By: causticblast
The moment the boat pulled into the docks at Ginger Island, its passengers eagerly bounded down the gangplank and set their feet on the sun-scorched sand. Today, three townsfolk from Pelican Town had spontaneously decided to take an excursion to the warm beach in place of their weekly exercise routines. Jodi, Robin, and Caroline had been talking about taking a “girls’ trip” all together for weeks now, but this was the first time they could finally make it happen. As they changed into their bathing suits in the small changing room on the shore, their chatter filled the wooden shack-like structure.
Unbeknownst to each other, however, the three women were not so carefree as they seemed. Each one could feel a pounding pressure in her stomach, guts churning with her own high-octane flatulence since breakfast. The pangs of swollen gas were unmistakable, and to these three in particular, they were a very familiar sensation. Of course, none of them were willing to let the others know about their gassy predicament; yet at the same time, the pressure threatened to overwhelm them soon, and they weren’t quite sure what they could do about it. Behind placid smiles were turbulent undercurrents, and in the privacy of their own minds, the burgeoning weight of their bloated intestines hung heavy in the background.
But for the time being, on the outside, they were just three tired moms in need of a break from their day to day lives. Ignoring their independently brewing guts full of farts, they did their best to enjoy one another’s company.
“I’m just glad to be out of that dreary rain in the Valley,” Jodi said as she pulled her sweater off.
Caroline began undoing her dress as well, setting it down on the wooden bench in the middle. “The weather is definitely getting chilly,” she said. “I know summer’s over, but that autumn breeze really came out of nowhere. It’s like the seasons change overnight. It’s a good thing this island is warm year-round.”
“We should come back in the winter sometime.” Jodi stripped her pants and panties off of her wide, wiggling buttocks, before adding, “if we can find the time.”
“Are you kidding?” Caroline said. “I’m hoping we can come back later this month! It’s just a short boat ride away, and Willy said he’d be happy to take us out here any day of the week.”
“Oh, yes please,” said Robin, doffing her own clothes, heaving a little sigh as the belt let go of its discomforting grip on her bloated belly. “I have no idea how the farmer even set this whole place up, but I’m so glad we have access to this lovely beach resort.”
“The farmer?” Caroline turned to give the carpenter an incredulous look as she adjusted the straps of her bikini top. “I thought it was you, Robin!”
“No, it actually wasn’t! I was just as surprised as anyone else when Willy told us about this place. I mean, if it were me, I think I would have used some hardwood brought over from the mainland. And probably some oil finish, to protect against the salt…” Robin trailed off, her fingers sliding along the rough surface of the wooden plank walls of the changing room. “...Nonetheless, it’s pretty solid construction. I have to give the farmer some credit here,” she said, pulling her hand back and bringing it idly to her bare breast. “This is a lot of work for one—“
Robin was interrupted mid-sentence by a short, bubbly fart sound. The moment it rang out in the small changing room, Caroline froze, her eyes ballooning in size, stunned and embarrassed.
“...Caroline?”
As Robin and Jodi turned to their green-haired friend, she put a hand over her rapidly reddening face. “I’m so sorry! That slipped out, I’m sorry, I’ve been gassy all day and I’ve actually been holding it in the whole way here, and it’s been a problem lately but I didn’t really think it would be this bad and—“
The words just kept tumbling out as Caroline tried to explain her sudden unladylike release. Traces of stink, distinctively spicy with a faint hint of fruit gone bad, tickled the noses of the three women in the changing room. The quizzical gazes of Robin and Jodi, though not exactly judgmental, seemed to burn into Caroline’s face.
What’s worse, even as she was frantically apologizing and trying to explain herself, Caroline could feel her stomach rumbling and churning uncontrollably. Before she knew it, the sudden jerky motions in her apology-laden flurry of words led to more bubbly farts leaking out of her left and right. She could barely finish a thought without being interrupted by her own ass. Her face burned even brighter, and the only sound she could hear (between the crude bursts of gas) was the sound of her own pulse beating madly through her whole head, her blush spreading to her ears.
“—oop! No, I’m sorry, I really can’t—“
“—ooh! I can’t hold them in any longer…maybe I should—“
“—ah! Maybe I need to use the bathroom, but I don’t want to—“
“—ooh! Sorry, I just don’t want to stink it up before—“
“—before either of you use it…”
As the scene unfolded, Jodi began chortling, softly at first but soon breaking into full-belly laughter. Robin, too, couldn’t help but join in. Caroline, absolutely mortified at the thought of her friends mocking her gassiness, stopped talking completely and buried her face in her hands. Helpless to her own overflowing gas tank, and unsure what to do, she simply let the farts flow through her until she could find a way to regain control.
The spicy smell from the chain of uncontrolled bursts of gas escaping Caroline’s tightly clenched bikini-clad rear began to stifle the air in the changing room. After nearly two dozen little farts slipped out of her, the roiling sensation in her guts finally settled down to something more manageable. With the worst of the storm having passed, she barely managed to squeeze her sphincter shut again. But she could still feel a wall of gas pushing against her efforts; though the pot had stopped boiling over, so to speak, the pot was still quite full and the fire was still burning under it.
With Caroline’s unprecedented gassy display now coming to a brief intermission, the other two ladies were able to catch their breaths from laughing. When they did, they turned to a red-faced Caroline to comfort her, who could barely meet their eyes.
“Caroline!” Jodi wiped away a tear from her laughter, sighing through the tangy musk in the air. “Oh, that was wonderful to witness. Please, I hope you understand. We’re not laughing at you, sweetie. It’s just—“
“We’ve known each other for, how many years?” Robin cut in. “My goodness, that was quite a show. No, it was funny, but come on, Caroline. You know we still love you whether you’re gassy or not.”
