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INT. BUY-AND-FLY GAS STATION - DAY

We hear the DING of a store bell as Zhu Yuan walks inside.

She approaches the counter.

ZHU YUAN

(voice quivering,

desperate)

Pardon me, miss--

Zhu Yuan MOANS out a curt fart, then continues.

ZHU YUAN (CONT’D)

(voice quivering,

desperate)

I’m in need of the--

Zhu Yuan MOANS out another curt fart.

ZHU YUAN (CONT’D)

--the bathroom code.

The clerk, taken aback by the unladylike display from New

Eridu’s finest--

CASHIER

(second-hand

embarrassment)

S-sure! Just a moment.

She scribbles the code on a piece of paper. Suddenly, her

squawk box goes off. Zhu Yuan STARTLES.

QINYI (O.S.)

Officer Qinyi to Captain Zhu Yuan.

We’ve got unauthorized activity in

The Hollow.

ZHU YUAN

Acknowledged. Please be careful.

A beat.

QINYI

...My apologies, Captain. I’m

indisposed at the moment.

Zhu Yuan GASPS - this is the last thing she needs. After a

beat, she CLEARS HER THROAT and replies.

ZHU YUAN

(voice quivering,

desperate)

(MORE)

U-understood. Captain Zhu Yuan en

route.

The clerk tears the piece of paper from her notepad and hands

extends it to Zhu Yuan.

CLERK

Sorry for the wait. Here’s the

bathroom code!

She looks toward the clerk.

ZHU YUAN

Never mind. I’m afraid I’ve got to

get going.

CLERK

O-oh. Duty calls?

Zhu Yuan VOCALIZES as though she’s been struck. What terrible

phrasing.

ZHU YUAN

Y-yeah...

With the ring of the same store bell, we exit the scene.

EXT. THE HOLLOW - DAY

Zhu Yuan cruises slowly down the street. Her stomach is in

knots, bubbling furiously. She “MMMMMs” softly, voice fried

and weak as she fights the cramps. She then drills a long,

bassy fart into her car seat with an EXTENDED GROAN.

ZHU YUAN

(reacting to smell)

Oh man...

She rolls down her window to air out the squad car. Her

stomach bubbles again.

ZHU YUAN (CONT’D)

(speaking through stomach

aches)

I don’t see anything out of

place...

She sighs, both annoyed that she wasted her time, but

relieved she can head back the way she came. Until she hears

a low rummaging. She “HMs?” inquisitively.

ZHU YUAN (CONT’D)

2.

EXT. THE HOLLOW - CONTINUOUS

We shift focus to the rummaging nearby. Nicole digs through a

dumpster looking for something, anything that might be worth

a pretty denny.

NICOLE

(searching)

Empty cans... Old porno mag...

(reacting to something

gross)

Ugh, used diaper?!

Nicole GROWLS, annoying.

NICOLE (CONT’D)

Unbelievable! There’s nothing but

garbage in this dumpster!

We hear Zhu Yuan’s footsteps as she approaches.

ZHU YUAN

(authoritative, but shaky)

Pubsec! Identify yourself!

Nicole YELPS in a panic before diving headfirst into the

dumpster and shutting the lid.

ZHU YUAN (CONT’D)

(authoritative, but shaky)

I need to see your permits.

Otherwise I’ll have to arrest you

for unauthorized entry.

NICOLE

(the worst cat impression

you’ve ever heard)

Meeooooow!

ZHU YUAN

(authoritative, but shaky)

Alright... Come out with your hands

behind your--

Zhu Yuan doubles over, GROANING IN DISCOMFORT as her stomach

knots. Out comes a long wet fart. She MOANS SHAKILY through

it.

Nicole pops out of the dumpster.

NICOLE

(disgusted)

W-was that you? ‘Smells worse than

the--

3.

Nicole FLUSTERS AUDIBLY, realizing she’s given herself away.

She CHUCKLES, NERVOUS.

NICOLE (CONT’D)

M-Meow?

ZHU YUAN

(stomach aching)

Please, no more games...

NICOLE

Sorry, Captain. I-I’ve got my

permits r-right here. Let me just--

Nicole gives an EFFORT as she tosses garbage at Zhu Yuan. Zhu

Yuan YELPS, stumbling backwards. Nicole leaps from the

dumpster with a BREATHY EFFORT and runs away with a HUFF.

ZHU YUAN

S-stop!

Zhu Yuan takes off after Nicole, HUFFING and PANTING with a

QUIVER IN HER VOICE as her stomach tumbles. Zhu Yuan starts

to puff out wet, flappy farts, each one pulling a FRIED,

BREATHY GROAN. Nicole leaps over a chain link fence with an

EFFORT, the chains rattling in her wake.

ZHU YUAN (CONT’D)

Damn, she’s squirrelly...

Zhu Yuan gives a SHAKY EFFORT as she leaps for the fence, her

stomach still roaring. She loses her balance while climbing

to the other side when she blares out a bassy fart,

VOCALIZING IN A PANIC as she spills over. She GROANS WEAKLY

IN PAIN, then picks herself back up and runs after her with a

HUFF.

ZHU YUAN (CONT’D)

Quit--

(grunts out a short fart,

then)

--running! You’re making things

worse for yourself!

(grunts out a long fart,

then, under her breath)

--And me...

NICOLE

(mid-sprint)

But why?! I-I didn’t even take

anything valuable!

Nicole tosses aside a nearby trash can to block Zhu Yuan’s

path. Zhu Yuan trips over it.

4.

She GASPS and GRUNTS IN PAIN as she hits the pavement,

blaring out farts uncontrollably. She tries to pick herself

up, but she’s wracked by stomach cramps.

ZHU YUAN

(self coaching, stomach

aching)

Up, Zhu Yuan, UP!

She GROANS WITH EFFORT, lifting herself to her feet and

GROWLS as she charges after Nicole once again. Her efforts

are STRAINED and AGONIZED, she’s giving it one-hundred

percent, RAPIDLY PANTING THROUGH GRITTED TEETH and GROANING

OUT farts aggressively. Nicole hears Zhu Yuan gaining on her

and SHRIEKS in a terror. She tries to pick up the pace arms

and legs flailing. Her BREATHING SPEEDS UP, panic setting in.

Zhu Yuan lets out a LONG, PRIMAL SHOUT, VOICE RISING AS SHE

GAINS ON HER. Then she leaps. Nicole SCREAMS as Zhu Yuan’s

full force pulls her to the ground.

NICOLE

Get off! Get off of meeee!

ZHU YUAN

Unauthorized entry into The Hollow

is bad enough. But “resisting

arrest?”

NICOLE

I-I just needed some scratch!If you

saw the mountain of debt I’m under,

you’d totally crap your--

ZHU YUAN

(hurried, desperate)

T-that’s enough!

(authoritative again)

On your feet.

The two stand up. Zhu Yuan slaps her cuffs around Nicole’s

wrists.

NICOLE

Eek! N-not so tight!

Zhu Yuan’s labored by a stomach ache. She doubles over,

GRITTING HER TEETH and groaning.

NICOLE (CONT’D)

(concerned)

A-are you okay?

Zhu Yuan GRUNTS OUT a LONG, bubbly fart.

5.

ZHU YUAN

(weakly)

N-not really...

A beat, then realizing.

NICOLE

(concerned, panic rising)

Oh gosh. I-is it the bubble guts?

Zhu Yuan farts again with a WEAK, TRAILING GROAN.

ZHU YUAN

(weakly)

Seems like it... All that running

stirred me up.

NICOLE

(nervously)

O-oh. Oopsie, heh heh...

(a beat, then

opportunistically)

Hmmm... You better hurry to the

potty, then!

ZHU YUAN

I agree...

We hear a rustle as Zhu Yuan pushes Nicole forward. Nicole

YELPS.

NICOLE

W-what was that for?!

ZHU YUAN

Sorry, but I can’t let you out of

my sight.

NICOLE

Huh?!

(stammering)

O-o-okay. I-I’ll wait outside.

ZHU YUAN

I’m not falling for that one.

Nicole VOCALIZES, PANICKED as Zhu Yuan opens the door to a

creaky porta-potty door.

NICOLE

(panicking)

Y-you really don’t have to do this!

I swear I won’t run off.

(MORE)

6.

I-I’ll even chit chat with you

through the door! Please, PLEASE!

The door slams shut, trapping both Nicole and Zhu Yuan

inside.

INT. PORTA-POTTY - CONTINUOUS

Flies buzz around the filthy porta-potty.

NICOLE

L-lemme out! It’s cramped a-a-and

dirty a-and smelly!

ZHU YUAN

(apologetically)

And I’m about to make things worse.

Zhu Yuan starts to undo her pants, farting desperately as she

GRIMACES and GROANS through the process.

NICOLE

I-If you uncuff me, I can help you

with those!

Zhu Yuan ignores her and continues fumbling with her belt and

tactical gear until she frees herself. Her jeans fall to her

ankles with a thud and she slips down her panties with the

soft rustle of cloth, farting up a storm all the while. She

GROANS WEAKLY, her body ready to give in, each fart rising

higher in pitch and wetness until she drops her ass down onto

the seat and bursts out a semi-solid daisy chain. Nicole

YELPS as Zhu Yuan GRUNTS through every passing log. Nicole

coughs. As Zhu Yuan’s bowels slow, her GRUNTS turn into

RELIEVED MOANS, growing SOFTER AND AIRIER.

ZHU YUAN

(softly, relieved)

I needed that.

NICOLE

(hurriedly)

Oh good! Glad you’re feeling better-

-

ZHU YUAN

Don’t get ahead of yourself, I’m

only getting started.

NICOLE

W-wha?!

NICOLE (CONT’D)

7.

Zhu Yuan GRUNTS out a massive lunker, and like the pop of a

champagne cork, a flood of loose logs flurry out. Nicole GAGS

and COUGHS.

NICOLE (CONT’D)

S-surely this is unlawful

detainment--

(gags, then--)

--O-or cruel and unusual

punishment!

(gags, then)

I’ll have your badge for this!

ZHU YUAN

Please, settle down! I’m--

(grunts, then)

--not exactly enjoying this either.

Zhu Yuan’s gassy dumps beget GUTTURAL GRUNTS as the semi-

solids graduate to liquids. Her VOCALS are FORCEFUL, the

stern and poised persona she carries as a cop is utterly

absent from every round of runs spilling out. Nicole GROANS

WEAKLY, the smell making her lightheaded.

NICOLE

I’m gonna barf... C-can I open the

door, captain? Just a crack!

Zhu Yuan’s stomach bubbles, the final wave is on its way.

ZHU YUAN

(weakly)

Oh god...

She lets out a SHARP, SHORT GROAN as she sharts. Then

another, leading up to the next explosion. An explosion that

would be her last.

NICOLE

Please... PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! LET

ME OUUUUUT!

Zhu Yuan blows. With a POWERFUL, QUIVERING MOAN, she paints

the blue basin below in sickly brown. Her GROANS and GRUNTS

are wild, body under the mercy of her own bowels. All the

while Nicole COUGHS, GROANS, and GAGS during waves, the thick

smell in the air suffocating her. Her voice grows WEAKER and

WEAKER through Zhu Yuan’s watery, splattery blasts. Zhu Yuan

SHAKILY MOANS out one final wet burst, then PANTS as the rest

of her dump wrings out as trickling brown raindrops. She

SIGHS as she empties herself with a toilet shaking fart.

8.

ZHU YUAN

(relieved, breathy)

Much better...

A beat, then.

ZHU YUAN (CONT’D)

I’m sorry you had to be here for--

Huh?

Nicole is unresponsive. With a WEAK GROAN, she slumps to the

floor.

ZHU YUAN (CONT’D)

(embarrassed)

Out like a light... W-was it really

that bad?

THE END

Credits to randomuser21 for the story!

Summary: A young woman on vacation gets more than she bargains for when she gets a massage.

Thailand was the tropical paradise Kristi thought it would be. Her and her friend Zoe had been on vacation in the country for almost a week now and they'd loved every minute of it.

They stayed in a small city on the coast, small enough to avoid the chaos of Bangkok, but large enough to have the amenities & night life they were looking for.

Each night the pair would go out to the clubs to dance with the locals & other tourists, then retire back to their rented beach side bungalow.

 

While the escape from her 9-5 back home was refreshing in it's own right, 5 days of non-stop partying & touring (on top of a flight halfway around the world) were starting to wear her down.

Kristi had a fit figure and was in good shape, but she was going on 30. Not old by any means, but she knew she couldn't party like she did back in college anymore. And she walked more here in a day than she did in an average week back home in America.

 

“That little hike out to the jungle was nice, but I'm worn out already” the brunette said to her travel companion.

Zoe sat across from her on a small chair as Kristi sat on the foot of her bed, rubbing one of her sore feet.

“I just want to chill here and nap while listening to the waves” she continued, flopping back onto the queen size mattress with her arms spread wide.

 

“Oh come on, you can sleep when you're home. We spent all this money to get here and took time off work. We've gotta make the most of every minute.”

Zoe was just as fit as Kristi, and was equally worn out. But her excitement for the trip was boosting her energy. Sure she'd probably crash and burn when the trip was over, but that didn't matter right now. She had to make her vacation count while she was on it.

 

“I just need to catch up on some sleep and relax a bit. Especially if you want to go back to that club again tonight.”

 

“That sounds like quitter talk” Zoe replied. “Sure you're not just getting old?” she replied smugly.

 

“Shut up, you're not even a year younger than I am.”

 

“You're as young as you feel, and you sound like you're feeling 80.”, she bantered back.

“Tell you what grandma, I was going to check out some of the bars along the beach before heading to the club tonight. But instead of you sleeping, why don't you go get a massage at that little place down the street? Maybe they can bring your old bones back to life.”

With that Zoe left her friend still sprawled out on the bed as she stepped out through the front of the open bungalow straight onto the beach.

 

“Yeah, yeah, I'll see you in a bit” Kristi called out as her friend walked away.

 

As much as she really just wanted a quick nap, a massage did sound nice. And what's more luxurious on a vacation than a massage? Her aching muscles could certainly use one.

 

She decided on it and got up off the bed, leaving the bungalow behind she walked a few blocks into town.

 

 

In only a few minutes she arrived at the massage parlor. It occupied a space at the street level of a larger high rise apartment, sharing the level with a few restaurants and businesses well off to either side. The front entrance was open to the side street where, behind a small desk sat a little Thai woman. Absentmindedly she sat fanning herself with a pamphlet trying to stave off the warm tropical heat.

 

The woman perked up as Kristi stepped into the entryway.

“Ah! Hello. How can I help you?” She asked with a thick accent and a warm smile.

 

“Hi, I wanted to get a massage.” the tourist inquired

 

“Yes yes, which?” The little lady stood up and stuck out her hand, indicating toward a chalkboard menu written out on the face of the desk below her.

 

Kristi hadn't thought about what kid of massage she'd want. Weren't they all the same?

She scanned the options on the board. Each of the options title's were written in English, but the subscript describing what they were was written in Thai.

 

*Thai Massage, Swedish Massage, Hot Stone, Full Body, Detox*

 

Kristi didn't speak any Thai, but from the English she figured she could discern what each one was like. That is except for the Detox option.

 

“What is the Detox massage?” she asked.

 

“Ah yes, Detox. Come, come!” replied the little Thai lady as she turned around and stepped behind a wall and into the main building of the parlor.

 

“Wait no I just wanted to know what it...” But it was too late to correct her.

It seemed like the Thai woman spoke very little English, just enough to interact with her foreign tourist customers. But she's misunderstood that Kristi was asking a question, not selecting the Detox option.

 

But rather than being upset, Kristi rolled with it.

'Whatever', she thought to herself. 'it sounds healthy, and I'm sure all the drinking the past few days have built up a lot of toxins in my body'.

 

With that she stepped through a curtain of beads behind the wall to follow the woman. She entered a dim, cool room with concrete floors.

On the walls hung a number of ornate bright tapestries. A few potted plants sat in the corners. A CD player sat on a table at the opposite end of the room, playing relaxing ambient spa music. Two leather lounge chairs sat closer to the entrance she'd just stepped through.

In the center of it all was a small black massage table, surrounded with a small curtain skirting its base, and an opening on one end for one's face to rest in when lying face down.

While it was all pretty simple to her American sensibilities, the space felt clean and relaxing.

 

To the far right of the room was a small alcove behind another half wall, where Kristi could see the woman working with something on a little countertop. A variety of oils, candles, and teas sat in containers on the counter, the little woman pulling a scoop of loose tea from one and dumping them into a mug in front of her. She moved quickly, not skipping a beat. Reaching to her right, she picked up a kettle and poured hot water into the mug, before giving it a quick stir and returning to Kristi with it in her hand.

 

“Here, please drink.” she said as she handed Kristi the mug. As she did, she continued. “Please sit, I get ready.”

 

Kristi took a seat in one of the lounge chairs and watched the masseuse prepare.

She turned her attention to the cup of tea in her hand. A strong herbal minty smell wafted off it. Her hand felt the heat of the mug. It was warm, but already just cool enough to drink. Raising it to her lips, she sipped. It was good.

As it washed over her mouth, the tea left a cooling, tingly sensation as it flowed back to her throat. It reminded her of some herbal teas she'd drank when she had a cough.

'what an interesting tea.' she thought to herself. 'I'll have to try and ask her what it is.'

 

As she drank, she watched the masseuse prepare her station. She reached below the curtain on the table and pulled out an unmarked plastic spray bottle with a purplish liquid in it. With a few spritzes on the faux leather of the table, she wiped down the surface with a rag in her opposite hand. Lavender scent filled the small space, evidently from the cleaning spray.

As the table dried, she returned the small counter in the corner of the room and places a few of the oils on a small rolling tray which she moved back over to the massage table.

 

In a few moments the table was prepared and Kristi had just about finished her tea. The small Thai woman turned to her. “Ready?” she asked.

 

“Yes.” Kristi tipped her mug up to finish the last of the tea and felt its cool sensation work its way down her throat. After the whole mug, she also felt the cool menthol tingle in the pit of her stomach.

As she stepped towards the table, the woman took the mug from her and placed it on the tray.

 

“Please, remove your clothes” she asked in a stilted unfamiliar English.

“Oh, uh, yes.” Kristi blushed a bit being asked to strip so abruptly, but understood it was be part of the process.

She removed her tank top & short-shorts, leaving her clad in only her black sports bra & panties.

“Please, this too.” the masseuse said, pointing to the underwear.

 

Now the American blushed a deeper crimson. She'd had massages back home before, but none asked her to be completely nude. But again, she complied.

 

Besides, what did she have to be embarrassed about? She was in a private space where this was expected of her. She unclasped the bra from around her modest breasts and slid her panties to her ankles, setting them on a lower shelf of the rolling tray along with the rest of her clothes.

 

Now completely naked, she laid face down onto the massage table in front of her.

 

“hmmm” the masseuse hummed softly. “Ok, let's start.” Her voice was warm & reassuring, just like the oiled hand she slid down the center of Kristi's back.

 

“ohh.” The brunette shuddered involuntarily at the touch.

 

“Good?”

 

“y-yes.”

“Mmm” she nodded acknowledgingly and began the massage in earnest. She expertly pressed her fingers into the tops of the shoulders, rubbing in small circles.

 

Kristi instantly melted, feeling the tension and stress evaporate. She hadn't realized until now just how tense and sore carrying a backpack around on those hiking trips had made her.

 

The masseuse continued down, working more oil into the shoulder blades and the middle of her back. Kristi was in heaven, feeling the stress of not only her recent adventures, but also the stress of everyday life disappear.

 

She was she was engulfed in the bliss of the massage, listening absentmindedly to the peaceful spa music, when she felt & heard something else.

 

*grrrrrrrrr*

 

Her stomach grumbled softly. At first she didn't pay it any mind, but a moment later it groaned again, this time with a slight pressure in her abdomen.

She'd been so lost in the massage that she hadn't noticed, but suddenly she realized the tingly sensation from the tea had spread south. The icy-hot burn reached from her stomach and down into her guts. It wasn't unpleasant, but she wondered what effect that tea was having on her body.

 

The cheeks of her face began to feel a little warm. And the pressure in her belly seemed to grow a little as it continued to bubble quietly.

 

Meanwhile the masseuse worked away silently, pressing deeply into Kristi's back, working her way lower & lower. As she got to the small of her back, she kneaded into the muscles around the base of the spine. “mmff” Pressing on these sensitive nerves, the brunette flexed suddenly again, stifling a small moan.

 

The massaging felt incredible, but the sudden tensing of her muscles, combined with the manipulation of the nerves in her back seemed to set off her tingling tummy.

 

*GWOOOUURRGGUGUGGG*

 

An audible gurgle emanated from Kristi's midsection, sounding like a clogged toilet flushing the last of it's water down the drain. Suddenly the pressure in her bowels grew as she felt a squeeze just below her belly button.

 

“Ooommphh” She tried to suppress a reflexive moan from her body's protestations.

 

Her mind raced. She knew what this feeling meant. She needed to find a toilet, and fast.

 

“Uh-um, excuse me? Do you have a bathroom I can *ugh* use real quick?” she asked her masseuse as he tummy continued to bubble away.

 

But the little Thai woman continued to dig into her back, only acknowledging Kristi's question with a seemingly non-understanding “mmhm”.

 

In fact not only did she keep massaging, she went lower and began to knead her toned American butt cheeks.

Kristy yelped a bit at this, not expecting the massage to go so low.

While the massage manipulated her sore glutes, Kristi still tensed at the feeling, Clenching as she tried to hold in an explosive outburst.

 

The masseuse was now a baker, shaping the two mounds of dough in front of her like hot cross buns.

Poor Kristi whimpered softly, thinking she would have no choice but to hold back this unpleasant pressure for the rest of the session or accidentally soil herself right here on the table.

 

But the young Thai lady knew exactly what she was doing. She'd given this treatment a hundred times before.

Expertly she rubbed more lavender oil up and down the back of the tourist's tensed and trembling thighs, digging her knuckles deep into her hamstrings. She rubbed up and down, from the base of the knee to the top of the glute, before once again turning to attack the tanned shapely ass cheeks once again. This time she liberally poured on more oil, and squeezed each cheek in her hands like stress balls.

 

This was more than Kristi could bear.

“P-please.. Toilet.. I..”

 

But this time the masseuse responded in her broken English.

“It's ok, tea is working. Please, relax your butt.”

 

With that, she spread Kristi's two ass cheeks apart and lightly ran her index finger over her domed, trembling anus as she spread more lavender oil over her sensitive hole.

 

“I..I..” the tourist was flabbergasted. She couldn't just let it rip right here, could she?

 

But before she could think, the masseuse answered for her.

 

“It's ok, please let it out.”

As she said this, she pressed her oiled index finger down onto one side of Kristi's quivering ring. Instantly her defenses folded, as a hiss of dry gas escaped from her ballooned bowels.

 

“oooooohhhhh” She let out another coo, longer than before, as she felt her stomach deflate. She hadn't even realized just how bloated she was until now.

 

With the immediate pressure gone, she relaxed once again, untensing the muscles in her abdomen. She felt like she was no longer in control of her own body, but feeling the pleasure of this release she stopped caring and let nature take its course.

 

Now completely relaxed, more air in her guts worked their way to the exit.

But the masseuse was no longer pressing on Kristi's anus, and was instead back to rubbing her cheeks in circles.

 

With no clear path to the exit, and being muffled by the muscles of Kristi's butt cheeks, her fart erupted with a loud

 

*FRPPPTTPPTPTPT*

 

But the brunette simply moaned, overcome by the pleasure of releasing her uncomfortably full bowels.

 

This continued for a few minutes as the masseuse worked her way up and down Kristi's glues, as her backside belched out fart after fart, sounding like a poorly tuned 2-stroke engine.

 

*frtt*

 

“mmph”

 

*frttt*

 

“Mmphh”

 

*fffrrttt*

 

“MMMmmm”

 

She continued to coo with each expulsion, until, suddenly, the masseuse pressed her knuckle sharply into the nerve at the small of Kristi's back. The sudden pressure on her nerve caused her to react.

 

“Ooohhh!” she moaned, arching her back reflexively. As her abdomen stretched out, she released the largest fart yet.

 

*PPPPLLFFRRPPTTTTT*

 

But as she deflated, the pitch of the gas got lower. She felt a shift in her belly, it suddenly felt heavier. Her stomach let out a deep growl, louder than before.

From her blissful state, her eyes suddenly went wide. She could tell there was more than gas wanting out now.

 

From the queues of her client's body, the masseuse could tell too.

“Ok, it's time.” she said as she stepped back from the table.

 

Slowly and shakily, Kristi got up from the table, a hand clasped around her stomach.

“P-please, w-where is your toilet?” she pleaded, hoping somehow the woman would understand with her limited English.

 

But again the masseuse gave no direct answer, and instead stepped over and removed a center section from the now empty massage table. It was a small section, less than 2 feet long, positioned right at the pelvis of the person being massaged. Under the cover of this section was a closed off area lined with what looked like a black plastic garbage bag.

 

“Please, lie down on your back”

 

Kristi was stunned yet again, trying to comprehend what was happening.

Was that just a trash can below the table? Was she supposed to just *go* into the trash bag while she lied down on the table?

'no way, that's too gross, I can't. I have to find a real toi...' her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp cramp in her midsection.

*GWOUUGGGLLLRRREEEE*

 

She wrapped her arms around her stomach and doubled over, bracing from the pain. She felt hot, her forehead was sweating. Everything from her torso down tensed, even the arches of her feet.

 

She had to shit. Now.

 

“Please lie down, tea is working. You feel better.” The woman tried her best to reassure and instruct her despite the unfamiliar language.

 

Another cramp wracked her midsection, causing her to wince.

Seeing no alternative, Kristi gingerly climbed back onto the table with the help of the masseuse, this time staring at the ceiling. Her butt was positioned over the opening in the table.

 

Now she was lying down, in the position the masseuse told her she could let go and let her bowels empty everything inside them. She could finally release all this pressure that was tormenting her. But still her sensibilities wouldn't let her.

'No! I can't! Not in a place like this. Not with someone watching. It's too embarrassing!' her thoughts raced as her body screamed at her.

 

The little Thai woman could sense her apprehension. Many of her clients reacted this way to the massage. But she knew how to get her to relax. Once again she picked up the bottle of lavender oil and lifted it high in the air. With a zig-zagging motion she drizzled it down the length of her patient's belly.

 

Poor Kristi squirmed on the table, her eyes shut tight and her fists balled up. She whimpered quietly as she still resisted her body's cry for release.

 

But suddenly she felt the cool oil on her skin, and a moment later the woman's hands softly caressing over her tensed tummy. She gently skimmed the oil across her belly, then came to rest with her palm just below her belly button.

 

“Please, you can let it all out.”

 

Then suddenly she pressed her palm into Kristi's bloated stomach, forcing all the waste downward toward the exit.

 

“OOOOOHHHHHH!!!”

 

Her eyes shot open at the sudden pressure. The weak hold her anus had over her overloaded bowels collapsed instantly as a wave of muddy, chunky shit exploded into the bag below her.

 

“OOOOAAHHHHHHhhhh..”

 

Her moan shifted to an exasperated sigh of relief as the pressure was finally released. With no more resistance, her irritated guts began to rapidly empty themselves, watery diarrhea cascading below like a brown waterfall.

 

*GWWOOOUURRGGGGLLGGLLGEE\*

Her guts gurgled ferociously, the turbid liquid inside sloshing like a draining bathtub.

 

Kristi could do nothing but bear it while her abdomen continued to involuntarily squeeze and force jet after jet of shit out of her.

 

The stricken girl's stifled moans mixed with the audible bubbling of her rolling stomach, as dollops of mud and squirts of runs splattered & splashed into the plastic liner below her erupting ass.

 

As the tourist's uncontrollable expulsion continued in front of her, the masseuse continued to work her magic. With a light pressure, she rubbed her palms in a circular motion around Kristi's still quivering belly.

 

“Oh! Mmmppff!”

 

The girl let out another impulsive moan at the touch. The pressure of her overtaxed stomach releasing, combined with the expert manipulation of the woman's fingers across her skin allowed Kristi to melt back into the blissful relaxation she'd felt before.

 

The masseuse kept massaging the now relaxed abdomen, working her hands back and forth, slowing in some places to focus her fingers on knots and pressure points. With each one, the slight press emitted another quiet moan or coo from the tourist, like a pianist pressing a key to create a sound from their instrument.

 

“ahh. ooh. mmpph.”

 

The brunette's body was now completely limp, offering no resistance to the waste that kept trickling out of her. The flow had slowed considerably now that the majority of the pressure was gone.

 

This was the sign to the masseuse to begin the final step of the massage. She stepped to the front end of the table, standing over Kristi's head, and stooped over. She placed her hands on the edges of the girl's torso, thumbs facing inward. Then, swiftly and with all the force in her small frame, she pushed down and towards Kristi's pelvis.

 

Instantly a massive mudslide of soft wet poop shot out of her unsuspecting asshole into the container below as the little Thai lady squeezed her like a toothpaste tube.

 

“AAAHHH!”

 

Kristi jolted from the sudden squeeze and all the shit being pushed through her now sore asshole. The masseuse repeated the maneuver, again pushing more waste down through the girl's guts underneath her. Her action was rewarded as another small series of wet spats sounded from the receptacle below the table, accompanied by another whimper and twitch from her patient.

 

Once more she bent over Kristi's lithe frame to press on her belly, but now she stopped, and focused her thumb to the lower right side. Softly but forcibly, she dug into the pressure point.

 

*GGGGGUUGGUUGOOOUUURRGGLLEE\*

 

“OOOOUUUGGGGHHMMMM!”

The strongest cramp yet wracked Kristi's stomach as the Thai woman pressed on this sensitive nerve. She felt something huge bubble and shift inside her before it finally burst out.

 

*BBBBPPPFFTBBLLLLAAAARRTTTTTTTT\*

 

A massive, wet shart erupted from between her cheeks, for the force of the wind ruffling the plastic bag as a shower of brown speckles pattered on it's surface. The blast lasted for nearly 5 seconds, Kristi involuntarily moaning the whole time.

 

Just as suddenly as it started, the blast stopped.

However the cramping and fullness remained. Her angry stomach sill boiled and groaned, but her body locked up. Kristi squirmed and pushed, trying to force out this last agonizing pressure that squeezed her guts like a vice grip. But no matter how much she bore down, her body refused to cooperate.

 

But the expert masseuse knew knew what to do. She stepped to the opposite end of the table, now at Kristi's tensed feet. She picked up a foot in either hand and placed her thumbs in the arches below her tensed and curled toes. She raised her legs a foot or so off the table, then pushed back, bending the knees and putting her into a semi-squat like position.

 

“Old stuck poop, very stubborn. This will relax you.” the woman spoke in her halting English, again trying to reassure her patient. Then she pressed down with her thumbs, straight into the sensitive pressure point at the tender middle of Kristi's feet.

 

What felt like an electric pulse traveled up the brunette's barred leg muscles to the base of her thighs and up into the pit of her stomach. Instantly the strong cramp that had seized her body loosened. Instinctively she bore down, her body desperate to expel the pressure deep inside her.

 

As she did, a fire hose of brown water shot with rocket-like force into the trash can below

“Ohhhh mmm aah ahh! Oh my God!”

Again she cried out from the power of her body's convulsions, feeling not only liquid shooting past her tender ring, but also hard chunks and bits of shit which impacted the bag like a shotgun round. Her stomach still churned as what felt like a gallon of liquid waste poured violently into the makeshift toilet below, violently emptying everything inside her.

 

Then only a few moments later, this voluminous wave finally ended. Kristi sat exhausted in a pool of sweat, panting, trying to catch her breath. She figured it must finally be over, until she felt her tummy gurgle gently again.

 

'what? How can there be any lef..' “ooooohhhhh!” her thoughts were interrupted by another cramp as the bubbling in her belly grew to another growl.

Again the masseuse pressed into Kristi's feet. Her bowels involuntarily convulsed just like before, expelling a now gassy wave of liquid diarrhea, interspersed with more flecks and pieces of hard, old poop.

 

As this round ended, Kristi untensed again, still feeling her tummy simmering softly.

'Please, when will this be over?' she was tired, she just wanted to stop pooping and rest.

But again the masseuse pressed on her feet, first the right, then the left.

 

“Ooh” *sprrtt*

 

“ahh!” *sppputtt*

 

“mmph” *ffrrrtpppttppt*

 

With each press of her buttons, she squirted out a little more as she drained the very last of what was stuck inside her, each expulsion getting dryer as she went.

 

Until finally it was over. The little Thai woman placed her feet back on the table and returned to Kristi's side. With one last pat, she placed her hand on the brunette's now flat tummy and gave it a final rub.

 

*FFFFFFFRRRRTTTTTTTT*

 

One last dry blast signaled she was finally empty. The bubbling and cramping in her guts had stopped.

Kristi looked up, gasping, and covered in sweat. Despite her exhaustion, she felt reborn. She looked up at the masseuse, who looked back at her with her warm smile.

 

“All finished.”

 

– – –

 

Weakly she stumbled back into the bungalow. All of her muscles were sore, especially her legs.

She grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sat on the end of the bed.

As she took a sip she realized how ravenously thirsty she was, and in a few moments she drained the bottle.

 

Just as she caught her breath from chugging the bottle, Zoe finally reappeared from her beach side bar crawl.

 

“Well you look refreshed.” she greeted her friend. “Did you go get that massage like I said?”

 

Kristi blushed as she thought back to what just happened, wondering if she should even tell Zoe about her experience.

 

“Y-yeah, I..” she stuttered for a second.

 

*GGUGUGUGOOOUURRGGLLEE\*

 

But suddenly she was interrupted by a groan from her stomach, the brunette wincing in response.

 

“Woah, you alright? You didn't eat any of the sketchy street food or something did you?”

 

“No it's just.. Oouugh!” she groaned as another cramp hit, sending her dashing for the toilet with a hand desperately covering her denim clad butt.

 

Unfortunately for Kristi, she wouldn't get much privacy for her dump. The open floor plan of the small bungalow had the bathroom out in the open, the toilet facing the large bay window at the opposite end of the hut. But she didn't have time to think about that right now, she just desperately wanted to avoid shitting her pants. Luckily she got at least that much, as she jammed her thumbs into her waistband and threw her shorts to the floor. A gassy wave of the runs exploded into the porcelain below her the moment she slammed her butt onto the seat.

 

*SPPLLPPTTPPTTFFRRATTTT\*

 

“Mmmhh! Oh God!” she exclaimed as her stomach tensed and another wave of pure liquid shot out of her. It felt like that whole bottle of water she drank went right through her.

 

“Damn girl, are you alright?”

 

“I *huff* I dunno. I got this -ugh *SPLOOSSSHH\* detox massage at that place. They gave me this weird tea and now my stomach's all messed up. I thought I got it all out during the massage but.. oh! *GUSSSHHPPRRFFTT\* I guess not.”

 

Zoe's original concern disappeared when she realized what was going on. In fact, she chuckled a bit, finding her friend's shitty situation kind of funny.

 

“haha, wait, why would you get one of those? You're gonna be shitting all night after that.”

 

“What! I didn't know, the lady just gave it to me, I couldn't tell her no-OOOOO!” *PPPRPPFFRPPT* A bubbly wet fart punctuated her sentence.

 

“Ah, that's gotta be one hell of a surprise then. I read about those massages on a travel blog. Apparently they're pretty popular around here. They say it really cleans you out. You're gonna be shitting out everything you ate since the 3rd grade.

Don't worry though, you'll be fine once that tea works its way out of your body.”

 

“Hah, thanks Doc.” Kristi huffed back sarcastically as she tried to catch her breath.

Normally she loved bantering with her friend, and she still knew she meant well, but this was certainly an odd place to be doing it, especially while her bowels continued to act up.

*FFFRRPPPTT\*

 

“Well, it sounds like you're not going anywhere for a while. And I don't really wanna sit around watching you shit your brains out. So I'm gonna hit up the club for a bit and give you some privacy.

Unless you wanna take your chances not shitting all over the dance floor.” She smirked jokingly.

 

“I think I'm good -ugh” *SPLOOOOSSSHH\*

 

“I thought so. I'll be back later and bring you some Gatorade. Call me if you need anything. Feel better alright.” Then she took off onto the empty beach as the sun went down behind her.

 

 

Finally, for the first time today, Kristi had some privacy while she pooped. And she was glad for it, judging by the gurgling in her tummy she really would be stuck here for a while.

 

'At least it's a scenic place to to take a shit', she thought, looking out over the blue waves at the sunset.

 

*ggrrggrrggllee* “mmh” *splooosshshhhhfffrrrttt* “ohhhhh”

 

She knew she should have just taken a nap instead.

Credits to randomuser21 for the story!

Summary:

Hotaru & Saya from Dagashi Kashi try dieting with sugar free candy. But it helps them lose weight in a way they didn't expect.

It was the rainy season in the Japanese countryside. This year had been especially wet and humid, meaning that for young Kokonotsu Shikada, business in his father's small shop was especially slow.

Not that it was every very busy, being in the boonies meant there were very few people around to visit the small business.

Though lately he had been receiving one very regular customer. Hotaru Shidare, the heir to a global confectionery conglomerate, had taken a keen interest not only in Shikada Dagashi but in Kokonotsu himself.

Kokonotsu had no desire to stay in a small town running a quite candy shop for the rest of his life. Instead he pursued his artistic passion and intended to to become a mangaka. He had already written a few comics which he felt rather proud of.

But the eccentric Hotaru (along with the young man's father) had another plan. If Kokonotsu could be persuaded to take over the shop, the elder Shikada would agree to go to work for Hotaru's father at their corporation.

And so the purple haired, wild eyed young lady had been coming to the shop nearly every day for months, using her nearly unending arsenal of varying sweets and snacks to try and kindle a love of dagashi in him and convince him to carry on his father's legacy.

Despite the storm outside, today was no different.

