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Chapter 1

"You're so brave agreeing to this, hon, I'm so proud of you!"
Hannah praised her girlfriend Sam in a hushed tone of voice
and gave her an encouraging squeeze of her hand.
The 2 girls were sat side by side in identical black plastic chairs in a neat,
tidy mostly white office.

"Miss Samantha Jones, is it?"
A smartly dressed woman asked as she walked into the office,
and walked around the large desk infront of the girls,
to sit in a plush black luxury office chair.
She was a beautiful looking woman, of about 40, but the only signs of her age was a couple of small barely noticeable crows' feet wrinkles in the corner of her brown eyes,
which was behind a pair of thin yet fashionable red glasses,
and a thin silvery coloured streak in her light brown hair,
which was tied up into a stylish loose bun style.

"Hello. Yeah, I'm Samantha, but most people call me Sam."
Sam anxiously greeted the woman who was wearing a black woman's blazer jacket with a red shirt which was unbuttoned down to her chest, revealing quite a lot of full cleavage.

"Hi, Sam, I'm Dr Joy Blythe, you can call me Dr Blythe."
The woman reached her perfectly manicured hand forward over her desk to shake Sam's hand.

"And who may I ask, is the beautiful young woman you brought with you?"
Dr Blythe asked, looking at Hannah.

"Hi, I'm Hannah, I'm Sam's partner."
Hannah greeted and smiled pleasantly.

"You can call me Joy."
The doctor flirtatiously winked at Hannah before softly chuckling and shook Hannah's hand.
Hannah nervously chuckled along with her. Sam didn't look too impressed.

"So I understand you're ready to tackle and control your addiction. Tell me, what exactly are you addicted to. Bum-sniffing? Face-farting? Or both?"
Joy asked Sam.

"Both."
She answered, she was now looking a little uneasy. A little too uncomfortable.

"Ah, that's quite common for people with your condition to have. Not to worry,
you've come to the right place here at Summer's Breeze. We'll help you manage your addiction."
Joy smiled pleasantly.
Sam crossed her slightly shaky legs, and bit her painted pink thumbnail, whilst Hannah once again reassured her girlfriend by giving her hand another encouraging squeeze.

"It took a lot of convincing, but I think she's ready to control her addiction now."
Hannah revealed to the doctor.

"Yes, I see. There's really no need to be nervous, Sam, we'll take good care of you here."
Joy reassured.

"Thanks."
Sam replied.

"When was the last time you 'sniffed'?"
Joy asked her.

"This morning. About half 7."
Sam answered.

"Was it yours that she sniffed?"
Joy asked Hannah.

"Guilty."
Hannah giggled, raising her free hand slightly and blushed.

"Was it just your scent she sniffed, or did you also give her your farts too?"
Joy continued to question Hannah.

"Erm, no, I woke up before her so she just missed my, um, farts..."
Hannah blushed even more as she told the doctor that. Obviously nervous talking about her wind.

"It's really quite ok, there's no need to be embarrassed.
So when was the last time you farted for her?"
Joy reassured and asked.
Hannah looked towards Sam.

"Yesterday evening, wasn't it? Sometime around 8 - quarter past 8."
Hannah answered and looked back at Joy.

"I see. So, Samantha, you're slightly overdue for another dose then."
Joy proclaimed, pricking Sam's ears up.

"Dose?"
Hannah questioned.

"Yes. A dose, or to put it bluntly, a sniff of a female fart. You see those addicted to bum-sniffing and face-farting need to regularly receive a daily intake of those scents or they'll start to degrade psychologically. Much in the same way someone addicted to heroin would degrade physically if they didn't receive a daily dose of that chemical."
Joy explained.

"You know, I think I made a mistake. I'm not ready to stop yet."
Sam perked up to express her concerns.

"It's not about stopping it completely. That would be impossible to do without dire consequences. You see, Samantha, you are addicted to bum-sniffing/face-farting because you were born with an ever so slightly different part of your brain from other people which makes you NEED to sniff women's bums and their farts to live. Without it, you would suffer terribly. So it's not about stopping yourself from ever 'sniffing' again, but it's about controlling the addiction and managing it at a safe level. Think of it as like someone with an addiction to food, you need to eat food to live so you can't stop it completely, but you can control it so that you receive the food, or in your case, bum scents and farts, in a safe way."
Joy explained to her.

"I - I don't know... I feel like I could control it. I don't know..."
Sam nervously looked down at her feet, and anxiously scratched her arm.

"But you can't, baby, I know you can't. You need this help. Please, take it."
Hannah pleaded with her.

"You're in the safest place possible. Honestly, I'll do all I can to help manage your condition."
Joy also encouraged.

"See? Please, don't turn your back on this help."
Hannah continued to plead.

"I... I don't know..."
Sam shook her head.

"Well, you're here now. We're going to help you, regardless."
Joy told her.

"How? You can't hold me against my will."
Sam defied, and crossed her arms.

"Look, we want to do this as best we can, and so it would be a lot better if you would be willing to cooperate and accept the fact you need this help I'm offering."
Joy replied.
Sam looked into the beautiful full brown eyes of Dr Blythe,
almost studying them.

"You need this help, don't you?"
Joy asked her firmly.

"I... Maybe, but I... Ok, yeah, I do."
Sam admitted and sunk into her hard plastic seat.

"That's the first step towards controlling your addiction."
Joy grinned.
She soon pulled out a clipboard with a form stuck on it.

"If you would both like to sign your name on this please,
so we can get Ms Jones here started onto the right path."
Joy told them, and handed the girls the clipboard.

"Hannah, you sign there as key witness, and Samantha,
you sign there giving yourself over to this fine institution where we shall help you.
Joy explained and pointed with her pen to the 2 different dotted lines at the bottom of the form,
and then gave Hannah the pen for them both to write with.

Hannah immediately signed her name to it, and then gave the pen to Sam.
Sam was hesitant though, as she read through the form.

"Wait a minute, if I sign this it says you'll be free to keep me here for as long as deemed fit, until you're satisfied that I can control and manage my addiction?"
Sam questioned the doctor.

"Yes. We believe that for you to really gain control over your addiction, you must first give control of yourself over to us, or more specifically, to myself. Please, sign the form."
Joy explained.

Sam looked really unsure, but with a little encouragement from Hannah, she finally gave in,
and signed the form. She then handed the form back to Joy.

"Great! Well done, Samantha, you're on the right path now."
Joy grinned enthusiastically, revealing her very pretty shiny white teeth.
Sam swallowed anxiously.

Joy had put the form down, and stood up to walk around the desk. She was wearing a short black pencil skirt and small formal red heels on her feet. The skin on her long thick tanned legs looked so perfectly smooth that it was like she was wearing skin-coloured tights, but clearly,
they was just her natural beautifully smooth-skinned legs.

