By: causticblast
Viper’s eyes shot open as she bolted awake. She definitely heard something rumbling. Explosions?
…rrrrrRRBRRBRRMMMmm…
Maybe, but not quite the right sound. She checked the time. No chance Raze was performing any of her tests already; she was a notorious late-riser. And Brimstone wasn’t around to schedule training exercises today.
…ggGGRRRRrrrmmffrrrblrl…bbrrrrbmrmm…ggGRGRRRrrrrffflrbrlllt…
Another round of rumbles, a bit softer this time. Viper couldn’t just lie there and ignore that.
It almost sounded like…
No. She cut herself off. Keep your mind out of the gutter, Sabine. She rose from her bed and made herself presentable, stepping over her bags that she had left on the floor the night before. At the door, she felt a surge of gas shift downward inside her, denser than her usual morning wind. Speaking of which… She made a mental note to grab a few extra gas canisters, knowing she would have a considerable volume of her “toxin” to collect today. She stepped out into the hallway.
Raze’s recent…”tinkering,” as she would insist on calling it, had blown a sizable hole through the facility the day prior, wrecking part of Viper’s private quarters (among many other things). After giving Raze a venomous reprimanding, which never quite seemed to faze the Brazilian agent, Viper had found a place to set up a temporary bedroom elsewhere while Killjoy’s worker-bots repaired the damage. Thankfully, she had always kept most of her belongings in the lab downstairs, so she didn’t lose anything noteworthy.
Her new makeshift quarters shared a wall with Jett, which she figured wouldn’t be a problem. Of the agents currently on-site at HQ, Viper had to admit, Jett probably had the least annoying habits. It was all their eccentricities that made her glad the HQ was designed to give each agent a decent level of privacy. Raze’s head-pounding music, Killjoy’s disregard for boundaries, Skye’s completely ridiculous wake-up schedule…Sure, Jett’s unbelievable appetite often left a mess, but that was nothing a few cleaner-bots couldn’t fix.
This morning, however, was beginning to test her assumptions about the young agent. There was absolutely no doubt the sounds were coming from Jett’s room. As Viper approached, her sharp gaze caught wisps of what looked like smoke seeping from underneath the door. She caught a faint smell alongside it, though it didn’t smell like any firesmoke; rather, it carried the distinct odor of a recently-used bathroom.
No. There’s no way…
“Jett.” Viper knocked. “Jett? It’s Viper.”
“Aish…” Viper heard some faintly annoyed Korean on the other side. “Hold up. Just a sec.”
As the metal doors slid open, a wall of faint white gas blew into Viper’s face like a sudden gust of wind, as if the room itself had just sighed. Surrounded by the pale, thick smoke-like fog stood Jett, a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth as she greeted Viper at the doorway.
“What?”
One hand on a cocked hip, Jett seemed completely unfazed by the fog that had just blown out of her room and was now spilling into the hall, filling her colleague’s trained nostrils with the unmistakable smell of ass. She had clearly just woken up as well, with her paper-white hair in a fluttering mess and her eyes not quite free of fatigue. A wrinkled T-shirt cloaked her upper body, the neckline hanging loosely over one shoulder. Below the waist, nothing but a blue pair of panties covered her, doing nothing to hide her figure.
Viper tried to keep it cool, despite already forming a hypothesis about the source of the gas. She cleared her throat. “I’ve been hearing some strange noises coming from your room this morning. I don’t suppose you’d know what it is?”
Jett, her speech slightly impeded by the toothbrush, gave a slight chuckle. “Oh, right. Uh, sorry, forgot you were sleeping here now. Yeah, that’s just me. I get very gassy in the mornings. What can I say? ‘Wind girl’ gets real windy.”
Viper gestured with one hand at the cloud forming around them, still incredulous. “So. This. All of this. It’s…”
“Yep.”
“Your…farts.”
Jett nodded. “You mind if I keep going? I don’t like holding them in. I’d rather get them out of me. Part of my morning routine.”
“Keep…” Viper took a moment to parse everything. “Sure. Listen, I–”
“Cool.” Jett didn’t give her time to finish. One of her eyes scrunched up in an expression Viper admittedly found adorable, and the opposite hand reached out to brace herself against the door frame. Then, she pushed out another room-shaking fart, only this time, Viper had a front-row seat.