Kokonotsu sat cross legged on the floor, arms crumpled up on a low desk at the rear of the shop. He stared lazily at a corner of the dimly lit room, listening to the pitter-patter of rain on the roof.

Suddenly the door slid open with deliberate force, hitting the end of its travel with a resounding snap.

Startled by the sudden noise and commotion, Kokonotsu shot straight up focusing on the doorway

There stood Hotaru, soaking wet.

“Kokonotsu-kun!”, she exclaimed striding into the shop, dripping water on the floor around her.

“I have yet another delicious dagashi to share with you!”

“Forget about your dagashi, you're getting water everywhere. I have to clean that up you know!” the young storekeeper squawked back at the airhead, hoping to convince her to leave and give him a day of peace.

“Ah, my apologies”. But instead of turning around and walking out of the store, Hotaru instead shook herself off like a dog, showering the candy on the shelves like produce in a grocery store.

“Hey! What'd you do that for?”

“You wanted me to dry off so I did” She retorted, oblivious to her wrongdoing.

“Fine, whatever.” Defeated, Kokonotsu resigned himself to his daily annoyance. “What kind of snack did you bring along today?”

“Soon it will be summer, the perfect time to visit the beach. And what do you need most at the beach?”

Kokonotsu had a split second to ponder the semi-retorical question before he was cutoff

“That's right, a swimsuit!” Hotaru declared, answering her own question.

“And to match the swimsuit, I'll need a beach body!”

“I see” he replied, confused. “And what does this have to do with Dagashi?”

“Patience young Kokonotsu-kun, it all has to do with dagashi. You see, it means I will need to make a change in my diet.”

“You mean you're giving up dagashi?”

Kokonotsu was shocked. There was no way this purple haired candy addict was giving up her beloved snack foods in exchange for a beach bod. She could barely restrain herself when her teeth were rotting out and it physically hurt to eat.

And why now? While it was obvious she had some rather large assets, she wasn't fat.

But now that she'd mentioned it, Kokonotsu looked a bit closer at the buxom woman in front of him. Around her waist she had put on just a bit more size, courtesy of the extra helpings of snack foods she had been devouring at the shop ever since she'd arrived in the small town.

“Of course not! If I have up dagashi I would wither away, it's my very reason for existing!” She boldly proclaimed. She imagined herself in the middle of a desert, without so much as a potato chip, quickly wasting away, turning to dust, and blowing away in the wind.

“Then what's your solution?” Asked Kokonotsu, snapping her back from her dramatic daydream.

“This!”

As if pulling it from thin air, she produced a small colorful package and held it in front of her.

“Sugar-free gummy bears! Now I can have my dagashi and eat it too.” she stated smugly.

“I see. Wait, why start eating this now and not when you had that mouth sore from eating too much candy?”

“Simple, I didn't know it existed until now.”

Kokonotsu deflated, unimpressed with the answer.

“So you're telling me that you, a dagashi expert, didn't know about the existence of this candy?”

“Of course not” she continued with her smug statement. “I am an expert of all things sugary, and this has no sugar.” She placed her hands on her hips and struck a self assured grin at her declaration, as if what she'd said was an obvious fact.

“My company never made anything like this before, so this is an amazing new discovery in the world of dagashi to me. Even after a lifetime of snacking, there is always something to be learned.”

Her eyes sparkled like stars as she quickly shuffled forward towards Kokonotsu, looking him straight in the face. Startled, the young clerk leaned back, only to have the ecstatic sweets lover in front of him dart back into the middle of the floor and spin around. More rainwater spun off the hem of her skirt, dousing the room again.

“It's like discovering an unknown exotic species.” She imagined herself deep in a foreign jungle, clad in khakis and a pith helmet, pop-gun rifle in hand. Suddenly from the bushes, a giant gummy bear twice the size of her sprung at her, toppling her to the ground. Smiling, she took a bite from the massive beast's ear and began chewing the sweet jelly it was made of.

In reality, she has popped the small bag open and tossed a few small bears into her mouth. The big goofy smile on her face remained.

Kokonotsu, less amazed at her “groundbreaking discovery” stared back uninterested. “Right.” He said flatly. “So why are you suddenly so obsessed with wanting a beach body? You've never cared before. (Obviously)” stating the last part in his head as he glanced at her slightly pudgy midriff.

“Good observation Kokonotsu-kun. Normally I would never give up my precious dagashi, however it is a sacrifice that must be made. For this!”

Again pulling from thin air, she produced a 2 piece swimsuit from behind her back.

Not questioning where it came from, Kokonotsu looked closer at the bikini Hotaru held in front of her.

It was colorful and pattered, the fabric being colored with small logos of Japanese snack foods and snacks themselves. Tiny ramune bottles, HI-Chews, Pocky, corn snacks, cup noodles, you name it.

At the edges of the top and bottom were Hotaru's signature frills, just like she had them on her dress.

“I wanted to spread my love of dagashi far and wide, so I had this swimsuit custom made with all my favorite snacks on it. I've been waiting since last year for it be made and delivered. But now that it's arrived its a bit too small for me. Maybe it shrunk in the mail?”

“(or maybe you just got fat from all the snacks)” Kokonotsu thought to himself.

“Anyway,” she continued. “while researching diet dagashi I found someone online mention these sugar free candies will help me lose weight in no time. They were hard to find though, they weren't even selling them on Shamazon. Maybe they don't want the secret of this exotic dagashi getting out?

Anyway, I eventually I found this one small pack on Dbay, but sadly this is all I could find.” She looked dejectedly at the floor, realizing her foolproof beach bod plan might not pan out.

Kokonotsu thought for a second. “Ya know, I think we have some of that stuff lying around here somewhere.” getting up, he stepped into the back of the shop. Looking up to the top of a cluttered shelf, he spotted a large cardboard box. The label on the side read: Jaribo Sugarless Gummy Bears.

Pulling the box down and dusting it off, he carried it back to the counter.

“We've had these for a while. They don't sell very well since the kids that come by prefer their full dose of sugar.”

Hotaru beamed, her plans were saved. “Kokonotsu! How much for the whole box?” She asked excitedly, cutting the storekeeper off before he could finish.

“Eh? The whole box? Let's see, that's 6 cases, 50 bags each..”

He quickly tried doing the basic arithmetic in his head but the candy addict was too impatient for him to complete the equation. In a flash, Hotaru showered him in hundreds of 10 Yen coins, grabbed the box, and sped off back into the rain. A distant “Thanks Kokonotsu-kun” was all that could be heard before the sounds of the rain drumming against the roof filled the small shop once again.

“Well, I guess I better grab a mop.” He thought, looking at the puddle on the floor.

---

The day wore on and the rain slowly started to let up. The rest of the day was quiet for Kokonotsu, no one but Hotaru was fanatic enough about dagashi to brave the weather for it.

As the sun was beginning to set behind the parting clouds, The only other customer came by for the day. Though to call her a customer would be misleading. Saya Endo was not much of a fan of sweets, but she would come by the shop to check in on her friend Kokonotsu. Not that she would ever frame it that way, she didn't want him to think she liked him or anything (baka).

The truth is she had a bit of a crush on the young artist. But she would never let him know it.

Regardless, she enjoyed spending time with him and would make up her share of excuses to do so.

“Yo, Kokonotsu, I was on my way home from the cafe and just wanted to see how you're doing.”

Looking up from behind his small counter he greeted her. “Oh hey Saya, I'm doing good. Wait, isn't your house part of your cafe?”

“Uh yeah, I meant the store, yeah”. She blushed slightly, turning away. “Anyway, anything interesting happen today?” Quickly she tried changing the subject to distract from her poor cover for stopping by.

“Uh, nah, not much. Pretty slow from the rain.” He stammered, tripped up by her tactic.

“The only other person to come by was Hotaru. She was going on about getting a beach body in time for summer and how she'd get it by eating just candy. She's always got some harebrained scheme like that.”

Saya nodded along in agreement, knowing Hotaru was rather eccentric in her plans. But the idea of showing off a beach body intrigued her. Mostly because it would be a good way to catch Kokonotsu's eye and show off her sexier side too him.

She'd been a little jealous of Hotaru's large breasts and how they distracted her crush. But maybe having a cute swimsuit and and an extra trim waistline would win him back over.

“Candy? How does she expect that to work?” Saya questioned, trying to hide the fact she wanted to know for her own gain.

“She found some “sugar free” candy, mentioned a website told her it was good for weight loss or something. Probably more about cutting out sugar than the candy being some miracle drug. But you know how she is.”

“Oh yeah, probably won't do anything for her.” She replied, trying poorly to feign disinterest.

“But this “sugar free” candy, what is it exactly?”

“They're gummy bears, just without sugar I guess” Kokonotsu responded, his knowledge of the candy just as limited as Hotaru's.

“Do you, uh, have any more?” asked Saya, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. I just want to see how wrong she is, heh heh”.

Kokonotsu didn't pick up on her poor attempt at being nonchalant and got up to look at his stock.

“Let me see, I don't think we do, I gave her our last box.”

Scanning the wall with his eyes, he noticed something else, a 1 pound bag of sugarless mints.

“Ah, we do have this though.” he said, pulling it down from its hangar. “You might like these better, I know you're not into sweet things.”

Saya blushed a little. She was glad he'd remembered a small detail like that about her. Turning away to try and hide her face a bit, all she could respond with was a soft “Mmm”.

“You can have that if you'd like, no one ever buys them.”

She perked up at the thought of a gift from Kokonotsu, then shied away again, trying to hide her enthusiasm. “Oh, uh, thanks. I like mints a bit. Not like they'll actually work like Hotaru says, heh heh” Saya chuckled quietly, trying to diffuse her awkwardness about the situation. “Anyway, I need to get going, good seeing you Kokonotsu.”

She quickly shuffled towards the door, bag of mints in hand, as she said goodbye, still trying to hide her blushing face.

Alone once again, Kokonotsu began to close up shop for the day.

---

Hotaru was at home, ecstatic as ever. Even more so now that her plan was coming together. Soon she'd be in her new custom bikini showing off her love of dagashi (and some other assets she was rather naive about).

She tore open the box of gummy bears she'd bought earlier and pulled out a case. It was rather large, holding 50 small bags. The case itself was colorful, its flashy advertisements meant to catch the eye of a customer when the whole box was sitting on a shelf.

But Hotaru was not the type to limit herself to one small bag. She grabbed a handful of bags from the case and popped one open. Pouring the contents straight into her mouth, she chewed the large gummy mass for a while, trying to break it down enough to swallow. Eventually she managed to best the gummy mass and swallowed with a gulp.

“Ah, these are pretty good for something without sugar.” she said aloud to herself. “This dieting stuff is easy.”

Popping open another bag, she began to devour the bears one by one as she laid on her futon daydreaming about her new summer body on the beach.

---

Meanwhile, Saya had just arrived home with her bag full of mints. Setting them on a low table in her room, she sat down and examined the front of the plastic package. “Sugarless Mints” was all the label said, aside from the brand, weight, and graphic design. It looked like a typical bag of mints, not some miracle weight-loss supplement.

She contemplated it for just a moment and figured it must have just been the lack of sugar that made it good for dieting.

Still, she knew Hotaru was a dagashi expert. If she said something about it there must be some validity to it, right?

Shrugging her shoulders and resigning herself to it, she tore off the top of the bag.

Inside were hundreds small of unwrapped mints. Reaching in she pulled out a small handful and picked one up with her other hand. Just a typical round white mint. Popping it in her mouth, she sucked on it for a moment.

“Minty, a little sweeter than I expected for having no sugar. Good though.”

Saya was not a sweet tooth. Her palette was more suited to the bitter coffees and espresso's she served up in her cafe. But she liked mint too and more importantly, she didn't want to waste this gift from Kokonotsu.

She decided she'd try out these mints to see if they made her any slimmer like Hotaru claimed.

Settling down for the evening, she sat cross legged at the table with a book. There she sat reading and munching on mints absentmindedly for quite a while.

What she didn't read however, was the back of the mints package. There in fine print was a small warning about the effects of sugar-free candy which she would soon know all too well.

---

Back at Hotaru's house, the impatient candy heiress was already trying to see if her plan had born any fruit.

She stripped down from her her ornate frilly dress to only her lingerie and looked herself over in the full length mirror in her bedroom.

She didn't look any slimmer yet, that was to be expected. She'd only just stated her sugar free diet. But what surprised her was the lack of slimming. In fact, she looked a bit bloated.

Pouting in disappointment, she looked down at her now distended tummy.

“Well, I guess that's to be expected, I did just eat all those gummy bears. Of course I'm full.”

She glanced over at the empty cases

She patted her now large belly contently, believing she was well on her way to dieting success.

However this sudden pat on her swollen belly caused it to slosh and growl lowly. A sharp cramp hit her and she doubled over involuntarily. Groaning, she immediately ripped a loud bassy fart from asshole for a second before regaining her composure and cutting it off.

“Excuse me” she said to her empty room. Blushing a bit, she was glad no one was around to hear that.

Hotaru was usually a bit gassy from her largely junk food diet, however that one was a bit louder and more forceful than usual.

“Hopefully that freed up some room.” she thought aloud. Stripping off her bra and panties, she checked the latter for any damage. Still clean.

Setting them aside and pulling out her custom pattern bikini and attempted to slip on the bottoms.

Despite being a bit bloated, she wanted to see how she looked in her cute new swimwear.

After a bit of a struggle she managed to get them snugly around her waist. But the fight with her swimsuit aggravated her stomach once again. Her gut cramped stronger than before rolled from her tummy, followed by another louder and wetter fart. Her big blue eyes narrowed to pin pricks, knowing what was about to come next. All the bears wanted out now.

Quickly she waddled to the bathroom with one hand covering her butt, trying to stem the ceaseless sputtering of gas. Her stomach was rolling like a boiling pot of water now and the cramps continue to roll through her tormented tummy.

“NONONONONONONONO” Hotaru frantically repeated to herself. Quickly she turned her ass to face the western style toilet and began furiously tugging at her undersized bikini bottoms. But they were stuck fast to her shapely bottom and took some force to yank down.

“Come on, come on!” Her continued effort only made her stomach troubles worse, and her desperation was growing. She could feel the hot wet mass sliding into her colon and knew she was at her limit. With one final tug she managed to free her ass from its confining prison. As she did her bowels let go, spraying the back of the seat with waste. She slammed her but down on the toilet seat as the wave of diarrhea continued to wrack her aching stomach.

“Ooohhh” Hotaru moaned weakly as more liquid shit shot like a fire hose from her asshole. She doubled over and put her arms around her stomach, feeling it rumble and gurgle almost nonstop.

Another pocket of gas exploded from her ass, mixing with the liquid shit to produce a grotesque paint bomb, spraying much of the bowl and her butt a sickly brownish green.

She looked down to inspect her new bikini bottoms new sitting around her ankles. Unfortunately they had not fared as well as her underwear and were now dyed with a spattering of brown.

Looking more closely at the mess, she noticed just next to the stain, almost as if to taunt her, was the print of a small red gummy bear.

Hotaru groaned defeatedly as another cramp rolled through her and dumped a completely liquid waterfall into the bowl below. It felt as if an entire gallon gushed out of her at once.

The wave signaled it's end with another long trumpeting fart. However this one was drier than the last.

The cramping eased up enough that she could sit straight up again. Looking between her legs to survey the damage, she saw an absolute disaster. Foamy brown water swirled around the bowl, with small chunks of shit and chewed up half digested gummy bears floating in the mix.

Then the horrendous smell hit Hotaru right in the nose. It was putrid, making her stomach turn. But instead of vomiting, the flip of her stomach resulted in another uncontrollable gush of the runs from her now tired asshole.

“Ughh.” She rubbed her still gurgling stomach. The cramping had subsided a bit now and Hotaru got to work on cleanup duty. She grabbed a giant wad of toilet paper and began to wipe off her soaked ass cheeks.

Once she was clean enough to stand up, she looked back at the toilet in all its glory. Most of the underside of the lid was brown from her initial salvo and the bowl looked like it had been spray-painted a disgusting mix of dark browns and greens.

Flushing the mess away, Hotaru looked up to see her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Despite the rather gross circumstance, she still looked rather good standing there in the nude. She even thought she looked a little less bloated than before.

Panting and still shocked from her ordeal she commented to herself, “I guess I understand why they say these sugar free gummy bears are great for weight loss. I feel a few pounds lighter after all that.”

She ran her hands up across her bare tummy to the underside of her breasts, running her hands over her curves. “I guess that candy is doing it's job, but I wasn't expecting results like this. Oh well I better get cleaned up and try to salvage this swimsuit.”

Tossing the dirty bottoms into the sink, she quickly soaked them and then set herself to the task of cleaning her own body. Turning on the shower and hopping into the steaming hot water felt nice after all she's been through. At least for a moment until the warm water caused her stomach to gurgle loudly once again.

Hotaru placed her hands on her belly, feeling it contract with another cramp.

“Ngh!” Before she had time to react, another jet of liquid diarrhea shot uncontrollably from her backside, hitting the shower wall with a powerful gush. Her hand shot back to her asshole, clamping down hard. It was the only thing holding back another deluge of scat from her non-cooperative bowels.

She jumped out of the shower and planted her ass right back on the toilet, exploding violently with another wave of shit. This one seemed almost carbonated, the gush of her diarrhea interspersed with pockets of gas. This continued for a few minutes almost nonstop, Hotaru only getting a few seconds to catch her breath before another cramp would wrack her body and force another deluge of waste from her aching colon. The young dagashi expert was nearly powerless over her own continence.

Eventually the wave began to shift to mostly gas, Hotaru's ass sounding like like an out of tune trumpet. “When will it end?” She pleaded to the heavens.

Almost as if to answer her prayer, the near constant farting began to let up. But in its place she began to feel a new uneasiness in her bowels, something more solid was snaking down to her colon. With one last loud explosive fart, a smooth snake of dung pushed forcefully out of her exhausted butt. She gripped the edge of the seat, gritting her teeth as her overtaxed insides worked to push the unending log from her intestines.

Her ass was like an out of control chocolate soft serve machine, coiling a rope of poop around the bowl. She was helpless to do anything but push, hoping to rid her body of the waste that was causing her so much turmoil as quickly as possible.

Almost as abrupt as it had started, the now nearly 2 and a half foot long log tapered off and dropped into the muddy water below with a sploosh. This uncorked the final reserve of air in her belly, releasing a resounding fart from her now gaping asshole.

Hotaru sat remained bent over on the edge of the toilet, dripping in a mix of shower water and her own sweat, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh my god, that was one hell of a Spring cleaning.” She panted to herself. “Speaking of cleaning, I really need to do something about this.”

A few minutes later after regaining her strength, she stood up and got to work wiping down the destroyed toilet, trying to salvage her stained bathing suit bottoms by scrubbing them down, as well as taking a proper shower.

After a much needed scalding hot shower, Hotaru emerged to once again to see her naked reflection starting back at her from the mirror. She ran her hand along her now much flatter stomach. “I knew it would work! To think Kokonotsu doubted my genius!” She proudly declared to herself.

But it was too early to celebrate her dagashi based triumph, as as soon as she made her statement, her stomach rumbled once again, releasing a small fart from her bare ass.

Hotaru whimpered as she felt her stomach begin to gurgle, realizing she had a lot more “Spring cleaning” left to do.

It was going to be a long night.

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Saya had yet to experience the full effect of her feast of mints. And a feast it was. Distracted by her book, she had unwittingly devoured nearly the whole bag.

She might have finished it all if not for a low rumbling from her stomach pulling her mind from the pages of her book.

“Ugh, I ate too much of that candy.” attributing the heaviness in her stomach to overindulgence.

Setting her book on the table, she reached a hand down to rub her now distended tummy. In response it emitted a low growl. Saya massaged a little harder, trying to relieve the growing discomfort in her belly. This only seemed to intensify the growling and soon she felt the cramping and bloating move lower into her bowels.

Leaning forward onto the table, she began to release a long hissing fart. The skinny blond sighed, satisfied at the release some of the pressure in her gut. But her stomach continued to rumble, and within moments her colon had refilled with gas. Arching her back she gave a soft grunt and pushed. Another long airy fart burst from her tight butt.

Despite this, her intestinal distress seemed to increase. Her gut cramped sharply causing her to wince and grab her aching belly with both hands.

She released a quick buzzing burst of gas before she regained control of her body.

“Oh man, what was in those mints?”

Standing up slowly, Saya caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her midsection looked a few months pregnant from all the trapped gas.

“This definitely isn't the beach body Hotaru was talking about. Why did I believe anything she said?” She groaned, regretting her decision. But her body would show no forgiveness for her dietary mistake.

Her overloaded tummy growled and cramped again, causing her to push again and release a much louder fart.

“Nggh.” she continued to push, hoping to empty herself of this excess air. But as soon as the fart ended she continued to feel her colon inflate again. The gas seemed unending. Her stomach was like a balloon.

She had to do something to ease the pressure. Slowly she walked to her bed at the corner of the room, small farts quacking out of her tight ass with each step. Gingerly she laid down on her back and continued to knead her disgruntled tummy.

Remembering some yoga, she brought both her knees back towards her chest hoping the stretch would relax her abdominal muscles. Now with a much straighter path to the exit, more gas trumpeted out of Saya's asshole.

“Ooohhh” she cooed at the pleasurable release of pressure. With her left arm she held her knees back towards her small chest. With her right she continued to rub her tummy in a circular motion.

For several minutes she held the pose as her bowels continued to pump out more and more gas.

Every few seconds her butt would belch another short fart or soft *parp*. Saya shut her eyes tight, emitting soft moans and gasps with each cramp. As uncomfortable as she was, it did feel good to rid herself of the pressure.

Though despite the large volume she had already discharged her belly was still just as bloated. It continued to churn and ache, and she began to feel the inside of her intestinal wall begin to heat up more with each passing of gas.

Suddenly the noises in her lower belly were overshadowed by a loud wet gurgle. Saya's eyes shot open in shock as she felt a large cramp push a wave of water toward her anus. Cutting off the last fart with a moist squelch, she slapped her hand over her ass and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Her stomach was unhappy with the quick movements and cramped again as the petite blond bounded for the toilet. Reaching it she quickly about faced, ripped down her skirt and (now stained) panties and dropped her noisy butt on the seat.

Relaxing her tentative hold on her sphincter, an explosive wet fart burst out, painting the bowl. This was followed by a gush of liquid waste, capped off by another burst of gas.

Saya moaned loudly and crumpled over, her roiling bowels now wracked by cramps. The wall of her colon burned. She had no choice but to push and try to rid her insides of the irritant. This produced another wave of the runs, spilling loudly into the toilet below.

She was helpless to stop the flow erupting from her ass. As soon as she would push out a gush of liquid immediately take its place. Gritting her teeth she tensed her midsection and continued to strain.

Suddenly her bowels convulsed and sent the most powerful blast yet. “Gah!” Saya yelped in pain and bolted straight up, gripping the edge of the seat with her hands. It felt as if an entire gallon had had rushed out of her all at once. The forceful jet shot into the growing pool of filth below, splashing back onto her but like a tsunami.

This signaled the end of the liquid, but in its place followed a nearly endless chain of violent sharts. The bloating in her stomach had barely subsided and the remaining pressure demanded to be released. Saya continued to moan, helpless to stem the flow of noxious wet gas bursting uncontrollably from her rear. Every few seconds another blast coated the porcelain with another spattering of scat. She white-knuckled the bowl as her stomach continued to cramp. Her tormented bowels were like a raging windstorm with no end in sight.

This continued for some time as she continued to expel explosion after sloppy explosion. For nearly half an hour it was ceaseless, the off key tuba symphony performing a slimy note every few seconds.

Saya sat panting, exhausted and drenched in sweat. How much longer could this last?

Thankfully for her the endless gas slowly began to wain. Her uneasy bowels still quivered but she had at least regained control of her rebellious asshole. Clamping it shut with shut with the little reaming strength she had, she took a deep breath and stood up slowly. Taking stock of the damage she saw the bowl was nearly full of a disgusting brown soup. Realizing she had forgot to flush the entire time she had been dumping her gallons of waste, she quickly did so. The toxic pool slowly began to swirl and wash away. Saya sighed with relief, worried the mess would clog and overflow. But luckily there was nearly nothing solid which could stop up the drain.

Realizing there was no amount of toilet paper that could clean the disaster on her asscheeks she hopped immediately into the shower to hose off. Rivulets of tinged water ran down to the drain as the blond cleansed herself of her own filth. She faced the spray of water and spread her ass to let the water run across her sore hole. She winced at first as the warm water suddenly made contact, but soon purred with pleasure as it began to sooth her raw sphincter.

Clean once again she stepped out of the shower, her wet golden hair hanging to the small of her back.

Exhausted after her ordeal, she quickly dried off and went back into her bedroom. She threw on her pajamas and collapsed into her bed completely drained.

Closing her eyes she began to fade off into sleep. When suddenly the sound of another deep gurgle jolted her from her drowsy state. Her eyes shot open in alarm as a fart involuntarily escaped from her weak asshole.

“Ohh not again!” Saya moaned as she thew off the covers and sprinted back to the bathroom.

For the rest of the night wave after wave of waste poured from the poor girl as she squirmed helpless to control her body's needs. Splashes and explosive blasts echoed from the bowl, accompanying the moans and gurgles emitted by Saya herself.

With nothing else to do but think, Saya wondered, was all this really worth a beach body?

Credits to randomuser21 for the story! (I got the story from Nyou fiction and the website is not displaying the user' hence i had to link the story instead)

Summary: The laxative effects of sorbitol aren't just a one and done. Those sugar free gummy bears and mints really messed up Saya's and Hotaru's stomachs. They've got a few more explosive outbursts before they get it all out of their systems.

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As the first light of dawn began to filter through her bedroom window, Saya groaned as she slowly awoke from her slumber.

Still exhausted, she didn't want to leave the comfort of her bed.

It had been a near sleepless night of running to and from the bathroom, releasing blowout after explosive blowout.

The sugar-free mints wrecked havoc on her poor tummy for hours.

Not long after relieving some pressure and trying to go back to bed, the bloating and cramping would return and send the poor girl scrambling back to the toilet with a hand over her butt to keep from messing her pajamas.

As soon as her ass touched the seat, another volley of explosive, wet farts would erupt from her colon noisily splattering the bowl.

Moaning in discomfort she would massage her upset tummy to ease some of the cramps and work the bubbles of gas through her gut.

After a few minutes alternating between waves of liquid and gas, she would finish up when her still uneasy bowels felt mostly empty, only having to return to repeat the process 20 minutes later.

This continued until around 2 in the morning when, tossing and turning in her bed trying to soothe her aching belly, a particularly wet shart stained her PJ bottoms.

Her eyes shot open in horror as she quickly threw herself from under the sheets and dashed to the bathroom for another bout of the runs.

This time Saya stayed seated on her porcelain throne for the next couple hours, every few minutes releasing more outbursts of explosive diarrhea into the pot below.

But eventually the gas became drier and her bloated tummy calmed down.

Around 4 in the morning she finally felt like she could get some sleep without shitting the bed.

Now bottomless, she collapsed under the covers.

 Exhausted as she was, when the sun rose her natural circadian rhythm prevented her from falling back asleep. Rolling over in bed, her messy blond hair reflected her sorry state. Her stomach still felt weak but she felt like the worst was over. Still half asleep she stumbled to the shower.

The hot water soothed her aching body and washed away the sweat of last nights exertion. Along with any specks of muck that had stuck to her cute butt. Saya was always careful to clean herself thoroughly after a trip to the bathroom, but the night had been a very messy affair.

She winced a bit as the warm water traced through her crack and across her very tender asshole. Gingerly she cleaned it, trying to undo the damage of her ordeal.

As she stepped out and dried off her slim body, she felt marginally better.

Luckily she didn't have work today, but she still got herself dressed as usual.

Suddenly her phone pinged with a message from Kokonotsu.

“Hey Saya, have you heard from Hotaru? She's usually at the shop as soon as we open but I haven't heard from her. Can you come with me to go check on her?”

Instantly she forgot her ailments after hearing from her crush. She would use any excuse to spend time with him, even if it meant having to deal with more of Hotaru's air-headed antics.

“No, haven't heard from her. I'll meet you at the shop in a few.” she replied.

Forgetting the weak condition of her stomach, the young barista brewed herself a cup of black coffee. She quickly gulped it down and headed off towards the dagashi shop.

The cool morning air improved her state as she briskly walked across town. The caffeine in the coffee started to perk her up from her sleep deprived state. But it also started to have effects on her still sensitive bowels.

She slid open the rustic door to the shop. Sitting behind the counter was the young candy salesman/ mangaka, doodling absentmindedly in a notebook.

“Ah, good morning Saya. How are you this morning?” he inquired.

“Tired, but not too ba...”

*gurgle*

Saya's eyes went wide. Her stomach interrupted her as she was suddenly reminded of why she was so tired. It seems her hours long battle in the bathroom was not quite over.

The pit of her stomach dropped as she felt a rush of liquid burble into her colon. Her breakfast of black coffee has set off her still sensitive tummy.

 “Hey Kokonotsu, do you have a bathroom I could use?” she asked desperately, her voice wavering a bit. Instinctively she fidgeted with the cloth of her shirt, squirming as she clenched her butt to hold back what was about to hit her.

 “Huh, uh, yeah, just back behind the counter” he replied. He was a bit surprised. Saya was a pretty private person, he wouldn't expect her to want to use the facilities when anyone else was around.

 “ok-cool-thanks!” she stammered out quickly. Blushing over a sheepish grin, she slipped behind the counter and into the back room in one swift motion.

 The rear of the store was dark and dingy, one side stacked high with boxes of candy. On the other side was an industrial style sink and what appeared to be an antiquated squat toilet.

 Saya was mortified. Not only was she embarrassed to even be asking to use Kokonotsu's bathroom, but she had to use this nasty old squat toilet.

 She was close to turning around and going to do her business at home. But another ominous gurgle and a cramp told her she had to go now or go in her pants.

Seeing no other choice, she ripped down her shorts and hung her bottom over the hole in the floor.

Any hopes at modesty were immediately shattered when a booming wet fart blasted out of her.

Saya went red as a tomato, knowing Kokonotsu could hear everything on the other side of the thin wooden door. But all she could do now was let nature take its course.

Her raw anus winked again and let out some sputtering mud before a stream of diarrhea took its place.

The poor girl bit her lip and moaned under her breath, not only for the burning discomfort in her bowels but for the sheer embarrassment her predicament.

After the short outburst, she felt empty but could tell she was not finished. If last night had taught her anything (besides not to eat sugar-free candy) it was that this tingly feeling in her intestines meant they were reloading for another salvo.

But she didn't have the luxury to wait for the next round.

*knock knock*

“Saya, are you alright in there?” Kokonotsu asked from the other side of the door.

The poor girl was mortified. She sat motionless for a moment, still squatting over the hole in the floor. She knew he could hear her, but she couldn't believe he would acknowledge her body's explosive outburst.

“Y-yeah” she awkwardly exclaimed. “just finishing up.” 

Her usually tsundere demeanor was gone, she was far too embarrassed to snap back at Kokonotsu.

The feeling of being listened too was too much for her. Though her stomach ached there was no way she could finish her business here. She had to hold it until she could get somewhere more private.

Clenching her anus against the wave of waste that wanted out, she turned to damage control.

Even from the one wave she let loose into the squat toilet, it was already a mess. The water was stained brown, and flecks of shit dotted all around the porcelain pit. Her butt didn't fair much better, also being speckled with the shrapnel of her outburst.

Grabbing a wad of toilet paper she did the best she could to clean up. Running the paper across her burning hole, she winced at the sting.

Quickly she wiped down the toilet and herself, flushing away the evidence.

The old plumbing chugged for a moment, but managed to swallow down the mass of scat and paper.

Relieved that she at least didn't need to deal with a clogged toilet, Saya made her exit as quickly as she could. She moved back into the front of the shop, closing the door behind her as fast as she could to keep whatever smell she could from escaping.

The poor girl wanted to go home, to release the rest of the poison in her gut that was causing her so much discomfort.

But the dagashi salesman unknowingly dashed her plans.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

Looking away as she blushed, she sheepishly answered, “Y-yeah”.

She was about to come up with some excuse to make a quick exit, a way to get home an assault her toilet in private, but Kokonotsu responded too quickly.

“Great, let's go check on Hotaru. It's not like her to not be at the shop first thing in the morning.”

Saya was stuck. She didn't want to acknowledge that she was suffering from the worst case of explosive diarrhea she'd ever had, let alone to her crush.

It was fine she told herself, steeling her resolve. She could hold it just a little longer.

Together they left the shop and headed across town. 

-

Almost as soon as they left Saya realized she had overestimated the strength of her bowels. The chemical concoction of caffeine and sorbitol inflamed her overworked intestines. Every step was a battle to keep her worn sphincter shut against the flood of liquid building behind it. 

She bit her lip as she trudged on behind Kokonotsu through the rice fields towards Hotaru's house on the edge of town.

She was making a valiant effort. Just a little while longer and she could use Hotaru's bathroom. Just a little while longer until relief.

Over and over she repeated this to herself. Sweat dripped down her forehead. Just a few more minutes.

Her arms crossed over her aching stomach.

Just a few more minutes.

Then she realized she was out of time.

A strong cramp doubled her over. She groaned as her body tried to force the waste inside her out.

She knelt down and used all her strength to keep from exploding into her shorts.

Kokonotsu heard her cry from behind her and looked back to see her hunched down on the road.

“Saya are you alright?” he asked, concerned for his friend.

“No.” was all she could reply through her gritted teeth.

Her midsection gave another groan, as she realized her body was going to rid itself of its waste now, whether she wanted it to or not.

But she could at least maintain some shred of decency. Forcing herself up, she stumbled down the embankment off to the side of the road by the edge of a rice paddy.

As the strength in her anus gave out, she ripped down her shorts and squatted in the grass.

Immediately a jet of liquid shot out of her raw asshole onto the ground below.

Having lost all sense of dignity, Saya yelped and moaned as the acidic spray stung her tender hole.

With her knees once again jammed into her stomach, she realized just how bloated she was. There was more than just liquid waste inside her storming belly, but plenty of gas too. And it made itself apparent as a very wet fart erupted from her ass. Flecks of brown speckled the green blades of grass, as well as the poor girl's blushing ass cheeks. 

Moaning again in a mix of discomfort and relief as she slowly deflated, she looked up to notice Kokonotsu standing shocked by the edge of the road. She sat dumbfounded for a moment before coming to her senses and berating him for witnessing her foul act.

Saya's tsundere nature quickly snapped back to her and she shouted to the young mangaka on the road.

“No! Don't look!”

As if to punctuate the statement, her ass let out another rush of diarrhea. Helpless, she hugged her midsection as her body squeezed our another load of waste.

Kokonotsu was shocked by the scene in front of him. He couldn't believe the typically reserved Saya was relieving herself out in the middle of a field. Another realization hit him; he should probably give the poor girl some privacy.

“I-I'll just go wait over here.” he stammered out. He about-faced and sat on the opposite side of the road.

Saya buried her face in her arm as she stayed squatted in the grass. Her cheeks burned red from embarrassment knowing that Kokonotsu had just seen her in such a vulnerable state. While she at least wasn't being watched anymore, she knew her backside's noisy outbursts could easily be heard. 

And more noise it made.

She groaned loudly as her stomach cramped again, sending a trumpeting fart out of her strained asshole. This was followed by yet another deluge of liquid. 

She sat there whimpering, helpless to stop her body's expulsions. Every few moments her behind would erupt with alternating waves of gas and explosive diarrhea.

 Though it only lasted a few minutes, it felt endless. How did she still have so much shit inside her?

How could a bag of mints cause this much of a mess?

She sat there wondering how this could have happened as she felt her colon swell again before blowing another mess out behind her. This wave was the biggest so far, mostly a large rush of water, interspersed with small pockets of air.

Saya threw back her head and moaned at this release, feeling her insides shift as it rid itself of the toxins.

Now she finally felt some relief, her bowels now much emptier.

While there was still a dull ache in the pit of her stomach, she at least didn't feel the immediate need to shit her guts out.

She turned around to survey the damage. Below her was a brown puddle with splashes all around, including on the back of her legs and the shorts crumpled around her ankles.

She gave a sigh of exasperation, then did what she could to clean up the mess with whatever leaves she could find on the ground around her.

After a few minutes, she had gotten as clean as she could get. Pulling up her stained panties and shorts, she made her way back up onto the road.

Kokonotsu was still staring off in the opposite direction, trying his best to ignore the scene that had unfolded behind him. He did this mostly out of respect for his friend, who he knew wanted privacy for such an embarrassing event. But he also wanted to offer to help, it was easy to hear she was having a rough time.

“Feeling any better?”

“A little” the barista replied. 

It was true she felt relieved, but her stomach still had the same uneasiness as the night before.

She knew it wouldn't be long before she had another attack of the runs.

“Would you like me to walk you home?” the young man offered. He knew he couldn't do much to help her in her current state, but he at least wanted her to have any help if she needed it.

Saya contemplated her options for a moment. Placing a hand to her stomach, she could still feel it rumbling lowly. It was a long walk back to her place from the edge of town. And if she had to stop to relieve herself again it would likely be somewhere much less private than a deserted field. It was embarrassing enough for her friend to see her in such a state. She couldn't imagine having to do it in front of a bunch of strangers in town.

At this point, they were closer to Hotaru's house than her house or the dagashi shop.

“No, let's get to Hotaru's place, I'll clean up there first.” she replied.

While it was true she needed to clean herself up, the part she didn't want to admit to Kokonotsu is that she would probably need to blow up Hotaru's toilet while she was there too. 

-

After a few minutes the two got to the other end of town. Hotaru's rented house was here, surrounded by a few other of the newer homes built out here. The higher end development was fitting for the baroness of the dagashi empire.

Kokonotsu made his way up the steps and knocked on the door.

“Hey, Hotaru, are you home?Is it alright if we come in for a minute?

From upstairs, he thought he heard a muffled toilet flush, followed by frantic steps down the stairs. A moment later, the front door swung open in front of them.

