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The Desk Behind Daphne The staff at Syphon were getting used to the workload now. Once coding the base of the Need for Speed game was done, they got to do the actual fun part of their jobs, create games. Calls were being made by Shelby to the requested brands to ask for sponsors and brands able to work with them. Ava was making sure to look over the changelogs and compile the information into pages that the blog team could use to write articles. And Daphne was doing all of that along with having to manage every floor of the building. And while she wasn’t alone, and it wasn’t too difficult with Ava handling most of the load, it left Daphne with a lot of time where she wasn’t making decisions on her own. She could let the staff come to work, enjoy their jobs, and help out passively when needed. She was bored out of her mind. Daphne walked around the 8th floor, watching the programmers working on the game. Smiling faces all around, and a few busybodies asking to pass around her, which of course was difficult with the car busting ass she was lugging around. And for a while, she felt like she was more of a hindrance than assistance. She had a face of shyness for once, remembering back to the days of her teens, when- There was laughter, Daphne snapped out of her rabbit hole and looked around, seeing a large bouncing rump in one of the cubicles where the laughter was coming from. Ava… Daphne was about to have something to do for sure… The “New Guy” was what they called you, even though you’ve been here for a while and everyone knew you. You’d been assaulted by Ava, gotten the Shelby staircase treatment, and been to “Daphne’s Den” twice all in one month and came out unphased. That and you coded like crazy. People felt like even with Ava hovering around you, Daphne was sure to come around and give you a raise for your work. Speaking of Ava, you and her were having some fun~ Her ass filled your entire cubicle behind you, and she leaned onto your back. All anyone else could see though was her giant ass bouncing up and down rhythmically with her joy, and that’s exactly why Daphne was walking up to you now, her heavy footsteps getting your attention before she spoke. “Even on days like this?...” She crossed her arms under her large chest as Ava looked up. “Daph! You gotta see this! It’s great!” “Helping him with another bug, I’m guessing? I swear, both of you…” Daphne, though with difficulty with her ass unable to fit in the cubicle, leaned in and looked at the screen. You had made a small minigame, a ‘cinematic experience’ version of a race, but where every time player inputs an action, it goes into a cutscene that does that action instead. This was jabbing at the previous EA title, which traded arcade fun with collision and freedom with “making movies.” Needless to say, pressing X to accelerate and getting a monologue about stepping on the gas pedal did give Daphne a chuckle, but not even Ava was saving Daphne for her feeling of stagnation. “Oh, ha. Well, good thing we’re going in the right direction. Just don’t work on that too much, we have to have an actual game to put easter eggs in later.” Daphne departed, her ass bouncing against the wall and the other cubicles as she went. “Huh… she doesn’t sound too happy… Hhhh her pants seem looser today~” Ava moaned out staring at her boss walking away. “We should cheer her up. You gotta talk to her, I’ll program for you!” You raised a brow, though she probably had a closer bond with you than anyone else, and you didn’t exactly dislike the times you’ve been on the receiving end of her discipline. So you thought nothing of it and slid by Ava to let her sit in your seat, which upon doing so made it disappear completely. “Don’t forget to tell me how it goes!” You stepped off of the elevator, smelling traces of coffee in the air. Daphne wouldn’t be so restless if she wasn’t so hyped on caffeine, you thought. Walking to her office, you could take a small peek through the blinds of her window. Her ass was high, the sun shining on it like a holy statue, as the woman possessing it leaned on her desk, head in her hands and sipping glumly on a cup of coffee. Clearly, she loves being a manager, but when she’s not needed, it must be miserable. You thought for a moment and made up a nice plan. Daphne sighed, typing away on the emails that Shelby directed to her. Unlike other days, Shelby was handling every call. Must’ve been a good day for her. There was a knock on her office door that stopped her from taking another drink from her 5th cup of the day. “Come in,” she spoke out, thankful for some interaction. In you walked, holding your work laptop in hand. “Oh, hello. Hope the day is going well for you. Sorry for leaving, I think the Easter egg was great, though I don’t think EA will take it too kindly~” You chuckled with her as you pulled a chair up to her desk and told her your plan for the day. “...You want to work with me? In my office? I mean, why?” You explained to her that she seemed a bit off today, that you assumed that everyone being so independent left