By: causticblast
“How long until the sub-zero room is down at the right temperature? …Hours? You know what, that’s perfect. Just let me know when it’s ready.”
Evelyn Deavor tossed her phone aside before she entered the room. Her plans were now in full swing, moving forward with her agenda to keep superheroes out of the way of human progress for good. She was ready for her imminent victory…
…But not before fulfilling one of her greatest fantasies.
In the shadowy ambience of the secret room in Evelyn’s office, the two blue ovals shone conspicuously. It took another minute for Evelyn’s eyes to adjust. When they finally did, she could see her captive in the center of the room, standing perfectly still with a pair of screenslaving goggles on. Evelyn traced her eyes along the prisoner’s silhouette, licking her lip as she drank in the sight of her curves, especially where her figure flared out around her extra-wide hips.
“Elastigirl.” Evelyn gave a little nod, amusing herself with the little charade of pretending that her victim had any semblance of her mental faculties remaining.
“I’d offer you some coffee, but I think you’ve already had enough,” Evelyn remarked. “I hope you don’t mind, I slipped a little something in your cup earlier that’s going to make our time here even more fun.”
She chuckled, then paused dramatically.
“I used to watch you on TV, you know. Well, my idiot brother did. I’d usually just be in the same room and tolerate that superhero crap,” Evelyn said as she approached Helen’s statue-still form. “But one super would always make my head turn, even after all the shit that you superheroes put me through. I hated every last damned super…except one.”
Up close, Evelyn wrapped her arm around Helen’s slender waist, feeling the sleek fabric of her suit as she continued her little monologue. “Elastigirl…The girl who could twist and bend into any shape she wanted.” Her hand drifted downwards, gliding along her lower back and reaching her curvy rump. “You awakened something in me, you know that? Even back then, you weren’t afraid to wear thickness with pride. Before it even became fashionable. Before big butts and wide hips were popular and sexy. Mm, the number of times I’d drift off to sleep, fantasizing about your big juicy ass in my face…”
Evelyn gave Helen a powerful, ringing spank to accentuate her words. The sound rang out and scored against the chamber walls. “You and this big fat ass were my lesbian awakening, Elastigirl. Imagine how confused I was at such a young age. You did that to me.”
She paused again, eyes lazily drinking in the sight of her stunning enthrall. Am I monologuing? She’d always thought she wasn’t much the type for monologues, but when she had a captive audience like this, it was hard to resist. Damn, I’m starting to understand why all those supervillains do it.
“And then, years later? In college, when I found out I had a fart kink?” Another spank, even harder this time. Then a little circular massaging motion around Helen’s glorious cheeks, indulging in their soft texture. “Who pops into my fantasies again? Who else but the elastic babe in spandex that haunted so many nights during my puberty years?”
Evelyn’s hand drifted down further, moving from the vast expanse of her plump ass to the cleft between her thighs. Her hand slid in perfectly, palm curving around Helen’s underbutt, centered where her tight anal ring would be, fingertips hooking towards her second pair of lips. My nose will fit very nicely there, too, Evelyn observed. She made a little rocking gesture with her arm, feeling the weight of Helen’s buttocks resting around her wrist.
“I had tapes of you,” Evelyn practically whispered. “I’d play them over and over again, watching you bend and swerve while imagining your super-farts. God, nothing’s ever made me so wet like that.”
She came even closer, close enough to nibble on Helen’s ear from behind. With her unoccupied hand, she tugged at the strap keeping the hypnosis goggles in place, making sure it was tightly secured. “Always wondering where you might’ve gone after you retired. Wondering how gassy you’d get after missions, peeling off your skintight suit and sighing with relief after each and every single blast from your heavenly ass.”
Her lower hand sunk deeper between Helen’s cheeks, gently nudging them aside until she could feel herself pressing against her goal – the source of all of Helen’s gas. Evelyn’s imagination already went wild, conjuring all those images that she’d burned into her memory since her youth. Her body might have matured, but her sex drive was as fiery as ever. Her knees rubbed against each other and her thighs grew warmer, already overeager.
“Mmmm, and now I get to experience it firsthand. For as much as I want, as long as I want.”
With one hand still firmly tucked in between Helen’s warm, ample buttocks, she took her other hand and snaked it along her side, reaching for her abdomen where she palpated its undoubtedly bloated contents. At the same time, she took a deep inhale through her nose, detecting the slightest hint of Helen’s elegant perfume in the otherwise stale room air. She chuckled, knowing that this room was never going to smell this sterile ever again. She’d make sure that the walls themselves were soaked in Helen’s beautiful stench, and that way, she could revisit this day in her mind as often as she wanted.