She looked slightly tall in her heels, about 5' 8''. She was a bit slim but did have lovely pert full-voided C-cup breasts and curvy hips with a well rounded butt,
which her pencil skirt was fully showing off the gorgeous round form of.

She walked behind the girls, as they sat in their seats.
She placed her hand onto both of their shoulders, and leaned down, her grin still on full show.

"You did the right thing bringing Sam to us, Hannah, I'll take good care of her.
Now you go home and relax, safe in the knowledge that your Sam is in safe hands with me."
She looked at Hannah and told her that.
She then rubbed her shoulder a little too friendly for Sam's liking.

Hannah nodded her head, thanked her, and stood up.
Hannah bent down and gave Sam a big hug,
realising that she wont be seeing her again for quite some time.
She grabbed her bag, and was led to the office door by Dr Blythe.

"Don't worry, I'll look after her. This is a little unorthodox, I don't usually do this but I'd really hate to see such a pretty girl like you worrying or fretting,
so please give me your number and I'll call you each day to update you on Sam."
Joy told her by the door, gave her a pen and held her hand out for Hannah write on.
Hannah looked a little confused by the offer but she smiled and agreed to that,
and wrote her phone number down onto the back of Joy's hand.

"Thank you."
Hannah smiled.

"You're more than welcome, love. Take care now."
Joy said goodbye to her, and much to Sam's dismay,
hugged Hannah and gave her a small kiss on the cheek.

Chapter 2

There was something about seeing Hannah walk out of the office that made Sam fret.
She began nervously shaking her legs up and down, and started wringing her hands.
Her eyes began darting around the room, her heart racing hard inside her chest.
Joy walked back over to her, and stood infront of her.

"Right, Sam, before we begin your treatment course, we have to do a quick procedure."
Joy told her, and showed her a really tiny computer chip looking object inside of a small 4-inch long cylindrical clear plastic tube.

"W-what's that for?"
Sam questioned.

"This is a very smart piece of equipment. You see, to help us manage your addiction, we need to make sure you're getting the right dosage of women's farts into your body. As I'm sure you're well aware of, every single person on the planet has their own unique scent to their farts, it's as unique as a fingerprint, and this little chip here can detect the gasses found in farts and identify the individual to whom the farts belong to. Now, not to get it confused with your own scent, it needs to learn it first. We could do that by you farting on it, but I'm guessing you haven't got one built up and ready to go yet, have you?"
Joy explained and asked.

"Um, no."
Sam shook her head.

"I thought so. Ok, well in that case I'm going to have to insert it into your rectum for a few minutes. Once it has your scent, I can use it to monitor how much of another woman's fart is inside your own body, which you'll have inhaled in through your nose."
Joy continued to explain.

"So, what, every time you monitor me you'll have to stick that thing up my butt?"
Sam fretted.
Joy giggled in an almost mocking manner.

"Oh no, this only needs to be inserted just the once inside of you. After that, to monitor you,
it will be done with just a tiny little blood sample,
from nothing more than just a small little prick on your fingertip."
Joy explained.

"Ok, I got to be honest with you, I'm seriously having second thoughts about all this.
I'm not ready yet, I think I should just go."
Sam anxiously revealed and stood up.
Joy put a firm hand onto her shoulder.

"It's natural to feel nervous, but don't worry, the procedure isn't painful...
As long as you don't resist. Now if you'd like to pop-off your trousers, and lay down onto the bed there, we can get it over and down with."
Joy told her, and pointed to the white sheet-paper covered medical bed to the side of the office.

"Y-you don't understand. I'm done. I'm not doing this. I'm going."
Sam continued to fret and shook her head.

"Please, relax. There's no need to resist. If you refuse to cooperate,
I'll have no choice but to get the orderlies in to restrain you, and you'll have the procedure done anyway. It's better if you willingly cooperate."
Joy threatened.

"What? You can't do that to me, I know my rights. I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I'm going."
Sam defiantly told her, and turned to head for the door.
Joy quickly pushed a button on her desk, and as Sam opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of 2 large orderlies dressed in white scrubs blocking her path.

"Step back inside."
One of the orderlies instructed her.
Sam was shocked to hear a female voice coming from that person, as they both looked like guys.
It quickly dawned on her that the orderlies were just really butch tough looking women, with short spikey hair, one had black hair, the other was bleached blonde with pink highlights.

Before Sam had a chance to turn back around, the large woman pushed her shoulder, forcing her to step back as they both walked into the office.

"Thank you, ladies."
Joy thanked them.
Sam turned around to face Joy, as the orderlies grabbed her by the arms and shoulders.

"Now, are you going to play nicely, Samantha, or will these nice ladies need to restrain you?"
Asked Joy, revealing a rather nasty sadistic streak to her persona.

"Y-y-you can't do this to me, let me go this instant! Let me go!"
Sam tried to struggle free but they held her tight. Both women were very strong,
they were built like rugby players.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Samantha. You did sign the form, so now legally,
I can do anything I need to do to you to help with your addiction.
Now, I'll ask you nicely one more time; will you cooperate, or will you resist?"
Joy asked and she advanced on her.

"Fuck off! Let me go!"
Sam continued to struggle.

"Oh. Very well then, we'll play rough. Hold her down over there, girls."
Joy instructed the orderlies with a smirk, enjoying the power and control she has.

Both of the butch women grabbed Sam's arms and painfully dragged her kicking and screaming over to the medical bed. Sam tried desperately to escape their clutches, but it was no use,
they were just simply too strong.

They easily picked her up and slammed her down onto the bed. Sam tried to roll onto her back but the orderlies rolled her over onto her stomach instead. The black haired woman quickly climbed on top of Sam and sat on her upper back, with a knee digging right into the middle of her shoulder blades, using the whole bulk of her bodyweight to pin her down. Sam cried out in pain.

"Stop! Stop! Let me go! Let me go! I can't breathe! Let me go!"
Sam cried as she panted hard.

"Pull her trousers down."
Joy instructed the blonde haired woman.
The woman grabbed the waistline of Sam's pink tracksuit bottoms and roughly pulled them along with her white knickers down to her thighs, just above her knees, exposing her whole backside.

Sam felt the cool air in the room against her now naked exposed bum.
She shut her legs closed, and clenched her buttocks together.

The whole time during the fracas, Dr Blythe had put on some white latex gloves,
and lubed up the small plastic device.
She then walked over to the bed.

"Hold her knees up to her stomach, spread her arse."
Joy instructed the blonde haired woman.
She leaned over the lower half of Sam and roughly wrapped her arms around Sam's thighs,
and yanked them up hard under her body.
Sam continued to cry and scream and struggle, but all to no avail.