“It’s adorable that you’d be so concerned,” Jodi said with an endearing smile. “A couple farts aren’t going to make a dent in the way we see you.”
Caroline, visibly confused, turned to face her. One more fart spluttered through her cheeks, her desperate sphincter proving unable to sustain its grip for more than a minute at a time. “...Really?”
Jodi reached out to put a comforting hand on Caroline’s shoulder. “Really.”
“In fact, if anything…” Robin said with a big smile as she leaned to one side, lifting one leg. “I’m actually really glad you broke the seal first, Caroline, because this was starting to hurt my poor belly holding it in.”
“Oh?” Jodi turned to her with a fanciful eyebrow raise and a little “Robin, is there something you’d like to share with the class?”
Robin scrunched up one side of her face, her eye shut tight as she bent over with her stomach in her hands. “Hoooh, you bet I do. All I’ll say is, you should probably hold your breath.”
With her toned round bubble butt gently spread from her bent position, a steaming hot fart burned through her swimsuit like a summer breeze. Midway through her release, she locked eyes with Caroline and winked at her in an attempt to extend an odd sort of gassy solidarity. Robin’s ass grew silent after a few seconds of hissing, but her two companions could easily tell from her tightly screwed facial expression that she wasn’t quite done yet. She was frozen in an awkward posture, her farting rear pointed away from them for their benefit. Nonetheless, Jodi and Caroline exchanged a quick glance with wide eyes as the smell began to reach their senses at the same time, catching them both off-guard with its unexpected potency.
It was a distinctively cheesy smell that filtered into their nostrils, like a cheese cellar that had turned horribly warm and damp. The stench seemed to coat itself across the inner surface of their nostrils and throats, imposing its vile potency throughout their airways. It readily overtook the traces of spicy stink that Caroline had just left behind, creating a thick smog that refused to dissipate.
“Aaahhhh…” Robin sighed with relief, finally done releasing her stinking perfume into the changing room. “Believe me, that’s been brewing for a long while.”
Jodi frantically waved her hand in front of her face, groaning at the surprisingly oppressive stench of Robin’s gas. Meanwhile, Caroline, who had been trying to be polite and keep a straight face despite the nasty smell curling around her nostrils, finally gave in and pinched her nose shut.
“Oh, I–” Caroline could only get that far before coughing.
“That’s almost impressive,” Jodi muttered, noticeably breathing with much greater caution now. In the cramped space of the resort changing room, with no modern-style air vents to aid ventilation, it was impossible to escape the heavy smell of Robin’s potent release. All Jodi could do to avoid breaking into a coughing fit like Caroline was to take slow, shallow breaths. The nauseating smell hung thick in the air, and only by limiting the extent of the gas reaching her lungs could she stand to remain in the room.
Seeing her friends react so strongly to her fart seemed to only make Robin more proud of her foul gut brew. Instead of offering any apology, she raised her hand up to her head, chuckling as she casually flicked her hair to one side and began playing with it. “I did warn you. Little known secret outside of the three people who live with me: when I’ve got gas, it’s always some real nasty gas!”
Caroline only nodded in assent, unsure if she would be able to form words without sputtering again. Still not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings, she pulled her hand away to un-pinch her nose before taking half a breath and immediately clamping back down on it, once again taken aback by just how raunchy it smelled. Robin only laughed in response.
“Alright, that makes two.” Robin turned to Jodi, who was steadily recovering as the air slowly became more bearable. “Well?”
“Hm?”
Robin gave her a sly smile. “Your turn.”
Jodi returned a little giggle. “Alright, but only because you asked.” Bending just a little bit at the waist, she turned to check the scene behind her — there was only a flat wooden wall in the line of fire — before extending her index finger towards Caroline, as if to poke her.
“Pull my finger.”
“With this hand, Caroline,” Robin added, tapping the arm that Caroline was currently using to protect herself from the stinking room air. All three of them silently exchanged several eyebrow raises and playful smirks, still not entirely sure what to make of this little situation. It was an awkward standoff, assessing each other’s comfort levels with their mutual displays of flatulence. For a moment, in the safety of this little tropical escape, it was as if they were girls in a locker room, as playful and mischievous as their younger selves again, ready to giggle at the “crass” and “unladylike” sounds coming out of their back ends.
Finally, Caroline moved her hand away from her face and reached out, giving Jodi’s outreached finger a tug. The sharp odor of Robin’s cheesy fart started filling Caroline’s exposed nostrils, while Jodi closed her eyes in preparation for what was to come next.
After a brief pause, Jodi’s wide-load dumptruck exploded with the sound and force of a mortar shell. Robin and Caroline both flinched at the sudden eruption that tore through her one-piece, sending noticeable ripples down her hips, buttocks, and thighs. Though lasting just under a second, Jodi’s gassy expulsion released a new raunchy smell of eggy sulfur that slowly expanded to fill the space, almost as if a huge balloon had popped and was now letting its contents gradually spill outward.
The loud sound of Jodi’s cheek-rattling blast seemed to ring in their ears. Robin whistled, amazed at the sheer power of what just came out of Jodi’s ass. “Glad I’m here, because that nearly took out the back wall!”
Jodi was giggling again, encouraged by Robin’s light teasing. “I knew you’d be impressed.” She then turned to Caroline, whose face was beginning to return to its normal hue. “See? Turns out we’re all stuffed full of farts today. No shame in letting them rip, especially with no one else on the island!”
“Actually, would you believe me if I told you I’m actually this gassy every day?” Caroline rubbed her arm with the opposite hand, still not entirely sure if she could adjust so quickly.