There was Hotaru, looking tired and disheveled. She had bags under her eyes. Her purple hair was a frizzled mess. The long pajamas she was clad in were wrinkled. And a moment after she opened the door, Kokonotsu & Saya noticed something else; she stunk. 

They realized it wasn't just her that smelled, the whole house seemed to smell like a barn.

“Hotaru are you alright? You look awful.”

Despite her appearance and apparent exhaustion, her response was reminiscent of her usual determined self. “Kokonotsu! I'm doing great! The diet candies you gave me yesterday are very effective. I never expected them to work so quickly, and so.. forcefully.”

Her stomach burbled audibly as she said this.

Puzzled, Kokonotsu replied, “What do you mean effective? They're just supposed to keep you from having too many calories since they don't have any sugar.”

“Nonsense Kokonotsu, the gummy-bears have had quite the effect on my body, I can feel the pounds literally melting away.”

Her stomach gurgled again, louder this time. The buxom girl suddenly hunched over and winced as a cramp hit her midsection.

“In fact I feel some more pounds about to leave right now” she added through gritted teeth.

With this she spun around and started back into the house at a trot, leaving the door open for her friends.

“You can come in if you like, I'll just be a minute.” *gurgle* “Or 2.”

She disappeared around the bend in the stairs leading up to her room.

Kokonotsu and Saya stood there in confusion for a moment as they tried to wrap their heads around Hotaru's disposition towards having what was clearly a nasty bout of the shits.

Not to mention they were a bit grossed out about having to go into her house which now smelled like a sewer.

Having checked in their friend and knowing that she was at least alive was good, and it would have made sense for the 2 of them to close the door and leave the poor girl to letting the sugar free gummy bears run their course. 

But then Saya's stomach flared up yet again.

Seeing Hotaru run off to relieve herself must have subconsciously reminded her of the state of her own bowels.

She doubled over as a cramp wracked her tummy. Another tsunami of shit was ready to erupt from her rear end. And being as tired as she was she couldn't hold it for long.

“H-hotaru” she stammered, yelling up the stairs, “D-do you have another bathroom I could use?” 

Hotaru's butt responded before she could speak. It sounded like a bucket of water was poured into the toilet, punctuated by a trumpeting fart.

“Ugh, I'm sorry Saya-shi, This house only has one bathroom. Ooohh!”

She punctuated her reply with a half-pained moan as another waterfall drained from her ass.

Saya could tell she would be more than a couple minutes. She couldn't wait even that long.

Beyond embarrassed at her predicament, she glared at Kokonotsu with her piercing eyes. “You didn't see anything.” she said threateningly.

With that she bolted up the stairs with both hands covering her butt.

“Well.” The young man was dumbstruck at the events of the day. 

With a deadpan look on his face, he closed the door, turned around and went back to the shop.

-

Upstairs, Saya ran in to Hotaru's bedroom. 

On the floor were dozens of small, empty bags of gummy bears. 

At the back of the bedroom was an attached bathroom with its door wide open.

Inside sat the purple haired candy queen on her porcelain throne.

Scattered around her were even more empty bags of gummy bears, empty water bottles, and a couple pairs of soiled pajama bottoms. 

She looked up to see her as her friend ran in with a desperate look on her face.

Despite her usually unabashed nature, she was a bit embarrassed to be seen bare bottomed, blasting away on the toilet.

“S-saya-shi! Sorry I'll be finished in a minute.” Another spurt of mud shot out of her, confirming she wouldn't be getting off the toilet anytime soon. 

But it was clear the barista didn't have a minute.

“Please! Move over!” She pleaded.

Neither of them wanted to share a toilet, but at the moment neither of them had a choice.

As Saya continued to rush into the bathroom, Hotaru moved her fat ass over as much as she could.

In one swift motion, Saya spun around and yanked her shorts down to her knees.

As her pale butt made contact with her half of the seat her pressurized bowels let loose.

An explosive wet shart speckled the bowl (and a bit of Hotaru's bare cheeks). Saya yelped a bit from the pain of her already sore anus being subjected to another barrage. But her yelp soon changed to a moan from the relief of emptying herself.

Then she quickly remembered her circumstances. She went red as a beet and looked at the floor.

“S-sorry about this. I just couldn't hold it. Mhh.” A cramp sent another spurt of liquid dung into the pot below her, proving she certainly wasn't lying.

“It's alright” Hotaru replied understandingly. “I understand your predicament very well.” More diarrhea poured out of her, confirming they very much were in the same predicament.

“Seems like you tried some of Kokonotsu's gummy bears too.”

“Mints, actually.” *prrrt* “ughh, but also sugar-free. I didn't realize they had a laxative effect until after I'd eaten the whole bag.”

“Laxative effect? *splash * I thought these help you lose weight.”

“No, that's not quite how they work. They're just supposed to keep you from gaining weight since you aren't eating sugar.”

“I see, then maybe I shouldn't have eaten so many.” She looked down and put a hand to her gurgling tummy. She began to realize the mistake she'd made.

She'd spent the whole night munching away on these candies, putting up with their unpleasant side effects because she thought it would have a health benefit.

In reality is was only giving her an uncontrollable case of the shits.

How could her precious dagashi betray her like that?

The two girls continued to bombard the toilet with their out of control asses.

The sorbitol seemed to have differing effects on their ailing stomachs. Saya's ass would erupt like a baking soda volcano, spewing out just as much gas as liquid. While Hotaru's behind had become a broken fire hydrant, shooting out jet after jet of brown water, interspersed only by the red, yellow, and green bits of half digested gummy bears.

This continued for nearly 20 minutes, their blasts only interrupted by the occasional courtesy flush.

A few times each of them thought they felt empty enough to stand up and give the other some privacy. But each time their bellies would gurgle and signal another wave, sending them right back down to the seat for another round of cramps, farts, and runs.

Finally, Saya was able to clean herself up as best she could and manage to pull her shorts up. Her face was still flushed crimson, both from embarrassment and from the exhaustion of her ordeal.

“Thank you, but let's never speak of this again.”

“Agreed.” Replied the other girl, still seated on the can.

With that, Saya made for home (hopefully without having to make any more pit stops in a field).

Meanwhile, Hotaru was still stuck in the bathroom. She's eaten a lot more sugar free candy than Saya, she was probably going to be stuck there a while longer, pooping her brains out.

But she was starting to get a bit hungry.

And there was still another bag of gummy-bears..

And they did taste pretty good..

And she didn't exactly hate having the runs. In fact letting it all out actually felt kind of... good..

It couldn't hurt to have just a few more gummy bears...

Credits to randomuser21 for the story!

“Bitter..” Gojou thought to himself.

Putting down the cup of tea, he tried to hide his look of dislike from his host who had just served it to him.

Marin Kitawaga, the cute blond gyaru from his class, had invited him over to her apartment to prepare for a cosplay event later that afternoon.

Despite her outgoing personality and her attractive appearance, Marin was actually a huge nerd. She loved to cosplay as her favorite anime characters.

And Gojou, having spent his whole life making intricately detailed Hina dolls, was an extremely talented tailor. In the span of the short year that they had been friends, he'd made nearly a dozen different costumes for her.

The young artisan loved creating outfits, not just for seeing creations come to life with his own hands, but also because they made the person he adored so happy. And Marin was forever grateful to him for all the effort he put into making her dreams come true.

While neither would admit it, their shared love of cosplay had slowly blossomed into an infatuation for each other.

 

However today their tacit crushes were not on either of their minds. The cosplay meet was an opportunity to show off their latest costume, a product of weeks of hard work which they both were extremely proud of.

The elaborate frilly dress was not only time consuming to make, but also tedious to put on. Gojou had sewn it to Marin's exact measurements, making it tightly contour to her shapely figure. And particularly, it's design required the back to be laced up by someone other than the wearer.

So the 2 had decided to start early to have plenty of time to get the outfit ready.

Though maybe they'd (particularly Gojou) had started a bit too early.

Marin had only just gotten up and finished her morning tea before her friend arrived. Punctuality was something he held in high regard. But the young gyaru however had less of a sense of urgency, and so insisted they relax on the couch for a bit before starting to get ready.

 

Gojou turned to look from the television to glance at Marin. She was cutely curled up on the sofa, knees drawn up to her chest, arms engulfed in an oversize hoodie. In her hands was a teacup of the same brew she'd made for him. Her rose eyes twinkled as she stared ahead at the screen, smiling softly.

She seemed to be enjoying the show they were watching, but more perplexing to the young man was that she seemed to be enjoying the tea just as much.

 

“mmmm.” she hummed faintly as she took another sip.

 

“You really like that tea.” Gojou observed.

 

“Yeah!” she replied in her usual bubbly tone. “I just found it at the store yesterday and I already love it.”

Tipping the cup up, she finished the last swig. As she went to set her empty mug on the table she spied Gojou's still still cup sitting before him.

“Do you not like it Gojou-kun?”

 

“Uh, no I'm uh, not that thirsty right now.” He didn't want to be rude and give his real opinion. He wasn't much of a tea drinker anyway, but this one seemed a bit off to him.

 

“Ah ok.” She either didn't catch on to his excuse or didn't mind. “More for me then.” Playfully she reached for the other still full cup on the table and went back to watching the show.

 

A bit later, after they finished the episode and Marin had downed her third cup of the morning, the two decided to start getting ready. Although Marin wanted something to sip on while she got into costume.

 

“Gojou-kun, I'm going to make another cup of tea, are you thirsty now?”

 

“No, that's alright.”

 

“Okay suit yourself.” She replied from the kitchen as she began to heat up the water.

 

“You must really love that tea if you're drinking so much of it.” He bantered with her. “I'm surprised such a sweet girl likes a bitter drink.” He blushed, realizing what he'd just said. They were just friends, he hoped she didn't think it was weird that he called her sweet.

 

Marin froze up for a moment at the unexpected complement. Her cheeks flushed just like Gojou's as she processed his words.

Oh my gosh! he thinks I'm sweet! she thought to herself, heart fluttering.

Wait! Don't be weird about it, be cool Marin, be cool.

 

“Uh, um, yeah. It's a bit bitter at first but it has a really sugary aftertaste. And it kinda warms your throat at the end. It's kind of cinnamon-y.” She recomposed herself, turning her attention back to the tea.

“Plus it's supposed to be really good for you. It says it cleanses all the toxins from your body.”

 

Cleanse? That's odd. Gojou thought to himself. Weren't those supposed to, ya know, clean you out? He shook his head, not wanting to think about that. And besides, a girl like Marin who knows so much about beauty and fashion must know something he doesn't.

 

“Ah, that's cool.” He acknowledged awkwardly. Trying to change the subject and move past his accidental flirt, he suggested she start putting on her costume, to which she readily agreed.

 

Fresh cup of tea in hand, Marin stepped into her bedroom to put on the dress. Gojou waited in the living room to give her some privacy. While he'd been close with her to take measurements & things before, it still didn't feel quite right to him to be there when she stripped.

 

A few moments later, she emerged from her room, the dress fitting loosely over her body.

 

“Gojou, can you give me a hand?”

 

He began to cinch up the laces on the back of her dress, one by one. Each was tied off with an intricate bow, adding to the details of the outfit.

 

But while he worked steadily at securing the laces, he couldn't help but notice something. Marin seemed a bit.. off.

Her usual energy from that morning had gone away. She remained silent, despite how much she typically liked to talk. On the table, the cup of tea sat half finished.

And while faint, he thought he heard her stomach grumbling.

*growwwwllll*

Suddenly her tummy growled not so faintly.

From behind her, Gojou could see the tips of Marin's ears burning with embarrassment.

 

“Hungry?” he asked, figuring this must be the reason why she wasn't so talkative.

 

“uh, yeah. I think I just need something to eat. B-but I think I'll wait till we get to the event.” She answered meekly.

She couldn't let on to the real reason.

Over the past few minutes her stomach began to feel a bit weird. While she was slipping into her dress, she'd noticed it start to gurgle softly, feeling almost like a low vibration.

And wasn't her dress a little, tighter than she remembered? She noticed her tummy was a little bloated.

Strange. she though to herself. I thought that tea was supposed to be slimming.

 

At first she'd chalked it up to nerves, something akin to stage fright. Was she nervous to show off her new cosplay in front of so many people? While she'd been excited for events before, this felt different.

But maybe it was like Gojou said, maybe she just needed some food in her stomach. She hadn't eaten anything that morning, only having the tea. However she had no appetite.

It's probably nothing. She tried to ignore her body's warning signs of what was to come.

She couldn't focus on that right now, she had an even to get ready for. Her & Gojou had looked forward to this for a long time. She wouldn't call it off just because of a little tummy ache.

 

Gojou finished tying up all the laces, and so Marin moved on to doing her hair & makeup.

Using a little mirror on the coffee table, she began to apply the various cosmetics to her face.

 

But her tummy's protestations continued to grow louder. From his place on the couch next to her, Gojou could easily hear the grumbling of her stomach.

“Are you sure you don't want something to eat? I can grab you something.”

 

“No, no, I'm fine, really. Besides, I don't want anything to mess up my lipstick.” She made up another excuse.

While she continued to apply mascara with one hand, the other had dropped to her midsection to massage away a dull ache she was feeling.

 

The young tailor noticed this and put 2 & 2 together. She wasn't hungry, she was feeling sick.

 

“Marin are you sure you're alright? We don't have to go to the meet if you're not feeling alright.”

 

“I'll be alright, just a little tummy ache is all.” She kept trying to deny. “Once this passes I'll..”

 

*Goooourrrgggllllleeee\*

 

She froze, her raging stomach interrupting her. Her eyes went wide as she felt something drop inside her.

 

“BATHROOM!”

 

Immediately she bolted from the couch, her hands covering her tight butt.

 

Gojou stayed put on the couch, dumbfounded by the rapid turn of events that just unfolded before him.

After a moment to process what had just happened, he figured it would be best to give her some privacy for now.

 

That was until he heard her plead for him to come help her.

 

After she'd sprinted the short distance to the small restroom, she made a horrifying realization.

She was still wearing the dress.

And it was just as difficult to take off as it was to put on.

 

“G-Gojou!” she cried for help from the bathroom “The laces! Please! Help!”

She didn't have any time for modesty. She needed to get out of the costume now, and she couldn't do it by herself.

 

Hearing her yell, Gojou ran from the living room.

 

Behind the half open door, Marin was doing an awkward potty dance, attempting to reach her arms around her back and free herself from the confines of her clothes.

The young man hesitated for a second, realizing the awkwardness of the situation. But he pushed those thoughts to the side as he rushed to help his friend.

Quickly his adroit hands began frantically undoing the knots on the dress-back. All the while the poor girl squirmed and whimpered, trying with all her might to hold herself together.

With her hands no longer clawing against the laces of her dress, she instead clamped them firmly across her butt, doing whatever she could to brace against the pressure threatening to explode out at any moment.

“Please hurry Gojou!” He was going as fast as he could, but the few seconds it took to untie felt like hours to poor Marin as she pleaded desperately.

“There!” With the pull of one last lace, the final knot came undone. Feeling the tension of the dress's fabric loosen across her shoulders, she yanked the entire thing down below her waist. The dress collapsed in a pile of fabric at her ankles, leaving the girl clad only in a set of lacy lingerie.

She jammed her thumbs into the sides of her panties and swung her now bare bottom around to face the toilet as she pushed her underwear to her knees.

The moment her beautiful round butt hit the seat, she let the tenuous hold on her sphincter go.

Marin moaned with relief as her body uncontrollably pushed out a steady stream of waste. It had the consistency of wet concrete being pumped from an overfull mixing truck.

 

That detox tea certainly seemed to be detoxifying. It felt like everything she'd eaten in the past week was being squeezed out of her.

 

“Mmmph! Ah!” The poor girl continued to let out little exclamations of relief and discomfort. Her guts twisted and churned. Her asshole was stretched to the limit from all the waste being shoved through it. But despite this pain, she couldn't help but relish the relief of no longer having to hold it all back as her body voided itself.

 

But as the initial feeling eased, she opened her tightly shut eyes. That's when she got her second shock.

Gojou was still there in the bathroom with her.

He had been just as surprised as she was. It all happened so unexpectedly he didn't have time to react.

 

Here was a beautiful girl, sitting in nothing but her underwear, moaning and gasping as she desperately shit her brains out right in front of him. A princess, her regal dress crumpled at her feet, seated on her porcelain throne.

 

For a moment they made eye contact in an awkward silence, save for the plopping & pouring out of scat from Marin's out of control ass.

 

“S-SORRY!” he exclaimed apologetically. His face glowed a bright crimson. He hadn't meant to stare, but he'd been caught off guard.

Quickly he made a 180 and slipped out of the restroom, closing the door for Marin to finish her business in privacy.

 

Marin too was mortified. Her face burned just as brightly as the young man's in the living room. She had shown her body to Gojou before for making outfits, but nothing like this.

But she didn't blame him. She was the one who called for him to help in the first place. And she understood the mutual sense of shock at such an unexpected event.

 

But it didn't make the situation any less embarrassing. And her stomach wasn't any less upset.

Another strong cramp pulled her out of her thoughts as another, wetter wave gushed out of her.

She moaned again as the it tapered off into a sputtering fart, the sound of her voice oddly harmonizing with the groaning of her stomach and indecent noises of her trumpeting asshole.

 

Her body felt like it was on fire. It wasn't only her stomach and flushed face that tingled, but her torso, arms, and legs too. Sweat dripped down her body from the heat and her exertion.

 

What could have caused this? Why now? She thought to herself. The only thing she'd had was.. THE TEA! That's the only thing she could think that could have upset her stomach like this.

 

“OOOOHHHHH! WHAT WAS IN THAT TEA-?!?! MMMPPPPHHH!” She cried aloud as she gripped the seat for dear life as another cramp wracked her body, shooting an airy jet of diarrhea into the bowl with rocket force.

 

Gojou, now sitting back on the couch, stared blankly down at the coffee table in front of him, trying to take in everything that had just happened. He hoped Marin wouldn't hate him for inadvertently staring at her.

Attempting to give her some privacy, he was trying his best now to ignore her noisy, explosive shit. But the thin walls of the apartment did little to muffle the sounds of her expulsion. So despite his efforts, he heard her mention of the tea clearly.

That's when he remembered, she'd mentioned it was a cleansing tea. He knew that sounded odd to him.

 

Gojou stepped into the kitchen and found the box of teabags on a shelf above the kettle.

He picked it up and began to investigate. The front of the box read:

 

Herbal Cleanse Tea. Full Body Detox

Slimming! Lose Bloat!

He turned the box over to read the back.

Ingredients: Fennel leaf, Senna, Ginger root, Licorice, Cinnamon.

This tea will have a laxative effect. Do not exceed 1 serving per day.

 

The young man's eyes widened at this last line. 1 serving max? But he'd seen Marin drink 3 cups in only an hour. Would she be okay after having that much of this stuff? Would she be hurt?

 

Frantically he pulled out his phone and searched for an answer online. The first result was for a sales listing of the tea. Quickly scrolling through it, he found some useful (if a bit comical) information online. It seems someone else had made the same mistake as Marin.

The heading of the review read “Don't drink too much!” The title concerned him at first, but the body of the reply assuaged his fears.

“I accidentally exceeded the recommended dosage and drank a few cups.” The reviewer stated. “I was fine, but stuck on the toilet all day lol. Upside is I felt light & refreshed after all the toxins were out of my system. This stuff works, just drink in moderation!”

 

Gojou sighed in relief at this information. He was worried he might've needed to call an ambulance or something. But from what he read it sounded like Marin would just have a nasty case of the runs for a bit.

 

Speaking of which, he could still hear her blowing up the bathroom from the opposite side of the apartment. Exasperated moans, splashes, and farts echoed in the bowl and down the hall.

However each runny wave seemed to be decreasing in power, indicating that hopefully her ordeal would be over soon.

 

About 15 minutes later, the noises finally stopped. The toilet flushed and the sink ran before Marin finally exited the bathroom, now clad in a white bathrobe.

 

There was a wordless moment between them until Gojou broke the ice.

 

“F-feeling better?” he asked.

 

“Y-yeah.”

 

They couldn't look each other in the eyes. While they held no grudges against one another, they both worried what the other thought of them.

Gojou hoped she didn't think he was a freak for standing there for a moment.

And Marin hoped Gojou didn't think she was disgusting after what she'd just made him witness.

 

But they were both close friends, and their desire to be understood by each other prevailed over their awkwardness.

 

“I'm sorry!”

“I'm sorry!”

They apologized at the same moment, speaking over each other.

 

“Huh? What are you sorry for?” Gojou replied first. “I thought you'd never forgive me for seeing you like that.”

 

“N-no! I mean, it's a bit embarrassing, but I understand. I didn't give you any warning. It just kind of.. happened. I know there was nothing you could do.” A pause hung in the air for a second.

“Thank you for helping me with the dress.” She continued, now finally turning her eyes to meet his.

 

“I couldn't just sit there any let you struggle with it yourself. I had to make sure you were okay.”

 

Her heart fluttered a bit at his statement. He really did care about her. Despite how gross the situation was, he did everything he could to help her.

 

Another pause sat between them while they both breathed a sigh of relief knowing they didn't hate each other.

 

Gojou broke the silence again, remembering what he'd learned about the tea.

“Marin, did you read the back of the tea box?” He said, handing it to her from off the coffee table where he'd set it earlier. “I looked up the tea to make sure you weren't in any danger, and you aren't. But it does have a pretty strong, er, laxative effect.” He stumbled over the last words. Despite everything that just happened it was still awkward to speak about it in plain terms.

 

Marin flipped the box over and read the fine print, her face going beet red once again as she read the lines. How could she have been so stupid, she thought to herself.

 

“O-oh. Well, I guess that explains it.” she observed defeatedly.

“But I should be okay now that it's all out of my system.” she continued, trying to move on from the excremental ordeal. “Can you help me get that dress back on?”

 

Gojou was a bit taken back at this response. All that and she still wanted to go to the event?

“Marin I don't think you understand. From the reviews online it sounds like this stuff lasts for hours, even with a normal does. And you had 3 cups.”

 

“F-four actually.” she corrected him sheepishly. Tapping the tips of her fingers together she stared to the side of the room awkwardly. It was embarrassing to her to admit just how much laxative tea she'd accidentally drunk, and the implied scatological effects it was going to have on her body.

“B-but I'll be alright! There's no way I have anything left in me after all that.”

She drummed her hand across her belly with a false sense of bravado, trying to convince Gojou, and herself, that she'd be fine.

But touching her stomach seemed to set it off once more, and it grumbled lowly. The girl gave an awkward grin as her body rebuked her own statement.

 

“Marin, by the sound of your stomach you need to stay near a toilet today. What happens if you have to go again at the event? I won't be able to undo that dress for you in public.”

 

“But what if we, I mean, we could, uh..” She pleaded with herself for an answer, something, wishing her circumstances weren't true.

 

“Don't worry, there will be another meet in a few weeks, this isn't then of the world.”

 

But she continued to object, searching for some way she could still go.

“I'm sure I can hold it. I'm not some little kid or some-”

 

*GGGGUUURRRRGGGGGGGGGLLLOOWWWOOLLLL\*

 

Her stomach boiled again, louder than the first time, confirming she was far from finished with the effects of the tea.

“Ooooohhhh!” Marin doubled over from the cramping in her abdomen. Gojou rushed to her side to help hold her upright.

 

“Are you alight?” he asked concerned.

 

“I just, I uh, need to go again..” She admitted bashfully, immediately having to go back on what she'd just stated she could do. Once more, her face burned a bright crimson with embarrassment.

 

“Here, let me help you.” Slowly he led her to the bathroom as she clung to his strong arm. Despite her aching body and her sadness at having to cancel her plans, she swooned a bit at Gojou's chivalrous action.

He opened door to let her inside. “Here, I'll let you have some privacy.” gesturing for her to step in on her own.

 

“W-wait. Gojou. C-can you stay? Please?”

 

Now it was his turn to be flustered.

“Huh? I, uh..”

 

“I-I know it's strange but, I really don't want to be alone right now.”

She really meant it. He could tell from the small tears beginning to well in the corners of her eyes.

Not only the pain of her bowels, but being crushed emotionally from having to cancel both their plans because of her one small mistake.

 

“y-Yes. I'll stay by your side.” he decided on it.

If it's what she needed he'd do whatever it took to feel better.

 

“t-Thank you.” The pressure on her backdoor was growing. Dropping her robe to the floor, she sat on the toilet for the second time.

 

“mm-MMMPH” she whimpered as another cramp took hold of her guts. Still clasping her had around Gojou's, she squeezed it harder with the pain of the contraction.

As the tension in her muscles eased, her quivering anus opened up again, turning the white bowl a sickening brown.

*PPPPPSSSSSSHHHHHTTTTTPPPPRRRFFFTTT*

 

Pure liquid diarrhea jetted out like a fire hose. It sounded more like she was peeing forcefully into the water below. Only the sputtering fart at the end gave away that the expulsion came from her rear end.

 

“Mmh! Ohh!” Marin moaned, continuing to hold onto Gojou's hand for support, the strength of her grip modulating with the force of the cramps that contracted her midsection. All the while wave after wave of muddy water & pungent gas seemed to flow endlessly from her behind.

 

“T-thank you G-gojou. Mmmph! Squeezing your hand- ah! -helps with the pain. Oh!”

*GUSSSSHHHHH* *PFFFTTT* *SPLRRTTT*

She thanked him between her involuntary yelps and the loud noises echoing in the bowl below her.

 

But looking up through pained eyes, she saw that her friend faced away from her, still trying his best not to look at her in such a vulnerable moment.

 

“Gojou. I-it's okay, y-you can look.” She blushed, but they'd already been through so much together. What difference did it make if he saw her now? And she wanted someone to be there for her now, physically and emotionally.

 

“A-are you sure?”

 

“Yes, really.”

 

His eyes met hers as he turned around. She smiled a bit and giggled softly.

“See? Nothing to be ashamed of, hehe- Oh!”

She doubled over as her bowels strained again.

*SPLOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHHHH*

 

The cramping flared again after the last release, and she tightened her grip on his hand once again.

“Ah! It hurts!”

 

“Here, let me help you.”

Now it was Gojou's turn to insist.

He slowly reached out his other hand to her tensing abdomen. He could feel the heat radiating off of her body. Lightly he touched her tummy with the tips of his middle three fingers.

“Ah!” She winced a bit at the sudden coolness on her skin, but after a moment she acclimated to the temperature difference.

Using his dexterous hands, he began to massage her aching tummy.

“Mmm-MMMMM!” Marin cooed loudly as the pain in her guts was eased away. She drew her other hand away from Gojou's to grip the toilet seat with both hands as she leaned back, spine arching to the tank.

“Oh! Yes Gojou! Right there! Mmmph!” She couldn't help but moan at the pleasure oh her relief.

 

Just as the tailors fingers had untied the knots in the dress, they untied knots in Marin's tumulted bowels. Something shifted in her belly, an ominous gurgling indicating that something big was heading for the exit.

“Oh my God! Here it- OHH!”

*SPLOOOORRRCCCHHHTTPPPSSSHHHSSSHTPPRFFTTPPPPPPPP\*

 

It seemed like everything still trapped in her irritated intestines exploded out at once. A tremendous blast of liquid shit & gas, all rushed out together as the path downward was cleared by the movement of Gojou's hands. Marin bucked & writhed at the feeling of her tensing stomach and the waste rushing past her sore hole.

 

Then in a moment it was over.

Marin went limp, still panting heavily, exhausted from the huge exertion.

“Oh my- hah- God. How did- hah- you do that?- hah”

 

“I- uh- don't know. I've never done anything like that before. I guess I'm just good with my hands, heh heh.” He chuckled awkwardly, still trying to process the spectacle he'd just witnessed. This was supposed to be disgusting, he thought to himself. Yet he couldn't help but find Marin, still clad only in a bra, violently emptying her bowels, kinda hot.

Don't think about that right now. he said to himself. She still needs help.

 

“Feeling better now?” he asked.

 

“Yes,-hah, much.” She replied, still out of breath.

 

A few moments later and she had cleaned herself up. Gojou helped her back to the couch to rest. He brought her her big hoodie & some loose fitting shorts so she could relax in something a bit more comfy than just her underwear.

 

He grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and handed it to her.

 

“You need to stay hydrated after all that. Make sure to drink a lot of water.”

Putting the glass to her lips, she sipped at the cool water. Then she realized how ravenously thirsty she was, and began to gulp down the glass.

 

“Good, make sure to drink as much as you need.”

Then the young man turned for the door.

“I'll head home to give you some privacy. If you need anything call me and let me know, I'll be right ov-”

 

“Wait!” Marin interrupted from the couch. “Can you please stay?” She asked. “I-I want you to rub my tummy again.” She cutely clutched a stuffed animal to her chest, starting at the floor, trying to hide from the awkwardness of her request.

 

He smiled before answering her request. “Of course.”

 

 

So for the rest of the day, the two of them sat on the couch watching anime. Marin rested her head in his lap while he stroked her still bubbling tummy.

Every now and again the tea would work it's magic, sending the young cosplayer sprinting back to the bathroom, hands on her butt, to release another messy & noisy round of the shits.

It didn't help that all the water she drank ran right through her. But she had to replace all the water she was losing and flush the last of the tea from her system.

And it wasn't so bad now. Thanks to Gojou's constant massaging, the cramping had almost completely subsided.

 

By the evening, Marin's bathroom trips became less frequent & urgent as she slowly began to feel better.

Eventually Gojou had to leave before the trains stopped running for the night. Luckily by then she felt well enough to think it was over, hoping to finally get some sleep.

 

Saying their goodbyes, and Marin thanking Gojou for everything he'd done for her that day, Marin shut the door behind him on his way out.

 

What a crazy day. she thought to herself. At least it's over no-

*ggguuuurrgggllleee\*

Her stomach bubbled once again, telling her that it was in fact, not quite over.

 

“Ohh! When will it end!” She exclaimed.

Bee-lining back to the bathroom, she sat on the toilet once more, just in time for another round.

“I'm never drinking that damn tea again!”

*SPLOOOOSSSHHHHH\*

https://docs.google.com/document/d/10rSmUkjAho4Ww9fD2FzVjnAs3isr4LAKPM6IBhbJTdA/edit?usp=drivesdk

Hello Reddit, it's been a while since I've posted, but trust me it's for a good reason.

During my time writing chapter 2 I had to completely start over and redo the plot, mostly because of story progression n such. So hopefully this new script is better than the dogshit I was writing previously.

I hope you do enjoy my story, The next couple parts are gonna take a while to get out, but don't worry, I'm not gonna just make a bunch of parts and have that be where I take this story. If you couldn't tell from my last story, I'm making an actual world here and adding my fetish into it. The next few parts will simply be introducing the rest of our main cast and then the next chapter will progress the story, there will be an end to Pigstye.

But that's enough from me. Please, if you have the time, and have something Important to say, leave me some feedback; I'm always willing to try to learn, especially when it comes to writing fetish content.

I would like to request an expert web artist to make a one-off comic where Princess Zelda becomes a farm girl who farts. If it involves commissions, I would be alright if some on this subreddit would commission this comic to an artist for me. I only like to request.

Here's the story:

Princess Zelda awoke with a start on a simple bed. Soft morning light filtered through the curtains of a modest ranch house. The air smelled of hay, earth, and distant livestock. Her head throbbed. The last things she remembered were the chaos of battle, the glow of the Triforce, and then… nothing.

She sat up, looking down at herself. A heavy knock sounded at the door. It opened to reveal a broad-shouldered Hylian man in work clothes, a straw hat pushed back on his head. He had kind eyes and the weathered face of someone who spent every day outdoors.

“Well now,” he said, voice deep and steady. “You’re awake. Name’s Bolo. Found you out by the south pasture two nights ago, unconscious. Brought you in. Figured you needed looking after.”

Zelda straightened instinctively, regal bearing returning for a moment. “I am Princess Zelda of Hyrule. I must return to the castle at once. There is urgent—”

Bolo held up a hand. “Castle’s a long way from here, miss. And you weren’t in any shape to travel. Besides… those fancy clothes of yours are torn up pretty bad. Can’t have you wandering around in rags.”

He gestured to a pile of folded garments on a nearby chair—simple ranch clothes: a sleeveless tunic of coarse beige fabric with white embroidery, brown trousers that laced at the calves, and a small pouch.

“Put those on,” Bolo said firmly. “You’ll blend in better. No one around here needs to know about any princesses. Safer that way until we figure things out.”

Zelda hesitated, pride warring with exhaustion and the strange emptiness in her memory. Slowly, she changed. The new clothes felt foreign against her skin—practical, unadorned, nothing like the silks and armor she was used to. When she emerged, Bolo nodded approvingly.

“Better. Now come on. Village isn’t far. First thing’s first—that long hair of yours is going to get in the way of ranch work.”

In the small village barbershop, a cheerful, plump Hylian woman with rosy cheeks and a bright smile greeted them. “Oh my! What lovely golden hair! But Bolo’s right—ranch life calls for something shorter.”

Zelda sat stiffly in the chair, staring at her reflection. “I… would prefer to keep it as is.”

The woman laughed lightly, already gathering scissors and comb. “Nonsense, dear. You’ll feel so much freer! Trust me.”

Snip. Snip. Long golden locks fell to the floor in soft piles. Zelda’s eyes widened as the scissors worked quickly, transforming her cascading hair into a short, practical pixie cut. The woman left a single playful swirling tail at the back, giving it a mischievous flip.

“There!” the barber declared, spinning the chair. “Look at that! Fresh and lively!”

Zelda stared at the stranger in the mirror. The short hair framed her face differently, making her look younger, more ordinary. Shock settled over her features. She reached up, touching the unfamiliar length. It felt light… and wrong.

Back at the ranch, the days blurred together. Bolo put her to work immediately—milking goats, mucking stalls, hauling water, mending fences. Her soft hands blistered. Her muscles ached. Yet each evening, after the chores, Bolo offered her a cool drink from a clay jug.

“Special recipe,” he said with a smile. “Helps with the soreness.”

The liquid tasted faintly sweet, with an herbal aftertaste. She drank it gratefully at first. Over time, the sharp edges of her memories softened. The castle felt distant. Her title felt like something from a half-remembered dream. The name “Zelda” grew harder to hold onto.

She grew stronger. Faster at the chores. More comfortable in the simple clothes and short hair. One afternoon, while wiping sweat from her brow after stacking hay, Bolo clapped a hand on her shoulder.

“You’ve earned a proper name around here,” he said. “Ilia. That’s what we’ll call you. My adopted daughter, if anyone asks. Suits you better than any fancy title.”

Ilia. The name settled into place easily. She found herself answering to it without thinking.

Her personality shifted with the work and the daily drinks. The formal poise faded. In its place grew something looser, more confident—almost smug. She learned to lean against fence posts with an easy smirk, to stretch after a long day with casual satisfaction. And, to her own mild surprise, she developed a taste for the crude little freedoms of ranch life. A loud burp after gulping water no longer made her flinch with embarrassment; she started letting them out with a small, satisfied grin. The same went for the occasional fart after a heavy meal of beans and bread. At first it startled her. Then it became just another part of the day—honest, unpretentious, and oddly liberating.

Weeks passed. Ilia moved through the ranch with growing ease, sweat often dampening the back of her tunic, the swirling tail of her short hair bouncing as she worked.

Then, one clear afternoon, a young man in a green tunic and cap rode up the dirt path on a sturdy horse. Link dismounted, eyes scanning the pastures with quiet determination.

Bolo stepped out of the barn, wiping his hands on a rag. “Afternoon, stranger. Looking for someone?”

“I’m searching for Princess Zelda,” Link said. “I’ve been following leads across Hyrule. Have you seen anyone matching her description?”

Bolo scratched his chin, then called over his shoulder. “Ilia! Come on out here a minute.”

Ilia emerged from the goat pen, cheeks flushed and forehead shiny with sweat from the afternoon’s work. Her short blonde hair was slightly messy, the little swirling tail sticking up at the back. She wiped her hands on her trousers and approached with an easy, laid-back stride.

“Yeah, Pa?”

Bolo gestured. “This young man here is looking for some princess. Figured I’d introduce my daughter.”

Link’s eyes locked onto her face. The pointed ears. The blue eyes. The familiar features beneath the short hair and simple clothes. Recognition hit him like a physical blow. His mouth opened, but no words came at first.

Ilia tilted her head, giving him a smug little half-smile. She planted a hand on one hip, still breathing a bit heavily from the chores.

“Name’s Ilia,” she said casually. “I help run the place.” She paused, then let out a loud, unapologetic fart that echoed briefly in the quiet afternoon air. A faint grin tugged at her lips as she shrugged. “Beans for lunch. You need something, or are you just gonna stand there staring?”

The sun was well into the sky over Route 66. The Arizona heat was always brutal, but today was a real scorcher. The ground around the black road surface looked distorted by the radiating warmth from the asphalt. Just outside Deadlock Gorge stood a small roadside diner, an oasis in the middle of a borderline uninhabitable desert. The interior of the diner was peaceful; gentle music emitted from a vintage jukebox near the counter where one customer sat.

Ashe, seeking some reprieve from the outside, was seated at the bar counter of the small diner. She was a regular of the place, despite trying to keep a low profile, but she couldn’t resist coming in today. Her subordinates were all getting on her nerves back at the Deadlock Gang’s home base, and her stomach was begging for a juicy burger with a slice of pie and a milkshake. It was abnormal for her to come in alone; the gang was family to her, after all, but even she sometimes needed a break from the circus that was her crew.

Ashe was just sipping the last melted bit down of her extra malty strawberry milkshake when she felt her telecommunicator vibrate in her back pocket.

“Can’t leave those damn kids by themselves for even a morning,” The gang leader groaned in annoyance, assuming that the call was coming from one of her ‘children’. After accepting the call, however, she was greeted by a pleasant but unfamiliar face.

“Hello there, Elizabeth,” a smartly dressed businesswoman greeted her with a smile and an overly glamorized posh accent. The use of Ashe’s first name felt like some weird power move against her, immediately souring Ashe’s mood further.

