[Brainwashing, Farts, Filth]

Desperation can lead people to depths that they would never otherwise consider. Acts that they once considered depraved and beneath them were now their only route through life, the only beacon at the end of a long and dimly lit road. And unfortunately, it was hard to pass up the opportunity to make it back to a normal state, no matter what they had to do.

For the young college student, Manny, his life had been turned upside down by college. He thought that he could make it through the same way that he had gotten through the rest of his school life. He received a rough awakening, a shitty set of grades, and a heap of other problems that he just wanted to ignore. And as luck would have it, he had the chance to escape all of those awful consequences. And all that he had to do was play nice and be a servant to a young lady on top of a hill.

At least, that's what the job offer had said. But even from the moment he first laid his eyes upon the young lady that had deemed him worthy of her presence, he realized that he had gone down a regrettable path. Especially as her rear started to toot, and the color behind her started draining from the furniture and walls...

The young lady, Madeline, was in a league of her own. An absolute egomaniac that did not mind flaunting her wealth, because it meant that others would have to listen to her and remind them just how much better she was than all of them. And Manny had to endure it most of all, because he was her newest servant.

Even though he only had to clean up after her messes, mostly adding color back to the manor so it didn't look as run down as a place infested by her gas should be, she stalked near him whenever she found the time. Mocking him for his position, while reminding him why he couldn't just quit. Why he was forced to remain in her service until the very end...

And to make matters so much worse, he wasn't allowed to wear anything protective. In fact, he had a very strict dress code he had to adhere to. A flimsy maid's uniform that was more fit for a woman much more buxom than his Mistress, complete with a bikini that practically just rested against his chest since there was nothing that tried to fill it out. Between that, and the obnoxiously short and frilly skirt that exposed his striped panties that the Mistress had picked out for him, and he just felt like he was trapped. Whether by his own shame, or by the way that she dangled his livelihood right over his head.

Manny was forced to endure it all. And there was no true shelter either. Every single time that he tried to look for some sort of shelter, whether it was emotionally by seeking out the other servants, or physically by trying to hide away and catch his breath, he just wasn't able to find any sort of protection.

In the case of hiding away from the stench and catching his breath with some fresh air, there was physically no way to hide within the manor and avoid the smell. The farts that had left his Mistress' rear had long since permeated through every little inch of her abode, causing the supports and the walls to rot in the process. Or at least, that was the only rational explanation that he could think of. How else would the manor smell this horrible, no matter where he tried to relax?

As for the other servants... To say that they were obsessed with the Mistress was an understatement. In fact, they were so obsessed that their breath smelled just as bad as her gas. Almost as if their very ability to breathe and produce oxygen had been contaminated. Not to mention how frequently he saw their skirts being tented, just hearing them think about the Mistress. It was a level of devotion that was outright insane, something that just made him think more about how he had jumped head first into a job that would be the end of him...

Did she really do anything to warrant being called his Mistress? For that matter, what... What was her name? Had he forgotten her name from how much gas had infiltrated his system? ...He wasn't sure. All that he knew was that he had to figure out a way to break the news to her. Even though she threatened to take away the money that he had already earned by serving her if he tried to quit, he'd do what he could to stand up to her.

He just hoped that she would show mercy. If he was forced to inhale it directly from her cheeks, there was no way that he could fight back...

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Manny took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing green as he felt his body violently reacting to the gas that permeated through the manor. It was around supper time, and he expected the Mistress to arrive as she did. Not at all on time, because she didn't subscribe to any sort of pattern. She wanted her dinner when she wanted it, and that meant that he had to be prepared far ahead of time. Even if that meant that the food was going to end up cold.

The doors leading to the dining hall opened, with two of the other servants gasping as the Mistress pushed them aside. "I could've opened those doors myself, idiots." She muttered, and the young men that served her responded by dirtying the floor with their seed, drooling and dripping that sticky and almost impotent cum right onto the expensive carpet...

Manny trembled as he watched her act like this. She was... She was basically one overgrown brat. And the worst part of working for her like this was the fact that he honestly couldn't understand how all the other servants had grown to be so absolutely obsessed with her. Had they all been forced to inhale it directly... Would that happen to him if he were to be forced underneath?