you without much to manage. And that sitting alone in a box unlike everyone else sucks. “Huh. Well, you’re observant. But yea, I’m bored. I was sort of hoping Ava was doing something with you so I could have an excuse to rip ass on y-I mean, uh, rip on you for it…” You both stared at each other for a moment. You smirked, deciding to push it and saying that she could is she wanted to. This made her blush and lean back. “N-Now hold on, I’m not Ava… I’m not engaging in PDA… Hmph, I leave my ‘fun’ for discipline only.” You thought for a moment. “Though I suppose I can get you for last week. I saw you and Ava come out of the elevator and she was a little too happy. Go on back there.” She smiled and edged her desk forward, making enough room for you to go behind. You happily walked back, already smelling traces of her lingering fart smell heated with the sunlight. You finished pushing your chair and turned back to see those two planetary globes shaking in her tight slacks. Her back pockets large and stretched, and a small darkening from sweat lining the crease of her pants. You sat in the chair and could only look up in awe at her massive size. “Be lucky you weren’t back here earlier. I was really ready to give a punishment earlier~ If you’re not lucky those 5 minutes of fire could come back. Now, remember, do your work. I’m not letting you slack off just because you wanted to be friendly.” You understood perfectly, and with a final shudder at the awesome sight of that SUV dwarfing ass, you got to typing. This is where the struggle became evident. It didn’t matter what you did. You added code to the game, you gave concepts for the user interface, you replied to an email from one of your group members. Nothing at all could distract you from it. The elephant in the room in front of you, sun shining down on those black-clad moons like heavenly objects, and the smell of ass sweat filling the air around you with its intoxicating smell. Daphne’s ass radiated its heat, its appeal, its stench, all constantly. And as much as you wanted to focus on your screen, every time she adjusted in her seat the room quaked just as much as her cheeks did, and more wind displaces and rushed to you carrying her sweet scent. It was a battle of will, and that ass was breaking you just by existing in this world. Meanwhile, Daphne was just as productive as you were, thinking about the whole situation. She had company, yes, and she had something to occupy her mind. But her desire to be professional and not hinder your productivity was making her hold back, it made her nervous, which explains why the smell of her sweat was in the air. She tried typing but couldn’t think. Her mind was blocked, backed up with- BLRP-BRROOLLOORLLORLPLT! There it was. Like a cork popping from a bottle of champagne, a wet bubbling burst of gas rocketed from her ass. Muggy air smelling of sweat and coffee and a very sour salad slammed into you, the wind choppily battering you for a mean 9 seconds before the stink really set in. “Oh god, phew~ Wow that was relieving- oh, sorry.” She couldn’t look back at you with her ass in the way, but she heard you choking and coughing, you rubbed your stinging eyes from the offensive stench as you tried to regain your senses. “Well, I’m sorry I surprised you with that, but I’m going to have to let out a lot more. Guess this is where the punishment comes in… Ok ok, it’s not that bad, get coding…” You gulped, stopping your sputtering as you tried to get back to typing. As terrible as it was, it didn’t hinder how much you loved what that ass could do. You looked up again, seeing she was even sweatier now, the darkness on the seam of her slacks spreading more and more onto those large wide glutes. “I don’t hear typing. I think you need a jump start~” pllrlPPRRAAALLLLRLRLPPLT! PROORROFFffllPLPLT! You fanned your face and coughed from the added fumes thrust onto you from her meaty mountains. Whatever this breakfast salad was she ate, it was horrible on the nose, and you dearly wanted the familiar coffee smell to return. It started low, but went to her natural powerful clapping strength, rocking and bouncing her ass in front of you like a truck on a bumpy road for 11 seconds, and if that wasn’t enough, her exhaust coughed again with another wet, gusty bomb, soaking you in her stink for a final 8 seconds. The air in the room was done for, nothing smelled like a fresh inviting office, it was Daphne’s personal punishing room, and the space behind her had to be the most dangerous place in the building. You began to sweat as you teared up and coughed, it was so hot with the sun adding to the heat radiating from her ass, the sweat adding even more to the humidity that you could practically see in the room now. Suddenly her ass rose high, backing up and looming over you, a drop of sweat landing on your shirt. “Type. Now.” You shouted a quick yes ma’am as you feverishly continued your coding, and her ass went back to her seat, rocking the room as she sat with a moist, strong thud. As hot as this was, this was seeming more and more like a bad idea after all. And now you