BBBBRRRRRRRRRMMMMFFRRRFRRRLLLT
“Ahh…”
The bending motion seemed to work wonders for the gas flow, and Viper silently admired the powerful plume gushing out from behind Jett, wishing she was facing the other way. The volume of gas was truly impressive, and the room fogged up again with the thick white smog.
Two more farts of roughly the same size blasted out of her as she held the same pose, with Viper watching curiously. When Jett bent over further to give the third one more clearance, Viper could have sworn she saw the plume of gas hit the far wall.
Rubbing her stomach, Jett straightened up to meet Viper’s gaze again. “You can come in, by the way. I mean, if you don’t mind. I want to finish washing up and everything.” She yawned and turned around without waiting for an answer, giving Viper an opportunity to feast her eyes shamelessly.
From this angle, Viper really just couldn’t help but admire her figure. Her youth was doing her appearance quite a favor. Viper had never really taken notice before, but Jett looked hot – or, perhaps, that was just Viper’s fart fetish talking. Her piercing green eyes fell naturally towards the girl’s ample hips and toned cheeks, where she also couldn’t help but notice that the blue panties were visibly blanched in the rear, and completely white right where they fit over her asshole.
Her heart skipped a beat as Jett bent over to grab a discarded hoodie on the floor, the motion practically widening her hips as her buttocks flared out towards Viper. It was such a simple yet arousing gesture that only grew more arousing when another brassy expulsion burst out, evidently catching both of them off guard.
PBBPBPBBRRRRRRLLT
“Hah! Sorry. That one slipped.”
Viper had no complaints. She took a moment to bask in the flatulence, tingling her nose in just the right ways. The odor was distinctively shitty, but accounting for the sheer volume of gas, Viper found it somewhat underwhelming. It was nowhere near the oppressive stench that she grew to expect from her own ass.
With this stunning gastric display confirming her earlier suspicions beyond all doubt, her mind was already racing with ideas. While one side of her brain was preoccupied with gas-based fantasies and a barely-restrained urge to take in as many lungfuls as possible, the more scientific side of her was running rough calculations on the tactical potentials. Thickness, dissipation rate, obscuration… Yes, she thought. I can work with this. In more ways than one.
Jett, meanwhile, had returned to her bathroom mirror, finishing up her usual morning self-care. As Viper followed her in, she realized that the gas was apparently denser than air, having settled towards the bottom of the room. While wading through the milky cloud, she reached down and moved a hand through it, able to pool some into her cupped fingers with relative ease. Impressive. She stifled the urge to stick her face in for a shameless nosedive. She imagined the density sitting heavily in her airways, leaving an unparalleled warmth inside her. There’ll be time for that later.
Though the bathroom door was wide open, it was clearly not displacing enough of Jett’s morning wind. With the amount of pale haze in the small space, it almost looked as if someone had just taken a long, hot shower, leaving steam to fill the room. The smell, however, was nowhere near shower-like.
Jett’s ass showed no signs of stopping, and Viper found it mildly amusing that she had to occasionally waft away the ever-growing fart cloud so that she could properly see herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. As Viper watched, Jett unloaded eight more gas blasts in the roughly two minutes it took for her to finish brushing her teeth. Standing behind her at the bathroom door was proving to be quite the experience, and Viper was no doubt enjoying herself. She couldn’t tell if she should pity or envy the blue-now-fading-white panties that Jett had been wearing, which no doubt had plenty of these farts punched through its fabric. If Jett noticed anything odd about another woman willingly standing in the way of her colossal farts, she didn’t mention it.
Viper cleared her throat, the white smog starting to affect her lungs a bit. “How hasn’t this come up before? No one else on the team has noticed these…eruptions?”
“Oh, Neon definitely knows.” Jett casually gestured with her toothbrush to the far wall, sending tiny specks of water in that general direction. “I think she’s still just too shy to talk to me about it. It’s cute. I mean, she’s also a Radiant. I’m sure she has weird side effects with her bodily functions. Who knows? Maybe her farts can fry circuitry.”
This thought piqued Viper’s interest, but she decided to file that away for now. She’d have to come back to that. “These walls are several inches of reinforced metal. You’re rumbling through them like Breach’s arms and you mean no one’s noticed?”
“Well,” Jett paused. “I’m pretty good at controlling it. Holding my gas in, that sort of thing. It’s only the mornings when it really gets going.” She picked up a hairbrush. “Neon just has the closest room. Most of the others are further away. I don’t know, maybe they’ve noticed but they’re not talking to me about it, either.”
