By: causticblast
Jett sat back in her chair, satisfied in more ways than one.
Viper’s small stash of freshly-ordered food was enough for at least four average eaters, or one rather hungry Jett. Burgers and fries were not really her top choice of food to eat as the first meal of the day, but as she had been fasting for a few hours and it was nearly noon, she decided it was alright to make an exception. What was more important, frankly, was that she was eating on Viper’s dime.
Her windy physiology, of course, never gave Viper’s defenseless office chair a break. Her trademark milky white flatulence spewed out of her ass throughout the meal with deep, brassy explosive noises every few seconds. The faux-leather surface of the chair was a poor absorber, and the small office space quickly filled up with Jett’s relentless gas. She now sat in a pale cloud of her own making that swirled around her feet and reached up to her waist, occasionally adding to it with another thunderous fart.
This had certainly been an interesting morning for Jett. When she first became a Radiant, the constant buildup of gassy pressure in her abdomen was a mere side effect; her powers manifested in far more dangerous, volatile ways before she learned to control them. When you’re worried about trying not to start tornadoes, your pent-up farts tend not to be on your mind, even if they’re coming in unusually large volumes.
After getting accustomed to her abilities, though, her ability to turn any room into a hotbox was something that she still paid little attention. She knew to keep it bottled up in public, let loose in private, and occasionally watch what was behind her, lest she knock anything over with her powerful tailwind. It was essentially how a non-Radiant would treat farting, and the fact that she produced near-constant gas wasn’t much of a factor in her mind. Blowing out wall-shaking winds quickly became a casual part of her daily routine.
These “experiments” with Viper, however, had given her a space to reflect. That testing chamber was probably the biggest room she had ever filled up with gas like that, and she was barely trying until the very end. A sense of pride overcame her when she walked out the door with a wall of pure fart smog behind her like a tidal wave, and seeing Viper’s equipment shatter under the sheer pressure of her gaseous releases was actually fun. And fogging up the chamber so densely that she couldn’t see two feet in front of her? She had to admit, there was something exciting about it. Sure, she had done it before in her own private quarters. But sharing her gas with another person like this, completely unrestrained, was definitely a first.
And the way Viper addressed it all…Jett couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something was off about it. It wasn’t pure scientific curiosity, that was for sure. Viper’s face rarely betrayed her mind, but Jett could have sworn she saw something devious twinkle in the woman’s eyes as she left.
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Finishing off her drink, Jett got up from her seat, bending slightly at the waist to bathe it in one last violent fart for good measure.
“Alright, Viper…let’s see what else you have planned.”
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While Jett was busy devouring copious amounts of fast food, Viper was busy gulping down a meal of her own. A tinge of arousal pulsed through her even as she glanced at the automated wall of sealed canisters that were now filled to the brim with swirling white gas. The collection systems were now fully broken, which admittedly irked her. But she could plainly see that she still had plenty to play with.
Unwilling to give herself time to come down from her fart-induced high, she wasted no time in huffing down canister after canister of pure, unadulterated fart fumes once Jett was out of sight. One hand wasn’t quite enough to sate her sexual thirst between her legs, but her greedy lungs went through each canister far too quickly to give her other hand time to do anything but prepare the next one for another deep breath.
By the time she stopped for her first break, her airways utterly packed with Jett’s fresh farts, dozens of empty canisters lay around her desk and her feet. Her hand was still down her pants, now drenched in sweat and sexual fluids. She let her head roll back and savored the feeling of the gas now backflowing up her throat, its pressure defying her wishes to keep it inside her. She tasted it passing through her mouth and gliding along her tongue.
As she smacked her lips at the sensation, a different idea popped into her mind. She brushed a few more empty canisters to the floor, clattering and rolling haphazardly, before reaching for a fresh one. She held it in her hand for a moment and exhaled, pushing a bit more residual gas from her lungs into her mouth. Then she quickly closed her lips and swirled the fumes sensually around with her tongue. Closing her eyes, she felt it slowly dissipate, enjoying its distinctive flavor like the aftertaste of a good wine. With her eyes still closed, she deftly opened the canister in her hand, brought it up to her lips, and sucked in.
