[Farts]

"I can't believe that slut got me roped into this..!"

The agonized sound of a plump Angel by the name of Stocking's voice echoed out through her room as she sat atop of a rather thick looking pillow, the faint sounds of something foul trying to escape her body. Why was she in agony, and why was she sitting in bed as if she was trying to nurse an egg until it hatched, with the way she nearly straddled the pillow under ner ass with her legs?

There was a very simple reason why she was doing this. And it was all connected to a certain blonde partner of hers. A partner who toyed around with one of the Ghosts they were supposed to deal with, and now not only had that blonde ended up getting cursed with a bunch of gas that would leave her utterly unable to get any action as a result... But so had Stocking. Because of course she'd get wrapped up in one of Panty's annoying failures.

*FRRRRRT*

Stocking's cheeks flushed bright red as she felt the rush of something trying to slip out from the hole between her fat cheeks. She hated it. She hated that this was what she had to live with. It had only been a few days since she had been cursed, but she hated every moment of it. Because while her partner just couldn't get laid due to her gas, there was something much more extreme at risk for the plump-bodied goth.

Namely the fact that she couldn't buy any food if she was like this. How was she supposed to satiate her sweet tooth if she was stuck inside her bedroom, farting like she had mexican the night before?!

*FRRRRRRT*

Stocking let out a brief groan as she felt her body trembling. The farts had gotten worse over the last few days. It always followed a pattern too. The more she tried to resist or block her hole off like she was doing right now, the more intense the gas got. She could outright smell the damn odor just by sitting there, and she was sure that most of it was being absorbed by the pillow. That's how bad it had gotten...

And to make matters worse, she knew what would cause it to get weaker. And it was something that she always did once it got too bad. In fact, she was in the middle of doing it right now, the warm breath leaving her lips only serving to emphasize what she was about to do...

The pillow itself had seen much better days. A lot of the color on the cover had been completely peeled off due to the strength of her stench. Not only that, but the stench itself had fused with it on a fundamental level. Just waving it around would spread that stink all around the room...

Which was exactly why Stocking put the pillow up against her face and started to huff it like a maniac who couldn't control herself. Of course she couldn't control herself, this was one of her actual fetishes.

The fact of the matter was that this was one of the few things that managed to turn Stocking on beyond belief. The smell of her own farts, the texture, the taste. She could lick the damn pillow and get the faintest hint of how her farts tasted, and she would probably be on the verge of cumming right then and there. It was why she didn't need any action, unlike her blonde partner. She just needed to get gassy after a good night of dining, and she'd be satisfied for the next few weeks.

*FRRRRRT*

As the gothic girl kept on huffing her own farts from the pillow she had spent so long straddling, she barely even paid attention to the bed underneath her. Or how the sheets turned a disgusting green from how much the farts sank into them. Not only that, but the spots that hadn't turned nice and green were now colorless, showing just how corrosive her inner gas was.

This... Admittedly wasn't one of the things that the Ghost had caused. Her farts were always terrible. But now that she was farting with more frequency, it meant that the true power of her gas was on full display. Sure, she could wreck a toilet on a good day, but after she started farting her days away inside this room?

It was never going to recover. There was no way that it was going to endure her farts for long. The wallpaper had been outright scraped off by the farts, and there were a few holes that showed off the bricks that held it all up. Even they had lost some of their color, and there was no guarantee that they'd stay standing if she kept on farting.

Not that Stocking really cared when she was busy huffing her own farts. It felt so fucking good to just huff and taste her fart-filled pillow. She had gone through at least three of them every day due to how much she farted, but didn't discourage her. It just felt so fucking good...

So good that she couldn't stop herself from dropping the pillow for a brief moment, grinding her face against it, and panting as she lifted herself up with the faint trail of her own farts pouring off her face. And yet despite how satisfied she felt at this very moment, she still wanted more. And there was only one way that she was going to get more...

*FRRRRT*

Was by visiting Panty. Something that would take Stocking more than a few minutes, because she just had to get another little whiff of her surroundings, and completely ignore the destruction she was causing in the process. Not realizing that the room itself had been swallowed by her farts coalescing into the shape of a cloud, melting away at the room…

God, it felt so good to just let loose. And it'd feel even better to let loose around Panty. Maybe bury her between her cheeks and see how she'd like being on bottom for once.

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"GOD DAMNIT!" *BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAP* "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

To say that Panty wasn't pleased that her curse was still kicking was an understatement. Even though she had found freaks that were actually into fart play, that didn't make the damn curse any more fun to live with. Especially when she had to practically hotbox herself whenever she wanted to sleep, just to avoid listening to the sound of her ass all night.