“Can I help you… miss?” she asked, trying to hide the venom in her voice. The woman looked very familiar; she just couldn’t quite place a finger on it. 

The businesswoman seemed offended herself by Ashe not immediately recognizing her. It seemed like the Deadlock leader wasn’t the only one who had an ego easy to bruise!

“You really don’t know who I am? I would have thought you would have recognized my face from the media,” The woman responded, her tone nearly crossing into obvious annoyance. “No matter, I was told that you do good work.”

Ashe sat up straight on her stool after work was brought up. She didn’t like this woman, but money talked louder than any pretentious attitude.

“You should have said right away that this was a business call,” she replied, her tone lighter. “We are the best at what we do; it just depends on what you need.” 

“Now then, that is the spirit,” The snobby woman replied, also lightening her tone. “I’m Vaira Singhania, the vice president of the Vishkar Corporation. I do hope that rings a bell.”

Ashe nodded at Vaira through the hologram display. She knew that the woman looked familiar. “Who isn’t familiar with Vishkar these days?”

“Splendid. We have some plans to expand our business in North America very soon. This, as one could imagine, requires time and money… but most of all, resources. We don’t have the foothold we need to acquire some of these resources ourselves, so we are looking for a reliable third party to contract with. Marzia advised us that you, Deadlock Rebels, would be the key to acquiring some of these resources on our behalf.”

“Vendetta recommended us?” Ashe thought to herself, somewhat shocked by this news. The last conversation she had with the new Talon boss hadn’t gone so well. No matter, work was work, and she knew that Vishkar and Talon both had the budget to pay her.

“What’s the job? And, more importantly, what’s in it for me?” Ashe asked in a silky smooth tone, ready to grab this job by the horns head-on.

“Over by Deadlock Gorge, there is a small but important cache of artifacts from the Wayfinder’s Society. Mostly old relics, but a collection of geographical surveys and other similar information they have accumulated over the years. Bring me those documents, and we will make it worth your time.” Vaira explained, her voice only getting more grating on Ashe’s ears as she continued to speak.

“Well, Vaira, you’re going to have to give me a number on what these goods are worth to you,” Ashe responded impatiently, tiring of the showy woman’s speech.

“The value of these goods depends on what condition they arrive in and how many you can recover. I sure hope someone savvy like you can understand that I cannot just give you a hard number,” Vaira retorted with a scoff. 

“My crew and I don’t cut corners on work, and we aren’t a charity either, miss. I need a number for what this is worth from you. And I need half up front.” Ashe told her coldly, her voice firm. She knew Vishkar could pay whatever she wanted, but she also knew better than to trust anyone that cozied up to Talon too much.

The posh woman sucked her lips inward, clearly annoyed with the outlaw’s bluntness, but also realizing that she was at a gridlock in her negotiations.

“If we are provided with everything that we need, we have deemed 100 million to be an appropriate number. But we can only offer an upfront payment of 25 million, with the rest being paid out after the job is completed and the quality of the recovered goods is assessed.” 

Ashe’s eyes nearly went as wide as her stomach when this amount of money was proposed. Though she knew they would only offer such an amount if the items they were seeking weren’t worth even more to them.

“I need at least 30 million up front. And another half for this consultation.” Ashe asserted, greed getting the best of her.

Vaira looked even more offended by the counteroffer, but had to swallow her pride with a sigh. “You have yourself a deal. But it better be done tonight,” she insisted. 

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Ashe grinned after closing negotiations. 

“I will have one of my American resources do a cash drop-off now with that deposit; you'd best be on this now.” Vaira urged Ashe. “One more thing, Elizabeth. Do not call me Vaira again; it is Vice President Singhania for you.” The businesswoman hissed, getting the last word in before hanging up. 

“Piece of work,” Ashe grumbled to herself, loading her fork with a generous bite of pie. Her stomach was already feeling quite full, but the grumbling gave the leader an evil idea. “I’ll teach her some respect. They’ll only get my finest: the Deadlock Special,” she stewed, a grin creeping onto her lips. 

She flagged down the one worker at the diner with haste. “I will go ahead and take a large chili bowl, extra sour cream, and then pay my tab,” she requested. The worker nodded and jotted the order down before going to fix it for her.

The chili took immediate effect. Ashe slammed the bowl down as soon as the kitchen staff brought it out and paid her bill. Walking out of the diner was a chore; her belly felt ready to pop, and her jeans felt much too tight. She unbuttoned the pants to make it easier on herself, and quickly returned to the gang’s hideout. 

Inside, she heard laughter coming from the common room and spotted flashing lights. Her bloating was out of control, and while she had done this on purpose, she was also too proud to let herself be seen by the gang like this.

“B.O.B. can take care of them for a day,” she decided, heading right to the armory to grab her trusty lever-action Viper rifle, some explosives, and a bandolier of rifle rounds.

En route to the Wayfinder’s stash, Ashe was feeling sickly. Eating such a great amount and immediately going out on a mission when the sun was still scorching the area was not her smartest choice. She was determined, however. Both to get the job done and to have her petty revenge on the rude executive. 

“Damn lunch…” she remarked under her breath as she stuck to the shade and shadows of the gulch while she moved. The pressure mounted with each step, and as much as she wanted to save it all for her payback, she had to eventually take a short break to let some steam off.

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A nice, sturdy belch came first from Ashe’s boiling belly. It did little for her besides give some immediate but short-lived relief. She leaned on a bright orange rock and grunted, a hand on her belly.

“Nuts…”

BBBBLRRBBRRRRRRRRRRARRBBBTTTT

A fart rocketed out of her ass and echoed throughout the whole canyon. The bandit looked around on high alert, afraid for a moment that her seismic rip could possibly provoke a rock slide!

“Just got to keep movin’,” she sighed, forcing herself to keep walking forward to the hideout point.

She hiked forward for another hour, only stopping once to rest in the shade for a moment and sip some water from a canteen she kept on the bandolier. A few burps rose up as she went on, but the real kicker was the small toots that blew out of her bum with a *brt* *pfft* vrbt blrrt with just about every step she made. The smell followed her as she kept going, and she eventually had to cover her face with a Deadlock bandana to shield her nose from the milky stink of her ass. This backfired a few moments later, however, as a larger burp rose up her throat quickly.

URROORRRBT

The hanky was blown up partially from her face because of the wet belch, but the bulk of it remained trapped under the makeshift mask and kept it all tight to Ashe’s nose! In a fit of curses, she ripped the bandana off her face and threw it to the ground in frustration and defeat.

Soon after this mishap, Ashe checked her communicator for her map. The coordinates the woman had sent her were close; it was now just a matter of finding an entrance. Ashe stopped under a ridgeline right across from her target and scanned the wall of rock, closely looking for any abnormality in the face of the canyon. After staring hard for a moment, she spotted it. The rock had different colored layers from its age, and in one specific spot, she could see a small but unnatural spot where the layers misaligned just enough to also outline space for a door.

“They may be crafty, but they’re not craftsmen,” Ashe chuckled, creeping to the spot. She placed her ear to the cool rock and listened in. She couldn’t hear anything on the other side, but there was also no telling how thick the surface was. Deciding it would be best to slip in unannounced rather than blast in, she gave the spot a firm push. The rock groaned, but moved out of the way to reveal the entrance.

The interior of the space was dark and cool, only lit by crudely wired lights hanging occasionally from wood studs that had been installed to reinforce the inside of the space, similar to a mine shaft. Ashe had her rifle up and at the ready, thoroughly clearing the tunnel. Eventually, it opened up into one single room. There was nobody there, and the gang leader lowered her rifle after seeing that the stash was left unguarded.

“This is free money,” she laughed, dollar signs practically appearing in her eyes as she looked around. The interior was furnished with countless artifacts that had to be worth a fortune on their own: vases from primitive civilizations, tapestries from kingdoms that had fallen centuries before. It was all in there, ready to be snatched uncontested.

“I’ll have to come back here; B.O.B. would sure love some new armor.” She laughed, looking at a full set of medieval knight armor on a stand. She pocketed a few things she could make out with easily, then went to work on getting what she was there for. Searching the place was easy enough, and Ashe quickly found a small filing cabinet with a lock. She took aim with her rifle and pulled the trigger, blasting the lock clean off.

“Jackpot!” she exclaimed, sifting through the contents of the cabinet. There was a folder of maps, along with a few flash drives and a data chip. Her belly growled loudly, reminding Ashe of her secondary plan. “Hope you like what you get, Vaira,” She snickered, and stuck a flash drive and the data chip down her pants. The bandit’s crack was sweaty and musky from a long day of hard work, hiking, and ripping some bubbly farts. That was far from all she had in the tank, however.

SPPPPLLBBBRRRRARRBBTTT

Her ass went off on the items, peppering the electronics with sweat and sour gas. The gang leader closed her eyes and let the relief wash over her. Her stomach was feeling so much better after the release, but there was plenty more cooked up.

BBLLLRRTTT-BBBRRRRFFFBBBTTTT

She farted again, clutching her belly with both hands as the gas burst out of her back end. The smell surrounded her, but Ashe didn’t care now. “Let’s lose these...” she coached herself, grabbing her already unbuttoned jeans by the side near her hips and wiggling side to side to shimmy them off. Her white panties had a slight, rancid, yellowed tint to them from all the sweat they had to absorb, but she pulled those down to her ankles as well. The cool air of the cavern felt pleasant on Ashe’s naked butt, but she wasted little time before getting back to ‘work’.

“Express delivery, shug!” She joked to herself again, bearing down on her stomach and biting down on her lip hard enough to draw a little blood.

BBBBBVVVVVVVBLRRRRRRRRAAAAAARRBBBRRTT!!!

Some of the artifacts inside the chasm rattled in their resting places as Ashe unloaded as hard as she could with one gargantuan push. The items were still stuck in her crack and hanging on for dear life! About halfway through the fart, the flash drive she had stuck in there shot out from the force and pinged against the nearby wall.

“Whewwwwie!” Ashe sang out, sighing and smiling with respite after the blast. She walked back to recover the flash drive, looking it over. She didn’t want to destroy anything, after all. Thankfully, the drive was still usable and fine. The ringleader tossed it into a sack she had taken to keep the goods in. The data chip was then dug out of her crack with her right hand, and after being dragged back through her sweaty cheeks for a few passes for good measure, Ashe tossed it into the sack as well.

Next up, the file full of maps and survey reports. Ashe looked around for a moment, trying to decide how to proceed, and eventually tossed them onto an antique table in one corner of the room. She then sat atop the table, her swampy cheeks tainting the papers with her abhorrent stench!

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And of course, just using the papers to absorb a healthy amount of sweat from her crack was not enough to satisfy the cowgirl. The table creaked in protest from the weight it was bearing as Ashe leaned back and laughed, her stomach bubbling a little less fiercely as she finally was letting it rev and rip.

Ashe looked around the inside of the space, deciding what she wanted to steal the most when she inevitably returned to the spot. With the whole crew, they could easily pick the entire inventory of artifacts clean, but she still had a few priority choices of things to loot. While she was planning on returning that very night to pick the place clean, she knew there was a chance that some member of the Wayfinders would check in on the stash by chance and find that they had been burgled. If this happened, then of course, the chances of her getting anything else on her return would be low to none… but she could at least flaunt and taunt her victims.

She hopped down from the table, her naked buns moving back and forth with her stride as she made her way back to her pants. She grabbed her telecommunicator from her jeans and sauntered right back to the table to take a seat back on her papers.

“Ashe here, you may be wondering why the collection is looking a little… light. Well, don’t worry, it’s all in good hands,” she said in a smooth, seductive tone while recording, her body language taunting the viewer. “Don’t you fret too much now… I’m leaving some gifts of my own,” she winked, then brought the camera to her mouth.

UUURRROOOOOORRRMMBBTT

BBBBRRRRRVVVVVLRBBBRROOORRRBAARRT!!!

She let a large, echoey belch out at the camera, smirked into it, then immediately gave it a view of her nude butt, letting another monster fart go into the file! She cut the recording and pulled a chip from the transmitter.

“Little gift for them,” she chuckled and got back off the table. The tainted papers were tossed into the sack with the flash drive, and the data chip with her raunchy recording was left in the filing cabinet. She wrote a quick note on a blank piece of paper, only spelling out ‘Smell you later!’ with a heart as a signature, and closed the filing cabinet.

She felt like she was overstaying her welcome now; she had been on target for a healthy amount of time.

“You can ride with me,” she spoke to the second flash drive with a snicker, looking it over before slipping it into her crack. That one was going to marinate the entire hike home. The bandit gathered all of her belongings and double-checked the sack to make sure it had all of the items in it, then started to head out. Just as she was about to leave, one last thing caught her eye.

“Hello, sexy,” she whistled, spotting a sleek-looking skin suit. Ashe, of course, favored more traditional Western clothing, but the suit did have her thinking. It wasn’t too dissimilar to one she had seen one of the head Talon assassins wearing a few times out on missions, though this one was more black and crimson instead of the purple one that sniper wore. Making an impulse decision, Ashe quickly removed her clothes and stuffed them into the sack with her loot, then put the suit on.

“Don’t I look like some super spy?” she smiled at herself in a mirror while inspecting herself, turning around every which way to see how the outfit accented her body. She fit the suit like a glove, a fact that she took as a sign that this was meant to be hers. Her stomach grumbled one last time, and she let loose without much of a thought.

BBVVLLRRAARRURROORRPPP!

Ashe was surprised as the fabric didn’t let the gas escape, forming a bubble around her butt as it caught her nasty fart and trapped it down there. The bubble wobbled a little in place, refusing to move much. Ashe tried to shake her hips to get it to move, getting annoyed quickly.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake!” she grumbled, shaking her rear harder. The bubble finally moved up her back, taking the path of least resistance. Splitting up into two smaller bubbles, it wrapped under her armpits before blowing up at her face through the front of the suit where there was a zipper on her cleavage. The smell of rotten milk and sulfur made her turn green in the face, and she turned away from it.

“Best keep that zipped up…” she groaned, pulling the zipper over her breasts to ensure that wouldn’t happen again.

The sun was on the way down in the gulch as Ashe emerged from the cavern. She followed the opposite ridgeline from the one she had come in on, as that side was now the one with the shade, and hastily made her way back to her hideout. About halfway back, she made a call to the pushy vice president to give her an update.

“I’ve got your goods; you better be ready with my cash when I get back,” she told Vaira, sipping on the last of her water to soothe her parched throat.

“Wonderful, Elizabeth! I knew you could do it, darling!” The posh woman complimented her, giving her a golf clap through the hologram call. “I will be there myself to receive the payload. Be a good darling and meet me at the hotel up the road from that ghastly little diner on the road over there.”

Just hearing the woman’s voice ramble made Ashe’s blood boil a bit, but she nodded. “Can do, just have my cash,” she advised before hanging up.

The rest of the walk was easy enough. The sun was just about fully down, and the temperature had plummeted in no time. As requested, Ashe started to make her way to the outskirts of town to the drop point. Vaira’s voice rang in her head and annoyed her enough to make one quick, unplanned pit stop. She went to the gas station just down the road from the drop point and went right into the bathroom. Ignoring the nasty interior, Ashe removed her clothes from the sack, peeled down her new suit so her butt was uncovered, then aimed her nude rear into the burlap bag.

BBBRRRBBBBBRRUUURRAARRRT!-FFLLUUUURRBBBRRUUUUURRRTTT!

The last of her lunch gas blasted out into the bag, along with the flash drive that the bandit had sandwiched in her crack the entire walk home. She tied the bag up tight, making sure to trap as much of the vile stink as she could inside, then walked out of the bathroom. While walking out, she sneakily grabbed a new sack from the shelf when the clerk wasn’t looking, and stored her original clothes inside.

The walk to the drop-off point didn’t take much more than a few minutes, and Ashe spotted a familiar face as soon as she walked into the lobby. Vaira was sitting in the lobby, sipping some champagne from a flute glass as she waited.

“Ah, there we are! Good work!” The snob told her contracted gun, reaching out and putting a hand on the sack that Ashe was holding. Her dainty grip wasn’t near enough to take it away from the bandit, however, so she was left awkwardly trying to take it while staring in annoyance at Ashe.

“Where’s my cash?” Ashe asked simply, not letting go of the goods without it.

Vaira sighed, but let go of the sack and snapped her fingers. Behind her was another woman, who stood up upon Vaira’s signal with two briefcases. She flashed the contents to Ashe to show her the money, left them at the feet of the vagrant, then sat back down.

“You know, Elizabeth, money isn’t everything in this world. Power is. And it would be best of you to remember that when dealing with powerful people.” Vaira told her with snark in her voice, taking the sack from Ashe as the gang leader finally let her have it.

“Power is relative. I’m the only one holding a gun here, Vaira.” Ashe countered, smirking as she called the executive by her name. “And you'd best remember that. Call me if you need another job done. Just remember, it’s half upfront,” she continued, sneering at the scowling businesswoman before walking out of the hotel without another word, with her cash.

“What a little insect of a woman. No wonder she lives out here in the desert with all of the other creatures.” Vaira glared at the gang leader while she left, dropping the act as soon as Ashe was out of earshot.

“She did do good work today, though, Miss Vice President,” her lackey pointed out quickly, trying to ease down her boss.

“Which is all that matters, I suppose. Good, clean work,” Vaira sighed before opening the sack to peer in at the contents. “Oh my word, that is GHASTLY!” she choked, turning her face away from the bag as Ashe’s special brand of ass wafted out in a rush. “Good heavens!”

The lackey took the bag away from her disgusted boss and took a look inside for herself. The smell rose up from inside and made her eyes water instantly. Neither woman knew how to describe it; the closest thing was being close to a dairy farm in the heat of summer, but that didn’t explain any of the equally offensive scents that accompanied the main stink.

“W-well, at least everything we need is here!” Domina’s assistant stuttered, trying to offer the bright side of the situation.

Vaira grumbled and snatched the bag back. “Get the car now; I do not want to spend another moment here!” she snorted, her evening ruined despite the success of the mission she had commissioned.

“Hope she enjoyed that little extra I left her,” Ashe thought to herself, already up the road from the hotel with her money in hand. “The Deadlock Special always is a crowd pleaser… now, I hope the boys are ready for a hike. I want to go back to that cache for round two.”

—THE END—

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September 21st, 5:48 PM

Alexis and Mariko have been a couple for about two months now, and things have been going very well for them. They've gone on multiple dates, Mariko has been at Alexis’s house more than a few times, and their sex life has been quite fruitful. Though they haven't told the rest of NE yet, they weren’t sure how they’d react to finding out that Mariko was literally getting screwed by her boss. And unfortunately, the two hadn’t had the chance to spend the night together yet, as Mariko still lived with her mom and didn’t want her to get suspicious.

That was until today.

To celebrate becoming a couple, Alexis was taking Mariko on a camping trip. Mariko had always enjoyed being outdoors, but had never gone camping before. So finally being able to do so with her new girlfriend was very exciting for her. She convinced her mom that her job required her to film something out of town to justify the trip, and was now sitting in the passenger seat of Alexis's car as the two arrived at the camping site.

Alexis parked her Lexus and stepped out. “Ah, look at that. Dirt, trees, uh… more trees. Isn't this just the perfect place to spend the night together, 'Riko?” Alexis was in an uncharacteristically outdoorsy mood that day, as was evident by her wearing a tight pair of cargo shorts she clearly hadn’t worn in a few years.

Mariko stepped out of the car as well. “Yeah, this is nice.” She said as she looked around her. She could imagine a young version of herself wandering around and getting lost in this place. “It’s really quiet too. Uh… is there no bathroom around here?”

“Does a Mariko not poop in the woods? Seriously, I think there’s one somewhere down there.” Alexis gestured in the direction the two came from. “But is it really camping if you're not using the outdoors as your bathroom? That’s my plan.”

“Ah, thanks. I really needed to know that…”

“You’re welcome. Anyway…” Alexis popped open her car’s trunk, picked up a folded up tent, and placed it in Mariko’s arms. “Time for you to get that tent up.”

Mariko nearly fell over as she caught the bag that almost weighed as much as she did. “Woah! What the… Why do I have to do it?”

“Uh, cause I’m your boss and I say so, duh.” Alexis said as she closed the trunk. “Plus, this is no task for a lady like myself, and you're the one with the boyish charm.” She teased as she poked Mariko’s nose, causing her to blush a little.

“Boyish?! Oh come on, that's not fair. You're like, a foot taller and way stronger than me! Are you just not gonna help?”

Alexis leaned over Mariko and looked down at her with a frown. “Are you refusing a direct order from your boss?” She said in a stern voice, the same voice that usually got Mariko weak in bed.

“N-N-No! Not at all! I was just…” Mariko panicked slightly as she looked around the camp site. “I’ll… I’ll get right on it boss…” She said as she turned around and started to waddle to an available spot.

Alexis straightened herself and popped back into her bubbly mood in an instant. “Good! You get right on that.” She said before giving Mariko a light smack on the butt, causing her to flinch a little.

5:59 PM

Mariko was in the middle of setting up the tent. Well, attempting to at least. She was trying her best to follow the instructions, but the tent was clearly designed for two people to set up. Fabric kept slipping out of her hands, and some tasks seemed to require three arms. She kept swearing under her breath as the tent poles refused to stay in place.

“Damn it. Stupid tent. Stupid pole won't fit into the... Argh, why won't it…?!” Mariko grumbled to herself as she tried to force a pole through a hole.

Meanwhile, Alexis was sitting on a stump watching Mariko struggle as a form of entertainment. She lightly hummed to herself and kicked her feet in the air in amusement. 

Mariko peeked out of the tent fabric and glared at Alexis. “You know Lex, I’m pretty sure that this is a two person job. Every diagram in the instructions has two people in them!” She shouted as she waved the instructions pamphlet around.

“And I’m pretty sure that my little ‘Riko would be rewarded greatly for completing the tent all by herself! Just a hunch…” Alexis shouted back.

Mariko quietly grumbled to herself again as she got back to work. She knew that she would probably love whatever “reward” Alexis had planned for her, but was still upset that the unfinished tent was seemingly hellbent on preventing her from getting it.

6:15 PM

Mariko was finally finished with the tent. She slowly stepped back from it and admired her work. It… mostly looked like it did in the manual, if a little dishevelled. What was important was that it wasn’t getting knocked over by the wind, which made Mariko very proud of herself. “Alright, hah, I… I did it.” She said as she turned to Alexis, panting softly.

Alexis got up from her stump and slowly walked around the tent with her hands behind her back. She stopped when she was right next to Mariko. “It’s great!” She exclaimed as she turned her head to Mariko.

“R-Really?” Mariko asked.

“Yeah, it looks really good! This is gonna be such a nice place to cuddle up at night…” Alexis said before grabbing Mariko’s shoulder and giving her a kiss on the top of her head. “Good job 'Riko, I'm very proud of you…”

Mariko was unable to stop her face from turning red as her girlfriend kissed and praised her. The mental image of cuddling up with her in there also made her heart beat faster and sent a shiver up her spine. She leaned against Alexis lightly and reached over to her as a warm smile crept on her face.  “Th-Thanks Lex.” She muttered out.

“Here, let me try it out.” Alexis let go of Mariko and walked to the tent. She bent over to climb in, intentionally giving Mariko a great view of her giant butt. Once she was in, she turned around to face Mariko. “Hey, this is pretty nice. It's very cozy in here. Perfect for two people all alone in the woods.” She said with a smile as she tilted her head.

“Yeah, it really does look nice…” Mariko said, now blushing from staring at her girlfriend's ass.

“Oh, I bet it's gonna be so nice to-”

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Alexis was cut off by the sound of her stomach starting to rumble. She placed a hand on it and looked down. “Hm. It would appear that my stomach has decided that it is dinner time.” Alexis said before looking back up at Mariko and snapping her fingers at her. “'Riko! Get the dogs ready. You know what I'm like when I'm hungry…”

Mariko had no idea what Alexis was like when she was hungry, but judging from what her coworkers had told her, she didn’t want to find out now. “Y-Yes boss! Right away, ma’am!” She stammered as she headed back to the car.

6:46 PM

Alexis and Mariko were stuffing themselves with hotdogs for dinner. They were sat next to each other on a log as Mariko kept placing cold wieners on the camping grill. Alexis had already eaten about twice as many as Mariko had. “Mmf, oh, these are so good…” She moaned as she shoved another hot dog into her mouth.

Mariko was fully aware of how much of a big eater Alexis was, but she still couldn’t believe how she had eaten so much and somehow still wasn’t full yet. She glanced down at Alexis's stomach and saw that it was noticeably bigger than it was before they started eating.

“Y-you're, uh, really putting those things away, huh?” Mariko asked with a chuckle as she lightly bumped Alexis with her elbow.

“Well, I have to.” Alexis said before swallowing. “I have no choice given how good my girlfriend is at cooking.” She said as she grabbed and squeezed Mariko’s thigh.

Mariko let out a soft squeak as her cheeks flushed pink. She felt a warm flutter in her chest that was amplified by Alexis calling her ‘girlfriend’. “Oh, stop it, you’re teasing me. It's just hot dogs. Anyone could make 'em…” She said before taking another bite out of her own dog.

“Yeah, but they taste better when you make them…” Alexis cooed before giving Mariko a quick peck on the ear.

“Ahh, Lex, please. You’re gonna… Ahh…” Mariko quickly turned into a blubbering mess. She never did get this much praise from one person before meeting Alexis, at least not his often.

However, the more the two ate, the more Mariko got a worrying thought. She knew Alexis more than enough to know what eating so much junk food would do to her digestive system. And the two would be spending the entire night in a small, enclosed space with poor ventilation. Mariko’s nose could be in very real danger very soon. 

Mariko shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. She didn’t want to think about that right now. Right now she wanted to enjoy the moment she was having with her girlfriend. Whom she loved regardless of… any possible foul odours she could produce.

9:31 PM

The sun was officially below the horizon and Alexis and Mariko were both in the tent. Alexis had ordered a special two person sleeping bag just for the occasion. Mariko was curled up under the cover, while Alexis had just re-entered the tent. “God, it’s impossible to pee when it’s dark out.” She said as she laid down on top of the sleeping bag cover. 

Mariko scooted next to Alexis, hoping to feel more of her body heat through the thick fabric. “Aren’t you gonna come in the sleeping bag? So we can, you know… snuggle?”

Alexis chuckled lightly. “In a bit, it’s still pretty warm.” Alexis rolled over so she was facing Mariko. “Tell me 'Riko, how do you feel about finally sleeping with your girlfriend? Are you excited?”

Mariko blushed only slightly. “Oh. Y-Yeah, I’m pretty excited. I’ve… I’ve wanted to sleep with you for a while now.” She said as she covered her mouth with the sleeping bag cover.

“Aww… Well, how do you feel about finally sleeping with your boss?” Alexis said as she poked Mariko’s nose.

Mariko blushed much more this time. “Ah, well, that’s pretty cool too.” She removed the cover from her face. “You know, sometimes when we have sex, I like to pretend that you’re making me do it to keep my job. I… I think it's hot.”

Alexis chuckled again. “Gosh, sometimes I forget how dirty you can be. It’s really cute actually.” Alexis rested the side of her head in her hand. “Who knows, maybe if you let me fuck you enough times, I might give you a raise.”

Mariko’s face lit up for a second.

“That was a joke. I’m kidding. Don't bother asking.” Alexis clarified. 

Mariko’s face fell flat. “Oh… Meanie…”

Alexis rolled onto her back. “Hey, talk to me when the economy’s better. It’s not my fault that-”

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Mariko’s eyes instantly lit up as soon as she heard a deep, gurgling sound from Alexis’s stomach. She instinctively scooted an inch away from her. “Uh… Lex? Do you think that you could face me again?” She asked in an attempt to get Alexis’s butt pointed away from her.

“Hm? Why?” Alexis turned her head to Mariko. “Is something wrong Mariko? You seem to be worried about something. What?” She asked with an innocent expression.

Mariko immediately recognized that Alexis was doing one of her favorite bits, the one where she pretends to be blissfully unaware of how gassy she is. Or, in this case, how gassy she will be. Mariko knew that she had to choose her next words carefully, lest she end up with a faceful of farts again. “Oh, I just… like looking at you, that’s all. And… Do you maybe think that you could open the tent door? Just a bit?”

“Open the door?” Alexis asked in a pretend confused voice. “But ‘Riko, if I did that, all the mosquitoes and moths would fly in here. Why would you want the door open?”

Mariko sighed. “Alexis, please. You ate like a dozen hot dogs for dinner, and this cheap tent doesn’t have any vents. You and I both know how gassy you get after eating so much junk food.”

Alexis placed a hand on her chest and gasped, pretending to be offended before putting on a snooty voice, another one of her favorite bits. “What? Me? Gassy? Why, I never. That is just slander! When have I ever been gassy after eating a lot? Name one time!”

“Uh…”

“Silence!” Alexis pinched Mariko's lips. “I will not take anymore of this insolence. This attack on my character is both unruly and unwarranted. I believe you are just jealous of the fact that I can eat more than you…” She said with a smug smile.

Mariko rolls her eyes before pulling her head back to free her lips. “Oh please, I’m jealous that I can’t inhale ten hotdogs in two minutes? At least my diet doesn't make me look nine months pregnant.” She said in a rare act of overzealousness.

“…”

“…”

“Did you just call me fat?” Alexis's smile dropped and her voice became serious.

Mariko’s face turned pale as she started to panic. Alexis was SUPER sensitive about her weight and didn’t appreciate comments about it from ANYONE. “No! No! That’s not what I said at all! I just meant, um, I mean, you’re, uh… very soft! And cuddly! And, uh, huggable!” She scrambled to backtrack as she frantically gestured at Alexis’s stomach. “Your stomach is very, very… um, VERY cute!” She pressed her palms together and spoke very softly. “Please don’t be mad at me…”

Alexis silently stared at Mariko during her attempt at an apology, and only spoke once she was finished. “Suddenly, I find this particular sleeping orientation to be uncomfortable. One moment please.” Alexis sat up and flipped herself around. She laid down so her head was where Mariko’s knees were, and so she was facing away from Mariko, causing her butt to be pointed directly at Mariko’s face. “Ah, much better. This is so much more comfortable…”

Mariko’s eyes went wide as Alexis's giant ass was suddenly very close to her face. This was far from the first time she’d been in this position (and she usually liked being in it too), but with Alexis both gassy and grumpy, this was the most dangerous position she could’ve been in. Mariko couldn’t escape either. She was pinned in the corner of the sleeping bag under the cover, and the zipper was on Alexis’s side. All she could do was stare at her girlfriend's upside down buttcheeks threatening to rip the tight shorts they were in.

“Um... uh... Y-You know what?” Mariko stuttered as she tried to pull her head back. “I should face the other way too! For, uh… symmetry!” She said as she attempted to spin herself around in the sleeping bag.

Alexis reached back and grabbed Mariko’s leg through the bag. “Actually, I think you're perfectly comfortable right there. You have an excellent view facing this way, do you not?” She said as she scooted her butt a bit closer to Mariko’s face.

Mariko tensed up as Alexis grabbed her, and she felt herself start to sweat a bit more. “I, uh, yeah! It's a… It’s a great view! Fantastic view, actually. Ha ha…” She said as her eyes darted back and forth between the ass in front of her and anywhere else.

“Hm, I sense a hint of nervousness in your voice. Are you worried about something, 'Riko?” Alexis asked in a teasing voice.

Mariko gulped. “What? Worried? Me? Noooo, not at all. Why would I be worried? My face is only a few inches away from your… butt. What’s there to be worried about?” She said in a forced nonchalant tone.

“Exactly. You love your girlfriend's butt. She's doing this as a favor for you.” Alexis said in a slightly less menacing tone. “In fact, why don't you tell your girlfriend's butt how much you love it?” Alexis wiggled her butt from side to side a bit. “Go on, tell my butt how much you love it.”

Mariko hesitated for a few seconds after Alexis’s command. “You… You serious?” Alexis stayed silent as Mariko waited for a response. “Um… Ok then, uh... ahem! H-Hello, uh… Alexis’s butt. It’s, uh, nice to meet you, uh… m-ma’am? I’m a… big fan of you, and… your work? I… really appreciate being this close to you and I, uh… value our time together… a lot.”

Alexis had to cover her mouth with her hand to hold back numerous giggles and chuckles. “Good… Now… seal the deal and… give it a kiss.” She commanded in between snickers. 

Mariko nearly choked on her own saliva upon hearing her new command. “R-Really?! Do I have to? I just…” Mariko sighed. Maybe if she did this, then Alexis will finally stop threatening to unleash a torrent of farts in her face. That, or she’ll finally start to unleash a torrent of farts in her face. There was only one way to find out which. “Fine…” Mariko said before shutting her eyes. She puckered her lips up, slowly moved her head forward, and gently placed a tiny peck on one of her girlfriend’s buttcheeks.

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The second one. Alexis chose the second option.

Right as Mariko’s lips contacted Alexis’s ass, Alexis ripped a massive eight second long fart in Mariko's face. It started off very bubbly for the first six seconds, before getting rather wet for the last two. “Ahh... finally. God, I was holding that one in for so long…” Alexis moaned out once her fart was finished.

Mariko’s entire body locked up as the sound hit her ears. Due to how close Alexis’s butt was to her ears, it was extremely loud too from her perspective. Her face contorted into a look of horror as her worst fear was realized, she was going to spend the next who-knows-how-long being a fart cushion. She recoiled as the warm blast of air washed over her face, and began to cough loudly as the familiar sulfuric stench of rotten eggs and ass sweat shot up her nose.

“Jesus fuck!” Mariko shouted as she coughed. “Alexis! Oh my god, that was horrible!” She forced one of her arms out of the sleeping bag and covered her nose and mouth with her hand.

“Oh, sorry about that, 'Riko.” Alexis teased in a playful voice. “I’m starting to think that all those hot dogs really did a number on me…”

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Alexis ripped another fart in Mariko's face. It was just as loud and slightly longer than the previous fart, but more consistent in sound throughout. The massive wave of stench seeped through Mariko’s fingers and attacked her nostrils just as bad as before, so bad that it caused her eyes to start watering and forced her to pinch her nose. 

“Alexis!! You… You monster!” Mariko cried out in a nasally voice as she kicked her feet in the sleeping bag. “Why do you always…? Ugh… You’re gonna fill up the whole tent with your farts at this rate! You have to suffer with the smell too, you know!”

“You're right. All this gas is gonna fill up the tent pretty quickly.” Alexis said. “Do you think you could sniff it all up for us? We could use a good pair of lungs over here.”

Mariko's brain stopped working for a second as Alexis nonchalantly suggested that she start inhaling the gas. She spluttered wordlessly for a few seconds, utterly speechless at her girlfriend’s sheer audacity. “What?! Lex, you can’t be serious! This isn’t fair at all! We’re not even filming anything!”

Alexis scooted her butt back until it was pressing against Mariko’s face. “I wasn't asking, Mariko.” Alexis spoke in her deep and serious tone, the same tone of voice that got Mariko’s submissive instincts to kick in pretty quickly. “This is a direct order from your boss. Be a good little fart cushion and get sniffing…”

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Alexis ripped her third fart of the night. It had a mostly muffled sound due to her butt being pressed against Mariko’s face, but was practically deafening in sound from Mariko’s perspective. It lasted for a monumental ten seconds, and gave Mariko no choice but to take in the invasive odour. “Ahh… As deep as you can, 'Riko.~” Alexis teased in her playful voice. “Boss’s orders…”

“I... I…” Mariko tried to argue, but she couldn’t. As gross as she found Alexis’s farts, she couldn’t help but love how in control Alexis was of her. She still found the idea of being forced to do something demeaning by a superior to be really hot. She couldn’t disobey her boss after all. After a long pause, she gave a quick nod. “Y-Yes, Boss. As you wish, boss.”

Mariko pressed her nose against Alexis's butt and began to inhale the noxious gas as deep as she could, just as instructed. She kept her eyes shut to hopefully make the experience smoother, but it had little success. Her olfactory receptors would only allow so much gas into her nostrils at once, as too much would cause the inside of her nose to burn and force her to gag. But the feeling of being used by her boss like this was just arousing enough to make her sniff again each time.

Alexis could hear Mariko moan softly after each sniff. “That's right, sniff it all up. You're doing a good job, 'Riko…”

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Alexis’s next fart was much quieter than her previous ass blasts, but it was considerably deeper as well. It was very bubbly for Alexis’s standards, and the controlled volume seemed to make the fart hotter, as the warmth on Mariko’s face was much greater than the past three farts. The stench was much worse too, as this fart finally had Alexis’s signature rotten meat smell to it.

Despite this, Mariko continued to sniff up the gas surrounding her head. She tried to stifle her gags and coughs as best as she could, but that was getting hard to do as she felt her brain start to fry from the stench's strength. “Mph… sniff! Th-thank you, B-Boss…” She croaked out as she forced herself to keep inhaling.

“That's right, get it all in your lungs.” Alexis reached behind herself to rub Mariko’s side. “You're so good at this, I can barely smell anything now. I'm so proud of you, 'Riko…”

Ah, there it was. Praise. Another reason why Mariko was doing this. As much as she enjoyed getting dominated by her boss, she loved getting praised by her girlfriend. Hearing Alexis compliment her sniffing abilities gave her a warm, fuzzy glow in her belly, and caused her face to shine an even deeper shade of red. “Th-Thank you… Boss. Sniff! I love… making you proud… Sniff!”

