By: causticblast
On a lazy afternoon, a certain trio of girls could often be found walking the dusty roads. Fair-haired Lucy Heartfilia, the youngest of the three, went on with a spring in her step and a perennial twinkle in her eye. Alongside her was Cana Alberona, whose demeanor was far less bubbly; in fact, perhaps the only bubbly thing about her was the large tankard in her hand, frothing with a copious volume of beer. And Erza Scarlet, their headstrong leader with hair as richly red as her name would suggest, walked between the two of them.
…Which was proving to be a bit difficult at the moment, due to their recently enhanced physiques.
“Hey, make some room over there,” Lucy said, giving Cana a look. “You’re practically knocking me off the street.”
Cana gave an exasperated sigh. “We keep doing this. Guys, we’ve been over this. We’re too damn thick to be walking side by side. The road barely accommodates three normal-sized people.”
“Yeah, and we’re definitely not ‘normal-sized’ anymore,” Lucy said with a delighted giggle.
What they were referring to would have been immediately apparent to anyone who saw them. Each of the three girls now possessed buttocks of magnificent proportions, awe-inspiring glutes with size and shape enough to make anyone drool. Their colossal buns would almost look inflated, if not for their wonderful jiggling texture. These were butts that had curvaceous heft that was visible even from the front, wobbling with any minor movement so that their juicy sex appeal were on full display and caught even the most unattentive eye. And from behind, the view was absolutely beyond comparison. Their tight suits were clearly struggling to contain their massive buttocks, the stretchy material pushed to its limits and wrapping so tightly that it even sunk deep into their cracks. Each cheek was so incredibly well-defined this way, like planets possessing their own gravitational field, refusing to be smushed into losing their shapely roundness.
Though the girls were each certainly quite well-endowed in their own right, the glorious size and shape of their enormously curvy rears were actually owed to the dark, skin-tight bodysuits they now wore. These Jiggle Butt Suits, as they were called, must have been blessed by the Goddess of Booty herself. They were still eager to explore their new butt-based prowess, and had so far been adapting well to their new fat-bottomed lives.
Unfortunately, one minor side effect of their huge posteriors was that they were now having difficulty all walking side-by-side. Their thick thighs kept thumping into each other, and the hefty weight of their booties were clashing back and forth, occasionally threatening to take Lucy or Cana off the road entirely.
Lucy pulled her arm back in a large, exaggerated swing before smacking Cana’s behemoth posterior, sending big fluid ripples through the super-tight skinsuit fabric. She giggled again. “Look at us, with our big jiggling butts. Something’s going to have to give.”
Erza sighed. “Fine. Guess I’m taking one for the team.” She was just about to take a step forward to walk in front of her two friends when an obnoxiously loud whistle came from somewhere in the distance, interrupting their attention.
They turned their heads in unison to spot the catcaller. A tall man, quite possibly drunk, was gesturing lewdly at them as he leaned against a tree on the side of the road. “Damn! You three are carrying some serious junk in your trunks! So thick, I might just have to do somethin’ about it. Mmf!” A bit of spittle flew off his lip as he bit it, trying to look enticing.
Cana was the first to roll her eyes. “Ugh.”
Erza, on the other hand, merely smirked. “No, let’s see what happens,” she whispered to her fellow companions. “What’s he going to do? He can’t possibly hurt us.”
Lucy nodded, nonchalantly rubbing her stomach. “I still want to make full use of these new Jiggle Butt powers. I can feel something mean brewing in me.”
Indeed, the Jiggle Butt Suits had granted them more than merely a cosmetic enhancement to their buttocks. Ever since they first put them on, they could feel a surge of gas inside them, giving them immense flatulence with overwhelming power, length, volume, and of course, stench. Though they had tried some “experimentation” upon realizing the offensive potential of their newfound flatulence, they hadn’t yet tested out the full extent of their explosive farting abilities.
Cana remained nonplussed, but yielded to the others. “Fine,” she said in a low voice, “but if he throws up on us, that’s on you. He doesn’t look like he can handle much of what we’re about to give him.”
Lucy snickered. “Oh, like anyone ever can.”
“Eh, that’s true.”
The three of them watched with silent curiosity (and perhaps a modicum of pity, for what they were about to do to him) as they continued down the road, closer to where the man was standing and gazing at their figures with a perverse glint in his eyes.
“Aw, come on, babes. What’s it gonna cost a fella to get you three to turn around and give me a better view?”
“A better view? Mm, all you needed to do was ask.” Erza was the first to turn around, presenting her massive hindquarters and gently jostling her thick booty from side to side with her fingers. She chuckled as her companions did the same, forming a wide wall of butts. He has no idea what’s about to hit him…
While the man stood there, utterly mesmerized and in disbelief at the glorious scene in front of him, he failed to notice the three girls silently nodding to one another and counting down with their fingers. Though it hardly could be helped; their butts looked absolutely delectable, and it was only natural that he’d be staring at them with his jaw hung open. Completely lost in erotic amazement, he could barely even string a couple of crass words together to express a sex-addled thought. He was still absentmindedly reaching out to grab two greedy handfuls of big fat booty when he was suddenly jolted to reality.