Immediately, an intense rush of warmth flooded her mouth and sent sensual ripples down her spine. Her taste buds tingled with delight as she picked up on every subtle note. Jett’s farts carried only a weak odor, no doubt diluted inside her guts by the sheer volume of wind being generated; yet inside her mouth, Viper could extract a far more intricate and interesting aroma that evaded description. The density of the gas brought it down further inside her, and she could feel its intimate warmth plunging deeper into her throat. Like sipping hot coffee on a winter’s day, Viper savored every moment as the gas traveled through her until its sensation faded away in her stomach.
A wave of erotic energy surged through her. With fluttering eyes, she half-sighed, half-moaned. Then, with renewed hunger, she drew her lips to the canister still in her hand and gulped down its entire contents. She reached for another, and then another.
As she downed each canister full of dense white gas, a clear advantage emerged from “drinking” down these farts as opposed to just sniffing them: namely, that she could fit far more inside her before feeling discomfort. She felt her abdomen gradually filling with gas that wasn’t her own, and as she continued exploring the curious sensation, her still-wet fingers dove back inside herself, quivering with eagerness.
With an idle gaze towards the ceiling and two frantic hands, one delivering more helpings of gas while the other desperately tried to keep up with her sexual need, she felt herself surging into unexplored heights of delirium. Consuming farts like this was an experience she hadn’t previously thought possible, and she just couldn’t get enough of the warm, faintly odorous farts filling her entire system. She began moaning softly, her fingertips pushing her closer and closer towards the brink. In her ecstasy, she barely felt the minutes pass…or heard Jett walk through the sliding door behind her.
“Uhh…Hey?”
Viper froze. A canister clattered onto the floor. The warm adrenaline of arousal instantly chilled into anxiety and fear. She turned slowly.
“…Jett.”
“What are you…Huh.” Jett put one hand on her hip, shifting her weight slightly. Her eyes slowly tracked along the small pile of emptied canisters at Viper’s feet, along Viper’s eyes and face and arms and hands. “You’ve…been busy while I’ve been gone.”
Viper sighed. There was no denying this one. Instead, still out of breath and trying to come down from her sexual high, Viper pulled her hand away. She swallowed her thirst and slowly turned to Jett, her mind still scattered and racing. She did her best to glare at the young agent with the venomous expression she was notorious for. “Jett, I swear, if you dare speak a word of thi–“
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A pale white mist escaped Viper’s lips in a loud burp as she tried to issue her threat. She stopped dead in her tracks again, even more blood rushing to her cheeks. Jett chortled. Viper glared at her again, but embarrassment weakened her resolve. She watched Jett with apprehension, wondering what would happen next. Jett merely smirked at her.
“Aw, Viper, is this why you left the food in your office? So you could have a little ‘private time’ while I…” Jett put a hand on her abdomen. “‘Refueled?’”
Viper’s gaze now fell to the young girl’s midriff in a daze. Like cornered prey, her eyes carried a frantic energy within them, uncertain what was going to happen next. A gurgling sound came from Jett’s stomach. Viper swallowed.
“Oh, chill out already,” Jett said, coming closer. There was a strut in her step, swaying gently side to side with an air of confidence. She stopped right in front of Viper, slowly turning around with a mischievous grin still on her face.
“What are you—“
Viper gave a gasp as Jett gently sat herself down on the side of her lap, feeling her soft buttocks pressing into her thighs. Viper kept her mouth shut, unsure what noise would come out if she tried to speak.
Sitting perpendicularly across her lap, Jett casually flicked a lock of hair around with a playful finger. “Hope you don’t mind if I take a seat.” She made a show of rubbing her stomach as it rumbled. “So, what other ‘tests’ did you have in mind?”
Viper still said nothing, eyeing Jett with suspicion. Where was this going?
Her attention gravitated towards the warm sensation of Jett’s plump ass over her knee and thighs. Jett gradually added a rocking sensation, rubbing gentle friction over Viper’s lap. Viper stifled a moan. She couldn’t quite believe this was happening. She could feel herself blushing furiously.
“Y’know, Viper,” Jett said casually, “I don’t think you have any more equipment left standing. I don’t know how you’re going to run any more experiments with me this afternoon.” The rocking and rubbing stepped up a notch, and Jett slowly began moving more firmly towards Viper’s nethers, her butt wiggling to a slow rhythm. Her stomach gurgled again, warning the two of them of a windstorm unwilling to be held back for much longer.