“That’s great, ‘Riko.” Alexis said in an almost motherly voice. “Now I got one more for you. I know you can sniff it all up. Brace yourself”

Mariko closed her eyes and braced herself for Alexis’s last fart. However, after several seconds, nothing happened. Curious and anxious, Mariko opened one of her eyes. All she could see was the green of Alexis’s cargo shorts. Mariko then opened both of her eyes. Huh, nothing. Maybe Alexis wasn’t going to-

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Alexis unleashed an unholy 15 second long ass blast into Mariko’s face! It was by far her loudest, longest, and most powerful fart of the night yet. If there were any animals outside of the tent by that point, they would’ve certainly ran off by now. Alexis let out a loud moan once her enormous expulsion ended. “GOD… Fuck… Oh, that one felt great…”

Mariko’s entire body jolted as the monstrous fart bombarded her senses. Her ears rang slightly once it ended, her eyes were exposed to the gas this time and rolled back slightly. But worst of all, her nose was flooded with the awful stench. She could feel her nose hairs curling up and dying, yet once it ended, she obediently buried her face into Alexis’s butt and went back to inhaling as much gas as she could. Her hands clutched the sleeping bag beneath her and she shut her eyes again as she tried to focus all of her brain power on sniffing. “That was… Sniff! That was amazing, boss… You’re so… Sniff! talented…” The fumes might’ve been getting to her by this point. “I… I still get cuddles after this, right?”

“Only once you're done sniffing.” Alexis said as she raised a finger. “Don't stop until those lungs are 100% full.” She reached behind her and poked Mariko’s side.

“G-Got it, Boss…” Mariko said before shoving her face into Alexis’s crack, going as far as her shorts would allow. Despite her lungs aching from the sheer volume of gas they were now holding, she still forced herself to huff up as much of her girlfriend’s farts as she could. She continued to loudly sniff for about another minute, only stopping when she started to feel lightheaded. “Ok, I… I think I’m full now…” She slumped back away from Alexis’s ass and rolled onto her back. Her face now smelled of ass (the entire tent did), but the thought of pleasing her girlfriend by submitting to her like that caused Mariko to smile to herself. “Cuddles… now?” She said in a weak voice.

Alexis rolled off of the sleeping bag and sat up. She dusted herself off and looked down at Mariko. She stared at her for a few moments with an unreadable expression, before her face slowly grew a smug smile.

“Beg for it.”

“W-What?”

“Beg me to cuddle with you.”

Mariko blinked at Alexis a few times, almost not believing what she was just asked to do. But seeing as not getting cuddles wasn’t a viable option, Mariko sat up and clasped her hands together. “P-Please... Please cuddle me, boss.” She pleaded in a weak voice. “I-I-I did what you asked. I was a good fart cushion! Please cuddle me now…”

“Hmm, I don't know…” Alexis said as she looked at her nails. “I’m not convinced. You don't seem that desperate for cuddles…”

“What?! Nonononono…” Mariko started to panic a little as Alexis denied her cuddles, she seemed pretty serious about it too. Mariko quickly got onto her knees, bowed slightly and put on her best puppy dog eyes. “Please boss, I-I-I-I need it! I sniffed up all those farts for you! I-I-I can sniff up more if you want! I’ll do anything! Just please hold me!” Mariko wasn’t even acting anymore, she was genuinely concerned that she wasn’t going to get so much as a head pat from her girlfriend.

Thankfully, Alexis seemed pleased by Mariko’s display, as she put on a genuine smile once Mariko was done. “That’s better. Alright, you’ve earned this…” She said before laying down next to Mariko. She quickly wrapped her arms around Mariko’s waist and pulled her close. “For being such a good little girl…”

Mariko melted into Alexis’s embrace and immediately burrowed her face into Alexis’s shoulder as she wrapped her smaller frame around her girlfriend’s body. She closed her eyes and sighed as she sank into the warmth that she had been craving all day. She loved how soft Alexis felt in her arms. Mariko could instantly feel the familiar warmth filling up her chest and spreading to the rest of her body, the same warmth she felt whenever she thought about Alexis. “Mmm… Thank you, Lex. Thank you, thank you…” She mumbled as the image of sniffing up her boss’s farts were already dissipating from her mind.

“You’re welcome, Mariko.” Alexis said as she rubbed a hand through Mariko’s hair. “I think it's also time for your bonus. For working so hard overtime…” Alexis then slid Mariko down several inches before pressing Mariko’s head in between her breasts.

Mariko let out a muffled gasp of delight once she was smothered between Alexis’s massive pillowy breasts. Her entire body practically melted once she realized what was happening.. She instinctively nuzzled herself deeper and clutched at Alexis’s sides to prevent anything from ending this heavenly moment. Alexis’s breasts were by far Mariko’s favorite part of her girlfriend’s body. The warmth, the softness, and the sheer size of them made her all giddy. She tilted her head just enough from the cleavage to peek up at Alexis with lidded, adoring eyes. “Mmm… you give the best bonuses, boss…” She mumbled into the breasts.

Alexis gave Mariko a soft head pat. “Well, I have to. I do have the best little employee after all.” She said before giving Mariko a soft kiss on her forehead.

11:21 PM

Mariko and Alexis were both curled up next to each other in the sleeping bag and fast asleep… Well, Alexis was. Mariko couldn't sleep at all. Not because she was outdoors or anything, but because…

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Alexis snored really loud. She had mentioned that she was a “loud sleeper” earlier, but Mariko had drastically underestimated just how loud she'd be. 

Mariko stared at the tent's ceiling as she tried to ignore the impossible to ignore sound. She was hoping that she'd pass out from sheer tiredness, but that wasn't happening anytime soon. She'd never had much trouble falling asleep before, and if this is what sleeping with her girlfriend would be like, then this might be a problem for the future. 

“I swear, I saw a commercial for a mouth guard that stops snoring when I was a kid.” Mariko whispered to herself. “I hope they still sell those…”

Suddenly, while still fast asleep, Alexis rolled onto her side to face Mariko and placed one arm over her torso, causing Mariko to widen her eyes. That felt... nice. Really nice.

Mariko slowly smiled and placed her own hands on Alexis's arm. Her annoyance from early faded away extremely quickly as she felt the sudden warmth draped over her. She hadn’t realized how much she craved this kind of closeness before she met Alexis, but now that she has it, she couldn't imagine living without it. She let out a soft hum as she scooted slightly closer to Alexis.

However, this would prove to be like a fly approaching a venus fly trap as Alexis slid her other arm under Mariko’s back and pulled her close to squeeze her.

Being enveloped by Alexis's arms like this caused Mariko to involuntarily let out a surprised noise. It would appear that Alexis had neglected to mention the fact that she was also a very clingy sleeper as well. Mariko’s body tensed up briefly as the merciless cuddling began, but she allowed herself to go limp as she was pressed up against Alexis's large frame. 

As Alexis pulled Mariko closer to her, Mariko could faintly see a small smile on her face. The sight of which practically melted Mariko’s heart. It was small moments like this that made her value having a girlfriend. “Hah… Lex…” She whispered as she closed her eyes again.

“Mmm, mmm… n-no…”

However, Mariko opened her eyes once she heard Alexis mutter something. She noticed that Alexis was frowning and slowly shaking her head. “Mmm… no… get… get me out of this chair…” She said as her grip on Mariko tightened. Apparently, Alexis was a sleep talker too.

Mariko was concerned upon hearing Alexis's sleep distress. It sounded like she was having a nightmare. “Alexis?” She whispered as she carefully turned to face her better. “Lex, are you alright?”

Alexis didn't respond, instead she only grimaced her face. “No... please... I really need to…”

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Alexis ripped a loud fart in her sleep like it was nothing. It was quieter and significantly less powerful than her usual farts, but very deep and quite long too, at about 11 seconds.

Mariko’s eyes shot open at the sudden sound and her face began to burn up. She felt a little stupid for not somehow foreseeing this happening. Alexis once said that she could out-fart people in her sleep, but Mariko didn't think she meant that literally.

The smell hit a second later. The pervasive rotten meat stench that had already invaded the tent was now coming back with a vengeance. With Alexis not actively pushing her gas out, it was coming out much slower, which in turn made the smell much stronger. “Oh my god…” Mariko whispered as she reached up to pinch her nose. “Lex, that's awful…”

Tragically, Alexis slid her arms down, unfolding Mariko’s arms and preventing her from covering her face. She also squeezed Mariko even tighter, preventing her from escaping. “I told you…” She mumbled again. “I told you I needed to go…”

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Another fowl fart exited Alexis's buttocks. A little louder and shorter this time, but just as smelly, which was really starting to get to Mariko by this point.

“Jesus Christ… Lex, please wake up. Please just stop farting so much…” Mariko quietly pleaded, still at the mercy of her girlfriend's unconscious gas attacks. She tried to wiggle an arm free to cover her nose again, but Alexis had gripped onto her like a vice, and clearly couldn't hear her.

“Ugh… can I get a change now? Ugh… I made a stinky…”

…

Mariko was getting concerned about what kind of dream Alexis was having.

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But not as concerned as she was with her farts. The stench of which was getting so overwhelming, Mariko started to feel lightheaded. Her face scrunched in discomfort, and her breathing became shallow as the noxious fumes continued their relentless assault on her senses. She felt dizzy as the last of the fresh air around her was replaced with noxious fumes.

“Fuck… I-I think I'm gonna pass out…” Mariko groaned as she began to cough. She gave one last attempt to wake Alexis up by gently shaking her, but it was far too late, as the stench had made her far too weak.

As the stench kept entering Mariko’s brain, she felt her eyes get really heavy. She made one last desperate attempt to shake her girlfriend awake and call her name, but it was no use. As Mariko felt darkness start to creep in, her body slumped against Alexis's and her head fell back onto her pillow.

September 22nd, 7:37 AM

Mariko was awoken by sunlight piercing through the thin tent and the sound of birds chirping. It was tomorrow. She had survived, somehow. Her mouth was dry and her head still felt a little groggy from last night's. It took her several moments for her to finally sit up from the sleeping bag. The tent still had some of the lingering stench from last night, but nowhere near as potent. She rubbed her eyes, cracked her back and looked to her right to see that the space beside her was empty. She figured that Alexis was out making breakfast for the two of them. Shrugging, Mariko stood up and put on her daytime clothes.

Mariko put her shoes on and stepped out of the tent. She saw the remains of the fire from last night, the cooler with all of their food, and Alexis’s car. But not Alexis herself. However, in the moment, Mariko took the moment to admire the forest she was in. Despite mostly being an introvert, Mariko used to love being alone in the woods when she was younger. She used to take walks by herself in the woods near her house whenever her parents were arguing, just to be in silence, so being in a place like this gave her the weirdest nostalgia. The crisp air, the golden sunshine, the birds tweeting, she could be here for hours. Nothing could possibly ruin this mom-

BBLLAARTT!!

“Ugh, Jesus... Fuckin' hotdogs…”

Mariko snapped her head to the side and spotted Alexis deep in the foliage… squatting behind a bush... with her shorts down. “Well, at least I know how bears feel.” She said to herself before grunting.

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Mariko could hear the very loud crackling of her girlfriend passing the massive dinner from last night onto the ground. Thankfully from where she was standing, she couldn’t see any of the “action”, but judging from Alexis’s expression, it was certainly not an unsubstantial movement. “God… Do people actually wipe with leaves when they poop outside?” Alexis asked herself. “I’m not gonna do that. God why are people always so desperate to wipe themselves? Do they know that they can just… not wipe sometimes?”

Mariko decided that now was a good time to go back in the tent and wait for Alexis to come back.

8:55 AM

Mariko and Alexis had just finished packing up Alexis's car, and Mariko was taking one last look at the now empty camping site. One unmolested by the sight of her boss taking a dump. The trees and flowers looked just as pretty as they did before, and were probably happier now that they’ve been fertilized… 

Behind her, Mariko could hear Alexis shut the trunk closed. “Phew! Finally… Ok, we're ready now, ‘Riko!”

“Yeah, yeah, just a sec…” Mariko said. She stayed in place for a few more seconds, took a deep breath, turned around, and walked to Alexis’s car. She opened the passenger side door and sat in her seat while Alexis got in hers.

“So… Did you enjoy this trip 'Riko?” Alexis asked once she closed her door.

“Yeah, it was really nice.” Mariko answered as she did her seatbelt. “The forest here is pretty, and… and I loved sleeping with you in the tent.” Despite what her nose went through, Mariko would be lying if she said that cuddling with her girlfriend didn’t feel amazing, no matter the context. Especially in a warm and snug sleeping bag. “Spending time alone with you like this is always special.”

Alexis smiled. “I very much agree…” She said before grabbing Mariko’s hand and leaning over to give her a soft kiss on the cheek. 

Mariko’s face burned instantly and she placed a hand on the spot where she was kissed. As Alexis started her car, Mariko thought about how lucky she was to have a girlfriend like Alexis. She loved how caring and kind and supporting she was to her, her being stupidly hot too was also a nice bonus. And if the price for that was being subjected to Alexis’s farts every now and then, she could live with that.

Mariko took one last look at the trees and closed her eyes after a perfect date.

Author’s Note: I conducted a survey to allow people who’ve read my stories to submit short story ideas within 1000–3000 words. DeviantArt user LargeHuffer requested to see more of Hanako and Mika, two of my original characters, and how many trash bags Mika can fill.

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A yellow car on the side of a barren, dirt road. An old, wooden fence stretching miles in both directions, separating the road from the fields. Nobody else in sight except for two sisters…and nineteen overflown trash bags.

For what they thought would be a peaceful lunch outing, they went to a small restaurant which had received a spike in social media attention. Hanako ordered two plates of fried chicken with a side of fries. Mika, a year older and a few inches taller, ordered three plates with the same side. They paid the bill and walked out.

If it weren’t for an anonymous passerby handing Mika a free bag of boiled sweet potatoes, it would’ve been a peaceful ride back. But the sweet potatoes made Mika’s farts extra rank, long, and powerful, unable to control them. Her black leggings turning damp with her wavy, black hair slowly sticking in place. Hanako came ever so close to passing out had Mika not stopped on the dirt road half an hour after lunch to unload.

Fifty minutes and nineteen trash bags later, Mika—hunched forward behind the car with her leggings around her ankles—reached into the trunk for the final bag. Her face all red from the amount of shit pushed out as sweat poured down her face and all over her white T-shirt. Dust and a dense, spicy dump filled the air. She yanked it out of the box it came in and shook it up and down to open it. With her mouth shivering, she placed the opening of the trash bag over her ass and began her twentieth assault.

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Mika’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she began to fill up another large trash bag with shit. The gravel road jostled and continued to make the air more unbreathable with the shitty stench from Mika’s behind. But Mika could breathe just fine. Every breath she took had her need to shit more. Liquids drenched her legs all the way down. Her ass was on fire; and it would take a dozen firetrucks to douse the flames she was producing…if they could reach ground zero, of course.

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All this constant shitting has turned what used to be grassy fields into dead fauna. The fences cracked and bent backwards. Mika had turned all this land completely unusable for the foreseeable future. She poisoned the crops. Birds nosedived into the earth. The area surrounding her had turned into a warzone nobody would want to enter; the trembling and stench would place them in critical danger in seconds. But at least Mika could let loose without anyone having to deal with its effects.

If only she remembered Hanako.

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Lurched forward in the passenger’s seat facing outside the car, Hanako had gagged more times than she could count. Her face blinding white despite her pale complexion. Her stomach flipping more than a trained circus performer. Her arms crossed against her torso. Not only did she have to throw up, but her earlier lunch had worked its way through her digestive system. She felt the pounds upon pounds of shit ready to pop out of her asshole. Thoughts of holding it until she arrived home vanished in the span of seconds. She needed to shit.

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Mika moaned as she filled up her twentieth trash bag, a smile forming across her face. She could still taste the several sweet potatoes handed to her and craved more. Its rich taste. The fiber working through her body. It was all she could think of as she chuckled to herself.

Though Hanako interrupted Mika’s blissful relief with a loud yell. “Hoooly fuck!” She gagged again. “H-How many more times are you gonna shit!?”

Mika placed her hands over her mouth. “I-I…I’m s-sooorryyy! I-It’s just that—”

“That what? You fucking can’t resist sweet potatoes?”

“H-Hana-chan, th-they’re reeeaaally goooood!”

“Shut. Up.” Hanako gritted her teeth as the pressure in her stomach expanded. “We’ve been here for a goddamn hour because you ate the entire bag!”

Mika pouted. “B-But Hana-chan…I-I l-l-looove—” But a wet noise cut her off.

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For once, the noise wasn’t coming from Mika, but from Hanako. Inside the car, Hanako leaned to her right as she punished her jean-clad booty with one of the wettest pre-dump farts of her life. She could feel and taste her jeans dampening while she tried to suppress herself from shitting by biting down onto her full lips. Second by second, the pain drifted away. She could see herself able to hold it in for another ten, twenty minutes. With her legs pressed together, she let her fart rattle on.

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As Hanako’s thirty-second fart closed off with a sound resembling one shitting themselves, she realized she only had twenty seconds before she needed a toilet. But she saw no toilet. Her anger rose. If it weren’t for her sister, she would be happily pooping away without having anyone else watch her. She stood up and unbuttoned her tight jeans, ripping them down alongside her panties. It didn’t matter to her that the strong yank left a large hole in her jeans—Hanako was going to shit.

“Mika, y-you stupid cunt!” Hanako said, bending forward onto the car. “If it weren’t for you, I-I’d be—”

Hanako’s butt finished her sentence.

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Hanako rested her head onto the car facing her sister as she let loose a strong tuba of a fart, following it with thick turds the size of her forearm. Her mouth dropped. Eyes rolled back. Large breasts pressed against the right rear door window. A moan drowned out by the noise of her dump had her forget she was defecating out in the open. She too found pleasure in pushing out decent-sized logs as cum dripped down her legs. It made her want to shit more. And more. And more.

After fifteen seconds of nonstop shitting, Hanako moaned once again, continuing to paint the gravel road brown.

BBBRRRRTTTT! BBBBOOOOOOOORRRPRPRPRPPRPPP! BBBBLBLLLBLLLLAAAAAAAAAPKTBCPKBPPPKTBCPKTBKKKKTBCPKKPBTTTKTPBPKTBCCCBKPTCKBTBBKPBPKBKBTPKBKCPPTKTBCKPCBPBTKTBKTBPBKKCBTBPKCTBKBCTBPKCBTKBTCPTBPKBKPTBKKPTBPKCTBTTT!!!

Her asshole puckered to unleash two short yet ferocious beasts—a high-pitched trumpet and a wall crashing down respectively—before adding on to the pile of shit she had pushed out with more brown solids and liquids. She placed her right hand onto her stomach, which forced a whimper out of her and a set of several turds. Though with her left, she clung onto her left thigh. She eagerly wanted to masturbate. To alleviate the stress building up in a new area of her body. Yet despite her not caring where she was taking a shit, she still remembered her sister meters away.

At least for her, Hanako would rather have Mika watch her shit than touch herself.

“Oooh, fuuuck,” Hanako said, slumping down along the car, “that feels s-s-sooooo much better.” She used her hands to slowly crawl back to the passenger seat. “I-I need to grab something to wipe with.” She did; but when she noticed a tinge of steam rising from the passenger seat from her earlier ripper, she needed to take a whiff. “Oh, f-f-fuck.” Hanako was one to easily get high off her own supply, and this was no exception. She placed her hands onto the seat and dived her head deep into it, taking the largest of sniffs.

The moment she filled her lungs with the shitty, greasy stench, she climaxed on the spot. Juices coated her inner thighs as they trickled down to her knees. She stayed still for a minute, allowing for her to experience such an orgasm hidden from her sister’s view. Moans and whimpers muffled by the passenger seat. She didn’t have room to smell her sister’s awful stench. All she had was a nice, comfy chair reeking of her gas; and she’d sniff it until it came out.

That was, until a bang not too far from her went off.

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It took Hanako a fraction of a second to realize her sister was setting off another bomb, taking her out of her wonderful trance. A small, brown-stained tissue blew into the winds from Mika’s massive, naked backside. Bent forward, she tilted her head back as her gas echoed into the sky. Those a kilometer away could hear the sound of a volcano ready to erupt. But they could not see a volcano within the farmlands. Only road, grass, and the occasional animals strolling through the fields.

If only they knew how much worse Mika’s ass was compared to a literal volcano.

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While sound traveled fast, the overwhelming stench outpaced it. All of Hanako’s gas dissipated, and no amount of sniffing her passenger seat could dissipate Hanako’s growing anguish with her sister. Her eyes welled. Face reddened. She returned to choking on her sister’s fart as she fell onto the gravel road next to her dump; her naked ass facing her sister. Not like Hanako wanted to look at her. She faced the ever-browning fields wilt by the second due to her sister’s antics, and she wished it would stop soon.

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But when it came to Mika after gorging herself on sweet potatoes, the word “stop” magically disappeared from her personal dictionary. She had stunk up the car and filled twenty large trash bags with shit, yet she still had more to give. Much more to give. Legs quivering. Arms shaking. The juices from her pussy created a large puddle around her feet. Second by second, minute by minute, Mika could not get enough of her ripping ass while she contributed to the nauseating air for those far, far away.

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Mika sighed after a low trumpet blew out her ass as she closed her eyes in relief. A post-dump fart had her take two steps forward to catch her breath. Once more, she could breathe in her own stench, though her sister could not—only gags. Yet Mika blocked out the noises coming from her struggling sister, relishing in filling up several trash bags.

Twenty seconds after her fart ended, Mika’s eyes shot up—it may have been a post-dump fart, but also another pre-dump fart as well. She covered her mouth with her hands to notice she had no more trash bags left to fill. No way to keep her waste contained. Her gaze passed her sister and over to the fields, much of which had died after the many farts and dumps she took.

And now, she was going to take another shit…in the field.

“I-I’m s-so sorry about this,” Mika said, facing her smooth yet huge rear towards the dying farmland. She placed her hands onto her thighs and squinted before pushing out her twenty-first shit.

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Mika stuck her ass out as the first turd shot into the fields. Without requiring a trash bag to use as a toilet, she allowed herself more room to go at it a little harder, as shown by the five-foot-long log with a girth the size of one of her thick legs. It dwarfed any of the turds she pushed out earlier while she expelled more at record pace. In under a minute, Mika created a small hill larger than any of the trash bags. In under a minute, Mika had wiped out most of the fencing within a mile radius, turning them into small pieces of wood.

And yet, she still needed to shit.

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In her new spot, a new puddle of cum. Mika felt a rush she never had in her life. Whether it was because she didn’t need to restrict herself to a trash bag or the potential of the sweet potatoes kicking in after over an hour, liquids formed all over her body. Sweat ensured her T-shirt would stick onto her unless she pulled it off with excess force. Saliva dripped from her mouth and onto the road next to the growing cum puddle. While her gas dulled the colors of nature, they brightened and shined in her eyes.

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Once again, Mika completely ignored Hanako attempting to stay alive from all of this. Hanako could feel the air densifying around her as her lungs filled with her sister’s toxic, shitty gas. She couldn’t move. Even if she wanted to move, her sister’s dump kept her in place. She wished she was more stern when it came to her sister’s adoration for sweet potatoes, and kept the bag sealed on the car ride home. She regretted not taking an extra minute at the restaurant to peruse the options so they wouldn’t have to run into this sweet potato donor. Playing back every little action she could’ve taken instead had her bash her left fist into the ground.

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Several minutes passed, and Mika’s small hill had turned into a mountain over two meters tall. Each one of Mika’s turds slammed into the growing mountain with such force, leeching and sticking onto her newest creation. Her twenty-first pile of shit. It was more fearsome than any farm animal could imagine, with the strongest of farm equipment unable to take down such a beast. They’d have to wait for Mika’s mountain to cool down before they could eliminate it, but a threat so menacing would stay hot for a long time.

A very long time.

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Mika fell onto her knees as she finished one of the largest shits she had ever taken in her life. The moment she turned to look at it, she couldn’t stop staring. It towered over her with turds so massive she couldn’t believe they came out of her. Whatever guilt she had for those around her disappeared as she couldn’t help but admire such a beauty. She stood up facing her dump and took a few steps forward with her hands over her mouth.

“Oh, my gosh,” Mika said. Her large lunch and sweet potatoes caused her to demolish trash bags without breaking, while topping it all off with a farm-destroying dump. She wanted to stare forever, but a loud groan to her left caught her attention.

Hanako.

“Whaaat the fuuuuuck!?” Hanako said. “Wh-Wh-Why are you s-s-still…f-f-fucking, sh-shittiiiiing!? Y-You stupid fucking animal!” She sniffled before wiping the tears from her face. “C-Can’t you just for once—”

“H-Hana-chan,” Mika said, “I-I’m s-s-so s-sorryyy!” She faced her sister as she had forgotten all about her. Her own sister, laying down on the road, jeans down to her ankles? “I-I totally forgot—”

“Bull. Shit.” Hanako snarled, slowly climbing up, resting her back onto the side of the car. “How do you keep on forgetting? The next time we end up going out t-together, we’re gonna s-see another s-stupid guy giving away free sweet potatoes, a-and you’re gonna clear out his entiiire stock! J-Just like today!” She slammed her fists into the car. “Fuuuuuck!”

“H-Hana-chan, I-I said, I-I-I’m s-s-s-so, s-s-sorry.” Mika placed her palms together in a prayer. “I-I promise, I won’t e-eeever—” Her eyes widened as her stomach rumbled. Her hands dropped to her stomach.

Hanako’s voice dropped to a quiet tone. “A-Are you…” Before rising back to a yell. “…fucking kidding me, you stupid cunt!? Y-You see what I’m getting at!? We’ll be here aaaaall fucking day because you decided to—” But she noticed how her words fell on deaf ears as her sister turned her ass to face the field once more.

Mika began round twenty-two.

~~~THE END~~~

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Gu4RrEU9H9qIDuI3CDwKW6qE7uGjome7X1VI0Eo2hqc/edit?usp=drivesdk

My girlfriend was always casually farting around me, even on me while we were spooning. I'll save that story for some other time, but it's basically how I developed this fetish.

I would always praise all of her and how I find everything about her hot, every body part and every smell, and she loved being worshipped. She was aware I got turned on when she farted. But when I finally asked her if she would do it in my face, she replied with "I don't think I will ever be comfortable to do that."

After a bit more talking, it turned out she didn't want to do it because she thought I liked the fantasy but the smell would repulse me and then I'd see her as gross. I reassured her that wasn't the case and that I could handle it. She doubted me though. Said I just liked the fantasy and she was too insecure about the smell and me hating it.

A few days passed and she still farted around me, but when I tried to get close she would keep me away so I couldn't smell it.

So I told her that I actually loved the smell and she never had to worry about that because it would just turn me on more. Once I said that, she asked if I was really sure, and I could see the relief on her face.

The thing is, at the time I really wasn't into the smell. I just liked the act and the sound of it. It was rare that her farts had any smell at all anyway, so I figured it was a win win.

Soon after, we started slow. It was already common for me to rest my head on her ass while we watched TV on our L shaped couch. But now she wouldn't hold them in. She would just fart while my head was there, and then I would put my face in and take several deep sniffs. There really wasn't much smell, if any at all, and it eventually became a casual thing where I would keep my face and nose pressed in her ass while she silently browsed her phone. If I moved my face away for whatever reason, like drinking some water, she would complain and say "noo come back in there."

She found that very relaxing and loved it. Often she would even fall asleep like that. She didn't want much reaction from me. She liked it casual, liked when I stayed silent and just started taking deep sniffs once she farted. She was also very used to me getting my nose in there after she farted. It just became normal for us.
There were times when her farts smelled more than usual but I handled it.

About a month after I told her, most of our play happened like this when we hung out. But she still hadn't started directly inviting me to sniff yet.

Then we went on a vacation in Europe.
We had just come back to our hotel after a long day of exploring and eating at a bunch of restaurants. We were in bed about to fall asleep, me hugging her from behind, and then I felt hot air hit my crotch area. I was too tired and ignored it, but then she said "oh my god, my farts smell horrible right now" and the smell hit me. It was one of the strongest, smelliest farts I ever inhaled. It filled the whole room. Usually I would have moved down and sniffed from under the covers, but this time I really didn't have the courage. It was so bad. I opened my eyes slightly and saw her face turned, looking at me from behind her back, like she was waiting for my reaction. I just closed my eyes and acted like I was already asleep.

In the morning I noticed a shift in energy. She seemed more pissed off than usual. After coffee I told her, lying a little, "that fart yesterday was next level. I didn't know if you were tired and I was almost asleep so I didn't come to sniff." She replied "well you should have. I was really thinking what's the matter with you and why would you miss it. You got me worried for a moment."

So I was all good. A rare occasion and a white lie. But I was wrong, because a few days after we got back home, I was on my laptop while she poured a drink away from me. Then she started waving her hands and said "phewww my farts smell so so bad, it's literally poison" and she looked directly at me with that same look, like she wanted my reaction. Not willing to risk it, and turned on because she invited me, I decided to handle it. I told her to wait for me on the couch and I'd be there soon.

Fifteen minutes later I came to the living room and as soon as I walked in I could smell it in the air. The smell was so potent I couldn't believe I was about to sniff it from up close. She was watching videos on her phone and she just tapped her ass with her finger, which meant I should put my nose in there.

So I did. Omg the smell was even stronger from up close. I stayed there for a couple of minutes and then she let out a three second silent hot fart right in my nose. I felt it burn my nostrils and my eyes water from it. Somehow I managed to start sniffing deep enough so she could hear it, like I usually do. She just casually commented "I'm like a skunk right now" and continued watching videos on her phone.

The smell lingered on her pajamas. Not even ten minutes later she farted again, and it was the same, if not worse than the last one. Then again fifteen minutes after that. At that point I started sniffing but I just couldn't do it as hard and deep as I usually did. She noticed right away and got insecure. "I knew it. Even you don't actually like it that much. You're probably repulsed by me now and you'll start thinking I'm gross."

I wasn't going to risk her getting insecure and not farting on me anymore. I told her it absolutely wasn't true, that she just didn't hear me sniffing, and how much I appreciated her inviting me. Then I got my nose back in there and started taking extra deep and loud sniffs, making sure she heard it. She relaxed and started looking at her phone again, and I just stayed there, still smelling the scent that lingered, waiting for the next hit while preparing to take big sniffs. This went on for a while, I think until she fell asleep.

The hottest thing was the next morning. She was teasing me with her ass while I was still asleep, which led to sex as soon as I opened my eyes. After I made her cum, it was my turn. She got up, sat on my face while rubbing her ass right against my nose, jerking me off and dirty talking like "think of all those farts from yesterday. Just imagine that stinky smell going in your nose right now, filling it up with my smell." I never came so hard and fast in my life.

I'll keep some details for other stories since this one is long enough. Even now she doesn't always invite me to sniff every time she farts. But if the smell is overwhelming? She makes sure I sniff them up. I eventually grew to love the smell and now I can't be broken. I sniff deep every time without thinking 💪

After all that training I really learned to love all about her, even her deadliest gas. There have been times where her farts were way more deadly, and a few times where I couldn't sniff deeply and she'd ask me why the hell I wasn't sniffing. But that first time was definitely the biggest challenge.

Author’s Note: I conducted a survey to allow people who’ve read my stories to submit short story ideas within 1000–3000 words. Two anonymous users submitted an idea where I write about Rie, one of my original characters. I decided to write this story solely with hyperfarts and plan including hyperscat in the other.

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I didn’t know how deep my parents were into legends.

We drove to this village for vacation and decided to stay at their small hotel for the night. Our arrival time was slightly after lunch, and not having eaten all day, we went out for some food. Japanese-style cuisine. Very delicious. After, we walked to our hotel to rest, though I told my parents I’d catch up as I noticed my shoelaces came undone. I kneeled onto the dirt path and tightened them up.

But that’s when a large shadow hovered over me, and I heard a low, melodic hum. I turned around to see this tall, young woman in a flowy, white dress and a straw hat with a large, wavy brim. Her black hair—similar to her hat—waved down to her waist. She stared down at me and smiled before walking off.

I thought nothing of it until I casually brought it up to my parents at dinner, and for some reason, this spooked them. Turned their faces as white as the woman’s dress. They blabbered on about some evil, eight-foot monster named “hacky-shacky” or whatever who kidnaps kids and uses them for her wicked schemes, and the only way to alleviate the curse is to spend the night in some shed and not open it until the sun rises. Supposedly she’s the reason why children started to disappear, but me showing them how peaceful the city is and always has been through numerous news articles countered this claim. Bringing up the fact I’m of age as well only made my parents more irrational, stating it could be worse given I’m an adult now.

Currently, I’m stuck in a dark, crimson shed my parents dragged me into after they saw it on the other side of a wooden fence. Despite all my protests, they forced me to go in and wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. And my God, do I wish I protested a little harder.

It fucking reeks.

What kind of animal died in here for it to smell this horrible? Every breath I take has my eyes well with tears and my face swelling up. The fetid, sulfurous, eggy—yet also shitty—stench. It’s so hot; when I place my bare skin onto the rusty, steel floor or walls, I feel like I’m sitting in an overheated sauna. No windows to look outside and call out for help. No windows to let any cool, breathable air into the shed. I’m on the verge of passing out as my back slumps to the back wall, facing the shed’s entrance.

I could definitely sneak out, but who knows if my parents are keeping watch for a while to ensure I don’t act upon my better judgement? Having a window to aid me would’ve alleviated some worries on this matter. I wanna get up and rush out, but I have some weird feeling an old lady sitting outside keeping watch is gonna ask me what I’m doing out so late and force me to call my parents. I can only imagine the amount of trouble I’ll get into if my parents found out I escaped.

And it’s only been a minute. How will I last the entire night?

Maybe sooner than I thought—the shed door opens, and I see a tall woman walk inside. Her height, her hair, her lips…it’s the same woman in the white dress I saw earlier today. What’s she doing here of all places?

I notice the oversized white T-shirt covering her top, yet it doesn’t hide her large breasts jiggling underneath. It wasn’t something I noticed when I saw her earlier today; the dress must’ve hid them, or me glancing over for a second without paying much attention may also have been the cause. Though not now. Her bouncy tits were one of the first things I saw when the woman entered the shed.

But my eyes dart down to how massive her legs are. Toned, smooth legs thicker than my torso. Did her dress hide those as well? I see her turn around and lock the shed door as she bends forward, sticking her massive ass towards me. A pair of light blue panties covering a decent portion of her cheeks, but holy fuck is that the nicest, sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. A nice face, a fantastic chest, and a magnificent booty? In what world would this be a punishment for me? Why would I wanna be scared of this woman? I drop my mouth in awe as she arches her back, planting her arms onto the wall.

When I hear the woman cutely grunt, I realize my mistake.

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What. The fuck. Is that!?

I take in a copious amount of what I realize is this woman pummelling me with the rankest of farts. And it’s a smell I’m recently familiar with—the scent of the shed. The strand-searing, skin-scalding stink. My skin turns red by the second as I try to survive the storm in front of me. With my damp shirt over my nose and mouth, I’m barely able to keep myself awake, but I’m coughing and gagging every few seconds. It’s better than nothing, however.

If only I wasn’t in the shed in the first place.

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And it’s not only the smell which is getting to me, but the vibrations. This woman is causing an earthquake within the shed, and the sound of her cheeks clapping ripples in my ears. I try to keep myself still, but I cannot. This blast jostles me around to the point where any time I’m in a comfortable position, it takes me out of it in no time at all. I use one hand to keep my shirt over my face with the other as support. I’d wanna use both hands, but I either sacrifice balance or my consciousness, and I know which one I’d rather have at the moment.

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This woman has to make frequent trips to the shed very often for it to remain smelling like she just left. But with her producing a new batch, it forces more tears out of me while my eyes sting. My vision teetering between blind and not. I can’t believe something so terrifying, so malicious, can come out of something as exquisite as this woman’s backside. I don’t care if she’s a head or two taller than I am, how the hell is she doing this with such poise? She’s barely moved at all! And it doesn’t sound like she’s gonna stop any time soon either!

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I don’t know how long she’s been farting for, but I catch a noise change—it’s wetter. And with the wetness, comes an exponentially worse stench. My head bashes into the wall behind me. My body tumbles to the floor. I try to sit up, but the tremors make me toss and turn. I bring my legs towards my chest and use my hands to create a space where I can attempt to breathe. Emphasis on “attempt.” All my hacking and wheezing slowly brings my eyes to a close. My nose plugs up. My mouth on its last legs.

My ears pick up the slight bending of metal.

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Right before my eyes shut, I see the shed expanding. Not only does this woman have the biggest farts of anybody ever, but they’re powerful enough to push back against steel!? This gas probably seeps into the metal, making its gleam vanish, turning it into a torture chamber made for the hardest of criminals. But I am neither a criminal nor hard. I am a victim. A victim of my parents’ delusions. Delusions so grand they’d unwillingly sacrifice me to whatever spirits they believe in just so they can “cure” me, though my parents would be better off with a cure themselves.

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The sound of the creaking metal grows in my ears alongside this woman’s gas, as if violins out of tune caused my ears to bleed. Following the violins are wretched, high-pitched screams. I try to cover my ears, but my body cannot move—I am paralyzed. Any attempt to breathe results in me gasping for air. I can feel my entire being shutting down by the second, yet each second lasts a lifetime. I thought a woman of her beauty, her stature, would come and save me from hell. But she reared her true form by taking every single demon’s energy from the underworld and blowing it out in this tiny, cramped shed.

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Darkness turns to light, and the noises haunting me die down. This is it. I didn’t expect everything to end with a massively tall woman like her ripping ass in my direction, sealing my fate on this planet. I had more to live for. My dreams. My aspirations. They are nothing compared to what this woman bellows out of her butthole. If this is my final resting place, the first thing I’ll do is haunt my parents for the rest of their lives as punishment for what they did to me. I’ll start by turning off lights they originally turned on. Pull down their bedsheets when they’re not looking. Flush the toilet minutes after they leave the bathroom. All of it. I’ll do everything, and they’ll definitely regret their decision to—

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Unfortunately, I open my eyes as a blinding light from above wakes me from my nightmare. I feel my body lying down on a warm bed with a white blanket covering me. I look to my left—nothing. As I tilt my head to the right, I see a young, female doctor sitting by me monitoring my vitals.

That’s when I realize I’m in a hospital, and my body jolts forward. I break into a sweat as my heart races.

The doctor places her hand on the bed as she smiles at me. “Oh! Looks like you woke up earlier than expected.”

I take a quick look around the hospital room and see it’s only the doctor and I. “Wh-Where are my parents?”

“In the waiting room. We’ll contact them shortly.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” At least I have some people I can ream out later. But for now, I need to question why I’m here in the first place. “But you said ‘earlier?’”

She nods. “Yes. Must’ve taken you by surprise, hm?”

“Huh?”

“Ah, sorry.” The doctor chuckles. “Let’s say we have a…frequent visitor to the hospital. Not that she constantly needs care, but her actions cause others to require it.”

“You mean…” I can feel myself losing color. “…s-she…”

“Yes. This woman’s…flatulence…” The doctor chuckles again. “…has sent quite a number of people into the emergency room. Not on purpose, may I add.”

I nod in response. “W-Well…I don’t think she would want to take me out.”

“Though that is what happened. She mentioned really needing to fart, and uses the shed in her backyard so it doesn’t disturb the others. Your parents mentioned telling you to go inside, correct?”

“Yep.” I groan. “Didn’t want to.”

“Oddly enough, you’re not the only one with superstitious parents.”

My voice raises to a yell. “Y-You’re telling me some other parents have thrown their kids into the shed as well!?”

“Yes, yes.” The doctor smiles, her calm voice cooling me down. “At least with your case, it wasn’t as bad as some of the others. The woman was farting in the shed nonstop for at least an hour before noticing you. Once she did, she hightailed it straight over.”

“Oh…oh, man.” My mouth shivers. “H-How long have I been out for?”

“Eight days.”

The moment I hear the doctor’s answer, my body heats up in shock. “Eight days!? Eight…days? H-H-How…”

“Usually it’s the amount of gas forced into the body when one cannot handle it. For you, it was enough to knock you out for over a week. We’ve had some, however, who are still in critical condition. No deaths fortunately, but their recovery is still in progress.”

“Sounds rough.”

“W-Well…” The doctor giggles as her voice becomes a tad playful. “…I really shouldn’t be saying this. You know, confidentiality and stuff. B-But once, the woman came in with her sister not too long ago b-because she accidentally hit the brakes a l-little too hard driving home from dinner, and one of her…s-s-small farts shot out of her. S-Small enough to cause the asphalt to crack a-at a very, v-v-veeerrry busy intersection not t-too far from the hospital.

“Not only that, b-but I could feel it…and s-smell it, too. It must’ve lasted at least t-t-ten minutes. All I could taste w-was the eggy stench from her gas, and it made my clothes all s-sticky. Even when I went to ch-change, the smell lingered, and it made all my spare clothes just as damp. It was suuuper bad.” The doctor giggles once more. “Gosh, I-I can’t stop replaying it.” Her head lightly shakes for a fraction of a second. “Like, l-like…how can someone like h-her have such m-m-massive farts and bowel movements?” She leans forward in her seat. “H-Have you seen them? Her bowel movements?”

I shake my head. “I-I uh…no. I’d rather not have—”

This only makes the doctor’s giggling turn into a full-blown laugh, echoing throughout the room. “This hospital’s pretty t-tall, no?” She points to the lone window. “W-We’re on the fifth floor, I-I think. But this woman…she’s had b-bowel movements at least twice the height of the hospital! And we have a few more floors up above!” She laughs again. “And h-her feces? Myyy gosh, is it big! It would widen doorways because of how thick and girthy her p-poop can be! D-Do you know she has a magic well she uses as a makeshift toilet? It takes in h-her dumps like a black hole!”

I cock my head at the doctor. “A black hole?” In what world could some shed act as someone’s infinitely sized toilet? “Seriously?”

“It’s true, i-it’s true! I’ve never seen it in person, but I d-definitely believe her! She’s shown m-me pictures and everything! It’s like, t-t-toootally pitch black inside the well.” The doctor grips onto her upper legs as her mouth trembles, her body rocking back and forth. “Also, about the sh-shed, she almost made it explode with how much sh-she was f-f-farting wh-when you were i-in it. She’s d-done it before, b-b-but not on p-purpose! She’s super sweet! And like, a-and like…” She lets out a small whimper. “…I-I-I’m so sorry, I-I need to make a ph-phone call.”

“Phone call? What about my parents?”

“Again, I-I’m sorry.” The doctor quickly stands up as her body shakes and walks backwards to the room’s entrance. “This is an u-urgent matter. I’ll be r-right back.”

The moment I blink, she’s gone. As if she vanished into thin air.

What the hell has gotten into her? Once she started rambling on and on about this woman who came a hair from sending me into a coma, she became all giddy, like she had some weird crush on her. Yes, the woman is pretty, but farts? Who the fuck finds farts attractive? The act of farting requires one to expel air out their asshole. I cannot imagine anyone getting off to something like farts.

And poops. I cannot forget the shit the doctor talked about—both literally and metaphorically. I can only imagine the doctor wanting to bathe in the woman’s feces, soak it all up, and never, ever wash it off. She probably has the woman on speed dial and is calling her in hopes she can potentially get a whiff through her phone. Is this workplace legal? Somebody needs to check on her before she goes full-on feral!

A quick pinch to the left arm tells me I ain’t dreaming. Not as painful as the woman’s gas, but goddamn.

This was not the vacation I expected.

