By: DoctorFunnyMan
Bulma, Gardevoir, and Mirko were an unlikely trio of friends who had come to be quite close due to their collective interests in their own bodies, believing themselves to be among the hottest women in the world. With such fat asses and big, jiggly titties, they were truly very attractive. What made them even more fierce and intimidating was how their gas could clear a full square mile and leave people scrambling to escape, not even taking too much fuel to produce such results. Even still, they did enjoy filling up on dairy to help add to the output.
Unfortunately, what was initially their greatest source of comradery had begun to divide the girls a bit. Feelings of jealousy began to rise between them as they viewed each other as competition to claim the ultimate prize. One of them had to be the weakest and strongest, it just made sense!
“There is no way that either of you three think that you can stand up to me when it comes to raw gassy power, because my husband is a literal Saiyan warrior and he can barely stand to share a bed with me due to my sleep farts!” Bulma exclaimed.
Gardevoir crossed her arms in a cocky fashion and, communicating her thoughts telepathically, insisted, “My trainer has complained quite often about my scents, even forcing me to sleep in a separate room… but they can still smell me from across the house, proving just how gassy and stinky I am~”
“You two are absolutely going to regret bragging so much when you realize that I am the true queen of stink, because I’ve tested it on many volunteers… and those a little less willing… and they’ve all agreed my odors are totally intolerable!” Mirko boasted, feeling quite sure of herself.
The women stared at each other, none able to back down from this challenge to what was apparently their greatest pride. They already had a full breakfast of bean and cheese burritos washed down with milk, so it was likely a good time to put their claims to the test.
"I think the rules are gonna be simple- we're gonna take turns farting on each other and see who will tap out fastest, and we can make a tally of who can make each other quit sooner and use that to declare a winner!" Bulma proclaimed while wiggling her butt.
Clearly finding this all to be quite amusing, Gardevoir snickered to herself while continuing to insist, "I don't think this competition will be too necessary since I'm still quite confident I am the superior gasser, but if this is what it'll take to prove it to you, I suppose I can humor it!"
"I'm sure your farts are gonna smell like roses compared to what I can produce, so if you two aren't feeling too nervous, I'm pumped to get this started and show off my stuff!" Mirko exclaimed enthusiastically, gut gurgling with all the gas she had ready to let out.
With the three of them, there were six different combinations of butt-on-face that were possible. To keep anyone from getting too overwhelmed, they'd trade off on the victims, never letting someone get smothered in sweaty ass twice in a row. That would make the judgements quite unbiased and fair.
Gardevoir was the first one to have to start sniffing gas, lying on the ground and still feeling confident in herself, and Bulma was the one lucky enough to get to smother her first. She stood over her and shook her sweaty ass before slowly lowering herself down.
"As per our rules, you can forfeit if you tap on the ground twice... though you'll wanna try to hold out as long as you can, as whoever does the worst will end up becoming the stink-sniffing slave of the other two!" Bulma declared with a laugh as her gas was warming up.
Gardevoir would be sure not to let Bulma win, as she was going to get to use the scientist as a fart cushion at the end of the day by proving her superiority! She just had to mentally prepare herself for what was coming, as she was sure it wouldn't be that bad...
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Instantly, she was shocked by just how foul the odor was, reminiscent of what a Skuntank could produce! It was growing slightly worrying whether she'd be able to hold off for long enough to avoid being in dead last by the time everyone had gotten timed.
Hearing her grunt in disgust beneath her, Bulma reminded her while continuing to wiggle her tush, "If you are having enough trouble you can just tap out, just remember that you'll end up being pressed between both our asses if you lose this challenge, and that'd be very unfortunate indeed~"
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Gardevoir grunted as she endured the mighty blast of gas to the face, finding it a struggle to try to handle such a smell. She initially was sure lasting a minute or two would be easy, but it seemed like each second blended together when actually in the process of experiencing it, making it hard to know when it was safe to tap out.
"Oh, this is really hot to watch, hopefully I get to take my turn farting on someone next so I can enjoy the act of doing it~" Mirko hummed eagerly, squeezing her massive jiggling breasts together.
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Finally, the Pokémon underneath Bulma slammed her hand on the ground to tap out, the scientist standing up as she held the stopwatch to inform her, "You lasted a full fifty-five seconds, which isn't that bad... but you better hope you don't do any worse than that later!"
To decide on who would be the next one to get obliterated with gas, Bulma and Mirko sat down and spun a glsweaty ass bottle, Gardevoir left out since she needed this time to cool off after that intense session. Mirko grimaced as the bottle ultimately landed with it pointed straight at her.
"T-that's totally not fair, you already went!"