"I really would just relax if I was you, Samantha, or else this'll really hurt."
Joy warned, as she put some more lube onto her gloved fingertips.

Suddenly, Sam felt the coldness of the lube being applied to her tight asshole.
Sam only ever used that hole as an exit, so she was not at all used to things going up there.

"Noooo! Noooo!"
She cried out, as she felt her asshole nervously twitch to the feel of the doctor's lubed fingers.
She cringed as she felt a fingertip push up inside of her about an inch or 2.

"Owww! Please stop! Please! Stop! Noooo!"
Sam pleaded.

"You wanted it done this way, love.
You should have thought about this before you refused to cooperate."
Joy gleefully taunted.

Sam could only close her eyes, as she felt the cold tube being inserted inside of her.
She realised it was happening whether she wanted it to or not, so tried her best to just relax her muscles around her bum, and accept it.
It didn't make it any less uncomfortable or stressful, however.

The few short minutes seemed to last for hours to Sam.
Finally, Joy pulled the device out, and pressed on a small button on the bottom end of it, opening the plastic tube and she pulled out the chip.

"There. We're done. That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Joy asked as she put the chip inside of a USB stick.
The orderlies stayed on top of Sam, keeping her pinned down onto the bed.

"Fucking bitch."
Sam cried under her breath.

Joy ignored her remark, and connected the USB stick to her desktop computer.
After a minute, the computer beeped.

"Ah, there we go. All done. We now have your scent on our records."
Joy cheerily told her. She then disconnected the USB stick, and placed it into Sam's folder.
She then stood up, and walked over to the bed again.

"While I got you here, I shall give you your first dose of the day."
Joy told her, as she walked over to Sam's head.

"Let go of me... Please..."
Sam softly pleaded through tears to the orderlies,
who were both smirking with delight at bullying Sam.

"Keep her head still."
Joy instructed the orderly that was sat on top of her.
The woman grabbed Sam's blonde hair, and held her head down so she was stuck facing Joy.

Joy turned around, and pushed her soft big round warm bum into Sam's face. The soft black fabric of her skirt did little to mask the natural warm sweet musky scent of Joy's ass.

"Don't worry, this is a thin fabric and I'm not wearing any underwear, so you'll get the same benefits of this fart as you would if I was to fart naked in your face."
Joy told her in a reassuring tone of voice.
Sam could only groan, as she felt Joy push.

Within moments, Joy unleashed a full-bodied parp. The noise of her fart was muffled.
The hot very musky smelly air spread across the nose, cheeks and mouth of Sam's almost instantly.
Just through pure habit, Sam sniffed it all in right away.
At the sudden smell of Joy's fart, Sam calmed down. She started to breathe more controllably,
and heart rate softened. Who'd have thought just one fart from Joy was enough to completely calm her down, and she fully relaxed, even with the strong heavy woman bearing down onto her back.

"You can get off of her now."
Joy told the orderlies as she then walked away, who obliged and got off Sam.
They still held her arms though as they pulled her off the bed and stood her up onto her feet,
making sure she couldn't run away.

Sam's face was reddish and tears stained her cheeks. She felt heavy around her knees.
Joy was still holding onto the plastic tube that had contained the chip.

"Pull up her trousers, I don't wish to see her genitals."
Joy smirked as she glanced down towards Sam's neatly kept privates.
The black haired woman roughly pulled the pink tracksuit bottoms up Sam's legs,
with her knickers giving her a bit of an awkward wedgie,
made even worse by the dull ache she felt around her tender asshole.

"Show our new guest to her room, please."
Joy instructed the orderlies. They turned her around and pushed on her arms.

"Wait! What about my suitcase?!"
Sam fretted, as she looked over her shoulder at her pink suitcase sitting beside the chair.

"We'll have to go through that to take your clothes and
confis**te any prohibited items you may have in it. It'll be returned to you shortly."
Joy answered her.

"You'll take my clothes?!"
Sam questioned anxiously as she was frogmarched to the door.

"Yes. You'll be giving a set of pyjamas to wear for the duration of your stay.
Your normal clothes shall be returned to you when you're released."
Joy replied, watching Sam getting hauled away.

As the orderlies shoved her out of the office, just before the door closed, Sam looked over her shoulder once more and caught Joy having a subtle sniff of the small plastic tube that had just been up inside of Sam's ass, suddenly realising that Joy has a fondness for bum-sniffing herself.


Chapter 3

Sam was dragged kicking and screaming through the white sanitised-looking hallways and passed through a few checkpoint sections, where only the orderlies with their electronic passes could pass through the locked doors. The place was more akin to that of a high-tech prison than a medical institution. Finally, they came to a large room with dozens of small dorms on each side.

They stopped at a door to a little dorm room,
where the black-haired orderly opened the white steel door with her electronic pass,
and it whooshed open like a futuristic door from a sci-fi show.
They threw Sam into the room, making her fall hard onto the ground.

"Come here, you dirty bitch!"
The blonde woman barked, and lunged at her. With the help of the other orderly,
they roughly grabbed at Sam's pink tracksuit and tore it off her, bra and knickers as well,
so she was now laying naked on the cold beige linoleum floor.

"I love it when they struggle."
The black haired brute quipped to her partner, as they each picked up Sam's clothing.

The room was very small. There was just enough space for a small single bed by a small barred window, with a steel toilet close by to it, and a small little steel desk with an old TV set on it.

"Put those on."
The black haired woman demanded, pointing to the generic grey cotton pyjamas which were neatly stacked in a square on the cream coloured bed sheets.
Sam crawled naked and humiliated to the bed, and pulled herself up to her feet.
She stared at the pyjamas.

"You deaf or just stupid? She told you to put those on."
The bleached blonde woman repeated her partner's demands.
Sam looked at them both with a scowl on her face.

"You'll do as I say. Trust me, you won't want us putting them on you ourselves."
The black haired one threatened.
Sam anxiously gulped and looked back to the pyjamas, and picked them up to swiftly put them on.

"Aw, I was hoping she refused so we could teach her a lesson in obedience..."
Blonde hair playfully sighed, making black hair chuckle.

"Plenty of time for that, another time."
Black hair smirked.
She, as well as her blonde haired partner, then turned around and walked out the door.
The door whooshed closed behind them, along with a small beep.

"We're going to have fun with that bitch."
Sam heard them say, their words muffled from behind the door.

"Come on, let's go see that silly tart in Unit #26, I want to make her cry again!"
One of them sneered cruelly, and their footsteps soon faded away down the hall.