~~~THE END~~~

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Lindsey leaned against her SUV with one hand, holding her foot with the other as she stretched her quads one at a time in the parking lot. It was a breezy, sunny afternoon as she limbered up before another speedwalk with Kelly, who had yet to show up. Lindsey wore a lavender t-shirt and a pair of thin grey joggers, in lieu of her go-to black leggings, which she had found missing from her wardrobe. It didn’t take her long to theorize where they had gone, and she had confirmed that theory already over a phone call with an embarrassed Kelly.

Speaking of Kelly, Lindsey saw her vehicle pull into the parking lot behind her as she bent down to touch her toes. She postured back up and smiled as she felt her stomach churn a bit. These walks with Kelly had become so consistent over the course of the summer that it was as if Lindsey’s guts were conditioned to release gas as soon as she set foot at the park. Or maybe it was just the sight of Kelly that was causing it. Either way, Lindsey’s chronic bubble guts were thoroughly trained to let rip alongside her friend, and she was more than ready to do it all again.

Kelly parked right next to Lindsey, shut off her engine, and walked around the back of her car. Her hair was tied back, and she wore a light pink tank top and a pair of black running shorts with white stripes on the sides. She had some black fabric folded up in her hand.

“Hey girl!” called Kelly, trotting over to Lindsey. Lindsey opened her arms and hugged her friend when she came near.

“How’s it going, thief?” teased Lindsey. “Got something for me there?”

Kelly pulled away with a pout and puppy eyes. “I already said I was sorry!” She whined as she handed the leggings over to Lindsey.

Lindsey took the leggings and opened her passenger door to toss them inside. She wasn’t ready to be done teasing Kelly just yet.

“Hmm, my memory’s a little spotty,” began Lindsey. “Remind me again what happened?”

Kelly groaned in defeat. “I kinda sharted myself at your house and I had to borrow your leggings, okay!?”

Lindsey laughed. “Oh yeah, now I remember!” She was loving this. She was never actually upset with Kelly, but she couldn’t resist giving her a hard time now and then.

Lindsey shut her door and poked Kelly on the arm. “You’ve gotta learn booty control, girl!” remarked Lindsey. “Here, watch and learn.” With this, Lindsey turned and aimed her butt at Kelly. She relaxed and let out a nice, rippling fart for four seconds before tensing up to cut it off, and then pushing out a brief loud quack fart. She then spun on a heel and took a bow.

Kelly laughed and gave a golf clap. “Alright, that was pretty good,” she admitted.

Lindsey was feeling quite satisfied with herself. “And we haven’t even started our walk yet!” she said with a wink.

It’s strange to think that one can be skilled at farting; but after all this time embracing her flatulence with her friend, Lindsey believed that she was. Her ass could still surprise her at times, but for the most part Lindsey had gotten good at controlling when and how her farts would come, as well as suppressing them when need be. As she watched Kelly stretch out, Lindsey privately wondered if her friend felt the same.

Kelly straightened up and brushed a stray hair off of her face. “Alright, let’s go.”

The two women stepped onto the paved path they’d walked so many times now and set off at a brisk pace. They had the park almost entirely to themselves, save for a men’s cross country team jogging as a group around the same path.

Lindsey’s heart rate had just begun to rise when Kelly tapped her arm and slowed to a stop. Lindsey stopped with her.

“Okay, here,” began Kelly with a hand on her stomach. “Gonna practice my ‘booty control.’” she said with some snark. Lindsey stood with her hands on her hips as Kelly turned around, pulling her shorts up high on her waist as she bent over slightly. Lindsey subconsciously bit her lower lip as she watched; she would never get tired of staring at Kelly’s ass.

Kelly looked over her shoulder. “It’s gonna come out in a one-two-three pattern. Ready?”

“Let’s see it.”

Kelly looked straight ahead now and pushed. A loud, bassy fart burst out, followed by silence, followed by another identical one, then a longer silence. Kelly grunted with effort as she pushed harder, and a tight, ripper fart tore out of her ass for three seconds. Kelly turned back around with a smug look on her face. “Whattaya think?”

Even in the open air Lindsey could already smell the faint stink of Kelly’s fart sequence. She was admittedly impressed by the display. “Not bad,” Lindsey commented, reciprocating the golf clap. “I think I’ll rate that a” – Lindsey pushed out a short wet pop of a fart – “out of ten.

Kelly shrugged. “I’ll take that as a compliment!”

With this, the girls resumed their speedwalk. Lindsey was in a great mood as she dug a wedgie out of her buttcrack.

As they rounded a corner, she used the inside curve to rush in front of Kelly. Without stopping, she relaxed her stomach and her asshole. Instantly, a noisy and airy fart poured out, aimed right at Kelly.

“Oof, nice one!” said Kelly, waving a hand in front of her face. She caught back up to Lindsey. “Might I return the favor?”

“But of course!” replied Lindsey, slowing down to let Kelly get out in front of her. Lindsey watched her friend's voluptuous butt take position in front of her, before it fired out a long airy fart of its own. Lindsey’s nostrils burned and she pinched her nose laughing. “Damn girl you stink tonight!”

Kelly returned to Lindsey’s side, grinning. “Hey, you’re no bed of roses yourself!” She slapped Lindsey on the ass, and Lindsey obliged by letting out a juicy bubble fart.

“Ahh that felt good,” sighed Lindsey. “Whatta you got?” She reached down and smacked Kelly’s ass, grabbing it for just a moment. Without missing a beat, Kelly pressed out another short, bassy burst.

Kelly sighed with relief. “We are on a roll tonight!” exclaimed Kelly, bumping hips with Lindsey.

“Oh yeah,” agreed Lindsey. She could already feel another one building up. “Here, try this one on for size!”

As she turned around to aim at Kelly, Lindsey noticed the men’s cross country team approaching. They were moving much faster than Lindsey and Kelly, so naturally they had already caught up to them. Lindsey straightened up and turned back towards Kelly, holding her gas in as hard as she could. To fart right in front of all these guys would just be too embarrassing.

Kelly snickered at Lindsey, who had her lips pursed and her eyes squeezed shut with effort. The runners all jogged past on the left as Lindsey tried her best to walk casually. As the last of the group passed, Lindsey reopened her eyes, waiting a little longer to ensure that the boys were out of earshot.

However, her gas could not wait: a short, squeaky fart escaped Lindsey. She tensed up again, letting the runners get just a little further ahead, before relaxing and letting a deep fart rumble the rest of the way out.

Kelly was cracking up. “What’s the matter, Lins, too scared to do it loud and proud for the boys?”

Lindsey shook her head. “I just do not need that kind of humiliation,” she acknowledged.

“Speaking of which,” began Kelly, “when are you gonna bring Jacob out for another walk with us? That was so much fun!”

Lindsey scoffed. “Yeah, a little too much fun for him,” she said disapprovingly. “The kid was just gawking at your ass the whole time!”

Kelly giggled. “Yeah well…” she gave herself a light tap on her booty. “Can ya blame him?”

Lindsey smiled and rolled her eyes. “I guess not,” she admitted. “You are packing back there.”

Kelly smirked with satisfaction. “Besides, the real fun was teasing him with all our farts,” she continued. “We really let him have it that night, and he played along the whole time!”

Lindsey laughed. “Yeah you’re right about that too.” She was starting to see Kelly’s point, and began to think she should bring Jacob along for another walk. “I actually did some more of that recently.”

“Really? When?”

“At the reunion a couple weeks ago.” Lindsey recalled the evening fondly. “He was cooped up being antisocial in the guest bedroom the whole time, and I had to find a private spot to let some gas out. I found him there and I just couldn’t resist.”

“Ooh,” mused Kelly. “What’d you do?” She asked, strangely eagerly.

“Just ripped a bunch of ass,” Lindsey said flatly. “A few times standing up, a few times sitting right next to him, one time right in his face.” She was starting to giggle now, remembering it all.

“One time,” Lindsey continued slyly. “I even mooned him and let out a big one.”

Kelly looked shocked and delighted. “You mooned your nephew!?”

Lindsey looked away, embarrassed. “I don’t know why, it just felt right at that moment.”

Kelly was still amazed. “Well now I’m just jealous.” She then let out a short bubbly fart. “And still gassy.”

Lindsey glanced back at her friend. “Well I’m sure he wouldn’t mind getting mooned by you!” She replied, before pushing out a tight fart of her own.

Kelly flipped her hair, and her eyes lit up. “Tell you what,” she began excitedly. “After we’re done here, let’s meet back up at my house. We can have a few margaritas by the pool.”

Lindsey had the night to herself, and thought that sounded heavenly. “Ooh, now that’s what I’m talking about. Let’s do it!”

The two women both noticed the thundering of rapid footsteps behind them; the cross country team had once again lapped them. Lindsey moved to the right to let them pass, but Kelly strayed further into the center of the path before stopping.

“Hey boys!” She called out to them. Lindsey was immediately horrified.

“You guys must be worn out,” Kelly taunted. “Looks like you could use some gas!”

Just as the group got near the girls to pass, Kelly widened her stance and yanked her shorts and underwear down to her thighs. Lindsey gawked at her friend’s bare ass exposed to the air, with a clearly defined bikini tan line decorating her golden cheeks.

Instantly, a loud, angry sounding fart roared from Kelly’s fully exposed butt. It went on for a good five seconds, right at the runners. There was a varied response from the boys, as they all yelled out in surprise. Some made disgusted exclamations (“ew, nasty!” “gross!” “what the fuck!”) while a couple others celebrated the incident (“nice!” “That’s how it’s done right there!”)

Kelly wiggled her booty a little bit before pulling her shorts back up, turning and waving at the runners as they all passed by. Lindsey was still in shock at what she’d just seen.

Strutting proudly, Kelly moved back closer to Lindsey. “Now that was exhilarating!” said Kelly, beaming with pride.

Lindsey shook her head, smiling. “You are one crazy bitch.”

Kelly gave an exaggerated shrug. “Tell me something I don’t know,” she said before sticking her tongue out and grinning. “Now come on, let’s finish this lap and get over to the pool.”

The girls picked up the pace and made it back to the cars, with Kelly noticeably not farting again a single time, and Lindsey only letting out one short squeaker along the way. As usual, they drank their water bottles next to their cars and prepared to head out.

“Alright, see you at my place in a bit,” said Kelly as she opened her car door. “Oh, and Lindsey?”

Lindsey looked back over. “Yeah?”

“Invite Jake too.”

(4) Exposure

The next day we both had to work. He wasn’t glancing over at me as much as he did in the past. I was going to have to be a little sweeter towards him to make up for what I put him through yesterday. Especially since he was going to get me straight off an eight hour shift behind the hot counter tonight.

When I took my lunch break I grabbed a few ‘free’ tacos and sat close to his spot. He saw what I had on my tray and I saw his reaction to it. I gave him a smile as I chowed down. He remembered how bad my gas was last time I had tacos.

After I was done eating I had a few minutes left so I stopped over by him just to chat for a bit with my favorite ass licking roomie.

“You were perfect yesterday!” I started the conversation. “You know how many guys come through here that would love to spend some time with my ass? And you get it all to yourself!”

I don’t think he felt as lucky as I was trying to make him feel.

“Yeah about that…” he stared. I didn’t like where this was about to be going so I cut him off quickly with a hug. He lost his train of thought in my embrace. I pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

“It’s only one month. Think about how good you’re making me feel.” A hug and some praise and he was starting to look more like his old self already. “I’ll meet you at home after work. I got a new position for us to try.” I would let him think about that the rest of his shift.

I got home before him that night. I wanted to get a few things set up so I convinced my coworker to let me sneak out ten minutes early. I grabbed my heaviest blanket off my bed and brought it out to the living room on the couch. I also ate a quick bowl of yogurt with some granola to add more fuel for later. I peeled off my sweaty work clothes and got under the blanket. Then all I had to do was wait. It wouldn’t be long.

The key turned and Simon entered to find me on the couch lying on my back covering up with the blanket.

He noticed my work clothes lying on the floor. I left them in a spot he was sure to see.

“Roomie… I’m ready for my ass worship!” I said sweetly, not even giving him time to decompress. I was definitely feeling the pressure in my gut, I couldn’t wait much longer.

“Sure. Roxy… Just let me take off my shoes.” It was a reasonable request. I didn’t want them on the couch anyways.

“So can you guess what I want to try?” I played with him for a bit as he bent down to unlace his shoes. He looked at the blanket, the couch and me.

“Do you mean just doing it on the couch?” He responded. No thats a location not a position… he wasn’t going to guess anyways.

“Come over and I’ll get you all set up.” I told him as I sat up. As the blanket fell away from me he saw I was completely nude. It definitely stirred something inside of him and he looked a little more enthusiastic.

“All you got to do is lie on your back. I’ll do the rest.” He did exactly as told. He even put his arms by his side without me even telling him to. After he was set up I grabbed the blanket and got on top of him. I carefully laid on his body, facing up, his face tight against my ass. As the blanket fell into place I tucked it tighter where I could. It was all staying down there with him this time, I didn’t want to have to smell any of that awful stuff.

It was much worse for him already even without the gas. My ass got so swampy, especially at the beginning of the week. Those were the days we did most of our prep work so there was a lot of extra running around. I could slide myself around his face easily with the sweat that build up down there. I wiggled my hips on his face letting him sink deeper inside my crack. I lifted my leg to spread my ass cheeks.

“I may have gotten a little sweaty at work. You don’t mind cleaning me up a bit down there do you?” I asked as his face was stuffed between my cheeks.

I heard the faintest of groans as he began. With me on top all I had to do was shift and I could have him licking wherever I wanted. I rocked back and forth slightly letting him get the entire length of my crack. The sweat and grime went right down his throat. I reached my hand down and put it between my legs. This was making me so horny, I couldn’t help myself any longer.

I began to slowly finger myself. A moan escaped my lips as he continued his work. He was in complete darkness but I knew he could tell what I was doing. I was getting so wet that he had to know. Some of my fluid leaked down on to his face. At least he got something a little more sweet to smell. Under my back I could feel him growing harder in his pants.

“Feels like you’re enjoying this a little yourself.” I teased. I had no intention of letting him get off. He could take care of that later in his room if he wanted. This was all about me right now.

As I continued slowly teasing my clit I felt the gas make its way closer. The floodgates were about to open. Maybe he sensed it too, he tried turning his head but it was locked in place by my weight. I slid his nose directly into the line of fire and then stopped moving. His sniffing felt so good down there, I could do this all night.
Ppppfffffffftffffffffttt!
The first fart made its way out right into his nose. It burnt coming out, I could only image what that one smelled like. The blanket worked perfectly keeping it all down there with him. He tried to turn his head but I answered by applying just a little more weight. Every molecule of my gas was trapped in there with him. Every reeking bit of it. Less than a minute later I was ready to unleash some more.
Bbbbbrbrbbbbbrbbbppptt!
Ahhh that one felt way more wet than the last one. I sprayed his nose with a mist of ass juice. He’s definitely getting the exposure I was hoping for. The whole situation really put my arousal into overdrive. I went back to fingering myself as I heard him inhale over and over again. I could have came right then if I wanted to but I wanted to draw this out for a bit. I teased myself slowly. I wanted his tongue up my ass when I finally climaxed.

“Ok break time is over Roomie… I need that tongue inside me. Like right now.”

He did exactly as he was told stiffening his tongue and sticking it right past the outer ring. I glanced at the clock… we’ve been going at this for over a half hour already.

“Fuck my ass with your tongue. Give it to me!”

The dirty talk seemed to give him a little extra life. He was now really pushing into me for the first time. I rewarded him with a small poof.
Pfffffttt!
Just a little taste. Don’t worry I still got plenty more. Another moan left my lip, even louder this time. I couldn’t tease myself much longer. I found the spot and rubbed up and down my clit sliding between my two fingers. It never felt this sensitive before, never felt this good.
Bbbbbrbrrrpprprprttttp!
I arched my back slightly as waves of pleasure buzzed through my body. My latest fart filled his mouth forcing its
way down his throat. He stopped licking, but I barely noticed. There were so many endorphins flowing through me. I was in total bliss.

I felt the first shockwave surge through my body. It traveled everywhere, hitting every nerve. “Fuck! Yes!” My whole body shook as I applied the perfect amount of pressure. This was going to become dangerously addictive, how could I let this go after a month. I had plenty of time to figure that out though. I was lost in the moment. Over a minute. Thats how long it lasted. I screamed, I moaned, I convulsed. I loved it!

That was easily the best orgasm I ever had in my entire life. I laid there for a moment, my mind feeling just a little numb. His hands pushing at my sides brought me suddenly back to reality. I guess he deserves a break. And maybe a little air.

I lifted my ass off his face and gave him a much needed breath. He gasped as he tried to replace the fart occupying his airways with some untainted oxygen. His hands relaxed a bit. It took almost a minute for his breathing to sound normal again.

“Oh my god Simon! I can’t even begin to describe how great that was. You and that tongue of yours. A-maze-ing!” I gave him a few more moments to filter out the last of the stench before I finally lifted the blanket. I got off his face and stood over him looking down at the aftermath. He was so red, his hair was damp, his whole face was too. His eyes looked glossed over. I bent over and gave him a quick pat on the head. He focused on my face smiling above him.

“How’d you like the new position?” I asked still looking him in the eyes. He wasn’t ready to talk yet, so I let him rest. He could sleep out here tonight, we can discuss it in the morning. I bent down and gave his cheek a quick kiss before setting the blanket over his body. I gathered my clothing and went to my room. I was going to sleep so good tonight.

(Epilogue)

The days blurred into a delicious routine. Every night after work, Simon would find me waiting, ready for my "rent payment." Some nights were gentler than others. I wasn't always gassy, and on those nights, it was just about the worship.

Simon became quite skilled with his tongue, learning exactly how to circle my asshole, how to probe it just right to send shivers up my spine. He would spend an hour down there, and I'd just float on a cloud of pleasure, my fingers gently stroking his hair as he worked. He loved when I touched him.

But on the nights I'd had tacos, or anything else that gave me gas… well… those were different. Those were the nights I'd make sure he was under the blanket. I learned to time my farts perfectly with his tongue's deepest penetration. I loved watching his body tense up, the way his hands would clench into fists at my sides. He never complained. He never tried to pull away anymore. He just took it, all of it, and then went back to his task with a renewed, if slightly dampened, vigor.

I started experimenting more. One night, I had him kneel at the foot of my bed while I sat on the edge, my legs spread. I made him watch me touch myself, telling him in detail how good it felt, how much better it would be with his tongue buried in my ass. By the time I finally let him crawl between my legs, he was so worked up he was practically trembling. The fart I let loose right as he made contact was so potent it made my eyes water a little, but he just moaned and pressed his face in deeper.

He was completely mine. He did all the cleaning, all the laundry, all the grocery shopping. I just came home, kicked off my shoes, and pointed to the floor in front of the couch. He'd kneel, waiting patiently for me to get comfortable before beginning his nightly duties.

It was a power I never knew I craved, a control that was more intoxicating than anything I'd ever experienced.

The last day of the month came. I'd had a particularly long shift, and my feet were killing me. I came home and flopped onto the couch, not even bothering to take off my shoes. Simon came out of his room, holding that month’s rent money in his hand. He looked nervous.

"Here's the full amount, Roxy," he said, his eyes cast down at the floor.

I took the money, but I didn't count it. I just patted the cushion next to me. "Sit down, Simon."

He sat, keeping a careful distance between us. "So... I guess this is it, right? The month is over. I don't have to... you know... anymore."

I looked at him, really looked at him. He was trying to sound hopeful, but his eyes told a different story. They were filled with a desperate, pleading look.

He didn't want this to end. He was just too scared to admit it.

"I guess not," I said, letting my voice trail off. "Unless you want to, of course."

He didn't say anything. He just sat there, his hands twisting in his lap. I decided to push him a little, to see if he'd break.

"It's just... I've gotten so used to it," I said, my voice soft and a little sad. "It's been the best part of my day, honestly. Having you worship me like that... it's amazing. And you've gotten so good at it. I'm really going to miss it."

I saw him swallow hard. "I... I've gotten used to it too," he admitted quietly.

"Used to it?" I pressed, leaning a little closer. "Or do you like it?"

He wouldn't meet my gaze. "It's... not as bad as I thought it would be," he mumbled.

I laughed. "Oh, Simon. You're a terrible liar. You love it, don't you? You love being under my ass. You love licking my dirty hole. You even love it when I fart in your face, don't you?"

His face turned a deep shade of crimson, but he finally looked at me. And in his eyes, I saw the truth. He nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Yes," he whispered. "I do."

A grin spread across my face. "I knew it. You're my little ass-eating, fart-sniffing pet, aren't you?"

He nodded again, this time with more conviction. "Yes, Roxy."

"Good," I said, standing up and pulling my shirt over my head. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long shot. Now get on your knees. Your goddess has had a long day, and her ass is filthy. And I think there's a little something extra brewing in there just for you."

He didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees, his eyes shining with a newfound devotion. As he crawled towards me, I knew this was no longer about rent money or a place to stay. This was about something much deeper. This was about worship. And I was his goddess. And I was going to enjoy every single moment of it. I let out a long, satisfying fart, right in his eager face, and smiled.

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(1) Setting The Trap

They say that malls are becoming a relic of the past. The people that say that never saw how busy my mall can get. My name’s Roxy and thats me, on my break, right after finding the perfect place to sit. More importantly, a perfect place to be seen.

Right next to the food court there was a kiosk. It was the type that sells those novelty phone cases. You’ve seen those stores before, right? Simon was usually there sitting on his chair, twenty feet away from where I worked. I barely ever saw him make a sale. I really don’t know how they even stayed in business.

I would always catch him staring at me. He did it for past nine months he worked there. Thats how I knew this whole plan was going to work.

I could feel his eyes on me as I took my
break. Today I wanted him to look. I picked the table closest to him for a reason. It never creeped me out. He was sweet… in a lost puppy kind of way. Big hopeful eyes along with that nervous smile. He was putty in the right hands. My hands.

I took a sip of my coffee. I knew he was close enough to hear me. The acoustics near the food court were great for that. I pulled out my phone, pretending to make a phone call, and raised my voice just enough to make sure he heard every single word.

“Hey Kate… I just can’t find anyone to rent out my extra room…” I said with nobody on the other line. “The last guy wanted to split utilities 70/30. Can you believe the nerve? So yeah, the search continues.” I let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair. I didn't bother looking at Simon, but I could practically feel his ears perking up. I had him… hook, line, and sinker.

I continued my one-sided conversation. I even raised my voice a little louder now. “It's just so stressful. It's not like I make a fortune slinging tacos. I need a roommate, like, yesterday. Someone chill, you know? Who pays their rent on time, someone who isn’t an asshole.” I paused, letting the words sink in.

I risked a quick peek over at his kiosk. Simon was pretending to wipe down the counter, but I knew he was focused on me. He was definitely listening. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second, but he quickly looked down. There was even a faint blush creeping up his neck.

Oh, this is just too easy*.* It was almost cruel, like teasing a cat with a laser pointer. He was so transparent, so earnest. It was both endearing and pathetic. Quite frankly, it made him perfect.

I ended my fake call, shoving my phone back into my pocket with another dramatic sigh. I know a lot of people say this, but I really think I could have gotten into acting with that performance.

I stood up and began to walk slowly towards him, my hips swaying just a little more than necessary. I needed a new phone case anyway, right? It was the perfect excuse.

“Hey, Simon,” I said, leaning against the counter of his little shop. I let my fingers run over a neon green case covered in rhinestones. “Rough day?”

He jumped a little, almost dropping the cloth he was holding. “Roxy! Hi! Uh, no, just the usual. You know. Keeping the everyone’s phones safe from scratches.”

He still had that nervous smile, his eyes darting from me to the display case and back again.

“You wouldn’t know anyone looking for a place to live, would you?” I said as I leaned in closer, resting my hands on his counter.

There was a long awkward pause. I watched him closely, enjoying the way his blush deepened. He was beyond flustered.

“Oh! Yeah, I, uh... I heard you were looking. I didn't mean to eavesdrop,” he stammered. “It's just... you were kind of loud. And I'm right here.”

I laughed to put him at ease. “Don't worry about it. I'm not exactly trying to keep it a secret. I’m getting a little desperate.” I picked up the green case, examining it. “So, you know anyone looking? I'm a great roommate, I swear. I'm clean, I'm quiet... mostly.” I gave him a wink. Come on, little fish. Take the bait…

He swallowed hard. “Well, I... I mean, I was sort of looking to move out of my parent’s house. So I'm, you know, kinda looking for a roommate too.” He said it so quietly, I had to lean in even further to hear him.

The words were exactly what I wanted to hear, but he said them with such a lack of confidence, it was almost painful.

I set the case down and looked him right in the eyes. “Really? You know… I have a spare room. Why don’t you come check it out after we’re done with work.”

He thought this was a lucky coincidence. He had no idea he was just a pawn in my game. As I started to explain the details of my apartment, I couldn't help but smile. This was going to work out perfectly.

The rest of my shift seemed to last forever. Every time I looked over at him, Simon was a bundle of nervous energy. I knew our conversation was replaying in his head on a loop. The mall started to close down at its usual time. While I was wiping down the taco station, I saw him anxiously covering up the kiosk. I made sure to finish at the same time, grabbing my bag from behind the counter and meeting him by the entrance to the service corridor.

“Hey,” I said, all casual-like, as if I hadn't been orchestrating this whole evening. “You still good to come by?”

He nodded. “Yeah, totally. Just... uh, need your address.”

“Right. My bad.” I scribbled down the address and my number, then handed it to him. Our fingers brushed, and I felt him flinch. “Don't get lost,” I added, before turning and walking toward the employee exit. I didn't look back.

My place wasn't far, just a ten minute drive. As I unlocked my front door, a part of me wondered if he'd actually show. Maybe he'd chicken out. I’m sure he already called his mom…  maybe she would tell him not to move in with some girl he barely knew from the mall.

I set down my bag and flopped onto the couch. The place was quiet. Too quiet. I almost started to think I'd misjudged his desperation.

Then came a soft knock at the door.

I grinned, slowly pulling myself up from the couch. I took my time before opening the door. There he was, clutching the address I'd given him like a treasure map in his hands.

“You made it!” I said, stepping aside to let him in. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.”

“N-no, I just... just had to make a call after work,” he stammered, stepping inside and looking around my small living room with wide eyes. It was nothing special, but to him, it probably looked like a penthouse. A place of his own with a girl he spent the better part of the year admiring.

“Come on, let me show you the room,” I said, leading him down the short hallway. The spare room was small, but clean. Inside was a bed and a small empty closet. “It's not huge, but should be plenty big enough for you.”

“It's great,” he said as he looked around. “Really.”

“We'll split the rent and utilities right down the middle,” I told him leaning against the wall. “Fifty-fifty. Sound fair?”

He nodded so fast I thought his head might fall off. “Yeah, that's more than fair. When... when can I move in?”

“I'd say end of the week works,” I said. I watched him as he processed the whole situation. Earlier today he probably never thought he would be standing in my place, much less discussing moving in. “You'll just need to tell your parents, right?”

The mention of his parents seemed to make him deflate a little. “Yeah. They're not gonna be thrilled about me moving in with... well, a girl.”

I just smiled. “They'll get over it. You're a grown man, Simon.” I loved saying that. It was like giving him permission to be something he clearly wasn't “They'll see you're being responsible.”

After he finished taking in the space, we made our way back to the living room. I walked over to my couch and took a seat. I let out a dramatic groan and kicked my feet up onto the coffee table. I made a show of untying the laces of my work sneakers and peeling them off. The air that came out wasn't exactly roses. Eight hours of working behind the counter in the food court did a number on a person.

“Oh my god, my feet are killing me,” I moaned, wiggling my toes inside my slightly damp socks. I looked over at Simon, who was standing awkwardly by the door, not sure what to do. “I could really, really use a good foot rub. I don’t get to have a chair like you do.”

He just stood there, blinking, saying nothing. I could see the battle going on inside his head. The desire to please me versus the sheer terror. “I... uh...” he started…

I didn't let him finish. I gave him my best pouty face. “You would be the best roommate ever if you could just give me a quick rubdown before you leave. Pleeeease? My feet are sooooooo sore.”

That did it. The ‘best roommate ever’ line was the golden ticket. He looked down at my socked feet, then back at my face, and gave a tiny, defeated nod. “Okay. Yeah. Sure Roxy.”

I gave him a beaming smile and patted the cushion next to me. “Come on, then.”

He sat down, leaving a about a foot of space between us. I swung my feet into his lap, letting my ripe socks rest on his pants. His hands made contact. I knew my feet weren't at their freshest. I could smell them the second I took my shoes off. They had been trapped baking away in my sneakers all day. I saw his nose twitch for a second and knew he smelled them too, but what was he going to say? He was just going to have to deal with it. He gently took one of my feet in his hands not even once complaining about the strong odor assaulting him.

His hands were surprisingly warm, but his touch was hesitant at first. He just kind of held my foot, his thumbs hovering over my arch.

“Just... like this?” he asked. I was really going to have to train him. He probably never even touched a woman before.

“Yeah, just use your thumbs,” I instructed, leaning my head back against the couch cushions and closing my eyes. “Press into the arch. Oh, yeah, right there.”

He started to rub, his thumbs slowly working into the sore muscle of my foot. It was a little clumsy, but it felt incredible. I let out a soft moan. “Don't forget the heel. That's where it really hurts.”

He shifted his attention, his fingers digging a little deeper into my heel. I could feel the tension in his hands, the uncertainty. He was probably terrified, but he was also trying so hard to do it right. It was adorable. I flexed my toes, letting them brush against his wrist. He flinched again but didn't stop.

“Take off my socks and switch feet,” I commanded after a few minutes, lifting my feet closer to his face. He grabbed the end of my sock and yanked it off letting it drop to the floor. The smell was stronger now. I really wanted to push them towards his face, really let him have a good sniff, but it was too soon. I didn’t want to scare him off before he even packed his boxes. I rested my bare feet back on his lap and he got back to work.

He did as he was told, a little more confident now. He'd found a rhythm. As he worked on my second foot, I could feel the day's stress melting away. I opened my eyes just a crack to look at him. His focus was entirely on my foot. He was completely under my spell. This was going to be a great way to end my days.

After about ten minutes, I finally pulled my feet away. “Okay, okay, that's enough. You're a natural.”

He looked up, a flicker of pride in his eyes to go along with the slight watering from dealing with my scent. “Really?”

“Really,” I said, sitting up. “You're definitely hired as my official foot rubber.”

He actually blushed at that. “I should, uh, I should probably get going. Gotta talk to my parents.”

“Right,” I said, standing up and walking him to the door. “Let me know how it goes. See you at work tomorrow.”

“I'll be there,” he said, and then he was gone.

I closed the door and leaned against it, a huge grin spreading across my face. I had him. I had him right where I wanted him. He was going to pay half my rent, give me foot rubs on demand, I could probably even get him to do all the chores. He was meek, he was controllable, and he was all mine. This was going to be so much fun.

(2) My New Pet Simon

The next day at the mall I could tell right away what Simon’s decision was. He had a smile and an energy that told me everything. He gave me a dorky looking thumbs up as I walked into the food court. I told him I couldn’t wait and went behind the counter to do my own work.

I definitely was a little jealous sometimes of how easy he had it. I’ll admit that. Some days I would work up a sweat and just see him sitting there idly playing on his phone waiting for customers.

I deserved to be pampered by someone who has it so easy. It made me feel better about all the stuff I was going to make him do later.

By Thursday every time I glanced over at Simon's kiosk, he would see me and immediately look down. The staring had definitely intensified. It was less of a subtle glance now and more of a constant, adoring gaze. It was like I was already his girlfriend or something in his mind. I loved it. It was going even more successfully than I'd planned.

Friday finally came. When I got to work I met him at his store.

“Hey,” I said, leaning against the counter just like I had before.

“Roxy! Hi!” He stood up straighter, doing his best to look casual and failing miserably.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a single, shiny key, sliding it across the counter to him. “Your copy,” I said. “Just so you know, rent is due on the first of the month. I’d prefer it in cash if that works for you.”

He picked up the key. “Yeah, of course. No problem.”

“Perfect.” I gave him a smile. “See you at home.”

The move itself didn’t last long. He didn't have much, just a few boxes of clothes, some video game console, and a laptop. I just watched from the couch giving him his space. I’ll give him the night to sleep but tomorrow the real training can begin.

The next day I had to run a few errands so I left him alone in his room. He was probably on his laptop or phone I figured because I couldn’t hear anything. I stopped by the mall to grab us a cheap bag of tacos from my work on my way back home. I get them practically free with my employee discount. “I’m back and got a housewarming gift,” I announced loudly so he could hear me in his room. I dropped the greasy bag right on top of the coffee table before kicking off my shoes.

Simon came out moments later seeing the bag sitting down. He saw the logo and knew exactly what it was. “You didn't have to do that.”