And that hadn't really worked either. Especially after her farts tore a damn hole through her colorless blankets. How did this stuff rot so quickly thanks to a couple of farts!? She didn't get it, but it damn well pissed her off!

"This day can't get any worse!" Panty shouted as she winced while another *FRRRRRT* left her cheeks, causing the pained bed underneath her to creak even further from how much it had already endured. It was a wonder it hadn't broken already, but she wasn't about to think it could last for much longer. She just hoped the damn thing wouldn't break on her before she was ready.

*BRAAAAAP* *FRRRRRT*

Panty's eyes started to widen as she heard the second set of farts echo out through her room. She was certain that it wasn't hers. Because while she was definitely a gasbag at this point, that didn't mean that she could fart that quickly. Which could only mean one thin-

"Open up, whore!" Stocking cried out as she suddenly latched onto her blonde partner, grabbing ahold of her legs after her rather abrupt entrance and quickly ramming her ass up against the blonde slutty angel's face until it was smushed nice and tightly in between both cheeks. Just so that she was as close to the hole between them as she possibly could be.

*FRRRRT*

Panty could barely get a moment to shout out obscenities at the gothic girl on top of her before she was doused in another blast of foul gas, her patience with this entire situation rapidly wearing thin. It felt so fucking humiliating to keep farting like this, and now Stocking just had to come in and ruin the siuation more because she got high on her own farts AGAIN?

"No, you open up you fucking fartrag!" Panty shouted with a few of her words being muffled as she was forced to swallow more of that foul gas, all while she wrapped her legs around the gothic girl's head and pulled her closer to her own hole, all while she felt her bowels trembling thanks to the foul gas pouring through.

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

The sheer heat of the gas, plus how it felt to have her hair singed by that very same heat, caused Stocking to let out a moan as juice poured down her thighs and onto her blonde partner's face as a result. This was the best idea she had in a while. She was enjoying this way too much..!

Of course, while both of their holes were busy releasing gas that was even more dangerous than the worst manmade bioweapon, the two were utterly unaware of the sheer damage they were causing around them. Whether it was the glass leading out into the street growing thinner with subtle cracks forming in it, every little bit of color having drained from the room thanks to how foul the scent was, or the way that the wallpaper had been completely torn to shreds revealing the wood and the bricks that held up the building itself. This was the power of their farts.

And they did nothing to try and stop it all because they were too busy trying to get one up over the other. Whether it was Stocking just trying to chase the greatest high she had ever experienced, or Panty doing her best to knock the damn goth out so she would stop farting in her face. Neither of them were close to stopping. Netiher of them had any plans to stop. They just wanted to prove that one of them was better than the other, and soak in the pleasure in the process.

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAP* *FRRRRRRRRRRT*

The farts were still going. And due to how strong they had gotten, they were blasting right past their faces, keeping them both nice and warm while actively trying to melt away at the building. Whether it was the floor, the ceiling, the bed itself, anything. The warmth and the sheer stench was too much for anybody and anything besides the two of them...

"JUST PASS OUT ALREADY YOU GLUTTONOUS BITCH!" Panty shouted, her breath growing warmer and her anger at the situation only rising the more frustrated she got from how unfulfilling it was to fart herself closer and closer to orgasm. She wanted to fuck until she came, not fart her way there. It was the worst. But if she had to put everything into one big fart to knock Stocking out, then she'd do it.

"More, MORE!" Stocking cried out in delight as she huffed up more of her blonde partner's fart. It felt so fucking good. But she wanted more. And the only way to get more was to agitate her further. So she took a deep breath and pushed down on her bowels as much as she could. She could feel all of her pent up gas bouncing around inside her, multiplying with every passing moment thanks to the curse. All she had to do was push a little more, and..!

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

*FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT*

The bed underneath the two broke. So did the floor, melting away as they both fell down to the ground. And they both completely ignored the fact that the entire building had met a similar fate thanks to their farts. These last two infernal farts were strong enough to deliver the final blow to not only the structural integrity of the building, but the neighborhood around them as every little blade of grass had been charred to a crisp and most other buildings had met a similar fate as they were also partly melted at this point.

To make matters that much worse, the gas pouring out of them had grown so visible that violent looking thick clouds of gas slowly floated into the atmosphere above. It would erode the skies just as much as the ground below, and the world would soon be dotted by the most disgusting shades of green should they keep farting with this much intensity.

And yet... their asses kept churning, despite their pussies overflowing. It seemed like they were going to destroy much more than just a building and a neighborhood, before the two angels were satisfied.

All because Stocking couldn't stop herself from indulging in her fart fetish.