Viper gave her a second to work through a stubborn kink in her hair. “Jett, listen. As the resident chemist, I think there’s potential here. Would you mind coming down to the lab today to run some tests?”
Jett turned to face her. “You want to weaponize my farts?”
“Why not? I’ve weaponized mine.”
“I guess.” Jett shrugged before turning back around. “Although your gas, let’s face it, has a lot more bite. If you know what I mean.” She locked eyes with Viper’s reflection in the mirror. “Do all the other agents know about that, by the way?”
Viper waved off the question, carrying off wisps of white with her hand. “Yes, my emissions are certainly quite…toxic. But they dissipate quickly. Even getting it to how it is now required some…modifications. Yours though, Jett, are much denser, and with much faster production. I want to do some experimenting.”
Jett thought for only a moment. “Yeah, I’m down. I don’t really have plans today anyway.”
“Good. Meet me in my lab in 30 minutes. You’re the fast one, that shouldn’t be a problem for you.”
“Cool.” Jett leaned over onto one leg.
BBBBRBRRRRRRR–
“Oh, that reminds me.” Viper talked over the droning sound of Jett’s powerful behind unloading yet another fart into the already saturated space. “That also means no more farting until you get downstairs. I want you to save it for the tests.”
–RRRGRRGRRGGGRRPppp
Jett abruptly cut her own ass off, the bassy rumble interrupted on command. So she wasn’t kidding about having plenty of control. “Aw, man. Fine.”
“Oh, and skip breakfast. I don’t want to skew the data. I’ll provide food.”
“Will it be enough food?” Jett raised an eyebrow.
Viper rolled her eyes. “It’s never enough food for you. But I’ll make sure there’s plenty.”
That seemed to satisfy Jett. “Like I said, though, I still have to finish my morning routine. Uh, minus the farting, I guess.”
“Yes. Just humor me, will you?”
“Sure. Whatever.”
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“Okay, I’m here.”
Viper unlocked the sliding metal doors, hastily putting away the toxin canisters she had just filled with her own gas. “Sorry, Jett. I forgot we never gave you access to this part of the facility.” She wafted away traces of her own gas in the air. “Not that you’d complain. You don’t strike me as the lab rat type.”
Jett walked in, one hand rubbing her abdomen. Viper looked her up and down, curious as to just how much pressure could have built in her in half an hour. “You alright?”
“Ugh, not really.” Jett stretched. “I’m hungry.”
Viper rolled her eyes. “You’re always hungry. I thought you were having gas pains.”
“From 30 minutes of holding it in? Nah. I’ve done way worse.”
“Hmm.” Viper gestured her over to a testing room. “Well, anyway, let’s begin.”
“Whoa, wait.” Jett glanced at her accusatorily. “You promised food first.”
“I never said you’d get it first.”
“What!”
“Food generates gas. That skews data. You’ll get breakfast after our first round of testing. Now, get in there.”
Jett grumbled. “How long is that going to take?”
“Depends on how much gas you’ve got left for me.”
“Pshh. Uhh…” Jett put her hands up. “Listen, Viper, you were in my room this morning. I think you’re sorely underestimating how much I fart.”
Viper didn’t budge. “Just show me.”
Jett relented. Reluctantly, she entered the testing room, but not before sticking her ass out and letting a thunderous fart rip through her grey pants.
BFFRRRFRBBBFRRRRMMMMMMFFRFRRRRRRPPPT
“Jett!”
She giggled. “You asked me to show you.”
“No, I mean– Ugh. Just save it for the tests.”
“Relaaax, Viper. There’s plenty more where that came from.” Then she shut the door.
The testing room was not very remarkable from inside. In the center sat a simple chair and a handful of open tubes that led into the floor. These tubes collected gaseous compounds and siphoned them into a series of storage containers, which could then be used for testing by an operator — Viper in this case — outside the room. Otherwise, the main point of the room was that the air inside and the air outside were kept as separate as possible through a careful setup of filtration systems and airtight seals. Nothing outside would be able to contaminate the gas being collected. And Jett would be able to breathe fine inside, so long as she kept her volatile ass affixed to one of the tubes.
Viper knocked on the reinforced glass wall that now divided them, getting Jett’s attention. “Ready?”
Jett turned. “What’s the plan?”