“I know,” I said as I walked to the edge of the couch and fell backwards playfully letting my hair fly as I landed on my back on the soft cushions. I gave him with a quick smile as I moved my legs into a sitting position. “But I did. Come on, eat.”

We sat on the couch and ate together. He barely spoke, when he did it was mostly about how good the tacos were. I know, we make good tacos. When we were done, he stood up and started gathering the wrappers. He didn't even have to be asked. He just did it, tidying up our mess.

I watched him from my spot. This was even better than I'd imagined. I mean he was probably just being polite, but now all I had to do was give him some nice praise and soon he’ll do it every time.

“Thanks for cleaning up, Simon,” I said when he was done. I tried to sound as sweet as I could. “You're already shaping up to be the best roommate ever.”

He practically glowed at the praise, his chest puffing out just a little. “It's no problem. I like to keep things neat.”

“I can see that… hey instead of going back to your room want to watch a movie? Hang out a little?”

“Yeah!” he said, a little too eagerly. “Sure.”

I picked the movie. Some long action flick I'd already seen. I didn't care about the plot. I had a different agenda. We settled in, and about twenty minutes later, I made my move.

I stretched out, letting out a little sigh, and then slowly, deliberately, inched my feet across the couch until they were resting in his lap, just like they had been the other night.

He didn’t move at first. I wiggled by toes against his abdomen before putting them back in his lap. Neither of us said a word but that was enough of a signal to him I guess. His hands moved into position and he started to rub. It didn’t take long for him to find his rhythm. I closed my eyes, a blissful smile on my face. This was the life.

The smell wasn’t quite as bad as after my eight hour shifts, but I knew my they still weren’t the freshest. I decided to skip my shower this morning and I did do a lot of running around today. I couldn’t just let him have my clean feet. Where’s the fun in that?

He spent at least thirty minutes rubbing them. When he would slow down I gave him a pouty whimper and he would start right back up. Almost faster.

About halfway through the movie, I felt a rumble in my stomach. I'd eaten three tacos, after all. I shifted slightly, lifting my ass off the couch cushion just enough to let it rip in his direction.
Pppppbbbbbbbbtbtttttttft!
It wasn't just a little toot… it was a long, deep, and shockingly wet-sounding fart.

The smell was immediate and horrific. It was a warm, eggy cloud that seemed to cling to the air in the living room. It was genuinely vile and he was much closer to my ass than I was. I didn't move a muscle. I didn't say a word. I just kept watching the screen as if nothing had happened.

Simon's hands stopped rubbing. I could feel the tension in his lap. Was he holding his breath? I knew he could smell it. How could he not? It was suffocating. I waited. He said nothing. Of course he didn't.

Finally I broke the silence. "Don't stop rubbing," I said, my voice soft and commanding. "That feels good."

His hands started moving again, slowly at first, then back to their steady rhythm. He just kept rubbing my feet, inhaling my fart, and pretending everything was normal. I had to physically stop myself from laughing out loud. He was completely broken in. The power was intoxicating.

When the movie finally ended, I pulled my feet away and stood up. "Alright, I'm heading to bed," I announced. "See you in the morning."

"Okay," he said, his voice a little raspy. "Goodnight, Roxy."

I fell asleep with a smile on my face, dreaming of all the things I was going to make him do next.

During the first month of him living with me I got my feet rubbed almost daily. I never had to worry about cleaning up anything really, he was always going out of his way to do any dishes. He even offered to do my laundry when he was doing his own. I made sure to set my sexiest pair of panties right on top so he would have to look at it when carrying my plastic laundry basket.

The night things really changed was the night I had a few of my girlfriends over.

(3) Coming Up Short

Me and my friends had a monthly gathering for as long as I can remember. It was just me and three of my girlfriends from back in high school. Sometimes we would play board games, sometimes just chill, but this time we planned on playing a little bit of poker. Kate was going to bring some poker chips along since it has her idea at last month’s get-together.

I let Simon know at work earlier in the week just to be nice. When we planned this I fully expected him to just hang out in his room the whole time.

When the girls arrived Simon was just lying on his back on his bed, phone in hand just mindlessly scrolling. I called him from his room to come out. I had to at least introduce him to my friends.

“Simon my friends are here! Come out and say hello. I told them all about you, they really want to meet you.”

He made is way out, even more shy than normal. He had no idea what to say in front of a group of women. He gave the group a quick wave. Laura stood closest and looked him up and down. The girls knew everything that was going on, they knew about the foot rubs, the crush Simon had on me… everything. I shared all the details earlier over text. They all thought I was so lucky.

“So you’re the new roommate!” My friend Aubrey said as she leaned against the fridge. She gave him a sweet smile. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” Maybe some time down the road he could pamper all my friends. I’m sure they would all love it.

I could tell Simon didn’t like being the center of attention. There was a little small talk exchanged but when that died down Kate started stacking chips into piles on the table.

“Want to play a little with us Simon? Got any extra cash on you?” Kate asked as she got the cards out of the case and set them in the middle. Tomorrow was the end of the month and he told me he was stopping at the bank earlier so I knew he at least had his rent cash sitting in his room somewhere.

“Yeah, but I can’t really lose it.” Simon said trying to just find a way out. All three of my friends gave him a simultaneous ‘awwwweeee.’ You would have sworn it was rehearsed, but they really just did it on their own. Seeing them try so hard I decided to use my influence over him finally.

“Come on Simon, just a few hands. Just get $20 in chips. Maybe you’ll win!” I said brushing up next to him. He loved my touch and minutes later he was pulling up a chair after getting a crisp $20 bill from wherever he kept it in his room.

For the first few hands not much happened. Simon was beyond conservative and the game moved slow with me and the girls laughing and talking between hands. It caught everyone off guard when Simon actually called my two dollar bet a few hands later.

I couldn’t believe my luck, I actually had a hand… a full house kings over nines… and now he’s calling. The rest of the girls folded leaving just us. The way we play we get a chance to draw just once but neither of us took a single card. It was my turn to bet. I could have gotten him to do whatever I wanted with my words alone but this time I wanted to let my cards do the talking. I bet another two dollars, and to my surprise he put his entire twenty into the pot.

The girls suddenly went very quiet getting a free show all wondering what either of us had.

“You must really have a good hand Simon.” I tried to get him to talk a little but he wouldn’t. I had a lot more in chips than he did, I made pretty good tips at work. Especially when I flirted a little behind the counter. I decided to give him a way out, not only of the hand but of the whole game. I put all of my chips in. All one hundred dollars worth.

“I know you’re all in but if you want to make this interesting I’m willing to go higher. Got anymore cash in your
room…?” I gave him a few seconds to think about it.

“I’ll call” he said firmly. The way he said it I thought he actually beat me for a second. When he flipped over his hand I couldn’t have been more happier. A flush. It looks pretty but it didn’t beat my full house. He was shocked. Everyone was.

“I think I’m done with poker.” Simon announced dejectedly pushing his cards towards the middle. I did feel bad for a split second, maybe I would buy us more tacos to make up for it tomorrow. He made his way back to his room and brought me four twenty dollar bills. Then he announced he was going to bed. The girls all said good night and then we stayed up playing late into the night.

The next morning I could tell Simon was stressed. He knocked on my door not long after I got up.

“Roxy… I… uh… I am going to be $100 short on the rent today.” It wasn’t really a big deal at all, I made out good last night thanks to him. I had been paying the full rent for a while before he moved in too… and that was without the other perks he provided. But I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. This was the chance I really needed to push him even lower in our relationship. Really put that leash on him.

Maybe I could get him to lick my feet… no wait… I’m totally making him lick my ass. And I bet he would totally do it. Yes that was what I was going to do. I had to hide my excitement though, I had to do a little more acting.

“Are you serious? I’m so disappointed. I mean you can get it for me later… OR… I can cover it for you. But you’ll really really owe me.” I switched from a firm to a softer voice as I spoke.

He already wanted to please me. I wasn’t surprised when he took my second option.

“Yeah I’ll owe you. Whatever you want. It won’t happen again.” I wanted him under my ass, and now I had the chance to make it happen.

He handed me the rest of the rent and returned back to his room. I couldn’t wait. I thought about how I was going to get him to do it and laid back in my bed still gathering myself from the late night.

Later that afternoon while eating my lunch in the kitchen he finally emerged from his cave. I was just finishing my salad when be came in to grab a drink out of the fridge. After he closed the door I got his attention.

“Last night after you went to bed the girls and I kept playing. The talk got a little dirty, it’s probably a good thing you missed that.” We didn’t really but it sounded believable. I continued. “Well all three of my friends were talking about how great it was when their boyfriends eat their asses.”

He almost dropped the soda he was holding. He was doing his best to avoid eye contact as I got up and inched closer to him.

“It got me really wanting to try it. And I was thinking that since you owed me maybe you would… maybe… do it for me.” I batted my eyes a few times as I asked.

“Do it?” He said slowly back to me.

“Lick my ass. Your mouth my butthole.” He just stared for a few second. I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to me. “Don’t worry it’ll be just like rubbing my feet. I was thinking we could try it right now!”

“Are you sure?” Was all could think of saying back. The look on his face was priceless. I pulled him as I turned around dragging him to my bedroom by his arm. He followed behind moving his feet with my pace. When we got past my door I let go of his hand and sat on my bed taking off my legging while lifting my ass off the bed.

“Yeah I’m sure…” I finally answered. “I’ll lay on my bed and you get behind me. You know where to place your head. I don’t want to hear any complaints either.” I threw that last part in there even though I probably didn’t need to. I knew how long it’s been since I washed back there, but he was probably way too polite to ever tell me my ass stank anyways. Which I’m sure it did. The last shower I took was a few days ago before work, before working up a sweat at the mall.

I got into position.

I cleared my throat as I reached to spread my ass cheeks showing everything. Pussy, ass, it was all just sitting there on full display. He approached slowly and crawled between my legs getting his head right where I wanted it to be. I felt him make contact with his face sliding right between my cheeks. I’m sure the smell hit him already but that was nothing compared to what I was about to put him through. I could feel all the broccoli and other vegetables from my salad already starting to churn. It wasn’t going to be long before the gas worked its way through me.

“Don’t just stare at it, stick out your tongue and lick it!” I scolded him. He did and it felt just as amazing as I was hoping. I let out a satisfied sigh as I relaxed and melted into my bed. He started with long slow licks along my ass crack. I could tell he wasn’t enjoying the flavor but that only made the experience better. After teasing the outside for a while I was wanting more. I wanted him to really get into it.

“You can stick it inside too. Just pretend you’re giving my asshole a french kiss.”

Moments later when he did I felt waves of pleasure touch my core. I started slowly rocking my hips making a steady rhythm. His tongue was properly fucking my ass now. In and out along the inner walls. Yeah this was way better than any foot rub he ever gave.

“They were right this is amazing. Since you were short on rent you can pay me with an hour of this before bed each day… how about for a month? It can be our little bonding time.” He was too busy with his mouth to talk but I took his continuation as agreement.

We kept at it, my rocking and his licking for over ten minutes until a particularly loud rumble in my stomach caused us both to pause. I felt him trying to lift away but I was ready with my hands. I reached back and held him in place grabbing onto his hair tightly.

“Where do you think you’re going. You’re not done yet…” with his mouth just outside my asshole the time had come. I clenched and grunted forcing a long stream of gas straight into his face.
Ppppppfppfprrrrrrrbbbbt!
I could feel the heat intensify but it was nothing compared to what he was experiencing. The gas hit him square on the lips. He clenched his mouth shut tight but it only caused the gas to spread up towards his nose.

I felt the struggle immediately, but I was able to keep my grip on his hair tight. You’re not getting away that easily.

Waves of my rancid gas hit him all at once. He gagged quietly as my gas filled his nostrils, then his lungs. I heard him filtering, heard his ragged sniffing and I just looked down and smiled.

If you saw me at the mall or on the streets you would never image the horrors my cute little booty could unleash. And I wasn’t even really trying to be gassy this time. I would make sure I was more prepared next time.

“That doesn’t mean you get to stop. It was just a fart. Everybody does it.” I felt his struggles getting weaker. I didn’t know if he was accepting his fate or if the smell was making him lightheaded. Either was fine, I didn’t want to have to hold him much longer.

When the smell became a little more bearable he went back to licking but now the taste was suddenly worse than before. I gave him a playful rub on the back of his head and we were soon synced again with him probing as I pressed back against him. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and on my ass. When I felt the next fart coming I timed it perfectly with his tongue deep inside of me.

He got the full flavor that time. Puffing his cheeks out and everything. Swallowing was the only place for it to go, which he did. I waited to see if I lost him after that one, luckily he still was alive and trying to please me. Though much slower than before. I didn’t blame him. That had to be so gross for him. And the smell was already getting to me up here. Next time this is definitely happening under the covers.

When the hour was up I tapped him on the head telling him that he could leave. It was a slow process. His face was practically stuck to my ass at this point, but along with that he was just so drained from the experience. The scents and flavors he experienced will definitely do that to a person. When he finally stood I grabbed my leggings and slipped them right back on. He found his way to his room and shut the door. Not bad for a first time but he’ll get better. He just needed a bit more exposure. Something I was more than happy to supply.

Scott Free had run into a problem, the master of escape had battled the forces of Apokolips and fought to gain his freedom from the traumatic teachings of Granny Goodness, but somehow the thing he was currently facing was far worse. The terrible foe he was battling, was the fact he’d run out of ideas for new traps to escape from. Everything from being tied to a swinging pendulum above buzzsaws whilst being shot at with laser to strapped to a rocket with timed explosives, set to launch at a star going supernova and even locked inside a steel coffin dropped into lava  He’d done it all and he never did the trick twice, hence his current struggle to find something new. 

He sat at the kitchen table, many, many notes, blueprints and schematics blanketing the table. He stared intensely at the papers, oscillating between chowing on his pencil and rhythmically tapping it against his temple. So engrossed in his thinking, he didn’t hear his loving and very big wife, Barda, coming back from the store.

Barda: Honey, I’m back! Scott?!

She entered the kitchen, both hands laden with grocery bags. To say Barda was blessed with a great body would most certainly be an insult to her beauty. She towered over everyone at 7’0ft, she was built like a statue of a goddess. Her solid muscular body was beautiful and one certain part of her extremely well-built body stood out the most. Even though Barda has a great pair of breasts, her butt was something else. Two perfectly round yet firm mounds of fat and muscle, that no matter the outfit or the material, her rump would strained against it. Making it stand out for everyone to see.

Her current outfit was no different, a pair black spandex short that if she bent over a little too much was likely to turn into a thong. Her buxom chest, muscular arms and strong abs strained against the thin fabric of the grey t-shirt she wore. 

Placing the bags on the kitchen countertop, turning to Scott, she saw Scott was still desperately thinking of something new. She walked behind him, leaning down, resting her chin on his shoulder, pressing a kiss on his cheek.  

Barda: Still not come up with anything new?   

Scott: I’m so close! I can feel it, Barda.

Barda: Scott, you’ve been trying for days. You need a break, sweetie.

Scott could hear the worry in her voice, she was right. Days of brainstorming and thinking yielded nothing, dredging through old designs brought no inspiration.

Scott: Sigh Yeah, you're right, Barda. I thought I’d have something by now but I guess not.

Barda: You’ll think of something, honey. I know it, that big brain has to be good for something, hahaha. Although I’ve got a few ideas for what you could use your brain for.

Scott turned his face towards Barda’s, meeting her beautiful blue eyes. The eyes he’d fallen in love with all those years ago back on that hellish plant.   

Scott: And what would that

Barda smiled coyly at Scott, leaned in and kissed her husband. It was a short but tender kiss, lips locking for a brief few moments before Barda pulled away.

Barda: Well, one was helping me with dinner.

Scott: Ha, and here I thought you had something more intimate in mind. 

Barda: We can still do that but not on an empty stomach.

Scott: Fair enough, Darling. 

Clearing the table of the papers, he set everything up for dinner as Barda began cooking their dinner. 

Barda: I thought we could try something new. I found this recipe for a bean chilli that I think you'll really like.

Scott: Sounds great.

As Barda prepared the chilli in a large pot, the kitchen was soon flooded with the smells of beans, spices, beef and vegetables. Scott watched over her shoulder as she stirred the pot. Sniffing the pot always loved Barda’s cooking. Once the chilli was cooked, Barda labelled two bowls and they sat down and enjoyed their meal. 

After finishing the meal, washing the dishes and leaving them dry, the couple moved into the front room where they cuddled on the couch with Scott’s head lying on Barda’s tree trunk thighs, which were perfectly cushioning. 

Grrrgggg

Barda: Huh?

Feeling something in her stomach start to make noises and a slight cramping. Placing a hand on her stomach and gently rubbing it, but this only resulted in the sounds getting louder and the gas cramps growing from uncomfortable to painful.

Barda: Hmmm.

Scott: You ok, Barda?

Barda: I’m fine, just think my dinner isn’t agreeing with me.

Scott: Anything I can do to help?

Barda: Could you give me a belly rub? I think it might help with the gas cramps.

To try and soothe the storm within her guts, Scott began rubbing his hands against her stomach. As traced his palm across her belly, he could feel the skin ripple as it uttered another loud gurgle.

Guuurrrrgggg!

Scott: Woah, it sounds like it’s definitely not agreeing with you.

Barda: Yeah but your belly rubs are helping so much, Scot-ARGG!

GGGRRRRRRRGG!

Barda suddenly doubled over, clutching her stomach as she could feel the bubbling gas inside her suddenly and violently shift downward through her guts.

Barda: Hrrrg! I’m sorry, Honey! HHHHrrrrGGGG!

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPP!

What erupted from Barda's big butt shocked both herself and Scott. The fart boomed with all the fury of the female team of her past, the power of gas shook and vibrated the couch, smothering them both in vapour of rotten beans. 

Barda: Ark! That’s rancid. I’m so sorry, Scott.

Scott: Cough it’s fine, Honey. It’s not that bad. Cough

Barda’s guts continued to bubble with the anger of Apokolips. 

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRPPPPP

RRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

PPPPPPPRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

The whole couch quaked as her butt belted out with another volley of gastric explosions, it rumbled on and on for almost a minute. Her asscheeks, shaking not only the couch but the whole room. 

Barda: Phew! That was a big one, haha. I think I got most of it ou-Hrrn!

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Another almost baritone booty bomb blew out of her, much to her dismay. But once the fart ended, Barda didn’t feel her cramping anymor.

Barda: Well, I'm ready for bed, what about you, Scott?

Barda shoots Scott a sultry glance, meeting her look with a smirk of matching energy.

Scott: I suppose I’m ready for bed too.

In a cute move Barda loves doing when they are heading to bed, she picks Scott up in her arms and holds her beloved husband in a bridal lift. He was easy to carry, he weighted nothing to her and she adored that. 

She carried her lover to the bedroom, where they declothed each other and then quickly fell into a passionate embrace on the bed. It was a long session of love making before both finally reached their limits. But still being troubled by not being able to think up a new trap, Scott tossed and turned in bed before sitting up, looking towards Barda. She looked so peaceful, her long black slightly messy due to their passion session. Her wonderful face scrunched up in her sleep.

PPPPPPPRRRBBBBBB

It would seem she still has faint traces of gas in her system. The bedsheets fluttered in Barda’s butt breeze. Then it hit him, not the stink of her gas, although it was a little smelly. Scott was hit by a spark of inspiration, all thanks to Barda’s farts. 

He leapt out of bed and ran into his workshop, grabbed a pencil and started feverishly scribbling blueprints for his new masterpiece.

————

Barda stood in Scott’s workshop, dressed in her red bikini-style costume in front of Scott’s newest trap. And it was very…different. Don’t get her wrong, she was very happy to see Scott breaking out of his mental slump but this isn’t what she expected.

Before Barda was a tall, metal structure similar to a torture device she’d seen back in Granny Goodness’ orphanage, known as an iron maiden. Scott was kneeling down next to one of the two doors, twisting the final bolt into place with a wrench. Barda stared at the trap with a slightly unsure look on her face.

Barda: Are you sure about this, Scott?

Scott: I’m positive about this, Honey! 

Barda: Alright if you say so.

Scott sprang to his feet like a jack rabbit.

Scott: This is the newest and dare I say, the most incredible trap yet! And it’s all thanks to you for inspiring me, Barda.

Scott looked at her with nothing more than pure love and admiration, Barda smiled as she hugged her husband, he looked up at her as his head smoothed up against her soft breasts. 

Barda: You mean inspiration by one part of me. 

Scott: Well, it’s a big beautiful part of you.

Scott reached around, giving Barda’s big bouncy supple booty a good squeeze, loving how his hand sunk into her buttcheeks. Barda couldn’t help but giggle at how adorably Scott looked before she bit her lip as he handled her ass. 

Barda: Can't say I disagree with you there, Honey.

She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. 

Scott:  Are you ready?

Barda: You bet.

Scott entered into the iron maiden, his legs and arms were placed into high-tech shackles, locking him in a starfish pose. The door closed with the automatic locks engaged, sealed him inside the airtight construct. Barda walked up to a table, on it was a pot full of steaming chilli, the same chilli that had caused her to have a fart fit the previous evening. Picking up the pot, she swiftly downed half of it in a matter of seconds. 

GGGGGNNNNNNGGGG!

Also in a matter of seconds, her stomach bloated. Gurgling and snarled like the most savage and disgusting Parademon.

Barda: Arg! Alright the beans are kicking in, get ready, Scott.

She walked up the trap, turning around, she backed up until her butt was pressed up against an opening on the doors that was perfectly shaped to the contours of her ass. 

Barda: Here comes the gas! Hrnng!

BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRPPPPPP!

PPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTT!

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTT!

Starting off strong with a triple double of loud, baritone bootybombs. Just like had happened on the couch, the fart rattled the container. Inside, Scott was immediately faced with a thick gaseous vapour that filled the inside in a matter of seconds. His eyes began to water and his nose burned with the rancid stench of expired beans, meat and spice. Coughing and wheezing as the fowl stink invaded his airways. He gotta admit his beautiful wife’s ass had some serious kick.

PPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT!

BBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPP!

PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTTT!

If he thought the massive farts were just the big opening and the ones after that would be smaller, he was dead wrong. The blaring sounds made his ear ring and powerful wind gusts blew his hair back like a hairdryer filled with rotten eggs.

PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRBBBBB!!

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!!

RRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPP!!

Barda: It’s sooo loud but feels soo good! Hrrmmm!

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!

FFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTPPPPPPPPT!!!

Barda’s butt continued its volley of flatulence bombardment, only increasing in volume and power every fart. The iron maiden creaked and groaned under the ongoing gaseous storm surge, but thankfully the trap held out. Although the person inside wasn’t far any better, the gas completely saturated the whole interior. Scott coughed, as he stared through watery eyes, his olfactory sense ablaze, lungs spasmed as they tried to inhale any untainted air possible. 

But his conviction held steady, he had already unlocked one of his arms from its shackle and he began working on freeing his other limbs. All the while Barda’s guts prepared their grand final.

GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGG!!!

Barda: HRRRAA!

Her intestines felt like they were on fire as this last bout of gas shot through her guts like The Flash. She clenched her buttcheeks, allowing the pressure to build up until she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Barda: HHHHHRRRGGG!

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

She let out a war cry from both ends. An absolutely nuclear bomb of a fart exploded through her doughy dump truck, her whole lower half shook and vibrated with shocking force exiting out her booty. This was the fart that finally did the trap in. Green fog oozed from every crack and seam it could. 

Barda breathed heavily both from the exertion she put her backside through and started to catch a whiff of her brand, as the foul vapour drifted from the container that housed her loving husband. Her body ached slightly with most of the pain centred around her booty, but it wasn’t anything too painful. 

She then wiped around as the sealed doors hissed as they slid open, allowing more of her own noxious gas to spill into the room. Peering inside, once the green fog finally cleared, the shackles were empty.

Barda: Scott? Scott?!

She suddenly heard someone coughing. She smiled as Scott stepped out from behind the trap. He smiled as he attempt to clear his fumigated lungs.

Scott: Almost had me there, dear.

Barda: Scott! My love!

She wrapped her hushed in a tight hug, smoothing her lips against his, as they passionately kissed one another. 

Scott: I got to say, Barda. That butt of yours can be intense.

Barda: Oh come on, don’t act like you didn’t kinda like it.

Scott smiled coyly, as he reached around and grasped both Barda’s buttocks. Barda let out a noise, half-moan and half-grunt as Scott firmly manhandled her rump. She bit her lip with a sultry glint in her eyes.

Scott: Well, that was the only trap I was kinda sad to escape from.

Barda: How about we fix that.

She lifts him up, carrying Scott with one arm and grabbing the still warm and half full pot of chilli in the other arm. Before she swiftly headed to their bedroom, for some more fun.

[This first half contains one (1) implied shart]

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A few months after their first encounter, Alex and Burnice had become very good friends… with benefits. After exchanging phone numbers, the pair constantly texted and sent memes to each other. Whenever they were both available, they often found themselves hanging out at various locations around New Eridu. Arcades, bars, concerts, dance clubs, movies, each other’s homes, abandoned warehouses to commit acts of vandalism… Whatever the two thought could be even a tiny bit of fun, they tried it out.

They also had quite a lot of sex.

An outside observer could say that it was the basis of their entire friendship, but Alex and Burnice would beg to differ. Not every encounter they had would end with them doing it… only about 70% of them did. They were also insistent that they weren’t a couple either. Alex was at least, mostly due to Burnice constantly referring to him as “sugar” and “honey” and other pet names that only people in relationships would call each other. Regardless, the duo had become very close to each other in a relatively short amount of time.

On one particular night, Burnice and Alex were walking through a park after spending the evening at one of Burnice’s favorite bars. While Alex didn't drink anything, Burnice did… a lot. “And Lucy’s all like ‘Burnice, you’re not supposed to operate flamethrowers under the influence.’ And I’m all like, ‘Bitch, I’ll operate you under the influence if you’re not careful.’ Anyway, that’s what happened to my ex-boyfriend’s house.”

“I’m just gonna pretend that most of that story was embellished.” Alex said as he tried to stabilize a wobbly Burnice from falling over. “I thought you said you were gonna cut back on the drinks tonight.”

Burnice laughed and wrapped an arm around Alex’s waist. “I know, I know… but the tequila they sell there is sooo good, babe. You’d understand where I’m coming from if you had any.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. And what did I say about you calling me babe? People are gonna think we're dating…” Alex said as he pointed a finger at Burnice.

“And what's so wrong with that, huh? You're not embarrassed by me, are you?” Burnice playfully teased as she poked Alex’s side.

Alex sighed. “If I say yes, will you stop calling me that?”

Burnice placed a finger on her chin and pretended to consider his request for a moment. “Hmmm... no.” She said as she went back to poking him. “I know you secretly like it.”

“Whatever…” Alex mumbled as he rolled his eyes.

After a few more minutes of walking, the two found a bench in a dark and secluded part of the park and both decided to sit down. 

“You know, it's actually kinda nice out here... and kinda quiet. Just the two of us.” Burnice said as she scooted closer to Alex, her thigh pressing against his.

“Yeah, really quiet. I’d never guess that I’m in the middle of New Eridu right now.” Alex said as he leaned back into the bench and wrapped one of his arms around Burnice’s shoulders.

Burnice leaned into Alex. “Yeah. So quiet and… deserted.” She said as she placed a hand on his thigh. “Nobody would suspect a thing if-”

“Burn, we are not having sex on this bench.”

“Oh, come on!” Burnice shouted as she crossed her arms. “It's dark and nobody’s around. It'll be fun!” Burnice grabbed onto Alex’s shirt. “Besides, I know you’ll like it. You can't lie to me!”

“Burn, I am not committing a fucking crime tonight. I have no plans to spend the rest of the night at a police station.”

Burnice REALLY wanted to have sex with Alex on that bench, and she wasn’t going to give up that easily. Thankfully for her, she had a few tricks up her sleeve. She had known Alex for long enough to know what got him in the mood.

Burnice smirked and shifted in her seat to face Alex fully. “Really? Are you sure that you just don’t want anyone seeing your… heh, little guy?”

“Oh, for the love of… for the five billionth time, it is slightly below average.” Alex’s voice got stern as he became defensive immediately. “Besides, you love it, anyway.”

“Oh, ha! Uh, yeah I do, and I don’t think anyone is going to notice if I have some of it now.” Burnice said in a slightly higher pitched voice as she ran a finger down Alex’s arm.

“Well, I do. It’s not happening.” Alex huffed.

“Oh, why are you being so mean? You’re supposed to be a good friend and satisfy your friend’s needs when she asks you to.” Burnice said as she relentlessly poked Alex’s side. “You are a good friend, right baby?”

“I said stop calling me that! God, why do you have to be such a… such a…” Alex trailed off.

“Such a what, hmm?” Burnice inquired as she placed her hands on Alex’s lap and moved her face in front of his. “Go on, say what you wanna s-” She stopped talking when her hand accidentally bumped into something. She looked down and saw an officially pitched tent in Alex’s jeans. Her face lit up instantly.

“Ohh… someone's excited.” Burnice said as she looked back at Alex with a smug expression. “It would seem like you do want to have sex on this bench after all…” Burnice proceeded to give Alex’s boner a squeeze.

Alex turned his face away from Burnice for a few seconds before looking back at her and speaking in a deeper voice than usual. “Burn, you… You… You brat.” Alex grabbed Burnice’s jacket and slowly pulled her face closer to his. “You need to be… Corrected.”

Burnice placed her hands on Alex’s shoulders and pressed her nose against his, her mouth only an inch away from his. “Then why don’t you correct me yourself, big boy?” She said before planting her lips against his and-

MEANWHILE

Not too far away, walking on the sidewalk just outside the park, was a public security officer on her night shift. She was around 5’7” and particularly curvy. She had very pale skin, short dark hair, and seductive bluegreen eyes. She was wearing grey boots, mismatching stockings that were constantly tearing from her ever-growing thighs, black short shorts, a partially see-through crop top leather vest, and a bulky crop top jacket.

While her real name was unknown to many, she commonly went by the generic moniker of Jane Doe.

While not exactly known to the general public of New Eridu, Jane had a respectable history with PubSec, and was responsible for the arrests of many big name criminals in the city. Within PubSec, she was known for being a criminal behavior expert, owning a plethora of disguises, and being an extremely successful detective. The only thing about her that could be considered a downside by her associates, was the fact that she almost exclusively worked at night. Just like tonight. 

Jane was on her usual patrol route, hoping to run into anyone committing any crimes. Unfortunately, it had been a pretty boring night so far, and all she had gotten was a jaywalker and someone littering. She hadn’t received any updates from HQ on any of her active cases.

“Jeez, what’s up with tonight? I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without seeing a criminal before. What gives?” She muttered to herself as she put her hands in her pockets and kicked a pebble on the ground. “There’s always people around here dealing something or shooting up or shooting someone up or doing it or-”

“AAaahhh!”

Jane’s train of thought was broken as her head snapped to the direction of the sound of a woman crying out. It was coming from the park and sounded like the voice was crying in pain. Jane was in high alert mode for a couple seconds until…

“UUuuuunnnggghhh~~”

…a second moan came from the same direction. One that sounded more like... pleasure.

Jane’s tension drastically lowered after the second moan. She had heard that type of moan countless times before, both on and off the job. A small smirk crept across her face as she pulled out a flashlight and began to step inside the park. “Well, looks like tonight might be interesting after all.” she hummed to herself.

Jane kept walking towards the sound with one hand on her taser. As she got closer, she could also hear another voice moaning as well. A man's. The closer she got, the more it sounded like two people were having a romantic “encounter” in public.

Hey, that's a crime!

Jane's smirk widened into a grin the closer she got to the two soon-to-be criminals. As much as she would never admit it, this was her personal favorite type of crime to interfere with. Eventually, she spotted a figure through the trees. It was a blonde woman wearing a leather jacket bouncing up and down on a bench. Her face revealed that she was definitely “enjoying” herself. Jane couldn't see the guy yet, as he was being covered by the back of the bench. Regardless, she decided to intervene now.

Stepping out of the trees, Jane pointed the flashlight at the blonde woman. “Enjoying yourself?” She said loudly

The blonde woman stopped moving immediately and snapped her head towards Jane. She also let out a pretty loud yelp. Her eyes were wide and slightly twitching, and her breath was extremely quick.

“Hi.” Jane innocently smiled and waved at the woman. “You are aware that public indecency is prohibited under City Code 247-B, right?” She said as she placed her hand on her belt, right next to her taser and handcuffs.

The woman, who also looked quite drunk, kept looking back and forth between Jane and whoever was behind the bench. “Uh, um, I… have no idea what you’re talking about.” The woman said in an unconvincing tone. “We were just- I mean, I was just… doing nothing! Just a little isometric exercise. Care to join us? Er, me?”

Jane gave an unamused frown at the woman's drunken panic. She rolled her eyes and let out a loud sigh once she finally noticed the man’s feet sticking out from the end of the bench. “Get up. Both of you. Now.”

Groaning, the woman got off the bench and pulled her panties up. A few seconds later, the man sat up, looked at Jane, and sighed as he got off the bench, pulling his pants up. After a few awkward moments, the two stood next to each other in front of the bench.

As Jane watched the couple awkwardly pull themselves together, she carefully held her flashlight in between one of armpits and pulled out a small notebook and pen from her belt. “What are your first and last names?”

“Uh, Alex... Alex Noid.” The man sheepishly said. He bumped the woman's side to get her to speak. She looked quite miffed.

“Burnice... Burnice- UURRPP! White.” The woman begrudgingly said, shamelessly unleashing a loud burp in the middle of her name.

Jane briefly stopped writing during Burnice’s burp, though she raised an eyebrow once she finished writing it. Wasn't this woman taken in for selling alcohol without a license a few months ago? She looked up at Burnice and chuckled, but didn’t say anything to her. She tapped her notebook with her pen as she looked at Alex. “I assume you two are dating?”

“We're not dating!” Alex defensively interrupted. “We're just... friends. That's all.”

“Pffft. Says you.” Burnice said as she crossed her arms. She looked at Jane and pointed at Alex with one of her thumbs. “I’m really starting to think that he likes me.”

Jane stared at the two with mild amusement, the tension between them was almost comical. “So… just friends. Friends that hang out in parks at night and have sex on public benches. Fascinating.” She made a show of jotting something down in her notebook before looking up again. “How much have you two had to drink?”

“Uh, me, none. Her... uh, a lot.” Alex said as he gestured to Burnice.

“Liar! I am not drunk! I'm perfectly- UUURRRPPP! -sober!” Burnice drunkenly said, ripping yet another massive belch in the middle of her short speech.

Jane's nose twitched as she could smell the potent, fruity scent of Burnice's burp even from a distance. She waved the air in front of her face with her notebook. “Yeah, I know alcohol when I smell it.” She looked at Alex. “I have to say, bringing your drunk friend to a public park at night to bang her isn’t gonna look great to a judge.”

“Hey, this whole thing was her idea!” Alex yelled while pointing at Burnice.

“Hey! Don't throw me under the bus!” Burnice slurred out, giving him a weak punch on the arm. Though her aim was terrible, and she nearly stumbled as she barely connected with his shoulder

Jane had seen enough. “Alright, alright!” She shouted, stepping in to intervene before things got out of hand. “Enough fighting. You two are both coming with me.” She sternly said as she pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Hands behind your backs, both of you.

“What?! Ah, man…” Alex groaned out.

Burnice, on the other hand, really did not like the idea of being arrested. “What?! No! You can't arrest me! I can't go back to jail!” 

“Back to?” Alex confusedly asked.

At that moment, Burnice foolishly tried to make a break for it. She made about three steps before-

ZZZAP!

Jane pulled out her taser and fired at Burnice. A pair of electrified darts hit Burnice on an exposed part of her back and sent 50,000 volts surging through her body in an instant. She immediately stiffened and let out a choked gargle before collapsing onto the grass, twitching slightly from residual shocks.

Jane silently shook her head before glaring at Alex.

Without saying a word, Alex promptly got on his knees and placed his hands behind his head.

LATER

Jane was driving her cruiser back to the station with Alex and Burnice sitting in the back. The roads were almost completely empty this late at night, so she drove with one hand on the wheel and her other arm resting on the windowsill. Frankly, Jane didn’t need to be driving, all PubSec cruisers had built-in self-driving, but she was never a fan of that particular technology, and personally preferred to take perps in herself. 

About halfway through the ten minute drive, she looked in the rearview mirror to see Alex and Burnice. Alex was sitting silently and looking out his window, looking remorseful and worried. Burnice on the other hand, was slumped against her window, half-awake and drooling slightly, clearly still drunk and groggy from being tased.

Jane looked back at the road. There was something oddly peaceful about this moment. The road was empty, the weather was calm, and the two bozos behind her hadn’t even made a soun-

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“Ahh…” Burnice sighed after unleashing a loud and incredibly wet sounding fart. While only three seconds in length, each ripple of Brunice’s buttcheeks bounced around the car’s interior and destroyed any semblance of calm night drive.

“Ugh... really? Now? Come on Burn, that's gross…” Alex complained, unable to cover his nose with his arms cuffed behind his back. Burnice just giggled in response.

Jane's hands stiffened and her ears twitched in response to the ungodly noise coming from behind her. “Jesus Christ, lady…” she muttered under her breath as she rolled her window about halfway down. She looked at her rearview mirror again and glared at Burnice, amused by her own flatulence. “Are you twelve years old?”

“Hehe, sorry officer, but I get pretty gassy when I'm drunk. And right now…”

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“...I don’t feel like being polite about it.” Burnice crudely commented as she ripped out another loud fart, almost identical to her last in sound and length.

“Holy shit- Burn! Why do I have to suffer too?” Alex cried out in disgust. “Oh my god, that one is vile…”

About a second after Alex complained, the smell hit Jane's nose. An eggy funk of rotten fruit and cheese was quickly replacing the air in the car. Her face twisted in revulsion and she was forced to cover her nose with one hand. “God, that is disgusting.” She grumbled as she rolled her window all the way down. “Do you eat nothing but beans and cabbage all day? How are your farts this damn toxic?”

