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Adam's Problem (part 2.)

ahhh heck it. I'll just post part 2 as well. I don't want to spam, so I'll just leave it at this, and post the rest periodically later.

I know it's a slow start, but I promise it picks up later. Thanks for reading

Adam had a problem. Ever since that day, he couldn't stop thinking about Zoey's scent, the way she wiggled her ass around as she farted everywhere, the incredibly arousing way she smirked as she sighed with relief after each fart. 

 He dreamed about it, he fantasized about it. He was scared of the effect that that day had on him. He wasn't supposed to be into this, he was supposed to feel disgusted from the moment he saw Zoey fart for the first time. And normally, he would be. With any other person. Any other girl. But this was Zoey.

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 This was the girl Adam had been secretly fantasizing about for years. The most perfect girl Adam had ever seen. This was Adam's problem. And it was a big problem. As time went on, Adam only grew more obsessed with Zoey, and not in a way he particularly liked. Sure, he still had a normal crush on her like he had before.

 He'd spend hours in class daydreaming about the way she smiled, or the way she'd flip all of her dark hair over her shoulder when she was concentrating on something, only to flip it back to the other shoulder a few minutes later. Or the little humming noise she made whenever she hugged someone, like a cat purring. 

 Or the way her voice sounded when she laughed. He liked the way his heart fluttered whenever Zoey caught him looking into her deep alluring eyes, and he liked the way she would shoot him a quick smile before going back to what she was doing. He especially liked it when she started to half-jokingly half-affectionately call him "Ad-Ad," and when she wrapped her arms around him and pecked him on the cheek while she and Amy took pictures with the family after their graduation ceremony. Adam was partly still in love with Zoey the same way he had been since the seventh grade. Partly.

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But ever since that fateful day in Zoey's bedroom, there was a new element to his obsession. Before that day, Adam had thought that he loved everything about her, but in reality, that wasn't the case. After that day, he slowly came to the painful realization that he now truly loved EVERYTHING about Zoey, from the way her irresistible lips moved when she talked, to the way she smelled when she came back from a long volleyball practice, her tight uniform soaked with sweat. 

 He loved watching Zoey goof off in the kitchen with Amy, and he loved sneaking into their laundry when they had a sleepover, fishing out a pair of Zoey's dirty panties, stuffing his face in them, and inhaling like his life depended on it. He loved the way her shiny glossy hair flowed down her shoulders and her back, and he loved rushing to the bathroom whenever Zoey was using it and pressing his ear against the door, listening intently for any sound. Everytime he stood there, he felt filthy. 

 He knew it was wrong. But his dick seemed to disagree, growing and stiffening in his pants whenever he heard the faint sound of her urine splashing into the toilet bowl. Ever since that day in 10th grade there had been a primal element to Adam's crush, a disgusting animalistic element that was very difficult for him to control, but one he vowed to reveal to no one.

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It had been almost two years since the incident in Zoey's bedroom. Adam sat on his bed, his laptop in front of him, thinking about his problem. He had just closed a tab of fart pornography, trying for the umpteenth time to satisfy his shameful urges, only to find once again that he could only get off to the image of Zoey's bare buttcheeks in his face, her breathtaking eyes gazing at him over her shoulder as her ass exploded. The sighs Zoey made while she farted in her bedroom still haunted him. Adam was now a senior in highschool, and Amy and Zoey had graduated almost two years ago. That meant that Adam could go to school without worrying about having to see Zoey, and having to endure his disgusting intrusive thoughts on the occasions that he saw her go to the restroom near the cafeteria during lunch.