in.
"Just think of all the things I could do with that money," McArthur dreamily pondered.
"Hell yeah, bro! I can't wait to claim the victory," Tyler declared, his excitement palpable.
"Good, now ladies, let's choose a guy for you to fart on," Chris said.
""Oh, is that all?" Harold began, his voice trailing off. "Wait, what?"
"What do you mean by that!?" Cameron exclaimed, taken aback.
"Is this some kind of sick joke, Chris?" Cody questioned.
"Dude! Are you out of your mind?" Tyler asked, his shock evident.
"Nope, I'm not," Chris replied, producing the money to prove his seriousness.
"But that's...that's so disgusting," Lindsay gasped, clearly appalled.
"The challenge goes like this! Each girl is paired up with a guy as a duo. The girl's objective is to fart on the guy's face, and the guys must withstand the farts. The last remaining guy, along with his partner, wins and gains immunity. That's why I raised the prize money, as I anticipated some hesitation due to the nature of the challenge," Chris explained, his tone matter-of-fact.
"But why farts, though?" Cameron asked, utterly flabbergasted.
"Because, my friend, it's funny. Well, at least to me," Chris chuckled.
"You're absolutely repulsive," Leshawna snapped, crossing her arms.
At that moment, Chef arrived with a tray filled with pink-colored drinks, exactly four of them. "It's ready," he announced.
"Excellent. Now, who's up for the challenge? Drink this. If you refuse, that's fine by me, but it will result in your elimination and the loss of the prize money," Chris added.
The girls exchanged glances, silently contemplating whether they should go along with it. However, the allure of the substantial cash prize was difficult to resist.
"Ugh, screw it! I'm winning that money," McArthur declared defiantly.
"Count me in too! This won't be a problem," Sugar chimed in confidently.
"...Damn it, let's do this, Lindsay," Leshawna sighed, resigned to her fate.
"Oooh, man," Lindsay hesitated, clearly uncertain.
They all approached the tray and grabbed a drink, mustering the courage to gulp it down in one go.
"Ugh, why does this taste so awful?" Leshawna grimaced, coughing.
"Hahaha, because Chef made it. But that's not all, you see. It was specially crafted for this particular challenge," Chris revealed with a sly grin.
"Oh, boy," Tyler muttered, clearly disliking where this was heading.
"What a twisted freak you are, Chris," Harold commented.
"Three million dollars, Harold. Take it or leave it. Quite literally," Chris retorted, growing annoyed by the criticism.
"I'll win with whoever I'm paired with," Harold declared, shaking his fist at Chris.
"Perfect! That's what I like to hear...because I'm about to assign the pairs," Chris replied, rubbing his hands together with a mischievous grin.
The guys swallowed nervously, unsure of what bizarre combinations Chris had in store for them.
"Hmmmmm...the duos shall be...Cameron with Lindsay, Cody and Leshawna, McArthur and Tyler, annnnnnnd! Harold and Sugar," Chris announced.
The camera captured Harold's disappointed expression, not because he was paired with Sugar, but because he wasn't paired with Leshawna.
'Whoa...I'm with Leshawna? Well, it's going to be unpleasant getting farted on by her, but at least I'll get a glimpse of the most prominent rear end here,' Cody thought, trying to find a silver lining.
'Aw, man! I'm not with Lindsay? That's so unfair," Tyler lamented in his thoughts.
'I'm in trouble if she ends up sitting on me,' Cameron worriedly contemplated.
The girls approached their assigned partners, selected by Chris.
"The guys will have chairs to sit on, while the ladies will remain standing. You can choose any position you want and even sit on their laps, as long as your butts are aimed directly at them, ensuring they receive the full force of your...attacks," Chef explained, adding his own touch to the absurdity.
"We'll be watching from a distance and wearing these gas masks in the meantime," Chris added.
"Ready to avoid elimination?" Sugar asked Harold with a sly smile.
"Uhm...is there any chance your farts aren't as potent as you think?" Harold nervously inquired, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Not a chance, cutie pie!" Sugar replied, winking at him.
"Oh boy," Harold gulped audibly.
"I'm sorry, Cody. Please don't take it personally, okay?" Leshawna reassured him.
"It's not like I have any other choice, right? Heh," Cody replied, mustering a weak laugh.
"You'll be alright, won't you?" Lindsay asked Cameron with concern.
"I-I'll do my best," Cameron stammered, blushing at the proximity to the attractive girl.
Lindsay smiled and patted his head. "Thanks."
"Are you girls feeling the effects of the drink yet?" Chris inquired. "In case it wasn't clear, it's designed to make you all rather gassy."
Lindsay felt her stomach gurgle, and before she could comprehend what was happening, she let out her first fart, landing directly on Cameron's lap.
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"Ooh, geez," Lindsay grunted, feeling embarrassed.
"It's starting," Cameron choked out, coughing in the noxious cloud.
"I didn't say start yet, but okay! One... two... START!" Chris bellowed, blasting an air horn.