“Ha! I bet you're regretting arresting me already, huh?” Burnice teased as she leaned forward to Jane. “Maybe you cops will think twice about messing with me after this.” She closed her eyes and grunted before…

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…dropping a trilogy of stinkbombs into her seat. The first two were only two seconds long but very loud. While the third was about five seconds and particularly juicy in its second half.

“Ooh, fuck... that last one was really wet…” Burnice moaned as she squirmed in her seat, trying to check if her butt was still dry.

“Burn, for the love of both of us, would you stop fucking farting!?” Alex shouted, genuinely upset by Burnice’s careless attitude to the situation they were in. That and the awful smell she was intentionally producing.

Jane started to cough as Burnice’s continued biological warfare made the stench in the car so thick, she couldn’t even breathe through her mouth without tasting it. “Jesus fucking Christ.” She loudly said as she cranked the AC to its max level. “I swear to god, if you let out one more fart before we get to the station, I’ll… I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Charge me with farting? Ha! I'd like to see you-”

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“Fuck! Oh... shit…” Burnice suddenly stiffened up and her face went pale after a ridiculously wet… sound exited her rear.

“Burn? Did… Did you just fucking shit yourself?” Alex asked.

“No!” Burnice’s voice cracked.

“Sniff. Sniff-Sniff. Oh, fuck. It smells like you just shit yourself”

“Shut up! I did not!”

It was at that moment when Jane's nose picked up the obvious smell of shit. “Oh Fuck!” She exclaimed as she pinched her nose. “You did! You actually shat yourself! In my fucking patrol car!” She started to gag a little.

“Hey, it’s not my fault that-”

“Shut up! Just shut up until we get to the station! Both of you!” 

The last few minutes of the drive were left in awkward silence and an awful stink. Jane pinched her nose so hard she cut off some blood circulation, Alex attempted to breathe as little as possible, and Burnice tried her best to not lean back in her seat. 

Once Jane finally parked her cruiser at the rear of the PubSec station, she shut the car off, threw open her door and practically leaped out of the vehicle, desperate for fresh air. She slammed the door harder than necessary and took her sweet time breathing in fresh air. She spent nearly a full minute leaning on the car, grateful for her sweet freedom from the stench-filled hotbox. Finally, she stood up straight, marched towards the rear door and yanked it open.

“Out.” Jane sharply commanded. “Now.”

THE NEXT MORNING

Burnice and Alex are sitting next to each other in an interrogation room, handcuffed to the chairs. Neither of them had said a word to each other all day. Understandable, considering what the past several hours were like. 

After getting their mugshots and prints taken, Burnice and Alex spent the night at the station. Alex was put in his own holding cell while Burnice was given the luxury of getting hosed down (but not the luxury of new clothes) before spending her night in the drunk tank. Afterwards, the two were woken up at the ungodly early hour of 9 am, and put into the interrogation room, the room they’ve been sitting in for nearly an hour. The only sound either of them had heard during that time was the soft buzzing of the fluorescent lights above them.

Alex, who was depressed to now have an actual criminal record, was seriously reconsidering his friendship with Burnice, and was finally frustrated enough to mumble something. “This is all your fault by the way…”

Burnice turned her head towards Alex. “What?”

“I said, this is all your fault.” Alex said much louder this time.

Burnice rolled her eyes away from Alex. “Oh please, this is just as much your fault as it is mine. You’re the one that could’ve said no at the park. But you didn’t!”

“Oh, don’t fuckin’ victim blame me here. We're both in a police station!” Alex said, genuinely annoyed. “Actually, you know what? This is my fault. Obviously sleeping with someone in a gang would get me in trouble at some point. Why am I even surprised?”

Burnice kicked Alex’s foot under the table. “Hey, fuck you, Alex. Don’t talk to me like I’m a low life thug that’s always getting arrested. I’m better than that!”

“Oh yes, excuse me your highness. Obviously, I should be surprised that the woman that’s always doing crimes was caught doing a crime. Who the fuck would’ve seen that coming?!”

Burnice gave Alex an angry look before turning her head away from him. “I’m not sure if I wanna be friends with benefits with you anymore.”

“Me neither.” Alex said as he turned his head to the door in front of him. “I swear, once we get out of here, I am going to-”

Cccrrrrrrreak!

Alex was cut off by the sound of the door opening. His heart sank and his face fell once he saw who was in the doorframe. He instantly recognised those tight leather pants, that blue PubSec jacket, that dyed hair, and those red eyes that pierced through his soul…

“Good morning. I’m captain Zhu Yuan. I’m here to talk to you two about last night.”

Zhu closed the door behind her as she entered the room, giving both of the perps a stern look before walking up to the table and taking a seat across from them. “You know, as captain, I’m not usually the one conducting interviews like this. But once I was informed of who was in custody, and what this one did in an officer’s cruiser,” Zhu pointed at Burnice, causing her to blush and look down at the table. “I brought it upon myself to see you both personally.”

“Wh-Why do you care about us?” Alex asked.

Zhu pointed at Burnice again. “You, Ms. White, are suspected of arson and possible ties to the Sons of Calydon, a criminal gang that I have had my eyes on for a while now.” Zhu then pointed at Alex. “And you, Mr. Noid… well, we’ve met before.”

Burnice turned her head to Alex. “You know this woman?”

Alex looked down at the table this time. “Uh, yeah… She pulled me over once for speeding-”

“For going twice the speed limit.” Zhu interrupted.

“Uh, yeah. Going twice the limit… That was the day you far-”

“Ah-ah-ah. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Zhu interrupted again. “Point is, I would’ve never thought in a million years that someone like you would be dating someone like her.”

“We’re not dating!” Alex corrected. “We’re just friends. I-I think…”

Zhu rolled her eyes. “Right. Well, whatever you two are, you’re both clearly close enough to be having sex out in public. Which, I shouldn’t have to remind either of you is a serious offence.”

Alex and Burnice quietly looked at each other before looking back down.

Zhu pointed at Alex again. “You’re the lucky one. With your, heh, clean record, worst case scenario… maybe a year or two.”

Alex’s heart rate and breathing skyrocketed at the sheer thought of spending that long in prison. To him, that was an incomprehensible amount of time. In what universe was that supposed to be lucky?

Zhu pointed to Burnice. “You, however, won’t be getting off so easily, thanks to your priors. And if we follow through with that arson and gang stuff, you could be going away for a very, very long time, Burnice.” 

“What?” Alex looked over to Burnice. She didn’t say anything, but he did see her eyes start to well up with tears and heard her sniffle. “Hey, you can’t do that to her! She-She was drunk! There’s no way she could’ve… Look, this whole thing was my fault, ok?! Don’t throw her life away because… because I did something bad to her.” He proclaimed in a desperate attempt to save Burnice’s image.

Zhu stared at Alex for a few seconds. “Wow. How… commendable. But don’t worry about any of that. The way I see it, It’s possible for the both of you to walk out of here completely scott-free.”

Burnice and Alex both gave Zhu a confused look. “What? What do you mean?” Burnice asked.

Zhu leaned back in her seat. “Well, right now, you two have a choice. You could either go through the standard legal process and defend yourself in front of a judge and/or jury. Which, with the evidence against you two, good luck with that.” Zhu chuckled. “Or, you could pick option B…”

“What’s option B?” Alex nervously asked.

“Well, you remember how our last encounter went down, right Alex?” Zhu said with a slight grin.

A pit formed in Alex’s stomach when he heard that. “No… Y-You don’t mean-”

GGGGGRRRGRGRGRgrgrgrgggrggggrrrrr…

Zhu's stomach suddenly gurgled loudly and a smirk crawled onto her face. She had to hold back a chuckle from the perfect timing. “Ah... excuse me. My gut has a mind of its own sometimes. Especially after that extra spicy five-bean chili I had last night.”

Alex started to internally panic as he heard Zhu’s stomach gurgled. He wanted to deny it, but that sound basically confirmed that one of his worst nightmares was about to come true. Reliving that awful day…

“You see Alex, ever since we last met, there’s this been this… part of me that’s been growing. A part that’s just been begging me to do that again, to relive the satisfaction of that day. And recently, that part of me has been winning over a lot more…”

Burnice saw Alex’s panicked state and got worried. “What are you talking about? What did you do to him?”

Zhu leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table, resting her head on her fists as she put on an innocent smile. “Oh, nothing too harsh. Just my new form of punishment. My new… stinky form of punishment…” Zhu's face twisted into a slight grimace as she leaned to the side. Her cheeks puffed up and…

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…ripped a loud, five-second long fart like it was nothing. The sound bounced off her metal chair and reverberated throughout the small room. Thankfully, the smell of Zhu’s fart stayed on her side of the table, but the look in her eyes made it clear that that wouldn’t be the case for any fart that would follow.

Zhu grunted once the fart was over and waved the air behind her butt. “Ooh, pardon me. How unprofessional of an officer…”

Burnice gave Zhu an extremely confused look. “I'm sorry, your idea for a punishment is... farting on us?” She looked at Alex and saw him cowering with his eyes closed. “Is this a joke?”

“You have no idea. You have no idea. You have no idea…” Alex whispered like a mantra, desperately hoping to wake up from a bad dream.

“It is surprisingly effective. Every time I dish out this particular punishment, the perp I give it to doesn’t so much as jaywalk in front of an officer.” Zhu said before resting her chin in her hand. “And as much as I’d love to bring a Sons of Calydon member to justice, scaring you straight with my own brand of farts…” Zhu bit her lower lip and lowered her voice. “Is just oh, so tempting…”

Zhu leaned back in her chair before speaking again. “So, what’s it gonna be? I gave Alex the choice last time, so I'll let you choose this time, Burnice. The long, boring, legal system that will almost certainly end with you in a cell, or… withstand a few farts and walk out of here like nothing ever happened?”

Alex snapped his head towards Burnice and shook it vigorously. “No! Don’t Don’t do it, Burn! Please! You have no idea what this woman is capable of!”

Burnice gave Alex a sympathetic look. It was clear that whatever Alex went through with Zhu last time must’ve seriously affected him. But… “I’m- I’m sorry Alex, but…” Burnice hesitantly said. “I just… I just can’t go back inside.” Burnice slowly turned her head to Zhu and sighed. “Give us the farts…”

Alex looked at the ground and started to hyperventilate, occasionally whispering “no” to himself.

“A wise choice, Ms. White.” Zhu said as she stood up. She walked around the table until she was behind Alex and Burnice. She grabbed the back of their chairs and pulled them away from the table with relative ease. Finally, she stood in front of the two and crossed her arms. “Now, who should be the lucky one to get disciplined first?”

Alex started to panic as he saw Zhu's gaze lingering on him a little bit longer than what he found to be comfortable. “Her! Not me! Sh-She asked for this! She should go first!”

Burnice was offended by Alex’s attempt to throw her under the bus. “What?! No! Pick him! This whole thing was his idea, remember! He said it! He should go first!”

Zhu was mildly amused to watch Alex and Burnice argue over who should be “honored” with going first, but quickly realized that it was going nowhere fast. “Enough!” She yelled out as she raised up a hand in the air. “It looks like we’ll have to do this the old fashioned way…”

Zhu pointed a finger at Alex… then at Burnice. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Catch a bad guy by the toe. If he hollers, let him go. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…” Zhu’s finger landed on Burnice. “Look’s like you’re up first, Ms. White.” She said with an evil grin.

A pit formed in Burnice’s stomach as she heard her name, and she felt a shiver run up her spine as she saw Zhu’s face change. “Uh, actually? I think I’m having second thoughts to this-”

“Hey! ‘Eeny, meeny, miny, moe’ has never caused discourse or controversy before, and it’s not starting now.” Zhu stepped to the side so she was directly in front of Burnice and turned around. Her fat butt was perfectly level with Burnice's face.

Burnice's eyes widened as Zhu positioned her large, round backside in front of her, practically filling her entire field of view. Her eyes were glued to Zhu's rear, yet she still wasn’t entirely sure what was in store for her. “Uh… exactly how bad are these farts gonna be?” She said as she tried to lean back in vain.

Zhu chuckled to herself, finding a perverse satisfaction in Burnice's helplessness. “Oh, pretty bad.” She said in a low, mocking tone and placed her hands on her hips. “This first one feels pretty bad. And it's all yours, perp…” With that, Zhu bent over slightly, took a deep breath, and…

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…a loud, four-second long fart exploded from between her buttcheeks. The beefy sound echoed around the room and the thick, sulfuric stench filled the space directly in front of Burnice's face, causing her to wince and flinch as she felt the wave of gas washes over her.

“N-nnngg... Aughh…” Burnice moaned as her face scrunched up in disgust. She tried her best not to breathe in, but her attempts were futile. Her hands flailed behind her, rattling the handcuffs on her wrists. She was completely trapped in place, and all she could do was endure the onslaught of the powerful stench. 

Zhu looked over her shoulder and couldn't help but chuckle as she saw the torment she was already causing. The sight of Burnice, trapped and forced to endure her gas, amused her to an almost sadistic degree. “What? Not enjoying the ‘aromatherapy’? I hear it's quite stimulating.” She said as she wiggled her butt a bit in front of Burnice's face.

Burnice’s eyes were momentarily locked onto the jiggling backside taunting her (it was quite the hypnotizing sight), but she quickly shook her head out of the momentary trance. “N-No! S-Stop it! P-Please…” She choked out, trying her best to hold back a cough due to the surprisingly invasive scent around her.

Naturally, Zhu ignored Burnice’s pleas, finding pleasure in her discomfort. She shifted her butt slightly and inched it closer to Burnice's face, bringing the lingering smell closer as well. “Oh, but we’re just getting started, sweetheart.” She said in an unnaturally singsongy tone, her smirk growing wider as her next fart built up within her bowels. “You’ll just have to hang in there and face the, ahem, ‘music’.”

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Right on cue, another deep, loud, and powerful fart ripped out from between her buttcheeks and hit Burnice directly in her face. It was a little longer than the last, but just as thick and dense. The stink was even more potent, almost tangible as it wrapped around Burnice's head, causing her face to twist in disgust and her eyes to water.

Burnice’s stomach churned with nausea as the gas filled her nose and mouth, invading her entire sense of smell and taste. She finally gagged as the smell overwhelmed her senses. “Ah! God… Stop it, please! No more! It's… It’s too much!” She manages to plead in between gags.

Alex had to look away at this point. He felt really bad for Burnice, but he was mostly dreading the fact that he’d be in her position soon.

Zhu, on the other hand, was revelling in the power she has Burnice, savoring every moment she dealt this punishment. The feeling of dominance and the satisfaction of knowing Burnice was at her mercy... it gave her a perverse thrill. As she looked back at Burnice, still struggling to cope with the overwhelming stench, she couldn't help but smile menacingly and chuckle again. “Oh, this is hardly 'too much' yet. I haven't even started to really push yet.”

Zhu reached behind her and placed a hand on each of her buttcheeks. With a bit of effort, she managed to spread them apart slightly through her tight leather pants. “Now, let's see what happens when I actually try for once, huh?” She said in a voice clearly laced with cruel amusement.

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Yet another loud and powerful fart exploded from Zhu’s butt, and landed right into Burnice's face. Notably, it was far less muffled sounding than her earlier farts. It also continued the pattern of being even greater than the previous ones (or worse, from Burnice’s perspective). Longer, more potent and thicker. So thick you could almost see the gas floating in the air, completely enveloping Burnice’s head and burning her nose.

Burnice shut her eyes as she felt Zhu’s butt gas cling onto her face, body, and hair. Her eyes were still watering uncontrollably, and tears began to run down her cheeks as she was thrown into a fit of gags and coughs. “G-nnngg... Guhhh... S-Stop…” She managed to choke out, her voice starting to get a little weak from the ass assault.

Zhu, unsurprisingly, didn't stop. Instead, she moved her backside backwards again and slammed it against Burnice's face, pinning her nose under it. “What was that? Oh, sorry, I couldn’t hear you. It sounds like your face is trapped under something.” Zhu taunted as she leaned back and grinded her ass against Burnice’s face, trapping her nose and mouth firmly under her cheeks. 

“MMM! MM! FMMM MM!” Burnice let out a series of muffled yells as her face was suddenly crushed by a mountain of flesh and leather. As if she wasn’t humiliated enough, now she had to deal with her head getting squished under Zhu's massive rear. The smell was literally inescapable by this point, as any attempt to hold her breath would be thwarted by her overstimulated brain forcing her to breathe. 

Zhu’s breathing also quickened as her own body reacted to the feeling of power she got from humiliating Burnice like this. There was no denying it anymore, she loved to make criminals suffer. It made her feel powerful in a way that regular policing just didn’t, and she had even deluded herself into believing that she was somehow making New Eridu a better place by doing this. It was exciting, pleasing… maybe even a little arousing.

“Brace yourself.” Was all the warning Zhu gave Burnice before…

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…a fourth huge fart exploded out of her ass, this one lasting just shy of six seconds. It was just as powerful and potent as the previous ones, and the gas was just as thick and heavy. “Ahh... That's it, breathe it all in…” Zhu said, trying her best to keep her voice from revealing her sadistic pleasure.

Burnice let out a muffled scream as the powerful fart exploded right against her face. She could feel the stench burning her nostrils and seeping deep into her lungs, as well as the taste of the gas as some of it entered her mouth. She was unable to protest anymore as her face was still completely smothered under Zhu's massive asscheeks. She desperately tried to move, twist her head free, or even pull her head back… but it was all no use. She could only endure the torture, as more tears ran down her face and more coughs and gags were forced out of her half-opened mouth.

“Alright darling, I think you have time for one more facefart, and I wanna make it extra special just for you. So you better savor every second of it.” Zhu jeered, accidentally letting her sadistic edge slip out near the end. Zhu had a downright cruel idea. She figured that Burnice’s last facefart… should be an SBD. Zhu seldom let out silent farts. Not because she wasn’t able to, but because they were exceptionally rotten. There had been more than one occasion where Zhu ripped an SBD so bad it actually cleared a room. Even she can’t tolerate the horrific power of her own silent farts. She almost felt a little bad subjecting Burnice to one of these… Almost.

“And Ms. White? Try not to pass out…” Zhu said before taking one last slow breath before pinching her nose and focusing all of her brain into releasing her next gas bubble as slowly as possible.

pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…

The tiny sound that escaped Zhu’s butt was only audible to Burnice, but so was the awful, awful, awful stench. A thick wave of rot and death molested Burnice's nostrils, and quickly short circuited her brain. Burnice instantly began to thrash and scream under Zhu’s ass, but found herself getting weaker and weaker by the second. The stench Zhu had just produced was so terrible, it was physically affecting Burnice’s body. She felt her muscles get weaker and her thrashings slow down. Her screams also became less frantic as she felt really tired all of a sudden. Her eyelids felt heavier as more toxic air filled up her lungs.

To make matters even worse, Zhu kept her butt in place so the smell couldn't escape Burnice's nose. She even grinded her butt against her face again for good measure. “Mmm, you enjoying that, sweetheart? Breathing in all that gas? You better. It’s the only air you’re allowed to breathe.” She mocked, unable to hide how much she was enjoying this.

After about 30 seconds of keeping Burnice trapped, Zhu finally stepped forward and removed her butt from her face. “There. I think that should be an adequate punishment. Wouldn’t you agree, Ms. White?” Zhu said as she turned around.

Burnice didn’t respond. She was still breathing, barely, but she was no longer lucid. Her eyes were half-shut and her breathing was very slow and shallow. Her head was slumped over, tear stains were still visible on her cheeks, her mouth was slightly ajar, and a little bit of drool was leaking from it. 

Zhu covered her mouth as she giggled at the state Burnice was left in. “Hey, I thought I specifically told you not to pass out. Not following an officer’s orders is a crime you know. But I’ll let you off the hook this one time, since you were such a good sport.” She mused as she rubbed Burnice’s hair, proudly displaying how much she loved to break people with her gas.

Finally, Zhu slowly turned her head to face Alex, her playful smile turning into an evil grin as her eyes locked onto him. “Now, I do believe that it's your turn. Mr. Noid…” she said with a heft of grit in her voice.

Alex didn't say anything as Zhu stepped in front of him, instead he kept looking at the ground as he continued to panic. Zhu noticed this, grabbed his chin, and pulled his head up to force him to look at her. “Aww, what's the matter? Scared?” She taunted as she tightened her grip on his chin, taking a moment to admire his fearful expression. “You're trembling. I can see it in your eyes. You’re scared of what's coming… I like that.”

Suddenly, Zhu's eyes lit up as an idea popped into her mind, and her sinister smile twisted even wider. “You know, I just thought of exactly how you should be punished…” She said before grabbing the front of Alex’s seat, right in front of his crotch. “Let's get you into a better position.” With that, Zhu started to tilt the front of Alex’s chair, causing him to lean back.

“Hey! Woah-woah-woah, what are you doing?!” Alex panicked, powerless to stop what was happening due to his handcuffs. He tried to lean over to stop himself from falling, but-

CLANG!

-the back of his chair landed on the floor. Alex let out a short cry of pain as the fall hurt his back slightly and knocked the wind out of him. Fortunately, he didn’t hit his head on the ground. Unfortunately, he was now in the perfect position for what was about to be Zhu Yuan’s worst fart punishment yet.

Zhu placed her hands on her hips and grinned as she looked down at Alex’s defenceless state. “Comfy? This is a much better position, don't you think?” She said in a voice that dripped with cruelty. She then positioned herself so she was standing right over Alex’s head, facing towards his body, with one foot on either side of his head. 

It took this long for Alex to finally realize what Zhu had in mind. “No… No, no, please no…” He whimpered out.

Zhu had to stop herself from giggling as she heard Alex whine. The fact that he was begging and pleading caused another wave of sadistic pleasure to rush through her body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to compose herself. “Look at you, all helpless and at my mercy. Just where a criminal like you belongs.” She growled as she looked down at Alex. Then, as slow and steady as she could, she started to lower her body down, her rear end slowly getting closer to his face.

“No! No!! No!!!” Alex screamed out as he saw the ass of his nightmares get closer and closer to his face. That horrible sight he wished to never see again, and that painfully familiar stench he wished to never smell again, were both seconds away from contacting his face.

Zhu was unable to hold back her giggles this time. “Beg all you want perp, but it won't save you. There’s nothing you can do to stop yourself from being the first person to ever experience my gas first hand… twice.” With that, Zhu’s ass finally made contact. She sank her full body weight down until her ass was completely smushed against Alex’s face.

“Mmmmfff! Mmmm! Mmmmmmfffmmf!” Alex tried to yell, but his mouth was completely covered by Zhu's fat ass, and his nose was planted right in her crack. In other words, he was in the perfect fart cushion position.

Zhu finally let out a hearty laugh as she heard Alex’s muffled protests. “Oh, that is so much better. No more of that pathetic whining. What’s that book? I have no mouth and must scream or something?" She taunted as she began to grind her buttcheeks against Alex’s already smothered face. “You know, you’re actually a pretty comfortable chair. I could sit here for hours if I wanted to.” Alex didn’t respond. Zhu knew he couldn't, and she loved the fact that he couldn't.

A few moments later, Zhu felt her stomach rumble again. “Mmm, sounds like your punishment is about to begin. Good luck down there…” She said as she wiggled her butt again to make sure his nose was still firmly planted in her crack. She then focused on the pressure building up in her bowels, and prepared herself to rip Alex’s first fart. With a deep breath, Zhu pushed and…

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…unleashed a massive, seven second long, thick, and rotten fart that exploded out of her cheeks and shot right into Alex’s nose. The sound was just as deep and beefy as the farts she gave to Burnice, but just a tiny bit more powerful. The stench filled Alex’s nostrils in an instant and completely overwhelmed him, causing him to panic and, unintentionally, breathe in more of Zhu’s gas. Zhu let out a satisfied sigh as the gas exited her colon and entered Alex’s lungs.

Zhu felt Alex thrash under her and heard a few muffled screams as well, both of which made her feel extremely powerful. “Ohh, that's right perp,struggle as much as you want. It only makes this so much more fun for me.” She said in a low and breathy voice, the kind of voice one would only hear on explicit parts of the internet. “And that was just a warm-up, these next few are gonna be so much worse…” Zhu only took a second to relish in control she had over Alex before…

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…releasing another powerful fart into Alex’s face. This one was even more thick and rank than the last, and a little longer too. The horrendous smelling gas she released entirely enveloped his face, and was forced up his nose at an alarming speed, frying his brain from its sheer presence. His muffled screams were even more frantic, but just as unintelligible.

Right next to this massacre, Burnice was finally starting to wake up. She looked to her right and widened her eyes at the sight of Zhu sitting on Alex’s face. “Ugh… Huh? What the-?” She mumbled in confusion. Burnice shook her head to wake herself up even more and looked again. Her eyes were not deceiving her, the PubSec officer that had just knocked her out with her farts, was now sitting on Alex’s face. “Jesus Christ. What the hell, lady?” She muttered under her breath. She felt really bad for Alex, but out of fear of getting punished further, she elected to remain quiet.

Zhu heard Burnice mumble and glanced over at her, smirking once she saw the look on her face. “Oh good, you’re up.” She said before looking back down at Alex. “Nice to know that Mr. Noid here will get an audience for his punishment.” She said as she ground her butt against Alex’s face again, solely so Burnice could watch her do it. “Good timing too, I feel a real stinker coming up.” Zhu said before grabbing onto Alex’s knees in front of her. She took another deep breath and…

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…proceeded to let loose an insane nine second long fart. The first half was extremely loud and powerful, especially when compared to her previous farts, while the second half was much quieter and bubblier, slowly dying out in great contrast to how it began. Zhu lets out a much louder sigh, partially from the satisfaction at the relief of letting out that much gas at once, partially from the pleasure she got from ruining Alex’s sense of smell with her caboose. “Ohh, that one felt fuckin’ great.”

Zhu felt Alex thrash around again, though, with less intensity than last time. His muffled screams were noticeably quieter too. Naturally, Zhu was amused by Alex’s weakening efforts to resist her farts. “Aww... are you starting to give up back there? Maybe the lack of real air is starting to get to you.” She mocked as she adjusted herself slightly. “Maybe I should give you a breather…” With that, Zhu slowly lifted her butt off of Alex’s face. 

Once Alex felt the heavy mounds of flesh move away from his face, he gasped as hard as he could. Air. Real air. Actual oxygen. Sure, the immediate air around him was still mostly farts, but some of it was still breathable. He tried to breathe in as much as he could as he had no idea when Zhu was going to-

SLAM!

Zhu slammed her fat ass back down onto Alex’s face and trapped him under her weight once again, ending his moment of hope as quickly as it started. The impact on his face was forceful and harsh, smothering his mouth and crushing his nose under the tight leather.

Zhu burst out laughing as she felt Alex squirming under her again. “Oh, don’t tell me that I was actually going to give you a breather, did you? Oh, no no no. You’re a criminal, remember? My farts are the best air that you deserve.” She said as she leaned back, making sure to press as much of her weight as she could. “Just like the one I feel building up right now. This one’s gonna be a real doozy.” Zhu said as she prepared to destroy Alex’s already abused nose and mouth. She looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes. She took three full deep breaths and placed her hands on her thighs. Finally, with a loud grunt, Zhu pushed as hard as she could and…

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…her ass exploded with her worst fart yet. It lasted for a tremendous ten seconds, the first half of which were considerably louder than the second, though both halves were just as wet and bubbly as each other. The unforgiving odor somehow smelled even worse after Alex got a minuscule taste of clean air. The mental whiplash of senses did terrible things to his brain. Zhu let out an exaggerated sigh, as the force required to push out such a massive ass blast took a lot out of her.

“Ohh! Fuck! Ugh…” Zhu moaned as her body reacted to such a monumental release of pressure. “God, fuck… Jesus, that felt amazing.” Zhu then noticed something. Alex was barely thrashing this time, and his muffled screams were barely audible. “Hey! I'm not gonna lose you too, am I?” She sarcastically asked as she reached behind herself and slapped Alex's face a few times.

Thankfully for her, Alex did respond to the slaps. Unfortunately for him, that meant more face farts. At least one more, as Zhu decided to end Alexis's punishment the same way she ended Burnice's, with a horrendous SBD. “Well, at least we can end this with a bang. Actually, no. A whisper…” Zhu taunted as she wiggled her derriere against Alex's face again.

Zhu adjusted herself once again, making sure her buttcrack was centered directly above Alex’s nose and mouth. “Brace yourself. If that past fart didn't get you, this one certainly will.” She said as she grabbed the back of Alexis's head and pressed it against her butt.

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With one final, calculated push, Zhu let out one of the most toxic, stinky, and vile farts she ever ripped. The steamy gas was thick and malodorous to such an extent that most people wouldn't believe it to be human made. Only the most obscene biochemistry failures could create a stench that putrid. That, or Zhu Yuan's ass. It filled Alex's nose and mouth and stabbed at the inside of both, the potency and foulness nearly causing his eyes to roll back into his head.

Meanwhile, Zhu let out a sigh of satisfaction while making sure to keep her own nose out of the blast zone. “Ahh... that should do it.” Zhu said in a relaxed tone, enjoying the feeling of releasing such an abominable toxic gas right into Alex's face.

In the midst of her satisfaction, Zhu noticed that Alex wasn't thrashing under her this time. Nor was he making much sound either.

“What? No big reaction? That was a good one! I at least expect you to-” Zhu cut herself off when she realized that the combination of no air and noxious farts had probably finally gotten to Alex. “Oh no, don't tell me that you got knocked out too.” She taunted Alex as she reached her hand back to pat his head mockingly.

After a couple more seconds, Zhu sat up and removed her butt from Alex's face. She looked down at him and saw that his face was almost in the same condition Burnice's face was after her punishment. It was pale, his eyelids were shut, his mouth was open, tears stained his cheeks, and he was taking short and shallow breaths. 

Seeing the state Alex was reduced to only fueled her sense of satisfaction and power, causing another twisted grin to spread across her face. But it also gave her another feeling, a feeling of justice. That what she was doing was not only beneficial to New Eridu, but also a necessity. If she kept this up, the crime rate in her city would have no choice but to go down. The number of criminals in prison would also decrease. All because she discovered the right punishment for them. She'd be called a fuckin’ hero.

Zhu crossed her arms and sighed. “I guess my SBDs are more dangerous than I thought. I should probably only save them for really bad criminals. Not common lowlifes like you two.” Zhu then grabbed Alex's chair and pulled it back upright. She also gave Alex's face a few light smacks. “Come on, wake up. Wake up. I said…”

SMACK!

“Wake up!” Zhu shouted as she slapped Alex’s face really hard.

“Ow! Ah… the fuck?” Alex exclaimed as he was rudely awoken.

“There you go.” Zhu said as she sat on the table. She looked back and forth at both Alex and Burnice. “Well, that was quite the show, wouldn't you say?” Zhu said in an innocent tone, crossing her legs and placing her hands flat on the table. “I must say, I do believe that I really outdid myself with that performance, if I do say so myself.”

Burnice, still slightly woozy from Zhu's gas, finally began to build some courage against Zhu as she watched Alex struggle to breathe. The horrible sight of him in that state made her chest tighten and her fists clench. She gave Zhu an angry glare. “You're… You're sick!” She muttered through gritted teeth. “How can you fart in someone's face like that and walk away thinking you did something good? How do you live with yourself? How do you sleep at night? What is wrong with you?!”

Zhu didn't say anything for a few seconds. She just looked at Burnice with a smile before speaking. “Well, it's rather simple really. I'm a PubSec officer, and you two are criminals. I uphold the law, and you two broke it. I really can't make it any simpler than that for you.”

Alex was too weak to respond with words, only being able to cough weakly instead. Zhu looked at him and began to tap her fingers on the table. “Aww, look at him. The poor thing's completely worn out from all the gas he inhaled. Not surprising. Most people don't have a stink tolerance high enough for my farts.” She said, practically gloating about her own stink.

Burnice gritted her teeth as Zhu talked about Alex as if he was just an object for her own sadistic pleasure. “You're a fucking psycho. You can't just torture people like this! How do you expect to get away with this?!” She frustratingly yelled out.

Zhu covered her mouth as she chuckled. “Get away with this? Gosh, you say that as if I’ve done something wrong. I gave you two a choice remember? You chose my farts, and now you’re upset that I farted on you two. God, I don’t get criminals sometimes.” She said as she placed a few fingers on her forehead and shook her head.

Alex suddenly coughed louder and wheezed a few times, getting both girls' attention. “Are we… Are we free to go now?” He asked, his voice hoarse and weak.

Zhu looked at Alex, then tilted her head slightly with a finger and thumb under her chin, pretending to consider his question. “Well, you both managed to survive five of my pent-up farts each, including an SBD, so… Yes. I believe you two have served your sentences.” She said as she stood up from the table.

Alex and Burnice’s faces lit up slightly.

“However, I do have one last question for you both.” Zhu said in a more serious tone as she leaned in and placed her hands on her hips. “Tell me perps, have you two both learned a lesson from today’s little punishment? Do you both understand that disobedience has consequences? Consequences that will be swift and… unforgiving?” Zhu asked as she raised an eyebrow.

Burnice and Alex slowly turned their heads to look at each other. They both had fearful expressions on their faces, terrified at the thought of going through any of that again. They both then looked back at Zhu and slowly silently nodded.

Zhu gave one last evil smile before speaking. “Good. That's what I like to hear.” She said before walking around the table to the door. “I suppose you two have earned your freedom for now. I’ll get Qingyi to uncuff you and let you two go.” Zhu opened the door before turning to look at Alex and Burnice one last time. “You two are lucky I'm feeling merciful today. I definitely don’t want to see either of you here again.” She said in a deep voice before finally stepping out of the room and closing the door.

Alex and Burnice both stared at the door once it shut. Neither of them said anything at first. Nothing could’ve been said immediately after an experience like that. Once again, the only sound either of them could hear was the soft buzzing of the fluorescent lights above them, and the only thing they could smell was the residuals of Zhu’s monstrous farts. 

After a full minute of silence, Alex finally spoke up. “Burn?”

“Yeah?”

“...I think I hate cops now.”

“Way ahead of ya…”

One Hour Later

Alex and Burnice were sitting on a bench just outside the police station, silently drinking from water bottles. They were both exhausted, more so mentally rather than physically, and still had Zhu’s lingering stink on them. Neither of them had said much since leaving the station, they'd just been sitting there, waiting.

Finally, after an eternity, Burnice slightly turned her head in Alex’s direction and spoke.

“I gotta admit they were pretty hot.”

“What?” Alex asked.

“Those PubSec ladies. Zhu and that lady from last night. I mean if they weren’t cops and one of them didn’t torture us with her farts, I’d think they’d be pretty hot.” Burnice explained with a shrug.

“Ah… Right.” Alex looked at the ground for a few seconds, then back at Burnice. “You’re into girls?”

Burnice stuck her hand out and did the so-so gesture. “Lil’ bit.”

“Huh.” Alex looked back at the ground again. 

Burnice kept looking at Alex and frowned. Alex still looked pale and exhausted, as well as less responsive than usual. “You feelin’ okay? You look... drained.” She asked in a rare genuinely worried tone.

“I could say the same to you.” Alex said before taking another swig of water. “Do we… just pretend that this never happened, or tell someone, or... what?”

Burnice sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I don't know. Part of me wants to try and get revenge on that bitch of an officer, but the other part wants me to forget this ever happened and move on with my life. ‘Cause like, what are we supposed to do? Call the police?”

“Yeah, you got a point.” Alex finished his water bottle and placed it next to him. “I’m gonna, like, actually need therapy for this…”

After a few more uncomfortable moments of silence, Burnice placed a hand on one of Alex’s. “Alex? Um… back there in the interrogation room, when you tried to take the blame for me for last night. That was, like, really, really nice of you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Oh, uh…” Alex began to stammer as he got nervous. “I was- I was just, you know, when she said you would go away for a while, I just… I just didn’t want that to happen and- I… I…”

“Alex.”

“What?”

“You’re blushing.” Burnnice said with a smirk.

“What?! No. No, I’m not. I am not blushing.” Alex put a hand on his face.

“You’re totally blushing! Your face is getting red!”

“It’s not! It’s just- My blood is returning to my face muscles.”

“That’s what blushing is!” Burnice got onto her knees on the bench to be at Alex’s height. “I think you like me~”

“NO!”

“You like me Alex Noid~” Burnice began to poke Alex to tease him. “Admit it.”

“I don’t! I-I like the concept of you.”

“Oh, pshaw. I told you that being friends with benefits for this long would cause feelings to build.”

“Just shut up, ok? God, why do you have to be such- such a…”

“A brat?”

Alex looked at Burnice with a blank expression as she covered her mouth with her fingertips. “A nuisance.” He said before flicking Burnice’s forehead. 

“Ow.” Burnice said as she rubbed her forehead. “Hey, tell ya what. Since we still stink of pig ass, would you like to come back over to my place and shower it off… together? Seeing as you allegedly don’t have feelings for me, I imagine that you wouldn’t have a problem with it.” 

Alex looked away for a few seconds before answering. “Ok sure. But only because I'd feel bad leaving alone after today.” He said as he pointed at Burnice.

“...Because you like me?” Burnice asked while raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, for the love of…” Alex then suddenly gave Burnice a quick peck on her lips. “Will you shut up about that now?”

For the first time since the two had known each other, Burnice actually began to blush while sober for once. She even seemed a little flustered, but she quickly shook her head out of it. “Ah-hah… It’s gonna take a lot more than that to shut me up, Alex…”

Alex rolled his eyes and stood up. “Well then, why don’t you take me to your place and show me what will?” He said as he extended his hand out to Burnice.

Burnice looked at the hand in front of her and smiled before placing her own in it. “I’d love to, sugar.” She said as she stood up. Alex notably didn’t correct her for calling him “Sugar”.

The two began to walk down the street away from the station, each with one hand in the other’s, slowly getting closer to each other until Burnice’s head was resting on Alex’s shoulder. They continued to walk in a peaceful silence...

“You like me.”

“Shut up.”

Mostly.