By: causticblast
Sounds of footsteps on the cold metal floor echoed throughout the halls as jackbooted guards ran to investigate. No alarms – yet – but things weren’t looking good for the mother-daughter duo’s infiltration operation.
Helen, using her elastic abilities to briefly turn herself into a rope swing, flung Violet and herself up to the catwalks near the ceiling of the room. And not a moment too soon – as their feet hit the metal, the door slammed open, and six uniformed security personnel fanned out into the room, sweeping for any signs of intrusion.
That simple move, which she had done a thousand times before, was enough to cause a grotesque groaning sound to shift through Helen’s intestines. Uurgh, why now!?
Next to her, Violet swiftly turned herself invisible, meaning Helen couldn’t read her facial expressions or body language. She wasn’t sure if Vi had heard her gastric distress. With silence being so mission-critical right now, she couldn’t even risk a whisper.
The two superheroines, having worked together so closely, had long established a code of simple hand gestures to communicate in silence. Needless to say, they had never needed to arrange a code for “I have to fart, and it’s going to break our stealth; please assist me.”
Helen’s insides groaned again. Instinctively, she used her abilities to stretch her guts, expanding to accommodate the rapidly-ballooning pressure. But time was ticking, and her gas was building. There was only so much room she could make for the enormous farts about to break out of her hefty backside. She could probably elastically modify her ass so that they came out as silent hissers; but the smell…
Thinking quickly, Helen signaled for Vi to create a small force field bubble, then to bring the bubble close to her. Those were two gestures they had thankfully already established. Now it was just up to the invisible girl to follow through.
Violet took a moment to realize what her mother was trying to accomplish. Having spent most of the year away at college, their agreed-upon nonverbal signals were a bit hazy in her mind. What are you trying to say? She wanted to ask. And why does your stomach look so full all of a sudden?
Helen grew exasperated and desperate. Dammit, Vi…!
As she frantically tried to begin her fifth repeat of those two hand gestures, the devastating storm of gas inside her reached a critical mass. Helen clutched her midsection, which she had now swelled as big as she could bear. Her stomach was rumbling and churning with terrifying ferocity, as if the toxic gaseous storm inside had developed its own thunder and lightning. Even total elastic control over her sphincter was not going to be enough.
A particularly powerful surge of gas shot pain through Helen, catching her off guard. She stumbled backwards, her center of gravity too far forward due to her bubble-gut balloon stomach.
Violet, right behind her but unseen, was caught underneath as Helen fell butt-first onto her daughter, smooshing her plump flesh all over her head and upper torso. Vi grunted, partly in surprise and partly in pain from being shoved into the grills of the metal catwalk. Thankfully, her utterance was muffled under several pounds of ass, and the guards were none the wiser. Vi’s body also stifled the noise of Helen’s body weight crashing against the metal, and though this was no enviable position, she was glad she was being sat on, if only because the alternative would have been lethal. Unfortunately, things were about to go from bad to worse.
The momentary impact pushed Helen’s intestines to their absolute breaking point. A vile fart burst through her ass, superheating the bottom of her suit within seconds.
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She tried to hold back, but it was too late. The gas was flowing, and there was no stopping this powerful release.
Plan B it is.
Quick as a speedster, Helen reached behind her and stretched her asscheeks to silence the lengthy gust of foul wind tearing out of her meaty buttocks. A tried-and-true method, this was something Helen had used plenty of times before when dropping stealth bombs — in other missions, while crop-dusting a press conference, or sometimes just pranking a colleague with her notoriously bad gas.
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Vi opened her mouth to yell reflexively, but Helen was too quick: before Vi’s vocal cords could find air, she found herself wedged deep within her crevasse, her face squeezed between two plump, firm cheeks. Her mouth, left hanging open in a silent scream, became a receptacle for the hot, smelly fumes. She struggled for several agonizing seconds as her mouth was filled with fart gas, feeling it rumble past her tongue and down her throat.
It took a moment for Helen to realize what had just happened. The relief from that one single fart was enough to make her immediately want to rip another huge one, right where she sat. But she shook herself out of a stupor and came to terms with the fact that she was sitting, and had just farted directly onto, her daughter Violet. She moved to apologize, but froze and stopped herself, remembering where they were.
Helen looked down at the half-dozen guards patrolling the area. Muffled or not, the first section of her sudden fart was definitely audible. Thankfully, the guards seemed to pass it off as one of their own – or perhaps ignore it entirely as some random, unrelated bout of noise. Either way, none of them looked up at the ceiling.
For a second, she thought she could get up without making another sound. But as she leaned forward and rose, a sharp prickling sensation rolled down her abdomen. Having barely released Violet from her gassy facesitting, she immediately had to sit back down, her turbulent gut having a mind of its own.
