Literature
Yelena's Day Off
The sun shone through the window, casting a soft glow on the cluttered bedroom. Although her bedroom did not light up with a beautiful golden glimmer. No, no... it was very much a green tinted color because of her sleep farts. They sure can leave their mark, as she is going to find out as soon as she wakes up. Yelena had been neglecting her studies of late, ever since her promotion at work. She figured a little break from her usual routine wouldn't hurt, and besides, she was exhausted.
Yelena yawned and stretched, after being woken up by Lareina leaving their appartement. Her blonde hair fell messily around her shoulders, as she lifted her right butt-cheek and with that, the first of many farts rumbled from her backside, causing her to gag.
*PPPPRRRBBBBTT!!!!*
"Ugh~ no way was it because of this first fart..."
She lifted her blanket up to get a better smell.
"Oh god... I've been brewing these all night, haha"
She said, as she crawled back under her foul smelling covers to really soak in her stench.
*PPPPPPPRRRRRRBBBBBBTTTTT!!!!* *FFFRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!!!* *BRAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!*
"Phew, i definitely need a shower now... can't have these stink bombs lingering.""
With that, she stepped out of her horrid smelling dungeon to hopefully start her morning "fresh". As she stepped under the hot spray of the shower, she felt her muscles relax, and soon, the farts began again.
*PPPPRRRRBBBBTTTTT!!!!* *FFFFFFRRRRRRBBBBBRRRRTTTT!!!!!*
"Ooh, that's rank."
She laughed, opening the shower door a crack to let the smell dissipate. The steam carrying the scent of her morning gas throughout the small bathroom. After what felt like an eternity of soapy, farty bliss, Yelena finally emerged smelling even worse than before. So with that, she put on her sweatpants still loosely hugging her curves with a oversized Type O Negative band shirt.
She walked into the kitchen, pulled a frying pan from the cabinet and threw in a couple of her daily eggs, some chopped onion, and a generous handful of grated cheese. As the eggs sizzled, the familiar scent of breakfast filled the air, momentarily dissturbed by the lingering odor of her morning emissions. Yelena settled into the couch, her soft pants hugging her rear as she shifted to get comfortable. As she munched on her eggs, the cheese and onion repeating on her breath, she felt a rumble in her stomach, and soon, the couch was subject to her worst smelling farts yet!
*PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTT!!!!* *FFFFFFFRRRRRRRBBBBBBBRRRRRRTTTRRRRTTTT!!!!!* *BBBBBRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!*
"These pants are way too comfortable," she said, patting her tummy.
"Phew, but maybe i should get a pants that possibly can seal the scent a bit..."
Just then, the doorbell rang, causing Yelena to jump. "Who could that be?" she wondered, getting up and adjusting her pants.
"I didn't order anything."
As she made her way to the door, another fart slipped out, this one silenced by the soft fabric of her sweats.
"Phew, that was a close one."
She whispered, reaching for the door handle. Yelening open the door, she was met by a medium-sized box. She shut the door and brought the package into the kitchen, setting it on the counter.
"Now, what could this be?"
She mused, tearing open the box. Inside was a pair of black leggings, sleek and shiny, with a note attached.
> "Yelena,
>
> Thought you might like to try these out. They're the latest in fart-proof technology. Wear them with pride (and stink)!
>
> Love,
>
> Lareina."
"Fart-proof pants?" Yelena snorted.
"How does she?... uhm, okay."
She ran her hand over the smooth fabric of the leggings, curious as to how they worked.
"Might as well give 'em a whirl."
She grinned, stepping into the leggings and pulling them up over her hips. They hugged her curves snugly, and she marveled at how they seemed to smooth out her figure.
"Wow, these are comfy!"
She said, admiring her rear view in the mirror. Feeling mischievous, Yelena returned to the kitchen and cracked open a few more eggs.
"Time to really put these pants to the test." She cackled, whisking the eggs with glee. She threw in some extra cheese for good measure, figuring the more gas she produced, the better the experiment.
As she devoured her eggy feast, Yelena's stomach began to grumble and gurgle, and soon, the room was filled with the sound of her farts.
*PPPPPPPRRRRRRBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRTTTTTRRRRPPPPP!!!!* *FFFFFRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPRRRTTTT!!!!!* *BBBBBRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRTTTTT!!!!!*
Each one noisier and more pungent than the last. She started smelling the air, but not a hint of a foul smell.
"Oh yeah, these pants are something else." She laughed, letting loose a particularly smelly one.
"I could fart all day and no one would know... this is amazing!"
Yelena spent the rest of her day off pushing the limits of her new fart-proof pants. She ordered a extra cheesy pizza with jalapenos, meatballs and pepperoni... she even ordered spicy indian food that contained beans, chickpeas, cauliflower, broccoli, cabbage, onions, garlic, chili peppers and raddish. The cheer stench of those farts would've emptied the entire building if they had escaped. But the pants held strong, containing her stench and leaving her free to enjoy her day of relaxation to the fullest. But than she saw something a bit worrying.
"Oh my... this is not okay!"
Her pants was starting to inflate. All of her beyond rancid smelling farts she has been ripping for the entire day, are lingering inside her pants, only being sealed by the waist and leg belts. Yelena couldn't hold back the farts she has been brewing since her last release, she looked in the mirror as she ripped another warm and mean stinker.
*PPPPFFFFRRRRRBBBBTT!!!!*
The pants did grow a little bigger after that one.
"Uhg~ i also can't just take em off, that'll release the stench too..."
Her stomach wasn't done with brewing more of her foul gas, and her butt-cheeks can only hold em in for so long.
Than out of nowhere, she lost control... a barrage of intense smelling farts had to come out.
She quickly ran into her bedroom and closed the door, as she was hit with the stench of her morning farts. She looked at her bed, her only option to conceal as much of her smell as possible. Yelena jumped in her bed, wrapped herself under her covers.
"What if i pushed the air out of my pants under my covers?"
That's exactly what she did, but as soon as she pushed, a opening was created around the back of her waist belt. She felt the warmth of her noxious gas escape through it, as it filled and almost even inflated her bed sheets. And with that, she had enough.
She pulled her thick butt out of the pants and released one of her biggest, longest, most horrid smelling farts EVER!!!
*BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!*
*BBBOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!*
*PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!!!*
*BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!*
*BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP!!!*
*PPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!*
"This is one of those rare times, that my gas even makes me sick... ugh~."
She said as she wafted her covers and fanning her nose, still farting! After her gassy episode was done, she made sure the stench stayed in her room by quickly locking the door behind her. She ran as fast as she could to the nearest handy store to buy new locks to really seal her door shut, making sure not a single smell came out of her room. After she fixed the locks on her door, she put the foul smelling pants back into the medium-sized box and placed it infront of Lareina's bedroom door with a sticky note saying:
"You can keep it, dont mind the smell :p"
Yelena was pretty tired after what happened today, and for the first time felt almost out of gas. But that wouldnt last too long... in about a minute Lareina would arrive home with leftover mexican food from her workplace.
"Maybe she can try the pants..."
The End
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