had to be behind her all day, instead of for a few giant toots and then leaving… PLRRLP-PRORRALLFLFLT “Sorry, they’re slipping out right now. I really need to let them go but you’re writing, so as long as you keep that up I’ll spare you.” Sounded great to you. The fierce stench of what she already flooded the room with was enough to keep you going. You smelled more of the burning bitter coffee in these wet slip-ups, a welcoming and delicious smell compared to those veggie farts earlier. You even sighed after taking a big sniff of the air, the love was back for you, as you drunkenly smiled remembering that this was a dream spot. You made sure you typed at a good pace as you took a break to look up again. Her ass was tensed, those cheeks flexed holding in who knows how big of a bubble. Her pants looked ready to blow from the middle, the threads nearly visible with the strain and the sweat weakening her fabric. Her pants were nearly a whole shade darker with all this hot air around. You heard another popping from within that crack of hers. She was about to lose it, and you were likely going to get 5 cups-worth of coffee chaos. Or make those 5 minutes of fire~ You drooled in anticipation before looking back at your screen and realizing you typed a bunch of gibberish. Daphne went back to her emails after her threat of squashing you. Holding in her gas is what she wanted to avoid, but she knew to be behind her was a big punishment, and even if she had an inkling that you liked it, not being able to breathe means you can’t code. She debated on letting it out and letting you sit in front, but honestly, there wasn’t much space in front, and from what she could smell it was pretty bad in front as well. This was false, it stunk nearly as bad as it did behind her. *Beep beep beep* A call, it was from an outside line. Daphne clenched her ass, making sure whatever could slip out, wouldn’t. She turned (as much as she could and she still couldn’t see you) and spoke. “This is a call, make no noise… *ahem*” She opened the line, “Hello, thank you for calling Syphon, this is Daphne...Ah yes, thank you for partnering with us! We’re happy to have you on board. Currently, we’re-” The call must have been one of the car brands discussing the cars they could use in the game. You decided to mind your own business, you had more compelling sights to attend to. Her musculature on her glutes was defined at the moment, holding back with all of their strength. Her large thighs looked strong at the moment as well. You wondered how she even held all of this ass sometimes. In all your wondering, however, you stopped typing… “-including the M3 of course!... Yes, I’ll direct you to her, please hold…” She ass rumbled as she put the line on mute. PLLRROAARRALLRALRLLRLAAPAPPPLRPRPPLLLLLPPLLBRROOMPH! GOOD GOD! She exploded with a volcanic fury, holding nothing back from this bubbling, ass clapping, floor-rattling nuke. The other floors had to have felt this, and if they could, the scene behind her was one of legend. You were blown back to the ground, the feeling of rain falling on you as sweat and humidity swarmed around you, the light fluttered as the curtains blew around, and above all else, you felt like you nose was about to run back into your face. The horrors and joys of Daphne’s punishment were front and center. On one hand, for all of this astounding 20 second and counting release, the stench of coffee grew stronger and stronger, a delectable stench, but also so powerful your body wanted to run. You were in fight or flight mode, and in panic, your hands flailed around for fresh air. You stood, bracing yourself against her foul wind as the fart climbed to 30 seconds, turning into a more booming gust before it eventually ended abruptly, and in your blind struggle you walked face first into her damp mountainous ass. “The minute I was talking and the 36 seconds of my fart and counting. That’s how long you’ve gone without typing. You’re lucky this call is coming back to me or I wouldn’t have stopped until your typing was louder than my farts!- *beep be-* Hello, this is Daphne again!” It was back to work again, her ass holding back more gas, albeit with less struggle as what she just released was enough to punish an entire floor. As she got back to her call, you wiped your face, frozen in a mix of fear, arousal, and a desire for more. You picked your laptop back up, shuddering as you wiped the fog and sweat from the screen and got back to work, finally convincing your body that your survival hinged on never looking up at her ass. But yet, the sight of it in your peripheral vision was enough to tempt you. The smell was like the trash of a vegan coffee addict’s personal landfill being left to rot in the sun. Most of all, the smell of her sweat was fresh on your face… your face was on her ass… Your mind filled with wonderful images, thinking of her ass looming over you again and coming right down, smelling strongly of her gas before she would even begin to rip such powerful thumping farts all over you- “-he’ll meet you soon. Thank you for your business! Goodbye~” You went back to typing furiously on your code. “Now where was I? Right… I’m glad you’re typing again, and I am glad you decided to take your time and sit with me, but I feel you’re too distracted back there, I don’t know why~ Either way, slack off one more time and I’m sending you out. Still, whatever happens, thanks for the company. Really…” You gave a quick ‘No problem!’ and got back to work. And for a while, there was no incident. ppfrrp blrp pff-frrallbt Until she started losing control. “Um, remember what I mentioned earlier?” The 5 minutes of fire… was this it? “My stomach feels really hot. So I’m a sucker for good deals and I had gotten hot wings last night, and for some reason, I thought ‘Let me put the hot wing sauce on my morning salad.’ It was a stupid idea, and apparently, the dressing and hot sauce want me to suffer cus I feel it in every inch of my belly. So I’m warning you now, this is not part of the punishment. *mblBLLRLFFT* Oops.” Sweet mother of hell that was hot. Not just the slow sound of it gulping and slowly bubbling from her cheeks, and not just the blurry cloud you could barely see reach you, but the stench and the temperature were so warm! It was like a heater blowing onto you with a filter of dead chicken and rotting peppers, mixed with spoiling cream. Just this fart pushed away whatever smell was around you, and this is how you knew this would be the moment. The fart you had to experience. You told her you weren’t worried. “...You do like this! You actually really like this! So my punishments are a pastime to you?” You tried to tell her that’s not what you- “Oh save it. Whether you do or not, it clearly works regardless. And I suppose I like giving these punishments too. Funishments is what I secretly call them~... I don’t like my figure. I don’t like looking like… this. It’s really hard moving around and knowing I’ll just get much bigger, but I guess other than the hard parts, I like being in positions of power, and this ass turned out to be pretty useful in that. So yea, that’s my revealing monologue. Consider yourself a friend~ Now, uh, sorry for what’s about to happen…” What a bag of information to handle. So she doesn’t like her body but she likes using it in this way? Well if this is what being friends with her is like, you hit the jackpot! And now as you watched her ass quiver, spilling out loud hot clouds of gas, you wondered. ‘Wait… bigger?!’ pplrrooorralalallrpraallLLFLRRLLOORLFL- You gulped as it started, it was one of those farts. Low and bassy in the release, but ear ringing when those ass cheeks clap together because of it. The cloud hit you immediately, and the stench floored you like you’d been hit with a sack of bricks. Her slow startup revved up for 9 seconds before things began to change. Your lungs burned as this hot mixture of spice, vinegar, and coffee rampaged into the room to the tune of the massive quaking ass in front of you, picking up speed as low was no longer going to be an accurate description. -BBALLALALRALLLBLLRRLLLRLFLLBLLRL- Now it was a rolling thunder that left the room shaking along with her mountain range of an ass. She braced herself on the desk, panting as this mass of gas rushed out of her barely under her control as it steamrolled onto 26 seconds and counting. Wet was the sound and the air in the room followed suit, fogging up the windows and dimming the light. Books fell from the shelves, her pens rolled off the desk, your clothes were blown onto you, sticking to you as they dampened from the soaking storm of her sweaty gassy ass. -RRLLRLAABLLRLRLLRPLLOORRAALLALLRLLLLP- 38 seconds and counting! The stronger it got, and the more you could handle its power and love its display. You took a big huff of air and nearly lost it. Such a powerful smell, only getting more concentrated in the room as time went on. A lesser man would have run screaming imagining a fart like this being let out on them, but for you, Daphne was the peak of your day, even though you knew you’d likely be sick from the stink for the rest of your shift. -RRAALLLRR-PLLARRARRAALLLPPPT! 46 seconds in and her fart finished with an ass bouncing finale, Daphne’s ass raising high as she pushed and made sure she got all of her volcanic fiery fury out of her ass for good. She left the room, once again, in shambles with the last of her gas, and you had officially endured yet another one of Daphne’s punishments. “Ahhhh! Fuck yea! Oh, that’s what I can a punishment!~ Mmm…*ahem* Uh… Well… I’m going to clean up… uh…” She sounded shy, which considering the fact that she nearly moaned out and clearly retracted her thoughts of this fart not being in the punishment, you could understand. You coughed, weakly making out that you’d leave her to it as you got up and walked past her. You waved goodbye to her, knowing that if she let out anything else you’d be out of work for a few days. “Uh, th-thanks for coming by, b-but next time just come on my lunch break…” As you left, Daphne sighed, and put a hand to her ass, slipping out another fart. “Jeez, now I know how Ava feels…” |
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