Jodi was about to say something comforting, but Robin beat her to it. “Listen, we’re all adults here. Farts happen. They’re natural. Some of us are ‘blessed’ with more gas than others. But holding them in aaaaaall day, especially during a mini-vacation on the beach?” She clicked her tongue. “That won’t do. So if you’re not going to loosen up…”
Her face suddenly twisting into a mischievous grin, Robin leapt towards her with outstretched hands and wiggling fingers, and was upon her in an instant.
“I’ll make you!”
“N-no, wait, st—”
Robin began tickling Caroline, who put her arms around herself to protect her most ticklish spots, but quickly found it impossible to keep out Robin’s relentless attacks. Soon, Caroline was cackling like a madwoman, and the involuntary contractions around her abdomen meant that her extremely pent-up gas was free to be expelled. Bursts of stinging spicy gas accompanied her uncontrolled laughter, and between giggling protests were the varied sounds of Caroline’s unrestrained farts, both long and short, helplessly polluting the limited air of the changing room even further.
“Robin, I—ahaha, okay, I get it, we get—Robin, haah, please—!”
The crude noises of her ass just kept coming, even after Robin backed away with a satisfied smile on her lips and her hands in the air. Like a decrepit lawnmower struggling to start, Caroline’s bikini-clad backside sputtered away at irregular intervals as she recovered from the aftershocks of Robin’s tickling.
It took another minute or so for Caroline to settle down. By that point, the air surrounding them felt significantly warmer, even by tropical island standards. The room was heavy with her acrid spicy fart barrage, competing with Robin’s gut-twisting cheesy stink to create an olfactory mess.
“Alright, ladies, this is fun, but let’s get out of here before we choke ourselves out,” Jodi said, laughing into the palm of her hand. “We’re missing out on that beautiful sun!” She led the way out of the little changing room, which now had a slightly muggier atmosphere inside. But of course, she couldn’t let them have all the fun. Jodi got to the doorless entrance when she stopped, gripped both sides of the open entryway with her hands, leaned forward, and unleashed a second fart that carried the same kind of sonic shockwave as her first.
Right behind her, Caroline was slammed with a gale-force wind, forcing a starchy and eggy smell right into the back of her throat before she could even blink. She coughed to adjust for the sudden change in pressure in her lungs, still in disbelief at the raw power of Jodi’s thick ass and its explosive gas. Jodi giggled and winked at her before walking out, leaving that faint ringing in her ears again.
As she stood there for a moment, Robin playfully smacked Caroline’s rear from behind. Caroline wasn’t ready for it, and as the sudden impact sent ripples across her butt, letting go of yet another one of her sloppy puttering farts.
“Oo-hoo-hoo! Lesson learned, that thing is always armed and highly volatile!”
Caroline could feel the warmth of her blush begin to heat up the back of her neck again, but her smile didn’t waver at Robin’s teasing remark. She then stepped into the blazing sun and sand, taking an untainted breath of fresh air.
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Walking out of that little shack was like stepping from damp heat to dry heat. Though the temperature itself seemed only marginally lower once they got outside, the air was definitely a lot less muggy. Caroline silently wondered about the ventilation in that changing room they had just gassed up, morbidly curious if the stinking humidity would still be there by the time they returned to change back out of their swimsuits. From personal experience, she knew that her steamy farts could easily hang in a room for a couple of hours. It had seemed odd to start loosening up about her gassiness in front of the other women, but now that the initial wave of shock and shame had subsided, Caroline began to feel relieved that she could fart more freely in their presence. Well, relieved in one sense, anyway: her stomach still grumbled in complaint, bloated with a seemingly endless supply of post-digestive fumes. But after seeing Robin and Jodi drop their own gassy bombs so shamelessly, she felt more emboldened about her own flatulence, and less inclined to struggle to hold them in.
Robin was already by the water, stretching as she took in the glorious rays of the warm sun and the serene ocean view. The freckles that dotted her face and chest were growing more sharply defined in the sunlight. With one lazy hand, she caressed her abdomen, where a toxic storm was still brewing. While she was being truthful about encouraging Caroline to be less uptight about her gas, Robin had also admittedly used the opportunity as an experiment. The little “demonstration” of her own fetid funk allowed her to sample just how bad her farts were today, and the results were a surprise, even by her standards. Though she was obviously familiar with the potency of her own flatulence by now, the smell of rancid cheese from her singular release today was practically nauseating. Not that this was necessarily a bad thing, as far as Robin was concerned. Having unnaturally rank farts, and the ability to make people’s stomachs turn with just one of her nasty room-clearers, was something that she had grown to take pride in. Though she’d usually keep these nasty farts within the privacy of her home, this island retreat was proving to be an excellent opportunity to indulge in some more playful farting around her two friends.
Jodi, meanwhile, was laying down beach towels under a parasol. Her one-piece bathing suit kept getting bunched up in the cleavage of her ample buttocks as she bent down to smooth things out. She was no stranger to the raw power of the farts that could blow out of her bottom-heavy figure, but every once in a while, it was important to be reminded of just how unusually strong her farts were. Before even taking into consideration the other factors like volume or stench — though admittedly, in those two regards, Caroline and Robin respectively had her beat by a mile — Jodi’s ass was a veritable cannon. It wasn’t something she was ashamed of, but she wouldn’t exactly call it “pride,” either. She just found farts funny, especially when they were so loud and raucous and attention-grabbing.
Jodi bit her lip, fighting down a coy smile as another telltale gurgling in her belly migrated downward into her colon. That tickling feeling was just one of many reasons why she found a juvenile delight in the act of farting. Reaching for a rock to pin down a corner of her beach towel, she took a momentary glance at Robin and Caroline. She wasn’t sure why they had gone back to silencing their farts since they left the stinking remains of the changing room, but she decided to go with it for a few more minutes.