“Now!”
“Triple…”
“Butt…”
“Ecstasy!”
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In coordinated unison, the three Jiggle Butt Girls opened fire, each unloading a ferocious fart that tore through her hefty buttocks. The three simultaneous expulsions were each enormous in its own right. There was no warm-up, no shift in tone as they climbed in power; from the very first second, the sound of demented tubas was the only thing audible. The resulting scene was a thick yellow cloud of horrendous stench, moving like a stormfront that would leave no mercy in its dreaded wake. The bassy roaring was powerful enough to quake the very earth beneath them.
“ACK–! WHAT THE F–”
The man was completely overwhelmed in an instant. The sheer tsunami wave of dense, thick, and awfully smelly fart gas overtook him before he could finish a sentence. His eyes and nose burned like fire; his mouth instantly felt dry, and his eardrums momentarily popped in response to the thundering bassy noise of the three viciously powerful butts launching immensely powerful farts into him.
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The many seconds that followed only served to heighten the devastation of his face and lungs. He stumbled backward from the force and from his weakened knees, helplessly falling onto his back. The awful eggy stench washed over him, again and again, as he took desperate breaths of irredeemably tainted air that only continued to get worse. He could practically taste the sulfur, starch, and rotten compost in his gasping mouth. Even though his eyes were shut tight, having gale-force butt thunder blowing into them caused tears to begin streaming through his eyelids.
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After what felt like an eternity but was surely less than a minute, the three girls closed off their dramatic gaseous release as abruptly as it started, showing off their impressive control over their colossal flatulence. It was a silent acknowledgement, a demonstration that they could keep farting and farting for as long as they wanted. In essence, they were declaring that this was only a “warning shot.”
A warning shot of this caliber, however, could still very much pack a punch. The three gave their heavy butts a light playful smack to conclude their maneuver, a bit of hot yellowish steam still drifting out of their deep cracks like smoke from a cannon. Lucy couldn’t help but smirk, exchanging a glance with Cana, proud of the ecological destruction they had wrought with just one fart. They looked around at the flattened grass noticeably decayed in a short cone behind them, and the agitated dust still flying high over the earthen road.
“You—Hrrgh—You girls are fuckin’ NASTY!” Hacking and coughing over his words, the man stumbled backward, trying to get as far away from the trio as possible. Unfortunately, he only got about five messy steps away before he stumbled onto the ground under the large tree. As he lay there helpless, he looked up, gazing in horror at the leaves overhead that had visibly turned from green to yellow — at least, the few that hadn’t been blown clean off the branches from the sheer force of their nauseating gas attack. A large swath of bark on the tree trunk had also been deformed and yellowed, unable to withstand the stinking poison that washed right over it.
His efforts to clear his lungs were futile. Despite the massive amount of nasty fart gas still hanging thick in the air, an equally immense amount of it had infiltrated his system. He could do little else but beg with his watering eyes as Erza stepped forward, her big juicy peach jiggling with every accentuated step.
“Still got a little fight in you, huh?” Erza said, turning around with dramatic flair. She slowly crouched down over his face, her giant booty looming closer and closer until it completely enveloped him. “Let’s change that.”
He didn’t even get a chance to whimper before she slammed her majestic posterior down, now fully swallowing his head. Through all the thick booty meat that was pressing all over his face and neck, he could feel the tip of his nose rammed right up against her exit — the epicenter of her horrendous gas. Which also meant he could feel that very hole puckering and opening up as she unleashed her very next move, spelling his certain doom.
“Point-Blank…Ecstasy!”
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Though shorter, this fart was still huge by typical human standards, and at this range, there was absolutely no room for mercy. Its entire volume rushed into his nostrils, filling his whole head and chest with the reeking, stinging sensation of rotten compost and an entire shipyard’s worth of sulfur. Erza enjoyed the warmth at her rump growing in intensity. She could tell that all the plentiful gas wasn’t going to fit in his lungs, smelling more and more of her own raunchy stink as it had nowhere to go but out into the open air around them.
Her companions watched on in admiration and perhaps some jealousy. They tried to look through the foggy yellow haze of Erza’s colossal blast to assess the man’s condition, but could barely make anything out through the sheer density of her fart.
“If he’s still awake, I call dibs on his face next. Let me try.”
“I…Cana, I definitely don’t think he’s going to be okay after that.”
Erza concluded her righteous facial gassing and got up to admire her handiwork. She waved her hand around, dissipating a small amount of the formidable stinking cloud around her seat so that she could actually see. The three girls peered down at the man, now collapsed and completely unconscious, face pale and lips tinged with a bit of yellow as a testament of just how much of these powerful farts he had inhaled. A thin wispy trail was still seeping out from his nostrils, further highlighting his complete and utter saturation with her colossal fart blast.