“I’m keeping it simple for now. Just start farting into Collection Tube 3. They’re all marked. Try to get a good seal.”
“Should I take my pants off?”
Viper raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t planning on asking her to do so, but it was curious that Jett offered in the first place. I may have a more cooperative participant than I thought. She didn’t think it would make much of a difference, given the sheer force with which Jett’s farts were punching through fabric. But of course, she certainly wasn’t going to say no to an opportunity to get a better look at Jett’s ass as it blasted away.
“…That would be good, yes. Do that.”
Viper tried not to let her appetite overtake her as she watched Jett undress. She tried to pretend to be busy at her computer, but that all went out the window once Jett bent over to slip her pants off her feet.
Damn…
It just wasn’t fair. She wasn’t even trying to look seductive, and yet the way she bent at the waist to put her gorgeous hips on display was something right out of a magazine. Evidently, she hadn’t changed out of the blanched-blue panties she slept in. The downwards motion caused them to ride up further between her stunning buttocks, wedging themselves right into the source of their bleaching. A waist like that, on an ass like that, with gas like that… And with an adorably pretty face, too. Viper wasn’t sure her heartbeat could spike any higher from the anticipation.
She tossed out a question to distract herself from her own thirst. “Have you ever tried Beano? Gas-X?”
Throwing her pants aside, Jett laughed. “Yep. It does absolutely nothing.”
“Hm.” Viper pretended to take notes as Jett reached back to pick her panties out of the crevasse of her cheeks.
“Alright,” Jett called out, wiggling her hips as she held the tube in place against her ass. “Ready to blast some gas.”
“Whenever you’re ready.”
“Hnngh…”
PPRBRBBBBRRRRRRRRRLLLLSSSSSHHH
The way Jett immediately opened up her backside to blow out her gusty farts was impressively steady, almost like turning on a faucet. Her ass was more than thick enough to cover the tube, forming an excellent seal and ensuring plenty of gas was flowing into the system and into the pressurized containers within Viper’s reach. However, with farts of such force, small jets of pale wind were squeezing their way between her ass and the circumference of the tube, almost like excess steam from the lid of a boiling pot.
PPRRRFFRFRR..bbBBBRRRRRMMMMPPPRRT
A thin, milky cloud began forming around the gassy test subject, a testament to the sheer density of her farts. Within seconds, merely the excess gas that wasn’t fitting into the tube was condensing around her. Her facial expression, which at first bore effort to push those farts through her thick derriere, was already beginning to relax. One eye was still frozen closed, but Jett was clearly getting into her rhythm. Nothing indicated that this was an unusual level of gassiness for her.
Viper slid her swivel chair around the corner, where Jett didn’t have a direct line of sight through the glass partition. Her desk here still offered her a view into the chamber through a camera connected to her computers, and if she needed to talk to Jett, a microphone provided access as well. The more important thing was that Viper could now indulge herself however she pleased, while still having the full experience of witnessing Jett unleash havoc through her panties.
The farts continued to flow, and Viper, shaking herself out of a horny stupor, checked the numbers on her screen. Things seemed fine at first, but within a couple of minutes, the equipment was beginning to throw warnings. The back-of-the-envelope calculations Viper had made earlier seemed to be off, and Jett – or her ass, rather – was proving more powerful than she estimated.
“Uff, I’m not gonna lie, that feels really nice.” Meanwhile, Jett sighed with relief, hardly even pushing by this point and completely unaware of the status of Viper’s carefully calibrated machinery. “Once they start flowing out of me, they just keep going. Mmmhh…”
Viper’s right hand gravitated towards her breast, unconsciously beginning to fondle herself at the sight and sounds of Jett’s incredible flatulence. Glancing to her left, a wall of sealed gas canisters were quickly filling one by one, each turning from clear to opaque white in a matter of seconds. By the five-minute mark according to her monitor, Jett had filled more than 200 canisters. Plenty to go around.
Biting her lip, she reached for another button, this one summoning one of these canisters through the wall and onto her desk. With hardly any hesitation, Viper grabbed it from its release slot, undid its vacuum-sealed opening, and threw her face into its top.
“Hnaaangh…”
Viper’s hand dropped from her breast and towards her nethers, feeling a fire burning between her thighs. She pondered for a fraction of a second before rubbing the surface of her pants with one hand, still using the other to suck in Jett’s deliciously dense fumes from the canister like soda from a can.