With their place of respite ready, the three ladies lay down, eager to soak in the much-needed warmth after the descent of autumn over the Valley. A pair of parrots squawked overhead as they flew by. Between the lapping of the waves and the idle sounds of nature behind them, the silence was almost surreal…until it was broken, only a few moments later, with a distinctive guttural sound cutting through the ambience.
Jodi and Robin looked at Caroline again.
“Sorry.” She was blushing much less than before, though she was still easing into this new level of gastric comfort around her friends.
“Don’t be sorry,” Robin said reassuringly. “I meant it, what I said earlier. I really don’t want you to hold it in.”
Caroline nodded. “Just don’t be afraid to say something if it gets to be too much.”
She then closed her eyes for a moment, relaxing her gut muscles and beginning to release even more gas. Robin and Jodi said nothing, more amused than anything else, as they watched Caroline settle into a steady rhythm of farts, one after another. With each steamy release came the blend of spicy peppers and rancid fruits, creating a uniquely bizarre miasma.
Her gassy guts seemed to be endlessly spewing these foul fumes into the air, which was at least more bearable now that they weren’t in a small enclosed space. Each one fluttered out of her ass with varying intensity, some as short as a second and others as long as four. With how often they came, it was almost as if her butt was speaking a language, stringing together numerous smelly words to form a thick, cloudy sentence around them.
“Goodness, you weren’t kidding, Caroline.” Jodi brought her hand up to her face, wafting away the stinging smell of pickled peppers that came in numerous waves with each of Caroline’s bursty emissions. “I thought Robin had tickled a lot of it out of you back there…your tank’s filled back up already?”
Caroline shrugged. “I might’ve overindulged a bit yesterday.”
Robin looked over at Caroline as well. “I don’t mean to tease this time, I’m asking you a genuine question here…what did you eat to give you all this gas?”
“Oh, you know my weakness for curry,” Caroline said, blushing again. “Especially when it has fresh pineapple in it. Not the canned stuff.” Another fart bubbled out of her as she leaned over to one side.
“Pineapple in curry?” There was a tinge of hesitation in Jodi’s tone, as if unfamiliar with the concept.
“Yes, tropical curry. It’s wonderful. Gus has a great recipe for it, but he says he rarely makes it because it’s hard to get all the ingredients fresh around the same time of year.”
Robin nodded along. “Okay, that makes a lot of sense. I only asked because—“ She sniffed the air gingerly. “—yeah, that’s a peculiar combination of smells. Spicy, like it stings your eyes a little, but still sweetened and fruity.”
Caroline smiled at the way Robin seemed utterly unfazed by the sheer number of farts she had been pumping out of her guts thus far. She was getting more comfortable now as she turned to lie on her stomach, ready to turn her ass into a full-blown geyser with constant eruptions. This time, a petite grunt slipped past her lips, and after a brief silence, Caroline’s slim buttocks began sputtering out an endless stream of heat and fumes. It sounded like someone walking through a muddy field, with every footstep eliciting a deep and airy noise. But rather than being a recognizable sequence of multiple bursts, this was one single fart that never seemed to stop.
Robin, incredulous at Caroline’s nonstop expulsion polluting the air, looked to Jodi as if to confirm that she was actually witnessing this insanely long fart. Jodi returned the look, highly amused by how their green-haired friend sounded like an idling truck.
After what must have been at least thirty seconds, Caroline heaved a big sigh, her bubbly fumes finally coming to a close. But even that was brief, as Caroline immediately followed up with several aftershock farts that were much shorter yet continued spilling out of her.
“My goodness, Caroline!” Jodi chortled as Caroline’s perky buttocks continued their emissions. “You’re like an old car or something — the exhaust just never quits!”
“So we have Gus to thank for this nonstop fireworks display?” asked Robin, briefly wiping her eyes as the capsaicin-laden gas was beginning to get to her.
“Oh, actually, this time it was the farmer,” Caroline said, talking right over yet another bubbling fart, growing comfortable about her volatile ass already. “They brought over some homemade curry the other day. It was really nice, actually! Locally grown everything, straight from the farm.”
“Oh, the farmer, huh?”
“Yeah, it was delicious. They mentioned they had tried out some new seasoning…oh, I can’t remember what they called it…”
Jodi suddenly perked up. “Was it something like ‘chee’ seasoning?”
“That sounds right, yeah. I think so. Why? Are you familiar with it?”
Jodi put a finger on her chin. “Yeah, the farmer mentioned they used some in the eggplant parmesan they brought over yesterday. It was very nice of them to do that, and I just thought they were eager to let people try it.”
Robin raised an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting… that the farmer slipped something into the food to make us gassy?”
Jodi was about to answer, but she changed her mind last minute as a particularly heavy sensation suddenly hit her colon. The pressure was coming to a head, refusing to buck to her whims for a moment longer. She raised a finger to pause the conversation, knowing that what came next would easily drown it out. Biting her lip, Jodi let a little grunt slip out of her, though what came out of her other end was anything but little.
While Caroline’s emissions so far had been consistently bubbly, almost like the steady murmuring of a forest creek, Jodi’s ass once again exploded with a blustering fart-bomb that seemed to be the polar opposite. She could practically feel the beach itself rumbling in synchrony with her bass-blasting cheeks and her wind-tunnel sphincter. An impressive amount of heat blew up through the back of her one-piece and fluttered up past her loose hair, though that was only a small fraction of the total volume that blew out of her guts. The rest tore right through her swimsuit and kicked up a sizable cloud of fine sand behind her, a visual display of her flatulent prowess.
“Mmh, right, where was I?”
At just over two seconds, Jodi’s fart could be considered brief. But simply put, the amount of gas that she managed to fit in those two seconds was astounding. A dull stench of rotten eggs lingered around the three of them, already competing with Caroline’s more frequent curry-powered farts.