Sam walked up to the door, and tried to open it, but there was no handle at all on it.
She studied it, running her fingers around the edges, trying to find some way to force it open.
No use, it was shut solid, the only way to open it was with one of those
electronic passes from the outside.
She then turned her attention to the small window above the bed.
Standing on the bed, she pushed and pressed against it but it too was shut solid.
She tapped the glass and realised that it was reinforced shatterproof glass.
Not that it would matter, the window was so small that even if there was no glass there's no way she'd be able to squeeze her body through it. She was trapped. A prisoner with no escape.
Eventually Sam gave up, and curled up into a ball on the bed, and cried.

8 hours slowly passed by, when the door suddenly whooshed open.
In walked Dr Blythe.

"Settling in well, Samantha?"
She asked pleasantly, holding a clipboard.

"No. I don't want to settle. I just want to go home..."
She sighed in reply.

"Oh dear. Well, I'm afraid to say, home is just a distant thought for you now.
Just focus on your treatment, and the 3 months to your release will eventually come round."
Joy chirped.

"3 months?! I want out now!"
Sam gasped.

"This place is for your own good, Samantha.
Time will come when it'll be hard work just getting you to leave this place!"
Joy giggled.
Her little joke falling onto deaf ears.

"I just came here to drop off your treatment schedule. Please read through carefully."
Joy told her, as she took a piece of paper off the clipboard with Sam's schedule printed onto it, and handed it to Sam. Sam took it in her hand, and looked at it.

"Please follow the schedule carefully, as any delays will lead to punishment.
You better settle in quickly, as this timetable is non-negotiable."
Joy warned, suddenly changing her cheery demeanour into a stern one.

"7am daily shower? How's that helpful to my treatment?"
Sam puzzled, still reading through the daily schedule.

"A clean body is a healthy body, and a healthy body leads to a healthy mind set."
Joy answered, changing back into a pleasantly cheery demeanour.

"I usually wake up about 8."
Sam concerned.

"You're also usually in some seedy alleyway with some dirty sniff-pedlar by lunchtime paying for sniffs of her skanky arse, but you wont be doing that now that you're here, will you?"
Joy scornfully remarked.

"The timetable is non-negotiable. You'll be woken up just before 7 each and every morning to have a shower with the rest of the addicts."
Joy told her, before checking her other notes on the papers attached to her clipboard.

"It seems you're overdue for another dose. Now are you going to be a good little fart-lover,
and sniff my arse as I fart? Or do you want me to get my lovely orderlies and do it the hard way?"
Joy asked. She then turned around, and bent over just a little, with her bum sticking out.
Sam stared at her lovely round shapely bottom.
She was extremely tempted to just stick her nose to it and sniff.

"You got 'til the count of 3 to start sniffing my arse."
Joy warned.
Sam was still gawking at the wonderful curvy feminine shape of the lovely round bum that was covered by the black fabric of her skirt.

"One... Two..."
Joy counted.
Sam was unable to stop herself from slinking off the bed onto her knees on the floor,
and crawled the couple of short feet of distance to come face-to-ass with the amazing butt.
She closed her eyes and leaned in nose-first.

"Three."
Joy suddenly said just before Sam's button nose could touch
the warm middle of the 2 perfectly rounded mounds of soft cloth-covered flesh.

"Fine, have it your way."
Joy spoke in an almost gleeful tone, as Sam's eyes opened to see Joy step aside,
and in rushed the 2 burly orderlies. They roughly tackled Sam to the ground, onto her back.
The black haired woman grinned as she mounted Sam, sitting hard onto her chest, while the other sat on her stomach. Black hair had grabbed Sam's wrists and yanked her arms down to her sides, where blonde hair took over, clutching Sam's wrists and pinned her arms under both of their knees.

Sam could only kick and thrash her legs as she was helplessly pinned hard to the ground.
The combined weight of the 2 women sitting on her made it extremely hard for Sam to breathe.

"Get - get off me! Get of me!"
Sam desperately gasped.
Her pleadful eyes looked up to Joy's as she walked over to her head,
just hoping for any sign of mercy, but she showed her none.
Sam was inaudibly begging her to call off the 2 big butch women to let up on her.
Joy purposefully stood with her heeled feet on each side of Sam's head.
Sam could no longer see Joy's face, all she could see was right up between her long sultry legs.
She really wasn't lying when she said earlier in the day that she wasn't wearing any knickers.

"Please - please - I'll sniff willingly! I'll sniff your arse willingly!"
Sam managed to gasp out.

"I know you will."
Joy replied, as she then lowered herself down onto Sam's face.
The closer her crotch came down, the darker it got for Sam.
Her last brief glimpse of light, revealed how much Joy kept her private area trim and tidy.

In the darkness inside of Joy's black skirt, Sam could feel the velvety softness of her pussy pressing gently against the bridge of her nose. She then felt the soft slightly damp silky skin rub upwards towards the middle of her eyes before resting down onto her.

She may not have been able to see anything, but she could certainly smell that her little taut butthole was resting right at the tip of her nose. Her hole wasn't covering her nostrils,
but from the angle that she was having her face sat on, meant that with every sniff in,
all she could smell was the slightly strong musky yet sweet smell.
It was almost like the scent of honey that had been made inside of a goddess's colon.

That smell swiftly disappeared though when a sudden breeze of hot smelly air trumped out of Joy.

*PPRRRUUMMMTTTHHH!*

Her warm fart had washed over the open nostrils of Sam, and over her lips too.
Almost like a warm wave that had spread around the little area of her nose and mouth.
Sam dutifully took a big sniff in.
Oh the smell was a strong one.
The gaseous meaty stench made her eyes water, yet she continued to sniff it all in.
Maybe it was because she was now smelling it directly from her hole,
that Joy's fart was now unfiltered through the black fabric from earlier
which made it smell a whole lot stronger than the fart she experienced earlier that day.
She quietly and softly coughed as the smell hit and stuck to the back of her throat.
Still, she continued to sniff.

Joy just sat comfortably and professionally still on Sam's face, allowing her to take it all in.
After a long drawn out minute, she stood up.
She stared down at Sam, who was softly gasping like a fish out of water.

"Let that be a lesson to you, bitch. One way or another, you're going to be sniffing up each and every fart that I give you, and you'll be grateful for it too!"
Joy sternly lectured her.
Sam submissively nodded her head, letting her know she understands perfectly well.
Joy then stepped away from Sam, and the 2 beefy women also got up off of Sam.

"You're lucky my farts smell nice, aren't you?"
Joy playfully smirked, before turning around to head out the door.

"Yeah - they do..."
Sam submissively agreed with her, still nodding her head and gasping.
Joy then turned around, looking at Sam from the hallway.

"I'll give your regards to Hannah, when I call her from my office."
Joy grinned before the door whooshed closed, and beeped, locking Sam in her room, alone once more.
Sam rolled onto her side, and hugged her knees for comfort.
The smell of Joy's fart still lingered around in the back of her nose.