"Hmph!" Madeline huffed as she glared at Manny, expecting him to do everything for her as usual. Because the other servants were certainly too useless to be anywhere close to useful. "Servant, come here! This INSTANT!" She shouted, all while her rear started to tremble and vibrate, with the young man doing his best to steel himself.

Right before an infernal *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* echoed from between her cheeks. A foul green mist was fired out from her rear, almost taking the shape of a proper flame being thrown from that hole, which quickly started to scorch everything around it. Outright burning away the hairs on the carpet underneath her, leaving behind only the wood below, and even that wood was thoroughly rotted to the point where there was absolutely no color left. And that kind of corrosion could be seen the further out you gazed, with everything around the initial blast being corroded in the same fashion. Whether it was the carpet turning a dull shade of gray, or the walls losing their luster, or the very same servants she had knocked out gaining rather disturbing looking imprints along their faces...

Manny tried to resist the effects of this infernal smell. But it was hard. While he was nowhere near her at this very moment, the stench still managed to reach him. Not only did it make his crotch start to harden despite his best wishes, but it also drained plenty of that black color that characterized his uniform, leaving it nice and bleached as if it had never been properly colored.

Yet despite this, despite the fact he could hear all the other servants crying out in delight as they were blessed by one of her regular farts, he had to push onward and try to act like he was willing to obey. All so he could lull her into a sense of security, so he could then drop the bombshell...

"Servant! The food!" Even then, he would still have to deal with her bratty and snobbish nature for a bit longer. And that meant that he had to serve her food. Before she ended up ruining it.

He took another deep breath and started to reach for one of the dishes that he had prepared, only to flinch and realize that something was wrong. There was nothing that covered it. But he was sure that he had placed everything in isolation so it wouldn't be corroded by the farts. And yet here he was. With dinner that looked...

Manny grimaced. The farts had seeped into the meal. The wonderful steak that he had cooked to perfection had now shrunk to the point where it was the size of his fist, and it looked like you could try and bite into it and come away with nothing but rubber to endlessly chew on. There was no nourishment to be gained from eating this steak. And the side that he had prepared for it, the scrumptious brown potatoes that were glazed with wonderful caramel? They were nothing but a gray mush that had absolutely no flavor to it. That was the fate of the meal that he had prepared for her.

Even her drink was foul, the finely fermented wine having turned a deep and disgusting green as if it was nothing more than swamp water. Which caused the servant to take a deep breath, doing his best not to gag in response to the farts slipping in through his windpipe, and face his Mistress. "T-There's been... There's been a bit of an accident in the kitchen, Mistress." He had no other way to approach this matter than to lie straight to her face. He had once made it clear that it was her farts that had caused all of this, and she very nearly killed him with her cutlery at that moment.

Madeline glared at her servant, before ultimately rolling her eyes. "Fine. I wasn't hungry anyway. We'll order something from the outside world. But you. You must come closer." She voiced her dissatisfaction, but made it clear that the young man wasn't off the hook. Especially since she seemed like she was practically seething in her own anger.

Manny approached. Not because he wanted to. Not because he thought he had to soothe her anger. There was just something about how she ordered him that made it impossible to fight back against her words. "Y-Yes, Mistress?" In fact, he was almost aware of the kind of power she had over him. Which was why he couldn't muster up much more than a stutter as he talked towards her. He hoped that she would see reason. And that she wouldn't subject him to something that could possibly be considered a human rights violation.

"You've been trying your best to avoid me, servant." Madeline said, as she rested her head on the palm of her hand. "Why is that? Are you afraid of me, perhaps? Did you start to feel fear inside your heart when you looked at me? Or are you merely trying to avoid your responsibilities as one of my servants? I want a straight and honest answer from you, servant. And yes, how I react will change depending on what you say."

She was so self secured that she thought she could get an honest answer out of him. And yet at the same time, the power that she held over him thanks to all the farts circulating inside him... The power that she had imprinted on him to make sure that he wouldn't be able to go against her orders, it was too much for him to resist. Which meant that he just had to spill what he was planning. Even if it could result in his ultimate termination.