The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before. Jett’s farts were so thick and dense that when Viper drew enough of them into her lungs, she found that they actually sunk deeper into her airways, leaving a warm, fuzzy feeling inside her. These farts had a staying power that was utterly supernatural, like they were hugging her from the inside with undertones of the stink of Jett’s ass. With a hand still busy below her desk, she summoned two more canisters, deftly opening one immediately.
On her monitor, Jett continued blasting away into the tube, feeding more of her milky white farts straight into the racks of canisters. She was definitely not even pushing anymore, with more of a bored expression on her face. The excess gas that hissed its way out from between her thick ass and the rim of the tube was growing heavier and heavier, and the camera feed was already beginning to fog up from the heat and physical gas. Watching intently and rubbing herself at a faster pace, Viper took another hit from the canister full of farts. It wasn’t quite like the authentic experience that Viper increasingly hungered for, but she couldn’t exactly ask Jett to sit on her face. This was plenty good enough for her, anyway.
BEEP!…BEEP!…
“Ugh.” Viper reluctantly drew herself out of her depraved indulgence to heed a message on her monitor. The warnings were turning to errors. Her fingers transitioned from pleasure to keyboard navigation. She checked the timer: less than twenty minutes since Jett began farting. What the hell was going on?
“Hang on, Jett.” Viper triggered the microphone as she clicked around for the information she was looking for. “The filters are having trouble keeping up with your gas output. This is denser than I expected. Slow it down.”
“Slow it down?” Jett folded her arms, now surrounded in a sizable cloud that hung near the floor of the room. “Viper, you’re really trying to screw with me here, aren’t you?”
Trust me, Jett, I’m not happy about it either. “I need you to take it a bit easier. The pipes will get backed up if you don’t.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault your equipment can’t handle me. Hnngh!”
“Jett, no–”
She was in no mood to listen. If anything, she seemed to crank things up a notch. Her face resumed its expression of effort, and one hand reached back behind her to pull her cheeks apart, allowing for even better outflow of gas.
BRBRRRBRAAAAUOOOLLLPPT
Viper was torn between two minds. On one hand, the sight of Jett’s ass exploding even harder was marvelous, and she felt her horniness spike again. On the other hand, if Jett kept this up, that would mean some pretty substantial repairs.
FFRRMMMRMMMMPPFFRRRT
Her hesitance soon made her decision for her as the final error message popped up on screen. Goddammit, Jett…
BBBRRRT PPBBBBRLLUOORLLT
“Jett!”
FFFRRRBBBBRBBRRRMMPPT
“JETT!”
“What?”
Viper sighed through her microphone. “Congratulations. You’ve literally broken Tube 3. Switch to Tube 2 if you’re going to keep this up.”
“Oh.” Jett looked behind her to see that Tube 3 was no longer siphoning her pale gas out of the room. Instead, as she removed her ass from the mouth of the collection point, the tube belched out a plume of fart gas back in her direction, unable to handle any more of her tailwind.
“Hooh! Okay. Wow. Uh, sorry?”
“It’s–it’s fine. Tube 2. Keep going.” Viper wasn’t sure if she was doing a good job of masking her arousal anymore.
“How are things going out there?”
“Good.” Viper swallowed back some drool. “You’re filling hundreds of canisters. I’ll have plenty to…experiment with.”
“Why’d you say it like that?” Jett swiveled over to a different tube on the floor, testing its seal against her ass.
“Like what?”
Jett waved her hand through the fog. “Never mind. Can I start again?”
Viper nodded before realizing Jett couldn’t see her. “Yes. Start slow.”
BBRRRAAAAOUURRLLPPT
Their “tests” resumed again, and as Jett returned to her tempo of, well, endless gas, Viper returned to her self-pleasure. As each fart sent rumbles throughout the whole lab, Viper felt herself shake slightly, her brain overloaded with arousal. A steady pile of emptied canisters began rising on her desk. Like an addiction, each lungful of the thick, dense gas made her crave another, and she was starting to think she made each container too small. Nonetheless, the weight of Jett’s intoxicating gas stayed in her lungs as a sensual, intimate touch from within, giving her a warm high that elevated her sexual joys. The feeling of Jett’s seemingly unending farts swirling around her airways and refusing to leave was erotic to a degree she could have never imagined.