“...You think we overdid it?”
“Maybe.” Cana shrugged, gesturing for the other two to move on with her. “But he had it coming.”
Lucy ran an idle hand over her rotund backside, feeling its jiggling mass. “Should we try to wake him?”
“You got farts that heal?”
“I…don’t know?”
Cana scoffed. “Maybe you should sit on his face and think healthy thoughts.”
Erza rolled her eyes. “Come on. He’ll wake up eventually. Let’s go.”
Down the road they continued, their buttocks practically jiggling in unison. Immediately forgetting the cause of their previous bickering, the three of them walked shoulder to shoulder, their wonderfully fat butts still colliding against each other from their shifting weight. The light slapping between all three pairs of big meaty buns created a fun, rhythmic sound to accompany their footsteps along the way.
Of course, with these particular gals, there was never a long stretch of time before a different set of sounds would inevitably dominate through the reverberating air. A soft yet steady grumbling emanated from their stomachs, constantly churning away to fill their guts and intestines with high-pressure farts. This made sure that they were always ready to unleash some real powerful stinkers at a moment's notice. Enticed by the continuous sensation of gas pushing at her back exit, Lucy suddenly stopped to bend over with a giggle.
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“Aahhh…” Lucy let out a fluttering sigh as her thunderous fart ended, dust still swirling behind her from the force. “Mm, that just feels so good, every time!” She rubbed her hand in big smooth circular motions on her buttocks, feeling the taut rubbery suit material stretched thin as it struggled to contain her gigantic booty. Her fat round butt was always in motion, jiggling this way and that way, and she loved to feel it vibrate from the force of her ever-powerful emissions.
Encouraged by her companion suddenly letting loose, Erza stopped to raise her leg, opening up her own cheeks just a little bit to let the rich gas flow out of her.
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“Ngh, you can say that again,” Erza said with a deep inhale through her nose. The faint yellow haze trailed into her airways, causing her to shudder in self-satisfied delight. “Mmmh, it always fucking reeks, too. Smells so rancid, this stuff could take out an entire army…”
“Gotta say, I really like the way my farts make my butt feel in this suit,” Cana added. “Especially the really long ones that hiss quietly for a while?” Demonstrating the subject, a thin trail of yellow gas continued to spew out of her large rump as she spoke, creating a sort of miasmic aura around her form. “It’s like I’m making my own personal fog cloud. Keeping me safe and warm, from head to toe.”
“It’s always the silent ones that stink the most,” Lucy said, nodding her approval. Catching a whiff of Cana’s dreadful stink, she wafted a playful hand in front of her face, smiling at the potent odor of old cabbage and fruity wine gone bad. “Hoo, that’s intense, Cana! Oh, but personally, I love seeing how far my farts go when the big loud blasts blow out of my gut and punch through the air.”
Bending over again, Lucy squeezed one eye shut and placed her hand on her gut, feeling the lovely rumbling in her intestines like a bomb being loaded into place. She bit her lip and effortlessly unleashed another gargantuan fart through her equally impressive rear, exploding into a cannon shot of flatulence that blasted yellow clouds several yards behind her before trailing into a deathly hiss for several more lingering seconds.
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“Mmmnh, yeah…with farts this strong, it doesn’t matter if you’re standing upwind. You can’t run fast enough away from my stinky gas, that’s for sure! If you’re close enough to hear it, you’re definitely close enough to smell it!” Lucy declared, as if challenging the air itself to defy her and try to overcome her oppressive butt stench. She gave herself a single good spank, giggling at the rippling motions along her fat buttocks.
“Yeah, honestly, with farts like these, no creeps will ever want to come near us.” Erza leaned to her other side, casually unloading a bombardment of her own. This time, she broke it down into a half dozen volley of smaller farts, peppering the space behind her with an ever-expanding cloud of reeking old dairy and meat.
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“Ah, fuck yeah…” Very pleased with herself and her mighty gassy backside, Erza wafted the dull yellow fumes up to her face and sighed. “I sure love how bad I stink. That poor guy back there never stood a chance the second he strayed too close to this big booty of mine. I don’t even think I needed to sit on his face to knock him out, damn that’s strong.”
Cana smirked at her. “Yeah, but it was fun doing the Point-Blank thing, wasn’t it?”
“Oh, absolutely. I love the way all that vicious, smelly heat just slams downward and hits the airways with no mercy.”
“You’re telling me. God, I’m craving a facesit right now. Spreading this cake over someone’s helpless face, cheeks spilling over, nose right up against my gassy little hole…”
“Damn, you’re one horny girl.”
Cana blushed, but remained defensive of her remark. “Don’t pretend you two don’t feel the same. This suit is making me crave that kind of naughty gassy action.” A still-silent Erza merely smirked, unwilling to deny that assertion.