Several minutes passed by, as Sam contemplated what had just happened to her.
Mixed emotions ran through her entire body. It felt like both torture and yet sweet relief.
It felt like soothing comfort, despite the bruising on her wrists from being roughly manhandled.
She eventually crawled up onto the bed, where she laid for the rest of the evening,
falling asleep an hour later.

Chapter 4

The noise of a loud beeping alarm awoke Sam.
It was still a little bit dark outside with just the faintest morning sunlight creeping in through the small window. She opened her weary tired eyes and looked around,
wondering where the noise is coming from. She noticed a few small peppered holes in the wall beside her bed, where the noise is coming from. She wanted to shut it off,
but couldn't find anywhere to do that, before realising it was automated.

The annoying beeping stopped after a couple minutes,
and her bedroom door whooshed open, with no one there.
She tiredly scrambled to her feet, and peered outside.
She saw a couple other patients looking out through their doors as well.
Some others had already walked out of their room,
and was confidently walking towards an opening at the end of the hallway.

"Come on, you lot, shower time."
One of the male patients said cheerily as he walked by, holding a towel over his arm.
Sam grabbed a towel that was resting on the bottom of the bed,
and along with the rest of the uneasy patients, hesitantly followed that guy down the hall.
The big white tiles on the ground felt very cold to Sam's bare feet.

When she got down to the opening, she walked in and thankfully saw that it was split into two separate rooms, a men's and women's shower area.

She walked into the women's area, and followed the example of the seemingly more experienced women patients, who had taken their pyjamas off by the side of the room, placed their towels on top, and then walked naked into the middle flooring. Sam did the same, and she walked into the middle area, the water suddenly turned on, and it was like standing under rain. The water was lovely and hot.

She began rubbing herself but then wondered where the soap or shampoo was.
She looked around nervously, as she saw other women lathering themselves up in foamy soap,
some were washing their hair with shampoo and conditioner.

"You're new here, aren't you?"
A soft voice suddenly said.
She looked to the side, and saw the young pretty woman who's voice it was.
She was a sweet looking redheaded girl, of about 18 years of age.

"Yeah."
Sam answered.

"Didn't you bring any bodywash with you?"
She asked Sam.
Sam shook her head.

"Oh, that's ok, you can share mine."
She smiled and handed Sam a small pink bottle of fruity smelling liquid soap.

"Thanks!"
Sam grinned, and applied some into her hands before handing the bottle back to her.

"No problem. My name's Claire, by the way."
Claire smiled and extended her free hand.

"I'm Samantha, but most people call me Sam."
Sam introduced herself, and shook her wet slippery hand.

"So what do you think about her? She's nice, isn't she?"
Claire asked.

"Who?"
Sam questioned.

"Dr Blythe? I saw her go into your room yesterday evening, figured she's your doctor here, too."
Claire elaborated.

"Oh, um, well 'nice' isn't exactly the word I'd use to describe her..."
Sam lowered her eyes.

"I know her posh voice and mannerisms may be off-putting to some, but really she's a lovely warm kind-hearted woman once you get past her professionalism. Give her a chance, she'll grow on you."
Claire beamed.

"Is she your doctor here too?"
Sam asked.

"Yeah, talk about lucky! Having the head doctor here assigned to you definitely has it's advantages. You can get certain perks if you ask her nicely enough.
How do you think I got this lovely bodywash to use?"
Claire crowed.

"Oh. How many others is she assigned to?"
Sam continued questioning her as they showered.

"There's 4 others. No doctor here ever has more than 6 patients assigned to them."
Claire explained.

"So how long have you been here then?"
Sam asked.

"Well currently this is just my first week here, but I've been here before,
back before I relapsed and came back again."
Claire confessed.

"You like sniffing women's bums too, huh?"
Sam smirked.

"Fuck yeah I do! Everyone here does. I enjoy it too much though, hence why I'm back here again.
Honestly I tried my best not to relapse after my first spell in here,
but I just really cannot get enough of that wonderful smell.
I'd be down on my knees behind you sniffing your crack right now if it wasn't all soapy!"
Claire declared.

"Oh thanks! What's wrong with my soapy butt?"
Sam laughed having just finished soaping up her bum when Claire said that.

"It's all soapy! I only enjoy the natural unwashed scent."
Clair admitted with a cheeky grin.

"I know how you feel..."
Sam revealed.

"That's another thing you'll come to love about Dr Joy, she only ever washes her bum 2 times a week, so her smell can become nice and ripe."
Claire winked and grinned eagerly.

"I'll bear that in mind..."
Sam rolled her eyes, feeling a little unsure how to take that news.

"Speaking of washing, you'll want to hurry up, they turn the cold water on in about a minute."
Claire said as she rushed to wash the soap off her small slim body.
Sam heeded her warning and quickly washed the soap off too.
Both girls then headed back over to their towels and pyjamas,
where they quickly dried off and put their pyjamas back on.
Sam wrapped her towel around her long dripping wet blonde hair which had darkened to a brown colour from the wetness, and headed out of the showers, back out to the hallway with Claire.
As they walked out, they could hear the sudden shocked screams and yelps from the inexperienced patients reacting to the sudden icy cold water being showered on them.
Claire softly laughed at those sounds.

"It's nice meeting you, Sam, I guess I'll see you later during group therapy."
Claire smiled, before they parted ways, going back to their own room each.

As Sam entered her room, the door whooshed shut behind her and locked her in.
She looked through the small drawer in the desk, and found a basic yet functional hairdryer,
along with a comb and a pencil on top of some blank sheets of A4 paper.
The back of her pyjamas got a little bit damp from her wet hair as she unwrapped the towel,
and plugged in the hairdryer in the last remaining plug socket beside the TV plug.
She blow-dried her hair, and then sat on the bed as she awaited breakfast.

She turned the TV set on, hoping some mediocre morning TV show would help pass the time.
She was surprised to see, however, that each channel was tuned into Summer Breeze's own broadcast.

The channel consisted of a black and white looping film of someone's nose sniffing at some obviously female bum, with some looping soothing instrumental music in the background,
and different inspirational phrases phasing in and out of the picture,
such as: "You are in control of your own sense of smell", "You only need a few sniffs a day",
"You will survive on just a few farts a day", etc.

She felt it a bit strange to watch, and yet could not take her eyes off the TV screen.
Just merely seeing someone else sniffing another woman's butt,
was as enticing and almost as exhilarating as doing that herself.
It was even almost as fulfilling for her,
but she started craving really badly for a sniff of that woman's bum herself.
She even yearned to sniff Joy's ass again
just so she can get her fix of the amazing deep sweetly dark scent.

