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Like any regular Sunday in Moralton, you were attending the town’s local church with everyone else. Reverend Putty sat at the lectern, ready to give yet another rousing sermon. "Brethren, today’s sermon is about farts. Oh, sure, farts are funny. No one’s denying that! I fart, watch!” The Reverend subsequently bent over and passed his gas. This amused your and your wife’s fellow churchgoers quite a bit. "You know, if two people fart on an elevator, everyone knows who did it!” Putty exclaimed, laughing along with his own joke. The audience also had a hearty laugh, with the exception of you and your shithead wife Bloberta. “Wasn’t that a George Carlin joke?” she whispered into your ear. “Better than the Reverend’s old schtick!” you responded. Putty continued, “Anyway, I suppose everyone would like to know: Where is this going? How’s Orel gonna screw up this sermon this week? Well.....he isn’t, because farts aren’t funny! I was testing you! Farts are cheap jokes! End of-” He heard you emanate a soft giggle from your mouth. Rod sent a threatening glance your way, as if he was giving you a warning. It felt quite intense - as if you were being judged by some half-human, half-god entity. He turned back to the audience and cleared his throat. “Well, As I was saying, I was testing you! Farts are cheap jokes! End of story!”
And with a mighty declaration of “Amen!”, you and everyone else started to leave to move on with their days. But as you were making your way out of the church, Putty's hand firmly grasped your arm and took you by surprise. He declared, "Oh, no you don't! I've still got a special lesson to teach you!" You swiftly turned your head around and saw just how unhappy he was with your behavior today. "You stay here until I'm done talking with your family." After everyone else had left, Putty had a lengthy conversation with Orel and Bloberta. As they talked back and forth, you couldn't help but wonder: What would this special lesson be? He has confronted you after church before, but he never made them out to be a lesson of sorts. Why was he this mad at you? Was your laughing declared unholy by God himself? Regardless of the answers to your questions, you’d have to wait and find out. After a little while, the rest of your family was permitted to go home, and Putty turned towards you. "Clay, follow me."
"Gulp," you responded. Following his instructions, you followed Reverend Putty’s trek to the back of the church, where nobody could see the two of you. The fact that he had led you to such an isolated place was concerning at best; you felt like you were about to be subjected to something truly terrible. You inquired, “So, what exactly are we doing he-?” You didn’t get to finish your sentence when you were suddenly knocked backwards. The church pastor had pushed you into the grass, where you landed face up. Putty then sat directly on your face, positioning his ass up to your nose. He inquired, "So you think farts are funny, eh?" You tried to respond, but your voice was too muffled to hear. The Reverend paid no regard to your response and asked, "Then what do you make of this?" He proceeded to unleash a mighty fart onto your face, completely filling your nostrils and mouth. The smell was awful; it was as if you were being forced to smell the Devil’s armpits. You exhaled out of your nose with all your might, but the stench still remained. "Not so funny now, is it, Clay?" the Reverend teased. Putty fired another devious rip from his ass, further filling your face with his gas. “Is this funny to you?! Do you want to inhale my farts? Then breathe in now!” He was clearly enjoying this a bit too much. You followed his command regardless, inhaling to the best of your ability. You got a bit more air than you thought you would - though that also meant inhaling more of your captor’s farts. “That’s what I thought,” the Reverend remarked.
After saying that, he suddenly started to take off his pants. Farting in someone's face was already going quite far to begin with, but taking off his clothes to do so was just ridiculous. His underwear was quite dirty, and its smell made your eyes water considerably. Your crying only got worse when Putty took off his underwear too, exposing his asshole in its full glory. It was much wider than you thought - about an inch in circumference. The Reverend started to release a series of absolutely devastating sprays from his ass onto your face. The farting was even worse than before now that Rod’s anus was exposed. You wondered what on Earth he had eaten this morning, only to decide that you probably didn’t want to know. “Everyone else was at least honest enough to laugh and let me know that they liked this kind of thing, but you just had to be a dirty coward and suppress your mirth, didn’t you, ya filthy heathen?!” You could tell from his voice that the crazed pastor was having the time of his life. This was not to last, though, for Reverend Putty would have an accident that he did not see coming. As his anus gaped larger than ever, pounding you with fart after fart, he started to feel as if something needed to come out of his rectum. Of course, Rod was too in the moment to care. He was having far too much fun making you inhale his gas. That is, until a particularly violent fart resulted in his poop being ejected onto you at alarming speeds. Putty’s eyes grew wide with surprise when he released his dump. He stood up to check on you, muttering, “Wait, did I just-"
Putty gazed in shock and regret at the mess he made both on and of you. You were choking, crying, and gagging so hard that you looked like you were about to die from suffocation. Your face wasn't any better: it was splattered all over with Rev’s shit; some of it had even gotten into your mouth. "Clay, I.... are you okay?" he whimpered. Your incessant struggle for breath wouldn't let you give a response, let alone even think of one. Though your humor was still in poor taste in the Reverend's eyes, farting and shitting so mercilessly in your face was a clear sign that he got carried away. Putty hung his head, deeply ashamed of himself for his actions. Now freed from your punishment, you rolled over on the ground and managed to vomit out some of the feces that had been jettisoned into you. Putty winced as you heaved out your unsightly stomach contents onto the ground, creating an alcohol-scented spot in the grass. He bent down, picked you up in his arms as if you were a baby, and carried you to his car with the weight of your suffering on his shoulders. You were quite surprised at this, considering how minutes earlier he was assaulting your face mercilessly. Putty remorsefully drove you to his house and carried you inside to the bathroom. He let you stand up and had you sit on the toilet, uttering, "Please just.. just sit here." You hesitantly obeyed his word and took a seat. He took out his bathroom wipes out of the closet and began to clean your shit-stained face. The moist wipes felt great against your skin; it certainly made up for what Rev had done to you previously. After a while, Putty was done with his cleaning. He took you out of the house and drove you to your house, neither of you ever saying a word. You went into your house, the awkward silence still persisting. What were you going to tell your family about this?