“Well, Cana, you’ve got dibs to sit on the next face that dares to challenge us. For now we can just have fun ripping giant farts and defiling the air as much as we want.” Swinging her thick hips one way, Lucy prepared herself to casually unload another monster fart, instantly creating a heavy fog that hung over the dirt and gravel.
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A surprising amount of dust kicked up from Lucy’s powerful emission, swirling and mixing in with the actual yellow fumes of her reeking gas. Before she could even appreciate her own ability to create such a smoke-screening effect with effortless ease, though, Cana reached behind her to pull one of her own meaty cheeks aside. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to keep blasting away. I still love the vibrating shockwaves that my delicious farts send through my suit. But it just…I don’t know, sometimes it just feels like a waste.”
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Not to be outdone, Cana let loose with a beer-charged butt blast of her own, doing her part to make the lingering cloud behind them even thicker and harder to breathe through. It carried with it the kind of sound that could make someone flinch, thinking it was the sound of a ferocious bellowing beast. To her, though, it was just loosening a bit of pressure from her ever-churning guts.
“Well, think about it this way. If anything, we’re doing all women of this world a favor by blasting these farts so loudly and proudly,” Erza said with a self-satisfied chuckle. “I’m tired of all this ‘girls don’t fart’ nonsense. Who says it’s not ladylike to rip a big mean bassy butt bomb every now and then?” Bending over and squinting cutely, she punctuated her statement with yet another rude sound from her booty as it did its best impression of a dysfunctional tuba.
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“Mmgh, that’s the stuff…” Erza sighed. “I’d like to see someone try to come and tell me I shouldn’t be farting like that in public. They’d be heaving and coughing before they could get too close.”
“Yeah. If anyone has the audacity to try to stop me, you bet I’ll be taking that as a personal challenge. Like anyone’s going to be a match for me when I’ve got a full tank of gas,” Cana declared, rubbing her midsection. “Any excuse to get up close and personal using my massive gassy backside is an opportunity I’ll be taking.
“There’s got to be some people who enjoy this kind of thing,” Lucy wondered aloud. “I mean, the part where they take big farts to the face.”
“Like a fetish?”
“Yeah, exactly! I’d love to sit on someone’s face who actually likes being farted on.” Cocking her hip one way, Lucy paused to let out another gusty fart, perfuming the dirt behind her with more foul yellow air before continuing. “Dealing with idiot pervs by blasting stink in their direction has been fun, but for once I want to let loose on a cutie that’ll moan when I rip gas into their lungs.”
“God, I do hope more of those people exist,” Cana admitted. “I’d love to have people that worship this dumptruck booty and all the stinky farts that I launch out of it on a daily basis.”
“I mean, I’m sure they do exist, but there’s no way they’d be able to withstand more than, like, three farts from our steamy butts,” Erza pointed out. “These gas blasts are too powerful for the average man to handle. You saw what happened to the last guy back there.”
Lucy tilted her head. “You used Point-Blank Ecstasy against him,” she retorted. “That’s specifically designed to K.O. someone.”
Cana spoke up as her butt puttered away with another deep bassy rumble. “Nah, Lucy, she’s got a point. He definitely wouldn’t have stayed awake by the time we force-fed him the fourth or fifth one. Ugh, that kinda sucks.” She paused for a second, before adding, “Whatever. I’ll settle for tearing up the lungs and faces of bad guys. As long as I can keep vibrating these cheeks against someone.”
It was a self-evident truth. The foul yellow fog hovering around the three girls would have been gag-inducing for most people. The accumulated humidity and stench from each of them blasting shameless farts through their perpetually jiggling, amply rotund bottoms was downright oppressive. The cloud of residual flatulence would remain there for at least another hour, long after the girls had walked away from the vicinity. Its weight would resist being dispersed by the wind, and any poor soul unfortunate enough to approach its poisonous aura would instantly keel over. But none of that mattered to the Jiggle Butt Girls, who were happy to continue blowing their colossal farts through their hefty cheeks, sounding like a whole brass section playing all at once.
The noxious trail of thick yellow stench continued emanating behind the three of them by the time they came across another figure standing in the road. They gave each other some looks of playful, mischievous curiosity as they approached. Clearly, the same thought was running through their minds: this could be yet another plaything for their fart-blasting butts.
For once, they held back their ecosystem-ravaging flatulence as they slowed down and sized him up. He was younger than their first victim, probably close to their own age, and appeared to be looking for something when their eyes met.
“Oh!” The young man spoke first. “Hi there!”
“Well, hello!” Lucy responded with a flirtatious tone, pushing her buxom chest outward with a well-practiced gesture with her arms. “What’s your name?”
“Oh, I’m Alan.”
“Well, nice to meet you, Alan! I’m Lucy, and these are my two friends, Erza and Cana. Come on, say hi, you two!” Lucy gestured to them as she introduced them, who met her with intrigued glances. They’d known her to be an exuberantly cheery person with an effervescent personality, sure. But this was a noticeably dramatic change in her demeanor. She was definitely flirting with this guy.