“You’ve got gas, don’t you? The serum in your coffee should be working by now.” Evelyn tightened her hand against Helen’s ass, making sure she was cupping it in the perfect position. Then, she gave her first order.
“Fart for me.”
There was barely a second between her instruction and the warm sensation that hit her hand, almost as if a switch had been turned on. Evelyn knew very well what that meant: that Helen was holding back an insane volume of gas inside her, eliminating the need to push and instead letting them leak out at will. Her jaw dropped throughout the three-second burst that hissed into her right hand. This was even better than her dreams.
Evelyn brought her ass-heated hand to her face and drank in the fumes with a fervid thirst. Her eyes naturally closed as the stench of rotting meat and vegetables — like a proper hearty dinner now corrupted and putrefied almost beyond recognition — swung right through her nose and swirled within pockets of her lungs. It sent an electrifying jolt up through her spine, and a light moan slipped off of her lips.
“Oh, fuck…” Evelyn reached out to steady herself against a wall, but finding none, she just stumbled a few steps to one side. “Holy fuck, that’s strong. Elastigirl, my dear, you’ve been eating very well.”
Her thrall, of course, remained stock-still and cognitively unaware of the effects of her fart. All she knew was that a tiny, miniscule fraction of her gas had just left her body. Nonetheless, Evelyn played it up enough for the two of them, making a show of spanking her with a brilliant ringing smack. Just sniffing up the remaining gas that trailed around in the air was enough to make her bite her lip and pull her un-stenched hand to her breast, kneading gently.
“Mmf, how long have you been holding those in? That smells like it’s been fermented, aging in your effervescent gut…” Evelyn rolled her eyes at herself. “Ugh, what am I doing? I’m wasting my precious time with you.” Snapping her fingers, she issued her next order. “Bend over. Let me get my face in there.”
In her trance-like state, Helen was no more than a puppet. Again she obeyed immediately, bending forward at the waist until her body formed a perfect 90-degree angle. With a slight bend at her knees, her thick, juicy peach was at just the right height for Evelyn to tuck her face in and go to town on it.
But before she did…
“Oh, Elastigirl, one little request,” Evelyn said, chuckling. It was funny to think about, but this was a request that only one person in the world could possibly fulfill.
“I don’t know, I always imagined your hips to be wider…Now, come on. You can make yourself thicker than that. Give me some more butt to work with.”
Wordlessly, Helen obeyed. Drawing upon her elastic abilities, her suit seamlessly expanded and bulged outward to accommodate her widening, thickening rear. Her powerful thighs grew in circumference to match the new size of her ass, which now swung behind her with immense curves and carried a significantly larger portion of her weight.
“That’s better. Now let’s get to know each other.”
Falling to her knees, Evelyn leaned forward and pushed Helen’s huge, thick cheeks aside, making room for her face to fit between like a coin in a tight slot. Her fingers sank into her supple, yielding buttocks, tickling the part of Evelyn’s brain that had always fantasized about what it would feel like to worship Elastigirl’s ass. She had wondered whether it would be soft and plushy, or toned and firm. Though it had looked somewhat like a balloon when it was expanding, Evelyn was delighted to confirm that, indeed, it was soft and plushy, its texture feeling nothing like rubber or elastic.
As she nudged those divine buttocks aside, she noticed a small wave of warm stink emanating from the hole between them, as if freeing some extra gas that had remained trapped between those luscious lobes of fat. Evelyn felt a shudder run through her upon that realization. Hungrily, she sniffed up that delicious hint of gas, whetting her appetite for the imminent face-warming.
Then, unable to hold herself back for a second longer, she plunged right into Helen’s magnified ass, and she immediately moaned louder than she’d ever thought she would – though it was heavily muffled by all the butt flesh pressed into her mouth. The smell was somehow thicker in here, even though she hadn’t farted yet in this position. Evelyn contemplated the possibility that the suit hadn’t been washed in a while, and this superhero had been dropping vicious farts into it throughout its lifespan. She could scarcely remember the last time she had collected the suit for its specialized, high-tech cleaning process. She gave it about an extra second of thought before losing herself in the intoxicating fumes again. With her hands, she began rubbing and massaging those two gloriously massive asscheeks that now covered her entire head.
When the smell started to feel a little stale, Evelyn pushed herself away, using Helen’s soft buttocks as leverage to return to breathable space. Blinking, she took a breath to steady herself and prepare to issue another order.