"I wish... I wish to quit and leave your service, Mistress." Manny admitted. He knew that once he let the magic out of the bottle, there was no way to stuff it back in. So if she wanted to punish him for what he just said, this would be the time to do so.

Madeline started smiling, giggling even. "Oh, is that all? Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?" She giggled. In an awfully eerie fashion. As if she had expected this to happen all along. As if she was prepared for him to try and go against her. It was something that made his body tremble in fear. Not knowing what she might have planned for him. Not knowing what she might do.

"I... I see. V-Very well, I suppose I should take my leave and let your other servants take over." Manny muttered, as he tried to back away. Even as he saw the pride-filled girl get out of her chair, and carefully follow after him even as he refused to turn around. "R-Right, Mistress? I-I assume that I'm free to just go..."

"I never said that." Madeline chimed, stretching a little as she kept her eyes firmly focused on the boy dressed as a maid. The boy that had now renounced his status as somebody that was worth treating as a human. "I had been wanting a good sponge for all of my gas, and since you don't want to serve me as a servant, the least you could do is something simple like that!"

Manny was shocked to hear that, and even more shocked as she very quickly shoved him straight onto the floor. He barely even got a chance to properly struggle against her or try to shove her off before she managed to plant her plump posterior right on top of his face, as if it was nothing more than a seat that had always been there for her to use. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout, but his words just wouldn't come out. And he didn't understand...

All while Madeline laughed in response to the way that his body reacted to her rear on his face. "I told you! I wanted a good sponge, and sponges don't make any sound! They soak up everything, that's what they're meant for!" Her very ego was transferred through her farts, and anything that inhaled them was forced to go along with her ego. That was the only way to describe how he couldn't say a thing. How he couldn't really move. How he could just look up at her hole, which was covered so alluringly by a pair of pre-stained panties.

He didn't get a chance to dwell on anything for much longer, as he heard the rumbles from within. He could hear her bowels trying to contain the gasses that were pent up within, but there was no way that they would be able to stay inside. They flooded out, and the last thing that he heard before it all began was one powerful sound.

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

It was like he went deaf once that sound echoed through his ears. The only thing he could hear was the noise of the gas pouring into him. The noise of the filth being fed into his mouth. That, and the constant laughing from his Mistress. The constant, overbearing laughter that was corroding his heart the more he listened to it.

Not that it was anywhere as strong as the farts themselves. He was doused in them to the point where it felt like his very body was being restructured. Any little part of him that wasn't devoted to the Mistress was being burned away. Leaving little behind except a young man that was filled with devotion towards the stinky brat on top of him.

No, she wasn't stinky! She smelled heavenly! Her scent was the very definition of a perfect fragrance! There was nothing to hate about her farts, they were just her way of marking her territory! And he was part of it, he was there for her to fill, so he could soak it all up!

His mind had tried to resist. But it was burned away, just like everything else inside him. The foul scent had completely taken root. Leaving absolutely nothing behind but a devoted sponge that would soak up all the farts, all while mentally worshiping the one that had done it. Worshiping her for corroding him and making him nothing more than a living object...

The last vestiges of Manny's mind drooled out from his cock, which had long since caused his own panties to grow soaked from the myriad of different disappointing orgasms that had poured forth. All of them forced upon him thanks to the farts that were running through his system. All the farts that now embodied who he was. In fact, just by inhaling more of her scent, he started cumming once again, more of his clear and sticky infertile cum pouring out without much fanfare.

Madeline giggled as she looked down upon the young man. While he had been a rather crummy servant, much like all the others, he had tried to stay away from his duties. And while she didn't normally partake in ruining somebody so directly, unlike the last few times she had been unfortunate enough to indirectly corrode them through the way they had to try and fix her laundry or clean up after her... She very definitely enjoyed this kind of sensation. Perhaps she should hire a couple more useless men, just so she could do this all over again?

It was a thought that made her let out yet another powerful fart, one that managed to turn her new favorite sponge a nice pale shade. Letting her know exactly who she should turn to, whenever she needed to just rip one out. Not that she'd keep him for long, if her needs were going to stay like this...

And it wasn't like he'd mind being thrown away either. Because he was totally and absolutely hers to use and abuse. Whenever she wanted to, whenever she needed to...

Ahhh... To be used by his Mistress.