“Jett…” Viper groaned breathlessly, her thoughts racing a million miles an hour. “Wh-Why are you…I…”
Jett chuckled in response, and continued rocking her hips along Viper’s thighs. Viper groaned again at the feeling of Jett’s supple, plump buttocks rubbing through her thin pants. “You’re always so uptight, Viper,” she said, turning her head to give her a sideways glance. “I want to see you loosen up a bit.”
Jett’s facial expression said it all as they locked eyes, Viper desperately trying to keep herself together as she felt herself get wetter with each second of this lapdance. The pale-haired agent knew she had Viper wrapped around her finger, and she was thoroughly savoring this new dynamic between them. Her stomach groaned again, louder this time, agitated by the gyrating motions.
“Sure, it’s a little weird,” Jett continued. “You’ve got a thing for farts. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I’ve seen you do ‘chemistry’ with your own farts.” Viper moaned, a bit louder this time, shame already beginning to leave her. “But if there’s one thing I can give you a lot of, it’s gas. And, not gonna lie, it’s kinda cute seeing you like this. All riled up.”
“Jett, I’m w-warning you right now, if…if you ever—“
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. Promise. This is fun enough for me.”
Still gently massaging herself over Viper’s quivering legs, Jett reached over the desk in front of them to pluck a canister from the pile. She held it in her hand, watching the white smog swirl around ferociously inside. Then she swiveled herself around to offer it to Viper.
“Go on. I want to watch you this time.”
Viper eyed her, then the canister, then her again.
“Jett, this isn’t—“
“Viper,” Jett cut her off. “If you’re about to tell me this isn’t what you wanted me to do…we are way past that already.”
Viper sighed. No sense in lying to Jett now, or lying to herself, for that matter.
Oh, to hell with it.
With shaking fingers, Viper popped open the top of the canister. She made eye contact with Jett one more time, who was giving her a mischievous smirk. Then, closing her eyes, she took a mouthful of fumes.
“Mmm…” Jett said. “How’s it taste?”
Viper tried again to form a description using words, to no avail. The sensual experience of having such warmth directly infused into her was beyond compare. The gas swirled around inside her, seeping through her very existence and threatening to overtake her. A faint stench rose up in the back of her throat. She only managed a fluttering sigh of ecstasy. Jett’s ass began grinding slower and slower atop her, much more methodically now.
“Finish the can,” Jett said, her voice noticeably softer. “Don’t let it go to waste.”
Viper gladly obliged. It only took her two more mouthfuls to finish off, and her head hung backwards again, her brain overstimulated. The empty canister fell out of her grip, clattering to the floor. Her hips bucked inadvertently, pushing against Jett’s weight.
“Damn…” she heard Jett mutter under her breath.
When the last wisps of gas drew down her throat and out of reach of her taste buds, Viper opened her eyes again. She met Jett’s face watching her with great curiosity.
“I bet you want another one, don’t you?” Jett said tenderly, her voice still soft and measured. Something was different in her eyes. Something less teasing, and more excited. Viper merely nodded.
Jett slowly rose off Viper’s lap. “Well…why don’t I do you one better?”
Viper’s heart practically burst out of her chest as she watched Jett bend over in front of her, her juicy buttocks less than a foot away from her face. Each cheek seemed to jiggle in slow motion as she adjusted the waistband of her sweatpants, which had drooped just enough to show the top of her pale blue panties. The soft fabric hung loosely over Jett’s silhouette, yet the curves of her thick ass nonetheless pushed through to a tantalizing degree.
“Holy fuck…”
“Come on, Viper,” Jett winked, lightly smacking her rear to punctuate her teasing. “These farts are going to burst out of me one way or another. Don’t leave me waiting.”
Jett barely had time to finish her sentence as Viper dove in, finding her face a perfect fit nestled within the warmth of Jett’s ass. Her nose found faint traces of residual gas trapped in the soft fabric in the middle, and she savored the sensation one last time before putting her mouth over Jett’s hole. Her buttocks enveloped much of her face, feeling like a pair of lovely warm pillows.