The girls settled onto the men's laps, and the farts began erupting immediately. The urge to release them had become too intense to resist. Lindsay's farts were airy and not particularly loud, but the odor was unbearable—a pungent stench reminiscent of spoiled milk left out for days.
"Whew, this is bad. I'm sorry, Cameron," Lindsay apologized, feeling remorseful.
"It'll be fine," Cameron reassured her, coughing slightly.
Sugar's initial fart, however, was far worse. It burst out with the force of a trombone playing in a mud pit, accompanied by a strong gust of wind. The putrid smell hung in the air, resembling burnt cabbage lingering in a trash can.
"Something tells me you were a bit gassy even before drinking that concoction," Harold commented, his hand covering his nose to shield himself from the assault.
"Then close your mouth honey" She said with a wink.
And then there was Leshawna who relinquished a loud BRAP of a fart that was loud and stinky, sounding like a motor that was starting up, she always had farts that came out like this, that's why she was a room clearer when eating anything with carbs or dairy.
However...Cody had a plan.
'Man Leshawna ass is so big and that blast was sure big'
He had held in his breath before she blasted the fart, allowing him the advantage no one thought before. Cody gave Leshawna a thumbs up as she saw what he was doing.
'Smart, that means I should actively try to fart as much as I want before he loses his breath, that way it will diminish our chances of losing' Leshawna thought.
"W-What if they try to hold it in? Is that an option?'' Harold said, already feeling grossed out.
"I mean...if you want to slow down the inevitable, but build up farts are also the worst so whatever" Chris said.
Sugar bit her lower lip before her butt unleashed another blast of stinky fart.
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"Uuugh!" Harold gagged.
"I'm glad you are holding together," McArthur told Tyler.
Her farts were almost as bad as Sugar, they were the type of boisterous farts that you would hate to be around, it was like she spent the whole day eating beans and they were doing their magic now.
"Y-Yeah this is just like training'' 'Imagine its Lindsay' He thought as if that would make a difference.
"Whew, you ok back there Cody?" Leshawna asked as she let loose a huge fart.
Cody gives a thumbs up not smelling her farts but his eyes were watering thanks to how warm and smelly her farts were, but he could keep his breathing in for now.
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"Ugh, my stomach is rumbling, it must be a big one," Mcarthur said.
'Oh no!' Fearing for his nose Tyler stops her "Y-You know, if you hold it in for now I have a plan that may help us win"
"Oh really? How so?"
Tyler then goes to tell her something in her ear.
"Wait...we can do that?" She asks.
"Chris never said no hehe" Tyler smirked.
"Good point." McArthur said.
"The cows are about to move!" Sugar said.
"That's your chance" Tyler whispers "The moment she does it, do it as well, hold nothing back"
McArthur nods before she walks towards Harold and aims her ass at him, before letting out her own fart the moment Sugar did it as well against Harold.
"Wait w-" Harold was interrupted.
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Poor bastard didn't even see it coming before he was attacked by two large farts that were so windy he nearly fell off the chair, it took twenty seconds to finish for good and the smell was stuck to the air like toxic gas. Harold was knocked out as Sugar coughed, as she had been in the blast zone as well but didn't stop farting when it happened ''What the hell?! What was that for?" The blonde haired country girl said in anger.
"I didn't want to deal with my partner farts of course"
Apparently Tyler had told McArthur that she should instead fart on Harold instead of him because Chris never put any rules that said different women couldn't fart on different guys to eliminate the competitions, so when she unleashed her gas alongside Sugar it was one ticket to dreamland for Harold.
"Oh yeah? Then allow me to pay you back, take this!" Sugar said as she quickly went past the cop lady and angrily shoved her ass in his Tyler face and farted.
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"No!" Mcarthur said, shoving sugar out of the way.
"What? It's not AGAINST of the rules right?" Sugar asked with a smirk.
"I don't mind at all." Chris smirked.
"GUAHH! Oh god! Her farts are definitely the worst!" Tyler said, coughing and holding his neck and nose as if he was being choked.
"I'm glad!" Sugar said as she slapped her ass.
''Why you little!"
Mcarthur jumps at Sugar and the two start fighting and rolling around the wooden floor, Harold was out cold and Tyler was really close to just passing out as well. The others watched in interest as the two were really going at it but it was evident who was in the upper hand.
''Hah! You think you can beat me? Tough luck, I have wrestled bigger than you, now take this you cheater!"
Sugar had managed to pin down McArthur under her ass before she ripped another bomber of a fart on her.
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She lets out a fart at point blank range at the thick cops face and lets it rip, making sure she sniffed all of it, no mercy allowed which did in fact knock her out.
"Well It's official, Sugar has the deadliest of farts" Chris laughed.
Tyler gulped as he saw Sugar looking at him "N-No"
"Hehehe, your next love" She said looking at the sportsman.
Cody face starts turning red and he cant hold it anymore and inhales "I-Im sorry Leshawna" He coughs "I cant hold my breath anymore"
"You tried your best Cody." Leshawna said as she farted.