The minutes seemed to fly by, with each room-shaking fart now flowing into each other, leaving almost no perceptible time between each blast. Sitting back in her chair, Viper’s mouth remained open in a silent perpetual moan, and she could see pale white gas slowly seeping out of her through her throat. It thrilled her to know that she had indulged in so much of Jett’s flatulence, and now even her own lungs were an overflowing container for them. Her hands were far too busy to do anything but pleasure herself and reach for additional containers. In front of her, the live feed showed little other than a uniformly white smog, with a discernible figure in the center of the room still diligently blasting away. Her face was barely visible. Every once in awhile, a truly behemoth fart would quake its way out of Jett, and she would smile with a mixture of pride and relief. But otherwise, Jett evidently found little remarkable about her own gas. If anything, she was feeling just a little eager to show off what she could do.
With her mind thoroughly occupied, and the room camera view effectively useless, Viper hardly noticed the second tube rupturing and breaking from the pressure of Jett’s mounting winds. She was only alerted when the sounds of raging flatulence stopped and Jett’s voice pierced through the computer.
“Viper? I, uh, think I broke Tube 2.”
Gnngh…Viper pulled her face out of a canister, her mouth still hanging open and leaking white gas. She could swear she was moments away from a glorious climax. She took a minute to compose herself.
“Viper?”
“I’m still here. I, uh, hm.” An idea floated into her head. Cut out the middleman…”Do you see the last tube? Tube 1?”
The sound of shuffling was audible for a brief moment. “Oh, yeah. Weird, it’s smaller than the other ones.”
“You know what to do.”
A whine creeped into Jett’s voice. “Viper, how long are we going to keep this up? I’m still hungry and you haven’t fed me like you promised.”
A spark ran through Viper’s mind as she realized, oh, she’s doing this on an empty stomach. Holy fuck.
“Just keep going until you’re out of gas.”
Jett folded her arms. “I feel like you’re playing with me. That is, like, never going to happen.”
“I’ll let you know when you’re done. Tube 1. And take it slower this time. I mean it. Please.”
Jett rolled her eyes, but said nothing.
Viper had a more personal reason for this request this time. Her equipment was precious, sure, but that wasn’t Viper’s main concern now. Tube 1 was different from Tubes 2 and 3 for one main reason: it didn’t feed into any storage containers for later use. Tube 1 was Viper’s shameless addition that piped its inputs directly into a gas mask attachment on the side of her desk. Practically nothing was now standing between Jett’s windy backside and Viper’s hunger to stain her insides white with it. As hungry as she was, though, Viper was aware that any ass that could damage equipment could damage her physiology. Pondering for a fraction of a second, Viper looked down at the mask with tube attachment. If this is how I go, this is how I go, she thought, chuckling.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
“Blast off!”
PPBBRRRRRMBBRRBRRMMRRRRRT
Jett gave an adorable pump of her arm as she truly did blast another fart down the tube. After a brief delay, it thundered into Viper’s mask, catching her just a bit off guard. There was a lot more force to it than she expected, and taking it raw like this was a novel experience.
Her hands found their rightful place again, this time freed up by the lack of a need for additional canisters. The gas mask stayed affixed to her face perfectly fine without any help. Growing bolder, one hand reached under her waistband for more efficient stimulation.
BBRRRRAAAARRRMMMPPPT
Jett’s ass was unrelenting, and Viper quickened her breathing to keep pace. Even though each breath only carried a hint of the stench of flatulence, the mask allowed Jett to continue adding to the density of gas in Viper’s lungs at a faster rate.
PPRRAAAMMPT…BBRRRRP…RRRAAAAAOOMMMMPPPTT
“Mmf!” Viper clearly had bitten off more than she could chew. Only five farts in, she was having trouble keeping up. She felt a belch come up through her airways, clearly having no more room for Jett’s backblasts. And yet they continued flowing into her greedy lungs.
PPBRRRBRBBRRBMMMMM–MMRRRRBBRBRPPRRSHT
A tinge of fear ran into Viper’s veins as the gas continued to flow, overwhelming her body. White plumes were now jettisoning out of her mask where its edges met her face. Jett was most certainly not taking it any slower. But with the mask on, it was impossible to give her any commands through the microphone. Viper thought about taking it off, but she was having way too much fun. Just a few more minutes, she told herself. I can take it face-on for a few minutes. That’s…That’s all I need.