“Alright, honey, I think I’m ready for it,” she said. “When I give you the signal, I need you to rip a nice fart. And the signal…” Evelyn paused. “The signal will be a nice spank on your butt. Just like this.”
Smack. Though she only intended for it to be a demonstration, the hypnotized Helen had interpreted that as her first cue. Prematurely, with Evelyn still kneeling just behind her back-heavy figure, Helen let loose a billowing fart that drenched Evelyn with foul humidity.
Evelyn sighed with glossy eyes, all thoughts fleeing her mind the moment the warm stinking cloud hit her face. “Good girl…”
She dove headfirst into the vast expanse of Helen’s irresistible rear, wading through all her juicy flesh again to reach the epicenter of her personal intoxicant. Reaching around with her arms, Evelyn emptied her lungs before reeling back and giving her the first real spank. As she took a deep breath inward, that delectably putrid smell overwhelmed her system for several solid seconds. Evelyn broke into a muffled coughing fit, unprepared for the sheer concentration of fart gas in her lungs in such a short time. These farts were dense, packing in an impressive amount into a single release. Overzealous, Evelyn spanked her again for another fart, and before that sputtering sound even stopped, she pulled her arm back for a third.
Again and again, like a drug-addicted rat in a lab, she smacked her hand against Helen’s fat rump. The farts spewed out of her without fail, every single time, though each one was a little different. Some were quick and dirty ones, which immediately prompted Evelyn to give her two more spanks as if to make up for it. Some were long and brassy. Some boomed into her nose and mouth like a sonic boom, punching her lip. Some were silent but deadly – or admittedly, even deadlier than usual, given the nauseating stench that accompanied every single fart that deposited into Evelyn’s lungs.
Every neuron in her brain was lighting up like holiday fireworks, sending her into a near-orgasmic high. Nothing could have prepared her for this experience. Even though she hadn’t even touched herself below the waist — her hands very occupied with worshipping Helen’s delicious ass — at this rate, she felt she might be able to climax from farts alone.
“Mmmmff–ohhhh…” Evelyn moaned without an ounce of shame, pulling out with a sweat-suctioned shlop for a quick breath of air that wasn’t from Helen’s ass. Horny or not, she was still human, after all. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she basked in the glowing warmth that now shrouded her entire head, giggling almost as if she was drunk. “Whoever said ‘never meet your heroes’…oh, how wrong they were…”
Her heart felt like it was running a thousand beats per minute. She could feel the heat of her desires burning red-hot across her face, along her arms and hands, deep into her chest, and of course, between her thighs. Every breath was thoroughly tainted with that rotten, foul, yet unbelievably arousing stink. It clung to the inner compartments of her nose, tickling her at every instant.
“Alright, Elastigirl.” Evelyn wiped away a bit of drool, her chest putting her sexual hunger on full display with its heavy, panting breaths. “Give it to me. I want all of it. I need it. I’ve craved it for as long as I can remember, and I’m not waiting any longer.”
Deciding it was time for the “grand finale,” Evelyn lay down on the floor, face-up beneath Helen’s bent-over form. It took considerable effort to keep her from giggling like a girl in a candy shop while she delivered the next instructions.
“Here are your orders. Sit on my face, and keep on blasting my face with your wonderful, mouth-watering, incredible farts. Don’t you dare even think about getting up until you’ve emptied yourself out. I want every last bit of gas to fill me up.”
Evelyn could feel her heartbeat pulsing through her whole head as she looked up at Helen, perfectly obedient, lowering her luscious bubble butt onto her face. Evelyn felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she lay there, feeling as though things were moving in slow motion. A thick, suffocating cloud nine was coming to her.
The instant Helen’s magnificent buttocks spread over Evelyn’s face, she was handing control of her breathing over to the hypnotized superheroine. Her ass seemed to dwarf her head in size, and in fact spilled down over Evelyn’s chest as well, adding weight there and further complicating her ability to breathe. But Evelyn could not care any less about that. All the air she ever needed was about to come roaring into her nose and mouth.
Just as Evelyn was wondering if she needed to clarify her orders, she heard a formidable gurgling sound just above her. Helen’s guts were fomenting with an unimaginable volume of her nasty, volatile farts. A second later, the first of her gassy barrage crashed into Evelyn’s face like a cup of warm, reeking water had been inverted above her. Evelyn practically screamed in delight into her swampy ass, which further rewarded her immense enthusiasm with yet another fart. Were it not for the ample weight sitting on her and keeping her pinned against the floor, she might’ve arched her back in delirium, riding a tidal wave of raunchy pleasure.