With an acquiescent wave, they gave him another look, up and down, trying to assess him better. Well, he is cute…but can he really not smell all that leftover fart funk hanging around us?
“Listen, this might sound a little weird, but…I noticed a very loud, uh, distinct sound just a short while ago. I wanted to know if any of you—“
Ah. There it is.
Erza was the first to catch on. “Did it sound kind of like a fart? A really big, bassy fart noise?”
To her modest surprise, Alan seemed unfazed by her directness. He nodded. “Yeah, exactly. Like that. Uhm…Was that…was that one of you?”
There was no hint of disgust or aversion in his tone. Rather, something else under the surface hinted at curiosity, or perhaps temptation. Their previous conversation rang too clear in Erza’s memory, and an opportune little smirk creeped into her lips. Certain ideas began bubbling up in her mind, mirroring the fervent bubbling in her gut that never ceased to generate more and more vigorous gas. She quickly glanced again at her two companions, confirming that they, too, were on the same page.
“Hah! One of us?” Lucy jumped in, almost as if she was competing for his attention. “Oh, Alan. It was all three of us together. Farting together,” she added, with special emphasis on “farting.” She looked into his eyes for a reaction, searching for clues about what kind of guy he was.
Cana played along, lacing sensuality into her words as she flaunted her gassy prowess. “Yeah, we love farting together. All three of us, we’ve got some real talent when it comes to passing gas. We’ve got lots of massive, steamy, heavy, stinky farts to blow out our meaty rears.” She lowered her voice to an almost husky sort of tone, bringing an added foxy attitude to her words that tickled across Alan’s ears. “Why do you ask? So what, if we’re a couple of monumentally gassy girls? Is there something you’d like to say about that?” Wait, is he blushing? I wonder if…What’s he doing with his pants?
Erza smirked, taking mental note of Alan’s body language as Cana teased him. Cana took another step forward. “You can smell it, can’t you? The butt fog still stinking in the air? Smells pretty powerful, doesn’t it?” Alan nodded, swallowing. Cana came closer. She could practically feel his heartbeat climbing as she did, bringing herself face to face until she was practically whispering to him. She reached out, tracing her fingers across his chest with a slow, methodical stroke. “Well, what you’re smelling right now is just the aftermath. Imagine just how bad it must be to witness them in person. Imagine what it would feel like to have your face take the full brunt of the steamy-hot, raunchy, literally breathtaking farts. Imagine our huge, swinging butts, fully armed with the worst gas humanly possible, all drowning your lungs.”
Cana was getting excited now, her arousal spiking at the prospect of finally realizing her gassy fantasy. The way Alan was sweating and looking at her was adorable. This was a promising sign. All you have to do is ask, big guy…she thought to herself. I’m holding back a fucking hurricane, and it could all be yours…
Lucy, not to be outdone and eager to get Alan’s attention back, hopped and turned around in one smooth motion, presenting her big heaving buttocks to him. Flicking her blonde hair aside, she swayed her hips side to side, making her bulging buttocks shift and rock rhythmically to make her booty jiggle. “That’s right, take it aaaaaall in. It’s so big and round, isn’t it? But be careful, Alan…This thing gets feisty. You don’t want to be too close when it starts breathing fire. It’ll definitely leave you with a burning sensation in your chest.” She snickered. “And nose, and eyes.”
The only heat in Alan’s mind, however, was the heat rising in his loins. This was the kind of dirty talk that he could only have dreamt of in the past. He tried to keep his cool, but as his breathing grew faster, he could sense that more of their foul, toxic fart gas was making its way into his system. The smell had layers to it, reeking of heavy starch and expired dairy and burnt vegetable matter and eggy sulfur all at once. No amount of exhaling could clear the stench out entirely from his lungs, leaving a permanent taint on his senses that kept heightening the sexual appeal of the entire experience. And to think, that this was just the leftovers, clinging to the butts of their suits from their constant farting escapades…
“Hooh, god yes…” Alan heard himself say. Was this really happening? His head was already feeling like it was floating away from the rest of his body. “Can we just do it here? Like now? Or–”
Erza cut him off. “Wait, wait. Hang on a sec.”
Cana groaned. “Buzzkill. Don’t let her cockblock us, Alan, just—”
“No, seriously.” Erza grabbed Alan’s shoulder, pivoting him to face her so that she could look straight into his eyes and deliver a vital warning. “You need to know what you’re signing up for. Look, if you’re into farts, great. That’s fantastic news. But you do realize how powerful they are, right? We wouldn’t want to hurt you. We typically use our massive farts to fend off thugs and evildoers. They can do some real damage.” She paused to read Alan’s reaction before adding, “I mean, we actually laid a guy out just ten minutes ago. He’s still unconscious somewhere up the road. It only took two big ones. Even if you were to enjoy it, I don’t know if you’d last very long.”
Alan thought for a moment, which was difficult, given the circumstances. Even the threat of real physical harm was hardly a dissuading factor to make his fantasies come true. “Can’t you, uh, can’t you just go easy on me?”