BBBBRBRBRBBRRMMMFFFFFFRRRRRRLLLOOORT
PPRPRRRAAARRRLT
“Mmmhh…Mmmmmmmhhh…”
A few minutes might have been a bit optimistic, but Viper stubbornly continued breathing in pure unrelenting Jett gas, refusing to let her physiological needs overtake her sexual needs. As the farts continued rolling right through like stormclouds, Viper felt the most divine orgasm imminently approaching.
BBBRPPBRBRBRRBBBRRRRAAAAARRRRT
“Mmg…Gaah!” As her lungs cried out for relief, her entire lower body shuddered with ecstasy, shaking her to her very core. The motion was enough to jostle her mask off her face, which may have been in her favor – otherwise, she risked losing consciousness.
The mask was not the end, however, as Viper’s lungs were still saturated with farts that were denser than air. As she tried to signal for Jett to stop, she could only hack up flowing white plumes of gas. She lay there in a daze as bits of warm, white vapor flew out of her mouth, savoring the remainder of the farts that were packed and swirling inside her.
“Hey, Viper! Is Tube 1 the last tube you have?”
BBRBBRRRRRRRRRMRMMMMMMMPPPPT
Unable to respond, Viper continued in her lulled state, the discarded mask still creating a secondary cloud of farts around her desk.
“So what happens if I break this one?”
PPRPRRRRRRRRRLLLLAAAAAAOOORRRRRT
No…wait…Jett…
Viper figured out what she was playing at now. As if to prove her point, Jett pinned the tube against the floor, sitting completely on it and leaving nothing to chance.
“Guess there’s only one way to find out! Hnnaah!”
FFRRRRRRPAAAAAAAARRRRPP…PPPPPRRRBBBRRRMMMMMPPPT
Viper managed to hack out enough of the impossibly thick fumes from her lungs to render herself audible. “Jett, no, ack– wait!–”
But it was too little, too late. The sheer force of Jett’s thick ass sitting and blasting a truly massive fart was too much for the last of Viper’s equipment to handle. A creaking, fracturing noise was picked up on the live feed, and then a shattering sound could be heard from outside.
“Gah…Jett…Ah, fuck…”
Viper rushed to make herself look presentable, trying not to alert Jett to the depravity that had just transpired on this side of the wall. She was smart enough to figure Jett was about to try to leave.
Jett, meanwhile, was clueless to Viper’s frenetic clean-up. “Aww, looks like my ass was too strong for your tech. Shame. Guess we’re done here.” Jett casually kicked over a piece of tubing, now almost unrecognizable in its destruction.
“No!” Viper sighed, her lungs still not completely clear of Jett’s blessed warmth. “No, just…hold on.” Her mind raced as she sought excuses to keep her here. This had been a glorious opportunity to indulge in her fantasies as she had never before thought possible, and she wasn’t about to let it slip through her fingers.
“Viper.” The milky white haze in the chamber made it impossible for them to make eye contact anymore, but she could make out Jett’s outline crossing its arms. “I think I’ve proven that I have more gas than you have canisters. And you’ve been promising food since morning, and it’s almost lunchtime. I’m taking a break, whether you like it or not.”
As she approached the door, Viper took a deep breath to cool herself down. “Fine.” She smoothed out her clothes, mentally bringing herself into a more professional tone before reaching for the door control panel. “But it’s a break. Take some time to recharge, and then I want you back here.”
The doors opened with a metallic sliding sound, allowing a behemoth wall of thick, white, distinctly odorous gas to flood out from the room, like a massive cloudfront heralding an oncoming storm. Jett waded through it, agitating the cloud with each step. She still looked absolutely stunning in those panties. “You know what, fine by me. As long as you promise to keep feeding me.”
“Food is in my office. Down the hall, on the right. You’ll see it.” Viper thought for a moment, before adding, “Try not to fumigate my office while you’re in there, please.”
It worked. “Oh, I’ll try, alright,” Jett retorted, grinning slyly.
Too easy, Viper thought to herself. Now I have something else to look forward to in my office.
In the meantime, though, she had an even bigger prize awaiting her: a room filled to the brim with Jett gas, whose state-of-the-art ventilation systems weren’t working anymore. With a wicked grin she couldn’t hide any longer, Viper stepped into the gassed-out chamber full of milky white fog. “Shame,” she said to no one. “Guess I’ll have to filter the air in here myself.”