Many's face was buried between the ass cheeks of a big butted woman, and though she slept soundly she farted in his face in a near constant basis. This was part of his new training regimen, in an effort to increase his own abilities, and so he dutifully sniffed the gas being blasted in his face. This was his first night, and so Many couldn't help reflecting on the events that led him to this moment.
Awhile back, Chrissy had received an invitation to apply for some reality show Many hadn't heard of. "Total Drama Vore Action," Many asked, scratching his head. "That's what it says," Chrissy replied, holding the letter. "They apparently have the show running under Total Drama Vore Tour right now, I guess it's going to end soon or something." "How do you do vore and action? An obstacle course ending in a mouth," Many asked. "Not sure, but it says they're looking for competitors, it says big-butted girls, so I guess mine's pretty big as a giantess," Chrissy said.
"What does your butt have to do with vore," Many questioned. "I don't know, Many, but it says that I'd get to use my talents in competition with a bunch of other people. I may get to have some fun letting loose with my big bottom, you don't know how boring and frustrating it is having to keep myself under control here all the time," Chrissy said. "I don't know, I'm just not really comfortable with this, what if you get vored," Many asked. "Me? Please, Many, you know I'm the only one who vores others," Chrissy said.
Many was clearly not convinced, and Chrissy really wanted his approval, she didn't want any bad feelings between them if she went for it. "If you agree to let me go without complaint, then I'll do something special for you before I leave," she said, giving him a seductive look. "Oh? What kind of something," Many asked. She leaned toward him and whispered in his ear, and he got a huge smile on his face. "Okay, if you really want to, I don't have any problems with you going on this show," Many said.
Chrissy left soon after, and Many was left to occupy himself. He realized he had an opportunity here to do something worthwhile, but what could he do while Chrissy was gone for who knew how long? It came to him as he thought about some of his encounters, he enjoyed gas but was entirely too weak to take much of it. A certain Lykachin could easily overpower him with her gas, and then there was Chloe who managed to make him faint on several occasions, not to mention all the times Chrissy and her friends ganged up on him, or other groups of girls managed to knock him out.
It was clear, he could go out and become resistant to gas! He immediately began researching, and luck guided him to a remote training camp made up of Amazons. He trekked for days through jungles, over mountains, and through fierce storms, and when he stopped pretending those things actually happened, he found himself at the Amazon training camp. In his studies, he had come across the specialty of this particular camp, farting. The women here trained and worked to control their farts, and were known for their lethal emissions, but they also took in males who were worthy, who could bear their gas and learn to become immune to the effects of terrible smells!
Many just had to become one of those males, and his vulnerability to gas and smells would be greatly reduced if not eliminated completely. He entered the camp and was immediately blindsided, a trio of rears pressed against his head out of nowhere and began farting. The smell was terrible, one of the worst Many could recall, and it was no surprise that after a few minutes he completely blacked out.
He awoke later tied up in a sitting position facing a beautiful looking black-haired woman. "You have trespassed upon the training ground of we Amazons who master the way of gas. State your reasons for coming here," she demanded. "My name is Many, and I sought you out so I could learn from you," Many said, forcing back all his normal disrespectful habits and trying to be civil. "We do not teach males our ways," the woman replied, crossing her arms. "That was poor phrasing, I meant I want to learn resistance to gas from you. I heard rumors that you took in some males to learn to resist the effects of gas," Many clarified.
The woman seemed to consider his words and finally nodded. "It is true, we have taken in males to learn gas resistance. Then tell me, why should you be trained in this art?" "Because... I love gas, I absolutely adore it when a woman farts on me," Many said, blunt honesty a new one for him, but necessary. "Despite this, I cannot take the all the gas a woman has, I inevitably faint during their display, and it saddens me that I cannot last to take all of their gas in."
He paused for a few moments, and then bowed his head as much as he could, "so I beg you, please teach me the ways of gas resistance!" The woman sat in thought for a moment before she called over two other women, one with light brown hair and the other dark brown, and whispered amongst themselves. When they finally separated, the black haired woman stood up and approached Many. She bent over and untied him, before helping him to his feet. For the first time Many noticed how tall she and the others were, at least 7 feet each. "Very well, we shall train you."
The black haired woman's name was Zeandra, and she was to be his mentor through the training. That day he was shown around the camp, no other male was training there so all of the women gave him their undivided attention. Some seemed angry at his presence, others seemed to pity him for his choice, and others seemed hungry, he could tell that the desire to dominate ran deep within them. It didn't help that all of them towered over him, he didn't think anybody was shorter than 6 foot 5 inches, but he wasn't afraid, he had committed to training and he would not be satisfied until he could resist the worst effects of gas.
Many was instructed of his daily routine: he would wake up every morning at 6 am; meditate for an hour while being gassed by trainee Amazon gassers; have breakfast at 7; learn the techniques for resisting gas at 8; being a training tool for gassers from 10 until 2 pm; eat lunch at the break from 11:50 am until 12:10 pm; perform breathing exercises while an advanced gasser practiced her techniques at 2; a break from 3 until 4 for whatever he wanted to do; be Zeandra and the other two mistresses fart sniffer from 4 until 7 pm; dinner at 7; meditate again while the trainees gassed him from 8 until bed time; at bed time he would be attached to an Amazon's ass in varying ways, sometimes head strapped to ass or shrunken and kept between their cheeks as they farted all night.
Many was a bit daunted by the amount of gas he'd have to inhale each day, but was not deterred. He was not gassed directly that day, but was always accompanied by Zeandra, who ripped some very impressive farts that Many could barely tolerate from a distance. At bed time he was introduced to a trainee gasser who looked to be around 17 but was much taller than him, and had a mischievous look in her eye. "You're going to be in my ass tonight, hope you like my farts," she told him, and his face was quickly pushed between her cheeks.
She farted immediately in his face and giggled, and Zeandra seemed satisfied before she left. Some struggling from Many confirmed he was stuck and encouraged his first sleeping buddy to release more potent gas in his face. He gagged and coughed, it was pretty bad but nothing he hadn't handled before. He lay there for awhile, trying to get to sleep, but the constant farting kept him up, and thus he lay conscious, recounting everything up to this moment, only interrupted by the now sleeping trainee's bad gas. He had to admit, as another rank blast assaulted his senses, that this wasn't the worst situation he'd ever been in. It would all be worth it, at least he hoped so.