“Are you ready?” Viper heard Jett ask. She nodded into her ass in reply.
“Open wide…”
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With hardly any pushing, Jett released a plume of gas into Viper’s mouth. Almost immediately, Viper could feel her eyes rolling back into her skull with otherworldly pleasure. The volume of gas was far more than a canister’s worth, probably at least two or three. While drinking from a canister was like sipping warm coffee, taking it straight from Jett’s rear was like pouring a pitcher into her mouth. The key difference lay in control: while Viper could only fit into herself as much as was permitted in a single breath, Jett now held the reins and was forcing much more gas into Viper’s airways than she could have taken in with her own lungs. Her fart billowed straight past her lips and down her throat with effortless ease. Whatever remained in Viper’s mouth was just a fraction of the gas, and yet seemed to fill it up with sensual warmth. The vast majority now danced in Viper’s stomach, tickling her inner senses in a way she hadn’t thought possible before.
“Nmmmmff…”
“Ooohhhh…”
The two moaned in unison, Viper heavily muffled by a mouthful of ass. Jett’s breathing quickened, and a hand drifted down towards her thighs.
“More?” Jett only gave one word, her knees beginning to quiver. She didn’t wait for an answer. They both knew what it was.
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Viper barely had time to swallow down the rest of the first fart before Jett administered the next dose. This one was even longer and heftier, blasting past Viper’s mouth for several seconds and filling her up with pale, smoky white gas. She groaned hungrily as she felt it explode into her.
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As Jett continued pummeling the back of Viper’s throat with farts, Viper kicked the chair backwards to roll it away and got on her knees in one swift motion. Her hands got right to pleasuring herself, one hand grabbing at her breast to flick her erect nipple while the other furiously rubbed at her womanhood between her thighs. Her lips were dripping with desire, and she could feel her tight pants squelching with every motion. Whenever she wasn’t swallowing down these delicious farts, she moaned shamelessly into Jett’s unrelenting ass, drowned out by the perpetual bombardment of fart after fart.
“Oh my god, this feels amazing…” Jett whispered, her fingers gripping the table in front of her. “Viper…I can feel…my farts…echoing down your lungs…”
High on fumes, Viper tucked her fingers into the waistband of Jett’s pants and tugged downwards. Getting the message, Jett put her hands over Vipers’ hands, and pulled her pants down to expose her scrumptious backside, now only covered by her blanched blue panties. Without hesitation, Viper dove right back in, even further into Jett’s volatile ass this time. She sniffed deeply.
“Nnahh…” The enthusiastic push seemed to have caught her off guard, and Jett paused for a moment.
“I didn’t ask you to stop,” Viper said, a cloud of white bursting out of her mouth as she did so. “Fill me up with your farts. Go on. I can take it.”
“I…I really don’t think you can…”
“Let me have this, Jett. I can tell you’re holding back. Don’t.”
“Okay…” Jett took a deep breath to center herself. “Okay. But don’t be afraid to tap out. I broke your equipment, I can definitely break you if we’re not careful.”
That was far from Viper’s main concern at the moment. “I don’t care.”
“If we have to get Sage in here, I don’t know how I’m going to keep your secret for you.”
Viper waved it off. “Like I said. I don’t care.” She put her head back into its rightful position squarely planted on Jett’s ass. “Now shut up and make me regret having lungs.”
“Oh, fuck, that’s so hot.” Jett shuddered. She grabbed a handful of Viper’s hair and pulled her head in even deeper. “Nnhh, beg me for it again.”
“Hhahhh…Please. Blast my mouth…Don’t stop.”
Jett’s hands were now busy as well, fingers working between her thighs with an insatiable thirst. “Ooh, fuck! Fine…Yes…You want it? Yeah?” She began gyrating her hips to rub herself all over Viper’s face, all the while teasing her.
“Just fucking do it, Jett!” Viper gasped into Jett’s suffocating buttocks. “Let me have it!”
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With no more than a soft, adorable groan, Jett opened the floodgates with a thunderous roaring fart. Viper felt herself pushed backwards, and tightened her grip on Jett’s hips to stabilize herself, unwilling to waste a single morsel of gas. Her guess was right: Jett had been holding back. This fart was unlike the previous ones, exploding into her mouth and nose and throat with merciless force.