“Exactly,” Cana said, crossing her arms. “Don’t worry, Alan, I can treat you right. I’ll do my best not to knock you out. Now get on your fucking knees.”
Alan obliged, dropping to his knees as Cana made a big show of turning around and shaking her big round rump in his face. Her hypnotic hip movements had the appropriate effect on him, as he stared at the mesmerizing sight of her perfect twin globes jiggling around. The tight suit gave them a gleaming texture that highlighted their curvaceous heft, and the crevasse between her two massive buttocks was practically calling his name as he knelt there at eye level. Erza and Lucy exchanged a glance; while Erza seemed more concerned for Alan, Lucy merely shrugged.
“Last chance to say no,” Erza warned. “Alan, if you—”
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She was interrupted mid-sentence by a sizable stream of gas tearing through Cana’s supple cheeks, evidently growing impatient. For a split second, a small dark yellow spot emerged right in the middle between Cana’s big round buttocks. Then Alan’s vision went blurry, instantly filling with nothing but yellow plumes of hot fetid air that seemed to surround him from all directions. The same stench that was dancing across his nostrils was suddenly magnified by a thousand. It became impossible to pick out specific smells among the thick haze filling his breaths, and the only thing he could process was that this fart stunk like hell. Cana’s foul tailwind had devoured his whole head, filling his nose and mouth with a potent poison that felt so wrong and yet felt so good.
“Alan? Talk to me, buddy. How was that?” Cana was saying. “Can I crank it up a notch? That was, like, a fraction of my usual farts.”
“He’s taking it pretty well…” Erza commented from the sidelines, mainly to herself. Her eyes drifted down to a noticeable bulge in his pants. “He’s definitely enjoying it, that’s for sure.”
“Maybe we can work our way up to the big ones,” Cana said, wiggling her hips again. “I’d love to feel your nose pinned against my gassy hole while I unleash real noxious blasts at point-blank range.”
“I…” Alan coughed up a foul-tasting puff of yellow smoke. “That sounds hot as fuck, but I honestly don’t think I’ll be ready for that any time soon.”
Cana looked over her shoulder to smirk at him, winking seductively. “It’s okay. I’ve got plenty of gas for you to practice your gag reflex on.”
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“Ahhh…fuck…”
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Upon hearing Alan respond verbally, Cana decided she was comfortable with turning up the heat. Reaching behind her to pull one of her luscious cheeks aside, loosening the lid on her powerful gas a little more. After letting go of one fart, however, she sighed deeply at the sensation of its voluminous release rumbling through her thick rear, and relaxed her sphincter enough to unload another fart, this one far more powerful.
The swift one-two punch to Alan’s face caught him off guard, and he would have stumbled backwards if he hadn’t been on his knees already. Just when he thought he could catch his breath after the first fart, the second came careening into him, filling his lungs even without inhaling. He broke into a full coughing fit, unable to fit so much gas all at once, leaving a heavy cloud of Cana’s deep intestinal stink floating around his head and shoulders. Even as he was coughing, Cana’s lengthy release continued to rage on, less than a foot away from his unobstructed nose and mouth. When she finally came to her senses and abruptly cut off her gaseous attack on his airways, she didn’t exactly sound apologetic for losing control.
“Ooh, was that too much, Alan? Quick, give me a spank if you want more!”
“Cana?” Erza spoke up. “Uh, take it easy. I’d like for him to be awake long enough for us to have our fun.”
This time, it was Lucy that was sassing her back. “Oh, relax,” she said, jabbing Erza in the side. “He’s lapping it up perfectly fine. In fact…”
Lucy stepped over next to Cana, giving her a light hip-check with her own massive rear. “Move your fat booty over, Cana. Let’s see how he handles two at once.”
Erza wasn’t entirely convinced just yet. “Cana, you just pushed out a real big monster fart there. Alan? You there? Damn, it’s kinda hard to see you through all the butt smog…”
Alan was still coughing, his lungs wrestling with their biological need for clean oxygen but finding none in the immediate vicinity. Every breath brought in more of that nauseating odor, and he had to force himself to relax. Deep breaths weren’t exactly possible in this state, but nonetheless he tried, calming the unsteady sensation in his chest. Despite the damage done to his lungs, his cock had no desire to stop now, twitching with desire in his pants at the drool-worthy buttocks and reeking flatulence before him. The thick stench was sticking to the inside of his lungs, and he could not find enough air between gasps to speak his approval. But he managed to bring his arm up and flash a thumbs-up, before opening his palm and slamming it against Cana’s butt. It was weaker than either of them expected, but it was enough.
Cana laughed in response. “Erza? You want in on this? Our kinky little fart lover is proving to be a resilient one. I think we can graduate him right up to a three-way treat.”