Oohh, FUCK! Fuck, there’s more where that came from, huh…
She reached back and grabbed Vi’s head, locking it back into place. Helen lowered her weight again, feeling absolutely overwhelmed by the volume of gas packed inside her, struggling to get out. She felt guilty, but she also had no choice, and no time left.
Open wide, honey…Or else we’re both dead…
Violet panicked for a second as she felt herself sink back into the thick, powerful pair of cheeks squishing against her face. A mouthful of one of those putrid farts was bad enough; she did not want to suffer through another. But she forced herself to fight down the urge to shove her mother’s heavy posterior off of her face. Like it or not, this was the only way to maintain their stealth profile. She lay there in silent torment, awaiting the inevitable bombardment into her mouth.
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A hissing menace wrapped itself around her tongue and snaked its way up her nostrils, invading her brain with disgusting sewage stench. Vi couldn’t even cough to clear out the musk in her throat. She was left festering in the aftershock of such a nasty fart.
Helen’s eyes rolled back into her head as she unleashed this stinker. She could feel her heavily distended stomach shrinking just a tiny bit, but she knew all too well that this was just the beginning. Her abdomen had ballooned to this size for a damn good reason: every inch of her intestines were packed to the brim with foul farts. This was no two-fart gut…maybe more like two hundred.
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…Okay, maybe two thousand?
Helen rubbed her big round stomach again, feeling its constant grumbling vibrate against her fingertips. These farts were lengthy and violent, desperate to be freed from the confines of her stink-saturated digestive tract. They erupted out of her shapely rear with the force of a superhero punch, and she was quite frankly impressed with how well Violet was keeping her composure down there. But what was truly impressive was the fact that these were just the farts that were slipping out. She hardly pushed at all to free these gassy monsters from her gut. Like swamp gas in a bog, she was just ripping farts based on whatever bubbled to the surface. Her bowels were at absolute 100% capacity, it seemed — and still making more gas for her to dump into Violet’s mouth.
Vi, of course, was hoping and praying that the worst of it was over. Being crammed under Helen’s dumptruck ass was something she could handle, but soaking in her awful farts was just too much. Her mouth tasted like rotten eggs, cayenne pepper, and something oddly like burnt plastic — the signature stink of Elastigirl. Her chest and throat burned from having to choke these farts down, and she desperately wished there was a way to keep her nostrils isolated from this mess. The foul odor filled her nasal passages, even though they didn’t enter that way.
Unfortunately for her, the guards down below were taking their time, combing every inch of the room, sweeping with the flashlights mounted on their rifles. Of course, none of them ever thought to look up, and point their lights at the shadows above. If they did, they’d see a woman with a swollen, almost pregnant-like stomach, squinting one eye and squeezing her massive butt to one side. with her hand. They might even see a few puffs of steam from the hot, dense flatulence leaking out from beneath her hips.
What they wouldn’t see is a poor young woman under her suffocating from a series of farts that just exploded into her lips, invisibly suffering from several mouthfuls of raunchy ass gas, being steam-pressed with her mouth held open, nearly overwhelmed by several consecutive farts punching into her throat. And even if they did, they’d never be able to imagine how revolting the odor was. Helen Parr’s closest associates might be familiar with the level of gag-inducing stench her body was capable of putting out…but whatever she had eaten today was creating a smell that would far exceed even their expectations.
Helen’s right eye squeezed shut as a reflexive response to a sudden rush of voluminous discomfort reaching her asshole from within. She looked up at the ceiling and only had time to muster one good thought to herself before another volley of farts exploded out of her ample backside.
Oh, God, hopefully this won’t be too much, honey…Just be a good girl and swallow for me…
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With her face fully smashed against the thin, stretchy, and now thoroughly fart-soaked fabric of Helen’s super-suit, Vi suppressed her gags as long, raunchy farts flew into her again and again, with no choice but to swallow those mouthfuls down if she didn’t want to suffocate. These farts felt more powerful as they punched the back of her throat, with excess gas leaking out of her nostrils like a pressure release valve on a pipe. She couldn’t taste them as much as before – for that, she was thankful – but she was now getting worried about her own digestive tract being filled up with gas. If this kept on for too much longer, she’d start having a fart-gut of her own, possibly even more foul from being double-filtered through two digestive tracts.
Helen, meanwhile, had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning with relief. Her elastic powers were still busy keeping her oversized stomach from exploding, and there was nothing comfortable about having an inflated gut that was squishing against her knees and her breasts. Nonetheless, the more that came out of her, the less she had to hold in. Every little bit helped.
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It was hard to keep focused as more gas overflowed out of her ass, but she could definitely tell that these farts were getting louder. With much of her elasticity expended in holding back the high-pressure gas in her midsection, her asshole wasn’t as easily controlled. She put a hand on her stomach again, and felt even more stubborn rumbling. Her guts were still a fart factory working overtime. Every passing second accumulated more gas, and she could tell that the next fart to come out of her was going to be massive.