Robin turned to look behind them. “Uh, did the parrots just go quiet…?”
Indeed, this was a fart that rippled through the local ecosystem and could be felt by everything within a half-mile radius. For a moment, the native birds had been stunned into an uncharacteristic silence. The three of them looked around in amazement. They soon resumed their irregular squawking, but for a few seconds, Jodi’s ass seemed to have stunned the island itself.
Bringing them back down to earth, Caroline cleared her throat. “The seasoning…?”
Jodi’s face brightened back up, almost as if nothing had happened. “Right! The seasoning. I don’t know, it sounded exotic. Whatever it was, it was absolutely delicious. Better than anything I’ve ever had from a store. So I might have gone a little overboard and gorged myself.” She turned to Robin, tilting her head inquisitively. “Has the farmer been going around to everyone in town?”
Robin ran one hand through her hair while leaning back on her other hand. “I see where you’re going with this, but unfortunately I don’t remember. They usually give me some goat cheese to take home whenever I build them something, and I did finish working on a shed earlier this week. I don’t recall them telling me about any ‘special seasoning,’ though.”
“Have you noticed any ‘effects’ on your gas?” Caroline asked.
“Hm.” Despite already knowing the answer, Robin instead chose to roll away from them, leaning on her side with her ass facing their direction. “Why don’t you tell me?”
All she had to do was reach back and pull one cheek apart from the other, and almost immediately, a deathly steam emerged past her fingertips with an insidious heat. Jodi, having already witnessed one of Robin’s vicious stinkers back in the changing room, thought she could handle another. She was wrong. Thanks to the tropical heat, Robin’s smoggy fart moved fast, and was upon her in less than a second, leaving her silently gassing in the fumes.
Caroline was quick to clamp her hand over her nose and mouth this time, but it soon became clear that there was no point in resisting this devastating smog. Tendrils of gas made their way into her airways anyway, prying her airways open and filling them up with a harsh, cheesy stench. Caroline began coughing again, not quite prepared for the assault on her senses. Sure, they’d been sitting in a cloud of farts for the past few minutes, but most of that was her own. Besides, in terms of causing olfactory mayhem, Robin was on a completely different level.
The smell hit like a garbage truck at full speed, barreling into her nostrils with malicious intent. Caroline swore she could taste the dairy-laden fumes as they filtered into her system. She turned to Jodi, who was similarly breathless at the vicious disturbance to their lungs, which must have measured at least an order of magnitude worse than either of their farts.
As an unintended side effect, Caroline could feel her midsection tightening up with each cough. Like a finger on a trigger, the pressure hitting her gut muscles began punching out a series of farts in sync with her coughing, bubbling out more of her concentrated spicy farts in rapid succession. Her own gassy ass was unrestrainable, and though she was occupied with the festering stink in her lungs, she took notice of Robin’s mischievous giggling at the whole scene.
Jodi waved her hand in front of her face, blinking through the foul heat that seemed to stick to her nostrils. “Robin, we love you, but please try to point that thing away from us.”
The corner of Robin’s lips tugged up a little higher. “Or else?”
Jodi looked at her, as if to say, are you really trying to start this?
In response, Robin merely held unbreaking eye contact, a big grin still on her face. Beside them, Caroline watched with silent amusement, brushing tears aside after her coughing-and-farting fit died down. All three of them understood what had to happen next.
Leaning back, Jodi whipped around and kicked her feet up into the air, grabbing her meaty cheeks and pointing her volatile gas cannon in Robin’s direction. With the sound of a bassy airhorn, Jodi gleefully unloaded a dense wall of hot, eggy gas so thick that it almost felt solid as it collided with Robin. Now farting with intent to impress, Jodi rocked the entire beach with thunderous vibrations and a furious ripping sound twice as loud as the previous one. Sand kicked away from Jodi’s powerful ass again, this time peppering all over her victim in the line of fire.
Robin nearly fell over in surprise, laughing the whole time at the sheer scale of Jodi’s unrepentant release. “Sweet Yoba, I think I hear Willy’s boat leaving!”
Caroline could feel her whole face soaking in the damp, muggy miasma that the three of them had created. It was definitely getting harder to breathe, and frankly she was impressed by Robin’s resilience, who seemed completely unfazed by the reeking cloud of triple fart stink hovering around them. Though, of course, given that she had the most foul emissions by far, perhaps her nose was just very resistant to malodorous butt fumes in general.
Jodi, however, wasn’t finished. After her first gassy attack, she grunted again, ripping another violent fart that blew right into Robin’s laughing face. Robin put up a hand to block the brunt of the hot, screaming winds, though it did little to protect her. This reaction only seemed to encourage Jodi further, and she twisted around to get on her hands and knees, still pointing her thick wide ass at Robin. Arching her back into cow’s-pose, she then loosened a third billowing blast that sounded much like a cow’s moo — if it had been amplified through a stadium microphone, even more violent than the first two.
Despite Robin’s remark, it was clear that not even the blustering foghorn of a boat could be this loud. Whether it was because of the colossal volume of gas blowing through her colon, or because of the big round buttocks that provided meaty resistance to her windy release, Jodi was putting her gassy prowess on full display. After bombarding Robin with three extra-powerful farts, Jodi swiveled to point herself at Caroline and fired off a fourth round.
Caroline gulped like a fish as the direct impact nearly knocked the wind out of her. “Hey, why me?” She said through breathless laughter.
Jodi sat back down and shrugged with a big grin, obviously very proud of herself. “Didn’t want to leave you out.” She grabbed a handful of her own curvy rump and jiggled it. “You deserve to have a taste of this gassy butt, too!”