She was suddenly alarmed by the noise of a small hatch opening under the door.
A bowl of cornflakes with a spoon resting in the glass of milk next to it and a slice of buttered bread was pushed through on top of a black tray, before the hatch closed shut and locked up.

Sam was feeling pretty hungry now,
yet she felt like she didn't need the food on offer for breakfast,
that she'd only need to sniff Joy's ass and inhale a few of her wonderful filling farts to fully supplement her body's digestive needs for breakfast.
She felt it somewhat amusing how confused her feelings are,
how she really dislikes Dr Blythe and yet here she is, longing for just another chance to sniff Joy's own unique brand of a very special private intimate scent.

Realising that she wont be getting to enjoy Joy's scent for a little while,
she decided to pick up the food tray and eat her breakfast, as she watched the TV screen.
As she ate, she couldn't help but to imagine that the nose on the screen is her own,
and the beautiful looking naked bum that the nose was sniffing at, was Joy's.

A short while after breakfast, the door to her room whooshed open.
Upon seeing Dr Blythe standing in the doorway, Sam felt mixed emotions.
She was relieved to see her, standing there in all her beauty,
wearing pretty much the same outfit she was wearing the day before.
Yet she also felt a little uneasy, as though the room suddenly filled with tension and anxiety.
She noticed she was holding the handle to the pink suitcase that belonged to Sam.

"Good morning, Samantha. How are we feeling today? You feel settled in yet?"
Dr Blythe greeted her pleasantly and asked, as she walked in, wheeling in the suitcase with her.

"I guess so, kind of, but not really."
Sam answered in an unsure way.

"Good, good. Well I took the liberty to personally bring you your suitcase.
Your clothes have been removed, as well as a couple other prohibited items,
but you'll find your toothbrush and your own combs, as well as a couple hairbands and hairclips.
Maybe these will help you to settle in a little bit easier."
The good doctor told her.

"Thanks."
Sam dryly replied.

"I also allowed you to keep that framed picture of your girlfriend you had inside of it.
Usually personal photos aren't allowed, but for you, I made an exception."
Joy smiled.

"Oh good!"
Sam gasped, and immediately opened the suitcase up to pull out the picture.
She smiled as she saw the beautiful comforting sight of her lover and best friend.
She gave the lips a little kiss and then placed it by her side onto the bed.

"She's a very attractive girl.
It's a crying shame such a beautiful young woman has to sit at home, alone..."
Dr Joy pondered.

"Yeah..."
Sam quietly agreed.

"I also wanted to personally inform you of how you'll be receiving your intake of female bum scents throughout the day here that you'll spend in this room. We can't cut you off those scents cold turkey, so instead, every few hours, one of the lovely volunteers here will be assigned to the doorway, for you to sniff to your heart's content for an hour each time."
Joy began to explain to her.

"Oh, they will be women, wont they?"
Sam nervously asked.
Joy softly chuckled.

"Of course! All our volunteers here are lovely beautiful women of various shapes and sizes.
To help you experience a different 'flavour' each time and to not make it so monotonous for you,
you'll never smell the same volunteer twice in a row. You got a volunteer due in about 5 minutes,
what will happen is that they'll press a button so the door opens a special hatch a few feet above from the food hatch, allowing the volunteer to poke her naked bum through and hold it there for an hour, for you to sniff as much as you feel the need to."
Joy explained further.

"That does actually sound really nice."
Sam responded, with a little smile forming onto her face.

"Be warned though, the volunteer's arse is for sniffing ONLY. If anything other than your nose touches her bum - if you try to touch it with your finger or lick it with your tongue - she will report you and you will be punished. Is that clear?"
Joy sternly asked.

"Yes, doctor. I understand."
Sam answered as her smile faded.

"Good. One last thing before I go. It's time for your first dose of the day.
Are you going to play a lot nicer today, and sniff it from my arse like a good little patient?"
Joy asked with a smirk.

"Yes, ma'am, I'll be good."
Sam nodded her head.

Joy smiled, then turned around, and hitched her black skirt up over her round curvy buttocks.
She bent forward just a bit, with Sam's face just a foot away from where she sat on bed.
Sam leant her face in, up closer,
resting the nostrils of her nose at the beautiful looking dark butt crack.

She sniffed.
Joy's amazing scent smelt ever so slightly stronger, just more subtly so,
than it did the day before.
She could tell, just from the tiniest little change in strength,
that Joy hadn't washed her bum since yesterday.
The smell was still ever so nice.
So lovely. So satisfying.
She sniffed at it a couple of times, when suddenly, she felt her asshole push.

*PFFFFUMMTTTFFF!*

A nice warm full fart breezed out over Sam's nose.
She sniffed her strong musky bold fart in deep.
So strong. So filling.
Joy held her position for a moment or two, making sure Sam breathed it all in.
Sam couldn't help but to softly sigh contentedly with each sniff.
Joy suddenly pulled away and lowered her skirt over herself.

"Enjoy."
Was the only word Joy said, as she walked confidently out the door,
which whooshed shut behind her.
Sam stared at the door, and sniffed the air in front of her face once more.
She couldn't smell any more traces of the fart lingering in the air, although it lingered in the back of her nose, and she slowly slumped backwards onto the bed, and sighed happily
as the echo of Joy's footsteps faded down the hall.

A few minutes passed by when, right on schedule, Sam heard footsteps approaching her door.
There was a small muffled beep, swiftly followed by a bum-shaped hatch sliding open.
Sam stared at the gap that was about 3 feet up from the food hatch on the ground,
and watched as the creamy pink flesh of the woman's buttocks from the other side press through it.
Despite not being able to see anything else of the woman,
Sam could tell that the woman on the other side of the door was of a fairly large chubby size.

Taking a small breath of fresh air, Sam eagerly slid off the bed, onto her knees,
and crawled up to the awaiting mass of lovely ass that was awaiting her nose.
She knew, as she inched her face closer and closer to the incredible shape, that this last breath she has will be the last bit of fresh air she'll smell, and for the next hour,
she won't be smelling anything else other than the amazing aroma of this woman's large rotund bum.

She gently wedged her nose nostrils-first into the really deep crevice of this wall of flesh.
The woman's crack was a little bit on the sweaty side, making a dew-like residue thinly coat the skin around her nose, but that just made her natural smell seem more bolder and flavourful.

She closed her eyes as she pressed her nose right on in there,
with the cheeks of her face embracing the soft cheeks of the plumped cushiony woman's buttocks.
She realised she had pressed her nose in too far,
as her nostrils pressed right against the big wrinkled sphincter,
cutting off the access to air through her nose, so she pulled her head back less than a millimetre.
That's better, she can really breathe in every whiff of the lovely ripe smell now.