They’re getting louder…and I CANNOT hold them in…!
Helen looked down from the catwalks again. By some miracle, the security team had finally decided they were done snooping around in this room, and were headed for the door.
Just a little longer…!
Veins bulged along the side of her head. She could feel a battering ram pounding against her ass, threatening to explode right through it.
Come on…!
The last guard walked down the hallway and out of sight. The door seemed to close behind him in slow motion.
HNNGH!
The moment the door hissed shut, Helen clung to her maximally tightened asshole and swung her whole body around, rolling off of Violet and onto her stomach, her big round ass up in the air. Pressing down on her swollen stomach could only mean one thing. She heard Vi’s desperate gasp for oxygen beside her.
Ohh, I wouldn’t do that right now, sweetheart…
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“Hnnggooohhh, yessss…!”
Helen just couldn’t help herself as a violent cheek-flapping roar rocketed out of her, echoing all throughout the now empty room in all its nauseating glory. The butt of her suit was irredeemably polluted to ungodly levels from that single blast alone. Somewhere to her right, she could hear Vi scrambling away on all fours, trying to get a few more lungfuls of relatively clean air before this vile stink cloud engulfed them both.
“Vi, honey, I’m so sorry. This is some of the worst gas I’ve ever had…”
“Trust me, I know.” Violet shot back, still invisible, unwilling to show her face in such an embarrassing position. Her voice carried enough disgust, although she hoped Helen couldn’t see her dry-heaving and trying not to vomit from the nasty smell that had deeply permeated her airways.
Unable to catch a break, Helen’s guts once again surged with a violent fart storm swirling within, sending sharp stabbing pains along her midsection.
Able to see her clearly now, Violet got to her feet right away upon seeing her clutching her expanded stomach. “Ohhhh, no. I’m going to go ahead and, uh, do some scouting. Like right now. Before you have to fart again.”
Helen nodded. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, unsure what else she could offer.
“Please try to keep them quiet…I’m definitely not muffling them for you this time.”
That got Helen thinking. “Honey, one quick favor before you go…Can you leave me a force field bubble? Better make it soundproof, and strong. I have no clue how much gas it’s going to need to hold.”
Violet gulped. The way she was describing her gassiness was almost threatening. “Uhh, sure. Turn around…and please hold back, just for a few more seconds.”
“Of course…”
A shimmering orb appeared at Vi’s fingertips, which she then maneuvered over to her mother’s bottom-heavy figure. All she had left to do was expand it to a good size, and plant it in the right spot, so that it could catch all the unspeakably foul gas tearing out of her ass. Would it steam up if she farted enough into the bubble? Vi pondered for a second before deciding to make the force field entirely opaque, with nothing inside visible. She didn’t want to come back to see an atrocious chemical bomb swirling inside that thing. She shuddered as the too-recent memories of gulping down all those nasty farts rose to the surface of her mind again.
Before she could complete that thought, however, Helen suddenly doubled over from another pang of gas pain. Violet reflexively made the bubble bigger to shield herself, and midway through, she realized her mistake. She sealed the bubble off and fixed it in place, but it was too late.
Oh no.
In a moment of poor decision-making, Vi had locked her own head and shoulders inside the bubble, trapped with her mother’s endlessly-spewing farts and now extremely limited breathable space. With one small timing mistake, things had gone from bad to worse in a snap. She tried to shout out for help, but she remembered that Helen had specifically requested a soundproofed field. She tried to change the orb’s properties, but with her shoulders trapped and her hands inaccessible, she lacked any ability to manipulate her force fields. And of course, she was still invisible – not that it mattered with the opacity of the orb also fixed.
Helen could feel the round surface pressing against her buttocks, and concluded that Vi had completed the simple request. “Thanks, hun…!”
And not a moment too soon.
Helen grunted and let her eyes roll back as a gargantuan blast of gas exploded from her rear. She felt it reverberate against her enviable buttocks for at least seven or eight seconds before she sighed with relief.
“Nice work, Vi…Totally soundless!”
Of course, it was soundless to Helen, whose head remained outside the bubble. Inside, however, Vi had been hit in the face with a gale-force wind that sounded like wet thunder and smelled like death. Immediately, she began coughing and hacking.
“Ack, FUCK! How does it smell WORSE!?”
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“Holy shit–” She coughed again. “–These are massive, how is this–”
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After Helen’s butt responded with yet another torrent of gas, catching Vi mid-sentence, she decided it was best to just shut up and focus on her breathing. Shouting into a toxic tornado in a soundproof bubble wasn’t going to do her any favors. The best she could do was pray her mother would run out of gas soon.
Little did she know, Helen hadn’t even started.
“You can go on and scout ahead…I’ll catch up with you. As soon as…huurgh…as soon as I’m done here.”