“Oh trust me, I can taste it…” Caroline said, still panting. “How can air taste greasy…?”
Robin waved a hand around her face, feeling Jodi’s thick gas beginning to settle deep in her lungs as well. Thinking of ways to turn the tables with her own vicious farts, she looked down and suddenly had an idea. “Hey, Jodi?”
“Hm?”
She patted down the large beach towel she was lying on. “This is your towel, right?”
“Yeah, wh—“ Jodi stopped mid-question when she saw Robin lean forward and sit up, planting her ass firmly on the towel and drilling herself down into it. “Oh, no…”
Robin winked. “Oh, yeah. Good luck getting this out…!”
She bit her lip with a belabored expression on her face and hugged her knees, compressing her bloated stomach and allowing an extremely potent fart to begin hissing out of her rear. In this position, the focal point right beneath her asshole became ground zero for a biohazardous detonation that went on and on, as Robin continued to savor the delicious feeling of scalding-hot gas flowing out of her. She could actually feel her nasty fart punch right through the unfortunate towel and down into the sand on the other side. The heat and stench just kept coming, seeping through cracks around her thighs and legs, inevitably creating a malicious smog that seemed hell-bent on infiltrating their nasal passageways to wreak sensory havoc. The gleeful expression on Jodi’s face turned into something more reluctant, her brow furrowing as the deathly steam cloud expanded all around them.
“...You can keep it, Robin.”
Robin threw her head back and cackled. Judging solely by the fumes that wafted up to her nose and weren’t punched directly into the fibers of the soft towel, there was no washer or detergent powerful enough to rid this poor fabric of her violently cheesy stink. With one fart, she had rendered the towel unsalvageable; if she were to throw this in the hamper, it would probably ruin the rest of the clothes there with it as well. The image in Robin’s mind instilled a strange sense of pride.
“You know what’s funny?”’ Robin said. “If we were to have a farting contest right now, I really have no idea who would win.”
“Funny how we’re all very gassy but in very different ways,” Jodi agreed, still breathing gingerly while waving her hand around in protest against Robin’s stench. “It almost makes me wonder how we’ve never known about each other’s raunchy habits before.”
“I was going to say the same thing!” A bubbly ripper blew through Caroline’s swimsuit as she spoke. Truly, not a minute ever went by without some grumbling noise from her ass. “I want to know where you’ve been going to hide your farts! Jodi, there’s no way you’ve managed to keep that quiet all this time. And Robin, my goodness, you must have been very careful about where you can relax and fart.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Robin said, not sounding particularly bashful about it. In fact, a little pride seemed to slide into her voice as she went on. “You know the cute little spa back behind our house, over by the train station? It’s the only place I can afford to fart freely, and you have no idea how many times I’ve stunk the whole place out. Mmmm, all that steamy goodness, ruined by hundreds of my very stinky farts…I’m surprised the walls there don’t permanently smell like the inside of my ass by now.”
There was something about the way she said it that made Jodi’s hairs stand on end. The cadence of Robin’s voice, carrying not an ounce of shame about her gassy ass and its devastating ability to drench a room in stink, was almost enviable. Having already witnessed the potency of her farts firsthand, she knew that Robin was barely exaggerating. Her mind danced around the thought of Robin effortlessly fumigating the entire bath house after a long day of holding them in.
“You know, Pierre has tried to slip gas relief pills in my drinks more than once,” Caroline confessed. “I don’t even know where he keeps getting them.”
“I mean, Harvey’s right next door…” Jodi said, pursing her lips to let that thought finish itself.
Caroline’s eyes widened, and she inadvertently slipped out another fart. She casually wafted it away from her slim rear, letting its smelly heat dissipate into the now thoroughly-tainted air. “Oh, I hadn’t even thought about that. They better not be talking behind my back about me. I don’t need any more of that in my life.”
Robin stifled a laugh. “Caroline, I don’t think anyone wants to be doing anything behind your back. They might drown in your nonstop farts…”
Caroline leaned over to smack her on the arm. “Oh, stop it. Like you’re one to talk.”
Jodi shook her head in disapproval at Robin’s little joke, though she was still smiling, against her intentions. “I was going to say, Robin, anyone standing downwind of you is at risk of having their nose burnt to a crisp.”
Robin put a hand on her chest as her jaw dropped open in mock offense. “Me? Oh, don’t be silly. It’s just a few farts here and there! But Caroline over here is practically breathing through her butt, have you been hearing how she just keeps blowing those fumes?”
Jodi raised her eyebrow, amusement fixed on her lips. “Oh sure, how many are we at now, Caroline? Maybe around 300?”
“Probably,” Caroline answered in complete earnest, much to the humor of the other two. They all briefly shared a laugh. Whatever the actual number was, it certainly didn’t seem far off from 300.
Robin leaned over to send a quick hisser through her bubble butt, casually wafting its vicious heat away with her hand. “Wait, so tell me more about this ‘gas relief pill’ thing you’ve got going on.”
“Oh, I don’t take them. I don’t think they reduce my gas, they just stop me from releasing the uncomfortable pressure. I get so bloated, I feel like I’ll explode with all that pent-up—”
“No, no, I meant the thing where your husband keeps trying to sneak them into you.”
“Oh! Right, sorry. Let’s see, when was the last time I…” Caroline looked up in thought, eyes squinting a bit at the blazing tropical sunlight. “Mm! Just last week, the farmer brought us a whole delicious box of yams. It was very nice of them to do that. But Pierre kept insisting he was on some new diet, and refused to eat them.” She briefly paused again, and a particularly heavy-sounding stream of bubbles burst through her slim rear. “Ooh, that was nice. Anyways, yeah, long story short, I was left with a bunch of yams and, well, I started digging in.”
Jodi looked incredulous. “A whole box?”