“Alright, fine,” Erza said, finally relenting. “Alan, if you pass out at any point during this, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Alan shook his head, trying to clear out the both literal and metaphorical fog in his brain – but only barely managing to escape the latter kind. When he looked up, he saw the most wonderful sight he had ever seen: three pairs of massive, juicy, curvy cheeks that wobbled with every little motion, clad in the tightest suits that hugged them perfectly. Swirling trails of faded yellow fog continued to cloud his vision, but nothing could obscure the glorious thickness that overshadowed his entire head. The sight alone was enough to make him harder than diamond. Adding the knowledge that all three of these big round butts were quite possibly the gassiest and smelliest in the world…it was almost too much.
“Wait, are we doing Triple Ecstasy?” Lucy asked.
“No, I feel like that would end our fun too early. Let’s just see how he handles our ‘normal’ farts when it’s all three of us at once,” Erza said, pausing a bit on the word “normal” as if to acknowledge that even their usual gassy discharges were far more powerful than any human woman should be capable of.
“So it’s open season on Alan’s cute little face.” Cana stretched her back, sending miniature ripples down into her wiggling buttocks. “Fine by me. Hey, Alan? Try to stay awake.”
And with that simple instruction, the three girls began to relax, unleashing a sudden storm of flatulence with no apparent end in sight. Their big heavy farts continued one after another, with not a single second of silence in between; as soon as one gassy rear sputtered to a halt, the other two would fill the gap. Each fat-bottomed farter only paused to shake her majestic rear, spreading her own luscious fart further and letting the thick yellow fumes waft into Alan’s face.
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For several minutes, the three continued farting indiscriminately, each one with an ear-shattering bassy sound that blew lengthy tuba notes into Alan’s ears. The temperature around his head seemed to elevate by a handful of degrees for each one that slammed into him, amplifying the humidity and leading to a ridge of sweat on his brow. The thick, dense gas practically splashed over his entire head, drenching him in a damp heat that climbed higher by the second. And most of all, the smell felt like it would cling to every cell in his nose, mouth, throat, and lungs for all eternity. The deliciously foul stench, resulting from a truly abominable concoction of three stomachs’ worth of digested food, was weaving itself into the fiber of his very being. He didn’t even have enough air to cough or heave anymore; he felt dried out inside, like he’d been smoking for several consecutive hours. It was a heavenly sensation.
Overcome by his desires, Alan fought back against the monumental force of this tidal wave of perpetual gas and pushed forward, reaching out to grab a handful of booty on either side. He found his grip sinking into Cana’s buttocks, who looked back at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Normally, I don’t appreciate it when men help themselves to my sexy curves,” Cana said in a teasing tone. “But I’ll make an exception for you, if you put your nose in there right now and don’t pull it back.”
With the explicit green light to do so, Alan immediately pushed his face into her rear, moving her cheeks aside and finding his nose right at the epicenter of all her noxious stench. The smell that had stuck to her suit was already powerful enough to make him feel dizzy. So when she gave a soft little grunt and loosened a behemoth fart at point-blank range, it felt like a battering ram made of solid rock had suddenly swung into his chest.
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Alan felt his lungs inflate, nearly to the point of pain, as if Cana was pumping him like a toxic balloon. His hung-open mouth began to taste the backflow, with an ungodly amount of gas being passed right back out through his husky throat. Even a complete fumigation of his lungs and the extra gas leaking out of his airways wasn’t enough to contain Cana’s massive gut bomb: an impressive amount leaked out through the sides of his face, threatening to dislodge him from his place in her butt. For several agonizing breaths, Alan was fully, completely, 100% saturated with her singular fart and all its immense, intoxicating gas.
“Mmmngh, fuck! Yes! Alan, fuck, this is even better than I thought it’d be…”
Lucy pouted at an overstimulated Cana. “Hey, no fair! You gotta share him.” Swiveling her hips and reaching diagonally to grab Alan by a tussle of hair, Lucy guided his face directly into her own cheeks, giving him barely a second to register his new position before she tore one into his nose.
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Alan’s face was bathed in a new wave of stinking warmth as Lucy unleashed a foul demon of her own. His lungs, nowhere near recovered from the last one that rattled his skull, were packed full to the brim again…and again…and again, as Lucy’s big round rump just kept on going and going. His eyes practically rolled back into his head, and the edges of his vision threatened to fade into black. The only thing that kept him going was his member, throbbing with such potent sexual thrill that it felt like it could spurt into his pants at any minute.
“Your turn, Erza! Give him your best shot!” Lucy pulled a desperately gasping Alan out of her butt and shoved him towards her red-headed companion.
Erza, meanwhile, had completely abandoned any semblance of worry for Alan and was now blasting away with nothing to lose. She even found herself moaning as more stink continued pouring out of her massive butt, jiggling her cheeks nonstop from the vibrational force. Each of her earth-shattering farts were accompanied by joyous laughter, enjoying her own gassy prowess to its full extent. She was indulging in the reality that absolutely nobody could challenge her endlessly stinky booty. She (and her friends) were the undisputed champions of unloading colossal farts from their hefty butts, and the impossibly dense yellow smog around them now was clear proof of that.