Sam just kept her eyes closed as she rested comfortably on her knees,
her nose stuck up the big woman's ass crack.
She couldn't help but to think how this volunteer's ass certainly smells different from Joy's ass.
She wondered if the smell was comparable to anything.
It was a bit more spicier and muskier to Joy's smell, and yet it had a very sweet edge to it.
Her best guess to comparing it to another smell was that it sort of smelt like a spiced 30-day old pork sausage meat with a sweet flowery aftertaste.

It was futile to try to compare the fabulous smell to another,
there is and could never be another smell like this.
The fantastic aroma is entirely unique to the woman, just as her fingerprint is unique to her.

Knowing she'll never smell a smell like hers ever again from another woman,
Sam just emptied all thoughts in her mind, and let herself get overtaken by the power of the scent.

The hour passed by in what felt like mere minutes.
During the whole time, Sam was experiencing a high no d**g or narcotic could ever replicate.
For the whole hour of sniffing her butt, her mind was zoned out,
bathing in the light of a 1000 different colours that no naked eye has ever seen.

She was suddenly snapped out of it by the large ass moving away from her.
She almost drew her head through the hatch as her nose desperately tried to cling on to the powerfully seductive smell inside the large deep hot sweaty crack of her big curvy ass.
For just the most briefest of moments before the hatch slid shut,
Sam peeked at the volunteer through the gap whose ass she'd just spent an hour sniffing.
She only saw the back of her body and a quarter of her face, yet she knew she was a beautiful gingery curly haired woman, with pale freckly rosy cheeks.

She looked like she was wearing a standard nurse style outfit, but her black slacks on her legs had a big hole cut out of the back for her massive fat ass to jut out of.

Sam's lower lip quivered as she breathed in through her mouth,
her heart rate picked up and started to race a little inside her chest.
She placed a hand to her chest to calm her heart, and rolled around,
and sat backwards, resting up against the door.
She sighed heavily, thanking her lucky stars for having had the honour and privilege of getting to sniff the big gorgeous ass that belongs to such a beautiful large curvy woman.

She only realised when she looked down towards her crotch,
that there was a large wet patch that had formed around the grey cotton fabric.
She had evidently orgasmed rather explosively during the sniffing of that wonderful big butt,
and yet she was so buzzed out of her mind throughout that she didn't even know it had happened.

She ran her hand down through the waistline, glancing her fingers over her damp skin,
and felt her soppy wet cunt. It was so hot, it almost felt like touching an open flame.
Her body was still so horny, and all it took was a few flicks of her clit to make her cum again.

She was so filled with pure physical ecstasy, that she had forgotten to take her bottoms off first.
The whole crotch and thigh areas of the soft grey fabric had gotten soaked through with her cum.
When she finally came to her senses, fully realising she was essentially sitting in her own juice,
she slid the pyjama bottoms off, and got up, grabbed her towel, and wiped herself down.

Looking at the digital clock stuck in the upper wall,
she became aware of the fact that group therapy would start in half an hour and these were the only set of pyjamas she had. She couldn't attend the session naked,
and so her only hope to save face and not have people thinking she had wet herself,
would be to attempt to dry the trousers with her hairdryer
and hope that her cum doesn't leave a visible patch.


Chapter 5

Half an hour later, at exactly 1pm, the door to Sam's room whooshed open.
Luckily for Sam, she was now wearing her pyjama bottoms and it was almost impossible to see any sign at all that she had cummed loads in them.

"Come on, stupid tart, group therapy."
The black haired orderly told her as she stood by the opened doorway.
Sam stood up and walked out the room.

"That way. Move it."
The burly orderly pointed down the hall.
Sam walked on down the hall.

"Hey, fancy seeing you again!"
Claire suddenly called out cheerily to her as she jogged up behind Sam.
Sam looked back as she walked, and watched as Claire walked up beside her,
patting her back in a friendly greeting manner.

They walked together, along with 4 other patients, until they came to a small room.
Dr Blythe was already sitting down on a chair, with 6 other chairs around her in a circle.

"Please, come in. Sit down."
Joy greeted them, and waved her hand to the empty hard black plastic chairs.
The group walked in, and each one took a seat.
Claire made sure to sit beside Sam, with Sam sitting so she was directly facing Joy.

Joy first began with introductions, getting everyone to tell the others their names,
if it was there first time at the institution or not,
and then she began explaining the purpose and goals of the group therapy session.
It was all pretty normal standard stuff as you would expect.

About 15mins into it, Joy decided it was time for the patients to tell of the life-changing moment that made them realise that they need help in controlling their addiction.

Max, the 30-something bald-headed clean-shaved guy sat next to Joy, was chosen to start first.

"It was 2 weeks ago," he began, speaking in a well-mannered voice,
"I had won a substantial amount of money on a rather unlikely bet on the horses. I couldn't believe my luck, and so I wanted to go out and go a little wild with my winnings. To live a little. Now I don't have a wife or girlfriend, and it had been a little while since I splashed out on having some time with a sniff-pedlar, usually I only visited my local sniff-girl every other weekend when my wages allowed me to, but having acquired the funds I decided to pay for a whole group of them to join me on a 3-day weekend excursion to Brighton."
He told them all openly.

"I booked us into a hotel near the pier, and spent the whole day just sniffing each of their lovely fragrant bottoms as they took turns to fart on me as and when they needed to, and we spent all night each night drinking and partying and gambling like as if it was the end of the world. Trouble is, I'm not a very pleasant drinker, and on the last night there I ended up saying some horrid things which angered the women. In my drunken stupor, I told them that seeing as I was paying for them they will do as they are told and when I eventually passed out drunk, I awoke to find myself handcuffed to the bed, with the girls no where to be seen. I was badly hungover, and could only just about remember how much of a bastard I was to them."
He revealed.

"Eventually, a maid at the hotel came into the room, and I begged her to free me. She thought the scene was an hilarious sight, and asked me what we had been doing there, as she had heard the whole fracas the previous night. I explained to her what happened and what we was there for, and she was a little bit shocked about my desire for sniffing girl's bums and farts. She then looked for the keys for the cuffs when she stumbled across the bag which contained my money in. She rifled through it, and started counting out the pile of money right in front of me. I realised the girls I had been with had taken just £5,000 of it before they had left me. The maid, however, had different ideas. I asked her to put the money back, as I felt a little uneasy with the way she was excitedly holding the cash. She just laughed and asked, 'what money?' and put it back into the bag and put the bag over her shoulder. I pleaded with her to stop and just free me, but she turned to me and asked me if I also like kissing girls farts, I nodded my head and she then said, "well you can kiss the money, and my fart, goodbye!" and she turned around, stuck her arse out at me, and blew off a fart and walked off with my money, laughing!"
He told them all.