Helen, of course, heard no response from her daughter, who was trapped in the very space that she had asked her to create, and had just defiled with a disgusting fart.
“She left already, didn’t she?” Helen sighed. “I can’t blame her. Poor thing, God knows how many farts I blasted into her…”
Her perpetually-groaning gut suddenly decided to make a noise that was not unlike an angry bear. Though, given the circumstances, the imminent windstorm probably had a ferocity not unlike an angry bear, as well.
“Well, while she’s off scouting ahead, it might not be a bad idea to empty out the rest of this gas…No rush, right?”
Helen turned herself over again, feeling too uncomfortable leaning on her stomach. This motion, unfortunately, meant that she now had her powerful ass hovering right over Vi’s open airways. For Violet, who was helplessly along for the smelly ride, it was like sitting under a waterfall. She was about to be hit in the face from mere inches away. She couldn’t help but notice that Helen’s asshole was positioned right where her mouth was.
“Oh, no, no, no…Not the mouth again, not this ag–GGGAAH!”
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One of the other side effects of being soundproofed was that there was no warning, no time to prepare herself for an imminent bombardment. To her dismay, Violet was caught mid-sentence yet again as a shockingly long fart practically exploded into her cheeks.
“GGGggghhh…”
Violet could feel a burp coming on, her body rejecting the sudden influx of gas through her mouth – but before she could push it out of her system, a wave of several more farts flooded her senses.
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At some point within this barrage of a dozen or so farts in rapid succession, Vi, through a fart-brained haze, came to a terrifying realization:
Before this, Helen had been holding back.
It was hard to believe, but it made total sense for her to only “let slip” a few of the farts that she just couldn’t fit in her gut when stealth was critical. Violet just had a hard time accepting that such loud, intense, poisonous farts could be the kind that Helen would “let slip” – they had the power and scale that she’d expect from someone who was trying to break some kind of world record for flatulence.
But now that the room was clear, and she had a soundproof bubble adhered to her violent ass, Helen was going all out. She was going to be here, farting relentlessly, until she was out of gas…and that meant Violet was going to take it all, every ounce of it drowning her lungs, whether she liked it or not.
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“Oooohhh…” Helen closed her eyes as a smile crept onto her face. “This feels unbelievable, I have to admit…”
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Before long, Vi found herself stuffed full of gas, as an inevitable consequence of choking down so many megaton blasts at point-blank range. Her eyes were watering uncontrollably, and her nostrils were sore from the perpetual torment. Her face felt sticky from the humid atmosphere that was almost entirely fart gas, clinging to every pore on her skin. Her throat felt raw and her stomach was grumbling. Every once in awhile, she could feel a pocket of air surging up from her stomach, but she couldn’t quite burp it out. There was no doubt that these disgusting farts were building up pressure inside her.
Physiological effects aside, the smell was unbearable. The burnt plastic smell was much stronger, accompanied by heavy handfuls of a spicy pepper-like sting and excessively copious levels of sulfur. Every breath was excruciating, bordering on tear gas. It was hard to keep track of time in the isolated bubble of ever-increasing stink, but by Vi’s best estimates, she had only been stuck breathing Helen’s farts for fifteen minutes or so. There was no way to tell how much longer she’d have to endure.
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Violet found it impossible to keep her eyes open against the gaseous battering that her face was receiving. One of these farts lasted so long that she found herself wondering if it would ever end. Whether her mouth was open or not, it didn’t matter: these farts came barreling down with such force that they practically forced her lips open, the same way her cheeks might flap open if she stuck her head in a wind tunnel. She struggled to gulp down the blustering stench, which was the only thing she could think to do. Between gulps, Violet felt even more of the hiccupping sensation, and gradually, she felt her own abdomen begin to swell. A tingling at her own rear exit told her that she was ready to make room for more of the stink that was coming in through her mouth.
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Soon, Violet and Helen began farting in unison, as Violet realized she was fully saturated with this ungodly gas. Her slim, invisible, and immobilized body was unleashing impressive farts of its own. Under normal circumstances, it might have alerted Helen to the fact that something was wrong. Unfortunately, however, Helen was entirely unaware, far too preoccupied with emptying out her elastic guts that had clearly been stretched to their limits in keeping all of this gas pressurized in her system. The farts just kept coming, with no end in sight.
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Sounds and smells from both inside and outside the force field melded into one gag-inducing cacophony. The guards of the facility, in all likelihood, had closed out and forgotten about the security breach before Helen was even halfway through emptying her gutful of gas. The vast majority of it was pumped into Violet – with excess leaking out of her own asshole. Being the unwitting receptacle for Helen’s worst-ever farts would have been humiliating enough, but becoming a leaky pressure valve for them was much worse.
Violet would later shudder at the thought. But right now? All that her mind could handle was being a human fart filter.
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