“Well, I couldn’t just let them go to waste!” Caroline protested. “Especially when it’s all-natural and locally grown!”
“Abigail didn’t want any?”
“Oh, you know how she is — for whatever reason, she has a distaste for soft foods. The harder, the better. Honestly, I think I could give her a rock and she’d happily gnaw away at it.” Caroline sighed while shaking her head. “Anyways. So I was working my way through those yams, and making good progress, too. But whenever I was snacking on one, I could tell he was glancing at me with a little…I guess you could call it fear? Apprehension, maybe?”
“He knows how much fiber is in one of those,” Jodi said with a snicker. “He knew he was in trouble.”
“I have to imagine he did, because at one point, I caught him dissolving two pills into a glass of water I had left out. He insisted it was for my own good, but I think he was just afraid of the inevitable dutch oven he knew he’d be getting.”
“So did you drink it?”
“...Well, no. I dumped it down the sink after he left the room,” Caroline said, shrugging. “Like I said, those pills don’t relieve gas, they just make me feel plugged up and force me to keep it all in until they wear off.” Before continuing, she reached behind her to adjust her swimsuit, which was starting to feel damp in her asscrack — though whether that was due to sweat, or the moisture of her bubbly farts, was unclear.
“And when we went to bed that night, I just kept letting loose, you have no idea. I felt like a gassy firehose with all the constant gas that was plowing through my system. I couldn’t hold them in if I tried!” Two more farts blew out of her in rapid succession, like two water-logged trumpet notes. She barely even acknowledged them. “Pierre slept on the couch that night, and — you’re not going to believe this — when I woke up, there was a foggy haze in the bedroom. I nearly thought there was a fire somewhere in the house.”
“No, I believe it,” Jodi said. “I can’t imagine what kind of damage you could do to a room’s air quality after a whole box of yams. You plus high fiber sounds like a disaster for the atmosphere.”
Robin nodded, silently noting that the smell in the air was beginning to turn a bit more like rotten sewage. Caroline’s spice-laden guts must have been churning away furiously. While the fruity-curry smell up to this point was almost pleasant (certainly so when contrasted against Robin’s own nauseating fumes), something had changed for the worse inside Caroline’s perpetual gas factory and she was now pumping out rancid pre-toilet farts.
“I wonder if it’s a genetic thing. Does Abigail get that gassy?”
“I don’t think so. She doesn’t really appreciate my constant farting, either, by the way. That’s why I like to start my mornings with tea in my sunroom. It gives me time to really air out all that built-up gas in some privacy.”
“...I’ve been to your sunroom lots of times,” Robin commented. “Not a lot of good ventilation there. Lots of sun, gets hot in the summer…” She chuckled to herself, trying to imagine just how damp and muggy it must get in that sunroom after one of Caroline’s morning relief sessions. It was a miracle her tea plants didn’t wilt. “I figure Abigail knows to stay out of there.”
“Well, Abigail’s almost always playing video games in her room anyways,” Caroline said before leaning forward to blow another bubbling fart behind her. She then turned to Jodi. “But I imagine it’s a little different with younger kids, isn’t it?”
“Oh, Vincent thinks it’s hilarious when I fart,” Jodi said. “He swears that the walls shake sometimes, and he’ll often fall over laughing when I let one slip.”
“I’m sorry, but ‘let one slip?’” Robin herself suddenly burst into laughter at Jodi’s particular choice of words. “Jodi, honey, nothing is ‘slipping’ through all that junk in your trunk. When you farted at me earlier, it felt like your butt had punched me in the face.”
Jodi chuckled along, unable to deny the sheer magnitude of the force of her farts. She had always been the type of person to wear her thickness with pride, and amplifying the bassy vibrations of her emissions was one of the many minor benefits of having such a curvaceous backside. Winking at Robin, she leaned back and tilted her hips away from the redheaded carpenter, feeling another particularly thick gas bomb loaded into place.
“Ooh, here it comes…!” Robin teased before taking a deep breath, knowing she was about to capsize under a massive wave of gas.
Jodi scrunched her face up before unleashing one of her trademark butt bombs again, shaking the ground beneath them with a colossal bassy thumping. This one would put even the most obnoxious subwoofers to shame. The towel beneath her fluttered in the hot foul winds of Jodi’s ass, and for several seconds, she could feel her whole pelvis rattling in sync. The deflating sensation in her stomach was downright divine, and even though her tank was still far from empty, that massive torrential fart felt like a substantial weight had been removed from her guts.
Robin blinked. “I’m going to need some time to get used to all that raw power. Goodness, Jodi!”
Jodi sat back down, satisfied for now. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got plenty to spare.”
Looking around, Caroline briefly noted that the birds had gone silent again, stunned by the explosive discharge that few would believe was from a human woman’s flatulent backside. “Honestly, how do you manage these farts at home? Vincent might be having fun, but what does Sam say?”
“Oh, sure. Sam has grown tired of it, certainly. He’s old enough to no longer find it entertaining.” Jodi reached behind and tucked her fingers under the seat of her swimsuit, finding an oppressively swampy air surrounding her rump. Sweat was dripping down the space between her thighs and her buttocks, which certainly did not help the distinctive aromas emanating from her lower half. “Hooh, it’s getting humid back there…”
“What about Kent?”
“Well, he’s not exactly thrilled with all the, uh, explosive noises coming out of my butt…” Jodi trailed off, before adding, “It’s fine, though. I find plenty of time to let ‘em rip. Let’s just say, I’m very fortunate that Sam and his band practice their music so loudly, and so often.”
Robin raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “You play bass, huh?”