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As another voluminous blast barreled its way into Viper’s open mouth, she could swear she felt her ears pop from the pressure. Combined with the lack of clean air in her system, she began feeling an intense lightheadedness, which she fought off to stay conscious. Not now, Sabine, she thought to herself. You’re not going to miss this. Not for anything in the world.
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Jett was relentless, her farts flowing as easily as when she was dumping gas down the collection tubes from earlier in the morning. Viper could feel her panting, not from any effort involved in farting, but rather from the escalating sexual pleasure she was feeling. Jett’s whole lower half rocked side to side, occasionally quivering uncontrollably, as her dexterous fingers explored herself to the rhythm of an endless stream of farts blowing out her panties.
Viper was barely able to think straight. It took enough of her focus to swallow down the constant barrage of gas puffing up her cheeks and trying not to hurt her throat. But when Jett arched her back to signal a sudden intense wave of pleasure, the motion clenched her cheeks in such a way that Viper’s face was drawn in even closer, threatening to cut off the slim remnants of air slipping through the tiny cracks in their physical arrangement. As her lungs drowned in pleasure, Viper felt herself brought to new heights of sexual thrill she never previously thought possible.
The sensation awoke a new thought in Viper’s mind, and she began directing her attention to returning the favor for Jett. An experienced hand slipped away from her own breast and between Jett’s legs, finding their mark through her panties. She was delighted to find it already delicately wet, and with barely a graze, Jett shuddered with joy. Viper smiled to herself between gasping breaths of pure, unadulterated farts, feeling her fingers slip in and around Jett’s center of arousal, ever so slightly teasing her in retaliation.
Raucous blasts of hazy white gas continued bombarding into Viper’s face, and of course, plenty of excess found its way to burst out in small plumes, slowly filling the lab with a thick smog that clung to everything. Right under Viper’s jaw, she could feel Jett’s now sopping-wet arousal, complemented by her quivering knees that threatened to topple her whole bottom-heavy figure over. Jett was whimpering now, an adorably sexy sound that barely made its way past a constant barrage of unapologetically explosive farts and a set of thick buttocks that separated Viper’s senses from the outside world. Viper grew bolder with her fingertips, no longer exploring but now fully delving in enthusiastically. She willed herself to sharpen her mind as the farts blew into her with no signs of stopping.
“Hnnaah…Aahh!!”
She had evidently hit a sweet spot. With an ecstatic moan, Jett contorted her body as a wave of pleasure racked her spine, losing her balance and stumbling backwards. Viper felt the two of them lurching back, and reflexively slowed her fall just before her head hit the ground. Though it wasn’t exactly planned, she now found herself pinned underneath Jett’s sizable rear. Her nose and mouth were nestled deep within her crack, which had paused its gaseous onslaught from the brief sexual shock. She felt Jett adjust herself and attempt to get up off of her face. Quick as her namesake, Viper reached forward and grabbed the crook of Jett’s hip with a spare hand, pulling her back down onto her face seat. Jett let out a breathy laugh.
“Hhho-Okay, Viper…Damn, I love it when you’re like this…”
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With the green light given, Jett resumed her farting. Viper could barely keep her mouth open for this one anymore, with the weight of Jett’s entire body pressing her ass deep into her face, but she sure as hell wasn’t complaining. She allowed the gas to bathe her, to drench her in a sensual warmth, feeling its embrace both inside and outside her. With her arms no longer comfortably able to reach Jett’s most serviceable areas, she instead opted to reach out with her tongue, blindly exploring the space around Jett’s soaking panties to find her target. The gesture earned a series of increasingly loud gasps from Jett.
“Lower…No, lower…Ye–OH, my god, YES–!”
Viper began lapping up her juices as best as she could while her airways were being soaked in farts. Swallowing or sniffing hardly mattered anymore; the sheer concentration of gas already packed inside her was making it difficult to take in more of it. She felt her lungs enter a panicked state, a biological drive that was near-impossible to suppress as her body screamed for oxygen. The adrenaline pumping through her heightened her senses, escalating the thrill of being facesat and farted on even further. Feeling herself approaching climax as well as unconsciousness, she redoubled her oral efforts. Jett practically screamed in pleasure to show her approval. Meanwhile, Viper’s legs began quivering and flailing, her hips bucking wildly like a bull trying to throw Jett off of her. Unprecedented orgasmic thrill surged through Viper’s entire body, and Jett threw her head back as she bore down with another massive fart to punctuate their ecstasy.