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"Dang! You can totally be a room clearer with farts like that"
"Oh no, stay away from me!" Tyler said to Sugar.
"I already lost thanks to that bitch, so I will make sure she loses as well!" She said before then looking at Leshawna and Cody "In fact! I make sure to put BOTH your faces on my butt and make sure NO ONE WINS!" She said looking mad.
"Huh? What did we do?" Cody asked Sugar.
"Sorry honey but if Sugar can't win fair then no one will, if I make that guy faint then you win, and I can't let that happen, a draw is better then losing" She said before walking towards the duo.
"Hey!" Leshawna barked "Stay back sistah, this guy is mine so back off"
Cameron and Lindsay didn't say anything as they were still in this.
"Did they just forget about us?" Lindsay said.
"Shhh, let's keep it like that" Cameron said, being grateful to be ignored for once.
Leshawna and Sugar grappled with each other like two beasts.
"Get out of the way fatty, I'm gonna fart so hard on those guys they never forget my smell in the morning" Sugar said with a wide smile.
"Geez get a grip woman, this was not even something I wanted, but it's a lot of money in the line" Leshawna said, pushing harder.
While they are fighting, Tyler slowly walks towards Cody.
"Should we just give up, little dude? I dont think getting farted on is worth any amount of money"
Before Cody could answer, Sugar grabs Tyler.
"YOUR MINE!"
"Nooooo!" Tyler screams.
"Wait, where is Leshawna?" Cody asked.
"I made her slip up!" Sugar sits on Tyler's face and grunts "HNGH!"
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She gets up and sees that he's knocked out. "Good, now you wait there while I take care of Leshawna for good" Sugar said to Cody.
Cody looks in shock at how Tyler was attacked by Sugar in such a merciless way and how Leshawna was struggling to get up.
'I have to help her' Cody who was holding his nose, thought.
"Ugh, you sure know how to fight. I give you this much," Leshawna said.
"I'll make sure you stay down," Sugar said.
"Stay away from her!"
The geek runs towards her and jumps at her back, blocking her vision with his hands.
"You can do It Leshawna, kick her butt!" Cody said.
"You got it" Leshawna said before standing up and straight up booty bumping her hard in the stomach.
Cody ends up letting go while she falls, as to not get smashed by her.
"Ugh!" Sugar said as she fell onto her back.
"You had fun Farting around, now it's my turn, get ready bitch" Leshawna said, aiming her phat ass "Because the true booty queen is here to rumble"
"Sit on her!" Cody yells.
She nods as she sits on Sugar's face before inhaling some fresh air that still existed before her stomach gurgled loudly and she farted with all her might.
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'I need to keep farting as much as possible, until she is knocked out' Leshawna thought through gritting teeth.
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"GRAHHHHHHHH!"
Leshawna let out a scream, unleashing an unstoppable torrent of thunderous farts upon Sugar's face. The sheer force and intensity of the gas would make even Owen feel inadequate.
"Jesus! That's not just a fart, it's a damn earthquake," Chris exclaimed, astonished.
"Who said girls can't let out some nasty farts? Trust me, they can, especially those with big booties. Those asses are like ticking stink bombs," Chef chimed in with a smirk.
After a fart that seemed to last an eternity, Leshawna finally stood up, catching her breath.
"Oh god!" She breathed heavily. "That was... so windy. I feel like I just shed a few pounds. What the hell was in that drink?"
As Leshawna got up, she noticed that Sugar was completely unconscious. Even she couldn't withstand the mighty blast of gas for such an extended period.
"You did it!" Cody exclaimed as he rushed over to Leshawna, engulfing her in a huge hug.
"Oh, you're still here? I thought my fart had knocked you out too," Leshawna teased.
"Not quite. I made sure to keep my distance," Cody said, taking a sniff of the air and gagging. "Ewww, but it still stinks."
Leshawna giggled. "Sorry about that. And I don't think I have any more farts left in me."
"Excuse me?"
Cody turned around to find Lindsay clutching her stomach, her lower lip caught between her teeth. "Lindsay?"
"Apologies in advance for what I'm about to do," Lindsay warned. She swiftly grabbed Cody's head, guiding it toward her backside, and released the massive fart she had been holding in, all while gleefully observing the chaos among the others.
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Now, that was a fart deserving of the title "House Clearer." Cody had no clue that Lindsay had such explosive potential, gagging before succumbing to unconsciousness.
"What?!" Leshawna exclaimed in shock.
"Oh yeah, I forgot those two were still here. Looks like Cameron and Lindsay are the winners!" Chris announced.
"Whoo-hoo!" Cameron cheered from a safe distance, wanting to avoid the cloud of fart.
"Uuugugh!" Leshawna grunted in frustration.
"S-Sorry!" Lindsay squealed before hastily retreating.
"This was one hell of a fart marathon. While Chef finds something to dissipate this foul stench, someone is about to be eliminated... once they wake up, of course," Chris declared, anticipating the impending elimination.