“You could say that…” Jodi raised her hand over her mouth as she chuckled at the euphemism, only to find that her sweat-stained fingers were befouled with the taint of her own gassy rear. “Oh, goodness, that was a mistake…Wow, my butt reeks. I’m definitely going to need a shower after this!”
“You’re telling me,” Caroline said. “I feel like I just bathed in your farts!”
Robin chuckled, wiping sweat off of her own brow. “Yeah, I don’t know, Jodi. You might be able to get away with the sounds your butt might be making, but unless you’re pointing that thing at a wide-open window, I doubt you’re fooling anyone.”
“Hey, when the windows are open, you’d be surprised at how fast it dissipates,” Jodi retorted. “And besides, it’s not like I’m trying to keep it a total secret. I’m just trying not to suffocate the people in my house.” With a hand on her hip, she gave Robin a pointed look, who simply rolled her eyes in response.
“I mean, she did mention that she uses the bath house,” Caroline pointed out. “Any other strategies?”
Robin thought for a moment. “Hm, not really? I think our family’s just learned to work around it. Even with windows, there’s only so much you can do about these farts. They do tend to linger in a room for awhile, that’s for sure.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve heard complaints about the smell, then,” Jodi said, before adding, “if they’re not too busy choking on the fumes.”
“Believe me, I hear it all the time. Even after one little fart.”
Caroline folded her arms. “Define ‘little.’”
Robin smirked again. “Gladly.”
“Wait, Robin, hang on—“
But she had already begun leaning over. Squinting one eye halfway, Robin let loose another airy, sputtering fart. Though admittedly short, its length betrayed another wave of horrendous stench, suffocating Caroline and Jodi in a sea of spoiled dairy fumes.
“See? Little. Not too bad.” Robin made a show of taking a deep breath of her own nasty gas, while her two friends devolved into coughing and groaning again.
“Goodness, every time I think I’m prepared for it…” Jodi mumbled.
Robin’s smile grew wider. “Trust me, you never will. Sebastian has been living with my gassy butt for his entire life and he still can’t handle it.”
While the aftermath of her sweet release hung in the air, Robin went on. “Demetrius is convinced I have some kind of gut disease because they always stink so bad. He used to track what I ate and even tried to measure the sulfur content.” She giggled. “That all stopped after I got fed up with him trying to run tests on my butt without asking and spent a good two hours one night dutch-ovening him. Poor thing nearly passed out, but he finally learned his lesson.”
“Two h—“ Shocked, Jodi didn’t even get to finish the word before accidentally loosening another explosive fart through her now amply sweaty cheeks. “Robin!”
“If your farts that night were anywhere near what they are today…!” Caroline waved a hand in front of her face, still trying to protect herself from Robin’s extra-potent gas. “Poor thing!”
“He was fine,” Robin insisted. “A little lightheaded maybe, but fine. And he’s used to it by now. Between his and Maru’s chemistry experiments, and Sebastian smoking in his room all the time, no one in my house should be caught off guard by a few weird smells. If anything, I’m doing the room a favor. Replacing their unnatural odors with my all-natural one.”
“Mmm, I don’t know, Robin,” Caroline said. “A dutch oven from you sure sounds like a death sentence.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I won’t hesitate to weaponize these farts if I need to.” Robin casually leaned over again, lifting a cheek to blast the sand with her oppressive, cheesy stink.
“Yeah, we’re well aware by now,” Jodi remarked, getting Robin to snicker.
“When I’m really mad at Demetrius, I’ll turn the other way in bed and start ripping under the covers. That’s like my way of saying he should sleep on the couch.” As if to demonstrate, Robin leaned the other way, pushing a little harder this time. More noxious gas poured out of her bubble butt, her cheeks parting to release the heated payload into the already suffocating air.
Jodi stifled a cough as she waved her hand in front of her face — a gesture that she knew by now was futile, but she kept it up nonetheless. “I almost feel bad for him.”
Robin only laughed again. “Oh, Sebastian too. If he needed punishing, I used to waltz right into his room and lay down a few heavy farts, whether he was in there or not. He sometimes said it was ‘cruel and unusual’ to do that, especially when he was grounded and couldn’t leave…” She sighed. “Of course, now he keeps his door locked.”
“Smart kid,” Caroline said, winking before leaning over to let slip a few more rotten bubbly farts.
“Mm, maybe. I’ve sometimes thought about replacing his door with one that doesn’t have a lock, just so I could cropdust in there again.”
“You’re a menace, Robin.” Jodi shook her head disapprovingly, though with a grin that suggested otherwise. “A menace.”
“You sure you don’t want this towel back?”
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The trio of women spent a full afternoon of unloading their terrifying gases into the Ginger Island air with reckless abandon. Jodi, with her fat, juicy rear, continued bombarding the sandy beach with farts that could have been mistaken for passing ships. Every time Robin leaned over to let rip, her two companions flinched in response, knowing that not even holding their breaths could save them from the impending cloud of suffocating stink. And Caroline, well, her butt simply never stayed quiet throughout the entire time, puttering away with no end. Despite the wind’s best efforts, the air around them grew thicker than ever, and the sweat from a warm tropical day certainly added to the intoxicating smog.
As the sun began to dip low towards the horizon, each of the ladies felt physically lighter, having lifted a burdensome gut full of gas — as well as lightheaded, possibly due to the copious amounts of oxygen-poor fart fumes they’d inhaled all afternoon. But needless to say, it was a very satisfying day for them.
“You know what, girls, this has been so much fun,” Robin said as they were changing back into their clothes. “We should make time to do this more often.”
“And by ‘this,’ you mean emptying all three of our bloated gas tanks?”
“I sure do.”
“It’s supposed to rain here tomorrow, but we can always use my sunroom,” Caroline offered.
“Perfect. How about 11 o’clock?”
“Sounds like a plan!”