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“MMmmmff-aaahhhh…!”
Viper moaned as a torrent of gas flooded her bloated system, reaching climax even as the lack of air threatened to shut her down. For a few moments, Viper was on cloud nine — or, to be more precise, being suffocated by it. Though still hungry for more, her body refused to keep her awake for much longer, and she began fading with a weakened whimper.
For Jett, however, restraint was not her forte, especially once she got going like this. Barely taking notice of Viper’s quaking legs now lying mostly still, she plunged a hand down her panties. She leaned backwards to get better leverage, which pinned her seat’s face even further. Her ass, of course, showed no signs of stopping. Her mind was now consumed with the same sexual thrill that Viper was experiencing, and the utter relief of blowing out so much gas while fingering herself gave her a high that was impossible to come down from.
Viper’s body was furiously telling her to tap out and retain at least a shred of consciousness, but she was having none of it. Overriding her survival instincts, Viper continued to take the barrage of gusty farts despite being 100% saturated with farts already packed inside her. Excess gas jettisoned out her nostrils as her bulging cheeks and swelling stomach could fit no more.
“Haaahh…Nngahh…”
Viper wasn’t even swallowing anymore. Jett’s ass continued to pump gas deep into her limp system, like a perverse corruption of CPR. Viper could feel herself drifting ever closer to unconsciousness, with absolutely no desire to stop it.
As her vision edged into blackness, she felt Jett above her arch her back once more in another eruption of pleasure. “Fuck, yes! Viper! You want more? I’ll keep giving you as much as you—“ she stuttered off, her attention finally finding Viper’s completely limp form under her. Viper vaguely registered the weight of Jett’s formidable ass lifting off of her head, though not without some difficulty.
“Oh shit, are you…are you okay?”
Viper met eyes with Jett, who looked completely spent, sweating and panting profusely. “Fuck’s sake, Viper,” she was saying. “I warned you…”
Viper opened her mouth to tell her to shut up and mount her again, but found herself unable to form words. On her back like this, the density of Jett’s farts inside her sunk deep and made it nearly impossible to speak. Viper put a hand on her stomach, feeling a truly insane amount of gas churning away inside her. She felt like a hot air balloon, and she loved it. A thin wispy trail of white flowed out of her open mouth, like a broken fog machine idly running. It briefly rose into a cloudy geyser as Viper burped out some more excess gas.
“You okay?” Jett asked again. “Come on, talk to me.”
Lungs full, stomach full, and guts churning, Viper smirked coyly at Jett, still not saying a word. Then she lifted a leg.
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“…Holy shit.”
A tremendous fart rocketed out of Viper’s ass, which until now had been quiet. But this fart raged on and on, as Jett watched incredulously, adding Viper’s trademark green haze to the room that had long been fully fumigated with Jett’s pale white gas. She noticed that the usual deep venomous green had turned into a softer lime hue, no doubt having mingled with much of her own insane flatulence swirling inside Viper’s swollen guts. The toxic stench, however, had not abated nearly enough. Jett quickly covered her nose and mouth, still watching as Viper continued unloading the massive fart that showed off the potential of the flatulent fusion of the two gassy agents.
After what seemed like forever, Viper sighed in relief, rubbing her very-slightly-deflated abdomen. “What an incredible feeling…”
“Normally I’d complain about being in a windowless room with your lethal farts, but I’m way too turned on to care,” Jett said, out of breath. “Damn, Viper, I think I get why you’re into this. What are you doing to me? What have you done?”
Viper chuckled, still a little hazy and gas-drunk. “Mmm…Good.” She tried to catch her breath as she continued rubbing her stomach. “I think there’s plenty more where that came from,” Viper said, smirking devilishly at Jett. “Thanks to you.”
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“Fuck…”
“We should do this again,” Jett said, sighing as she took in the oddly erotic sight of Viper’s exploding backside.
Viper raised an eyebrow. “…Are you free tomorrow?”