Helen showed no , launching steamy fart after steamy fart into Evelyn’s lungs with almost no breaks in between. As the tightly sealed space around Evelyn’s head grew oppressively damp, her arousal, too, peaked to new heights. Evelyn was very quickly becoming a squealing, slobbering mess. Her moans began to string together in one long declaration of ecstasy, whimpering away under the cacophonous cannon blasts that threatened to shake the walls and peel their paint off.
But it only took a few minutes for things to turn sour…and not just in the literal sense of the taste of Helen’s rumbling farts on Evelyn’s tongue. As her body was thoroughly bathed and saturated with that never-ending fountain of farts that she spent half her life craving, she felt herself growing weaker, her senses dimming, consciousness wavering. She needed a breath, but could find no way to get one.
Evelyn realized she had gotten more than she had bargained for, and wanted to order Helen to stop. But she couldn’t do that with her mouth full. In fact, her mouth was a lot more than full. It was completely overstuffed and overflowing with thick, muggy, eye-watering farts that just kept coming.
This is impossible! This is way too much…That serum has given her way too much gas!
And she was right and wrong, to an extent. The specialized, intestine-troubling serum that Evelyn had slipped into Helen’s coffee was definitely working. Helen’s insides had been ravaged by its formula, and if she weren’t hypnotized, she’d be doubled over with discomforting gas pains. However, what Evelyn had failed to account for is that Helen was already packed full of farts before she even put the goggles on.
Helen Parr was many things: a superheroine, a rising celebrity, a spokesperson. And absolutely none of those things gave her the freedom to let rip and ameliorate her abdominal pressure throughout her day without being captured by the public eye. Even at home, she insisted on keeping herself prim and proper around her kids, which meant that she rarely had a moment in private to loosen one of her trademark room-clearers, the kind that could only come from a pair of thick, juicy, childbearing-and-childrearing hips like hers.
After a while, Helen had learned to overcome the discomfort of constant gas buildup. After all, she was Elastigirl, the woman who could stretch herself to accommodate anything — and if that meant she had to tighten up her stomach to pack down an immense volume of gas and avoid feeling bloated, then that’s what she’d do. So by this point, she had gotten used to holding her farts in, for days at a time, pressurizing her own guts into extreme densities while she went about her busy schedule. She was always on the lookout for some time to release a few farts in privacy to alleviate the highly concentrated stink bomb inside her, but as of late, she hadn’t been too lucky in getting those opportunities.
In short, Helen hadn’t farted in weeks.
In all her fantasizing about a sexy, gassy Elastigirl, Evelyn never considered the possibility that Elastigirl was actually an extremely gassy lady in her everyday life. And now that Evelyn had dosed her with something designed to give her even more gas, she was now on the receiving end of an unfathomably long and foul fumigation. Her fight-or-flight kicked in as her smothering went on and on, getting repeatedly punched in the face with noxious fumes. She wasn’t sure if she was going to make it to the end.
Even in her hypnotized, suggestible state, Helen could feel a bit of bodily pleasure seeping into the corners of her mind as her pressurized guts continued to deflate, farting incessantly and freely as she had been instructed to do. Those farts had been begging for release, and no mind-controlling gadget in the world could filter out the powerful waves of ecstasy of a woman relieving all of her pent-up gas in one furious bombardment. Ever so slightly, Helen began to expand her gassy asshole to let even more gas out of her, which only plunged Evelyn deeper into unbreathable oblivion. Evelyn could now feel every inch of her insides — her lungs, her stomach, and quite possibly her own bowels — saturated with this foul miasma. The very thing that she had desperately craved was now choking the life from her body.
The siren call of Elastigirl’s powerful farts had successfully captured Evelyn. There seemed to be no end to her point-blank gassing. Deprived of any air that was not directly force-fed through Helen’s alluring yet terrifying ass, Evelyn wavered on the verge of unconsciousness. Insufficient oxygen forced her body into darkness, but the sheer stench and room-shaking power of Helen’s massive farts wrestled her back to her senses. As minutes turned to hours, Evelyn was still suffering between this delicate balance, impossibly aroused yet desperate for it to end. An oblivious Helen sat atop her upper half with her oversized backside, dutifully carrying out Evelyn’s last orders, attempting to empty out a bottomless pit of nauseating gas in her gut.