Accept your loss

It was such a dumb idea. What would happen if you made him even more excited? Maybe he would crush you even worse than he already was. You accepted the taller femboys victory over you, right as he began to rub his ass further on your face. Sammy was grinding his butt on your face, and a very familiar noise could be heard. The sound of his stomach rumbling with even more gas to release on you.

"Alright. Time to smell it all up!" Sammy had worked up a good sweat rubbing his butt on your face. It was truly nasty, all of the gross male musk and sweat he had built up between those cheeks... Amplified by his sweaty balls grinding against your face too. It was a nice two for one stinking you were on the suffering end of. Sammy tensed up, the start of your fart hell coming from between his two big dark cheeks.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

The first fart was so loud like a thunder clap! The whole arena had to have heard that one...They could only imagine how gross and foul it was. The smelly aroma hitting your senses like a one two punch in the face. It was stronger than any fart you had smelled before, thicker and with a longer lasting scent.

Your eyes were watering from the smell, Sammy grinded his butt more against your face to rub it in. "Wanna tap out? Wanna give up and let it all be over? Too bad. I'm not letting you go until I'm done farting. Better think twice before challenging me again~" Sammy bumped his butt against you, "We both know who's the real StinkStar here. And that's me~" His weight, being so much heavier and taller than you was like being flattened against the turn buckle. A smelly suffocating embrace until you were knocked out by his farts.

"There it is~ Guess what I ate today?"

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

Another roaring loud fart came all over your face. You started kicking on reflex to escape from the foul blast. No more, no more! This wasn't an ordinary fart that you could take, it was a smelly professional's handiwork. Whatever the femboy had eaten, you were going to suffer through all of it. There wasn't just one smell in it, it was several at once. Like someone crammed together every foul stink and put it in Sammy's gut.

You gasped for air, a mistake in your attempts to break free. You inhaled a whiff full of Sammy's big ass musk, crumpling up in disgust and defeat. "You really stink at wrestling... Just shut up and go down already. Don't be a whiner, it's only two farts. How can you not handle two farts from me?"

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

"See? I held back on that one. Don't go crying against my fat ass." Despite what Sammy said, it was worse than the other two farts he unleashed on you. You began seeing stars, fainting against the turn buckle. The last fart was less loud, but even more nastier than the other two. The femboy got off from your face, posing for the crowd.

"See that everybody? No wonder my opponent's don't show up~ I'll fart on every challenger all the same!"

You were a stinky defeated mess in the ring corner, Tonight's biggest loser.

Game Over!