Lost in her own gassy world, Erza barely paid her two friends any mind as they pivoted around her to create a semi-hotbox with just the thickness of their hips and their mind-boggling buttocks. They had Alan completely surrounded, and were now ripping their ceaseless, gargantuan farts right up against his head. As they continued to bombard him with their deep, bassy stench, Alan was lost in a state of delirium. His lungs were working overtime just to keep him awake, while the perpetual gassing that soaked his insides with the most wonderfully wretched smell of his life was practically burning a hole in his pants with such arousal.
Alan couldn’t hear a single thing over the nonstop tuba booties wrecking every single one of his senses. But if he could, he would have heard the three girls chatting about their farts, serving as a stark reminder of one thing: while he was experiencing the most potent, nauseating, deliciously foul, shamelessly loud farts he had ever witnessed…for these girls, it was just another day in their unimaginably gassy lives.
“Personally, I’m a big fan of farting in small enclosed spaces,” Cana was saying, raising her voice over the cacophony coming out of her own steamy butt. “It’s such a good feeling to lean over and push out a deep, rumbling stinker, maybe while moaning a little. Everyone in the room turns to look at you, and everyone knows that the dreaded stench of my poisonous booty is about to expand and infiltrate their nostrils.”
“Ugh, yes! And when you lock eye contact with someone while you do it?” Erza jumped in enthusiastically. “That is such a fun thing to do. They can’t do anything about it, which is the other thing.”
“Exactly!” Cana said as she blasted Alan with another butt bomb, hardly even pushing to unleash such powerful flatulence. “What are they going to do, force me to stop farting? Hah! This stinky booty stops for no one.”
“You used to be a gassy girl, even before we got these powers,” Lucy added. “Remember those days?”
Erza laughed. “I can’t believe we used to think that was impressive.”
Still farting, Cana rolled her eyes. “Ugh, yeah. Any time I had too much to drink—”
“Which was every time,” Lucy blurted out.
“Shut up. Anyways, yeah, any time I had too much to drink, I’d get all bloated. It’d feel so uncomfortable holding all that gas in, and I’d need to blow it all out of me.”
“Even your worst farts back then are nothing compared to these farts now,” Erza said proudly, before unleashing one of her longest-ever farts into Alan’s eager face. “Ooh, fuck, that was pretty good.”
“Hey, Alan!” Cana shouted, trying to win against the monstrous storm of flatulence from their three gassy butts. “Alan, how are you holding up? Give me three good spanks if you’re still awake.”
Lucy giggled. “If you want someone to give your meaty cheeks a nice slap, you just have to ask, Cana. I’d be happy to do it for you. No need to pester him.”
The three girls could just barely make out the sound of Alan croaking and squawking for air, his lungs absolutely defiled and destroyed from their farting.
“This is…so much gas…”
“Farts, farts, and more farts, baby!” Lucy cheered. “We’ve only been at this for, like, fifteen minutes, Alan. Maybe we should give you a quick break or something. Want some water? I really don’t want you passing out on us. There’s so much more we can give you.” Cana nodded, rubbing her curvy rear to highlight her point.
“Do you…” Alan began hacking up a lung mid-sentence, the three girls watching and waiting patiently for him to recover. “Ohhhh, fuck, this is intense. Do you ever even run out?”
“Actually, we don’t know. It sure doesn’t seem like it.”
“We could try to find out…” Erza said, a fiendish smirk creeping up into her tone.
“Ooh, an endurance test?” Lucy practically jumped up at the idea. “Yes! We’ll see who has to yield first: our gassy butts, or your steaming lungs!”
“Yeah, we’ll see if we can make you tap out before we run out of gas. Though…I really do think we’ll never run out. I could blast stinky farts nonstop for ages!”
Alan gave a weak smile. “Well, I sure feel like I could keep sniffing them for ages too. You’re a dream come true, seriously. This is amazing…”
“You know what?” Cana said suddenly. “Let’s get to a tavern. Buy me a beer, and I can show you what all that carbonation can do for you once it’s made its way through my storm-brewing guts.”
“When she says ‘a beer,’ she means a few dozen,” Lucy teased.
“Oh, shut up.”
“As if you need any more fuel for your farts,” Erza said. “Even on an empty stomach, we could keep gassing this guy for ages.”
Cana ignored her and turned to Alan. “Look, beer or no beer, I want to get to a room so I can get these pants off of you.”
Alan raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“It’ll be a different kind of endurance test, that’s for sure.”
Lucy swung her arm back and smacked Cana’s bubbly rear, sending a series of ripples through her supple flesh. Giggling, she then slung her arm around Cana. “You better not be getting a two-person room, then.”
“Of course not.” Cana smirked. “Erza? Joining us?”
“As if you even had to ask.”
Together, bonded by their shared depravity and indulgence in the sexual thrill of farting, the four of them went on into the next town in search of a private room…preferably one with poor ventilation.