"It was hours later when I was finally rescued by another hotel worker, but during that time, I had a lot to think about. About what had happened. About how I had lost over £30,000 on one weekend due in a large part to my addiction. I didn't think I needed help though. That I could control it myself, but within hours of returning home, I borrowed some money from my mother and was back down an alleyway, with another sniff-girl, satisfying my needs for a sniff of her anus.
It was only last week when I decided I cant control it and I should get help, and now I am here."
He explained.

"Did you smell her fart?"
Claire suddenly asked, raising her hand.

"W-what? The sniff-girl's?"
Max flustered and asked.

"No, that maid. Could you actually smell her fart?"
She cleared up her question.

"Oh um, well uh, no she was a little too far away..."
He chuckled nervously and answered her.

"Oh."
Claire responded, a little disappointed and lowered her hand.

"Why don't you go next, Claire."
Joy told her, as she continued to write things down on her clipboard.

"Well I don't really have a story, I just really love sniffing ass!"
She boasted excitedly, making the other patients laugh.

"Settle down. You must have some bad experiences that makes you seek help?"
Joy sternly pondered.

"Ummm..."
Claire hummed as she paused to think.

"Well there was this one real bad experience.
I had hired this escort for the night, just for sniffing purposes,
who the agency said she was a size 16 but turned out she was actually a size 18..."
Claire told everyone.

"And that was bad?"
Joy puzzled, resting her clipboard onto her lap and studied Claire's face hard.

"Well yeah. When she sat on my face, I nearly suffocated!"
She beamed with a big grin, and everyone laughed.

"Quiet, please."
Joy scolded the patients.

"Please be serious for a moment, Ms Richards."
She then scolded Claire.

"Ok that wasn't actually a bad experience. She smelt really nice too. Really sweet.
I really enjoyed having my face buried up her lovely big bum.
Anyone else here notice how the bigger the meat on a woman's butt is, the sweeter she smells?"
Claire asked. The patients all thought for a moment before murmuring in agreement.

"I suppose the worst experience I ever had was when I picked up this pretty lady in a gay club, she was quite a bit older than me, but really hot, she looked like a proper MILF!
She made me feel so comfortable talking to her, and I suppose the drink was giving me courage,
so I just came out and told her strait that I really get off on sniffing butt and being farted on.
She thought I was joking at first but I kept telling her that I really do enjoy it,
so she said, 'ok prove it!' and took me into the club toilets where we went into a loo stall and
she let me kneel behind her and sniff her bum. Oh she smelt so good. Nice and strong, you know.
Really flavourful. I then asked if she'll fart for me, but she told me she didn't need to fart yet, and that I really didn't want to smell her farts as her farts are 'deadly'!"
Claire revealed to everyone.

"Well I couldn't turn down that challenge! So I told her to try me, to fart in my face and I'll be able to sniff it all in easy peasy. She just winked and said 'ok maybe later' when she gets me back to her place. Eventually, that's where we ended up, she took me back to her house. We was both pretty drunk and all over eachother, kissing and fondling. We ended up naked with me sitting on top of her as she laid on her bed, snogging her, when she suddenly said, 'I have a fart coming, you still think you can handle it?', well no guesses what I said to that! I got down off the bed, kneeling before her arse as she lifted her legs up, holding onto her thighs, laying like a baby waiting to be changed, spreading everything. I held my nose to her crack and sniffed her lovely dark tasty scent. She then asked me one last time if I'm really sure I want to smell her fart.
I nodded my head and she let me have it! Ripping her fart right in my face! Wow!"
Claire exclaimed as she reminisced the experience.

"I should have heeded her warnings though. I shouldn't have underestimated her power.
Her fart really stunk! Honestly, I love a real good ripe fart, but hers? Oh god it was way too strong for me to handle. It made my eyes water so bad, like teargas it was. I started coughing and waving my hand in front of my face, but the stinging smell just wouldn't let up. The whole time I'm coughing, the woman is just laughing her head off, finding it all really amusing.
She laughed so much that it actually took her right off the mood for sex. When the smell started to simmer out, I leaned my face back in, just sniffing to see if her fart still lingered around her arse or not, when she just suddenly farted in my face again!
It started again with her rolling about in laughter."
She explained.

"Needless to say, we didn't have sex. I mean, I still wanted to have sex with her,
but she was now put off sex completely with me from laughing so much,
so she ended up phoning me a taxi, but just before I left she said she has a present for me,
and then gave me an empty yet sealed shut jar. I asked what it was and she said she always gives her lovers mementos to remember her by. That's all she'd say on the matter and when I got into the cab, as I was being driven home, I was examining the jar and I opened it up,
and was suddenly greeted by that familiar yet extremely hot ripe smell of her fart!
The cab driver actually had a go at me, thinking it was me who let off!"
Claire told everyone, who was all giggling and chuckling at her amusing tale.

"Still, that's not the reason I'm here. It didn't put me off sniffing other women's butts and their lovely smelling farts. I just got pretty out of control, I kept craving it more and more.
Like a d**g, I just couldn't stop myself. It became the first thing I'd ask a girl every time I went out on the pull, 'can I sniff your bum?', not the best pick-up line in the world, eh?"
She explained more, her tone of voice turning more serious.

"I was here before, I needed the help and it worked for a while, but I relapsed. I started spiralling out of control again, and that's why I'm here now. To get help in controlling it again."
She lowered her pretty blue eyes to the floor, and softly sighed.
Sam put a comforting hand onto her shoulder, and gently rubbed her.

Joy noticed this display of affection, and asked Sam what event made her seek help.

"Well, at first I thought I had hit the jackpot. My lovely girlfriend was so understanding in my needs to sniff her bum, and it was great because she'd allow me to do it anytime I pleased. She'd even fart in my face anytime she was windy. It was a great set up but the trouble is, she would be gone for hours during the day, what with working. There are times during the day when I couldn't stand to wait to get back from work to sniff some lovely ass again, and I would go out to some seedy little alleyway where I'd pay a sniff-girl for a good few whiffs of her ass. It was fine because my girl didn't know about it, but the other day one of my girl's mates had caught me on my knees, sniffing at a sniff-girl's butt. She of course told my girl, and my girl wasn't at all happy with me going behind her back like that..."
Sam confessed.

"I still don't think I need help though. I only came here because my girl was so unhappy with me that she thinks I need help in controlling it. I can control it myself though, it was just a stupid mistake. I don't need to be here!"
Sam fretted.

"But don't you see, Samantha? You can't control it. You do need help."
Dr Blythe remarked as she removed her glasses, studying Sam's expression.

"No I don't. Please, I-I-I don't belong here."
Sam's lip quivered.

"You do. You know you do. You need help, and I will give you that help."
Joy told her.
Sam just sho