Bulma grinned and insisted, "There's no rule established about the same gasser going twice, and don't be too upset- I'm being quite generous getting my turns out of the way so the rest of you can enjoy being the farters!"
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Mirko sighed and soon laid down on her back waiting to have her face sat on, insisting as she looked up at Bulma, “You’re going to regret being so cocky, because when it’s one of our turns to sit and fart on you, you’re going to beg for mercy!”
Standing over her and flexing her cheeks, the scientist declared in a confident fashion, “I’ll probably more just be wishing that you two were able to give me more of a challenge and be looking forward to using one of you as a comfy cushion when I dish out your smelly punishments~”
Bulma's big bubbly booty proceeded to slam down on Mirko's face, and she started the timer while wiggling her tush on top of her. She felt excited to get to smother her in gas, as even after having just let out some on Gardevoir, she knew she still had more in the chamber.
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She squeezed her massive breasts in excitement as she ripped out those ripe toots, feeling the bunny-girl wiggling beneath her and finding it quite exhilarating knowing what stinky torment she was putting her through. Even if she lost the overall challenge, she loved pushing her buttons.
It was a great concern for Mirko if she'd be able to beat Gardevoir's time, as with someone to compare herself to, there was a benchmark of success that she needed to try to surpass. Perhaps she'd fall short, or maybe she'd succeed, but keeping track of the time was quite difficult from down here!
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"Honestly, even if I feel a bit bad for her, it is kind of hot to watch it from the outside," Gardevoir remarked, pushing together her bountiful boobs as she contemplated on how fun it would be to put someone's face under her massive ass.
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Bulma wiggled her tush on top of Mirko's face for another few moments, wondering if she'd last any longer than her last seat. She didn't look at the stopwatch, simply holding it in her hand and waiting instinctively to press it the moment Mirko slammed her hand down.
It was impossible for Mirko to be able to tell just how long she had been underneath Bulma's fat butt, but she couldn't take another second of this, so she began to slam her hand down desperate for the smothering to stop so she could get in some fresh air.
Pushing her thumb down on the stop watch as she stood up triumphantly, Bulma looked down at Mirko while holding it out and informed her, "You lasted fifty seconds, so not as good as our friend over there, but I guess it could always be worse~"
"H-huh...!? I could've sworn I lasted longer than that, but... I guess it is really hard to keep track of time while being smothered by a fat gassy butt," she sighed in disappointment, fearing that she was going to end up suffering greatly due to how her time had panned out quite miserably.
Bulma had used up all her turns gassing people which meant that it was between Mirko or Gardevoir to do the facesitting, and she was on the chopping block to get potentially smothered. Mirko and Gardevoir sat face-to-face and a bottle was spun to determine who got to go next. Slowly, the bottle came to a stop, pointing at none other than Gardevoir!
"Ah, after that first round, it is about time I get to slam someone's face beneath my mighty ass!" she exclaimed in excitement, jumping up and down with her breasts flopping about and her butt wobbling.
Then, Bulma and Mirko had to have the same bottle spun between them to see which would get used as the victim for this round, and the bottle came to a stop pointing at Bulma. Even though she knew the likelihood of this happening was pretty high, she still looked quite nervous.
Chuckling, she assured the two of them in the most confident tone she could use, "I'm not going to be any pushover, so try your best to defeat me with your gas, because you may find I'm not as easy to reduce to submission as either of you are!"
Bulma soon laid down and was twitching all over in anxiety as she waited for Gardevoir to plop her massive wobbly butt onto her face. She was shaking so much due to her nervousness that her rather hefty breasts were jiggling quite profusely, making her even more attractive even while being so submissive.
"Heh, I'm gonna make sure to make your nose burn, and hopefully you don't have any better of a time than I did," she giggled, shaking her butt left and right and even giving it a slap to mock her before proceeding to drop herself straight down.
WHOMP-!
Her sweaty ass slammed onto her face, having landed with such an impact that her own boobs bounced up and down as a result. She was the one holding the stop watch and she was generous in starting it the moment her sweaty ass landed on her, though she didn't wait long to start letting out gas.
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There was no holding back, and Mirko found herself greatly impressed by the ferocity of these farts. She shifted in her seat, trying to picture her own massive sweaty ass on Bulma's face and squeezing her big tits in glee imagining her utter domination!
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Gardevoir felt pure delight to get to absolutely smother the crap out of Bulma with her gas, sure that she must've been suffering quite immensely underneath her. She didn't give her any room to sniff anything but her fats, happy to hear her groaning and whimpering from the rank scents.
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It was nearly impossible to tell for Bulma how long she had been underneath the Pokémon girl's rump, as even with her genius mind, she was still a victim to the fog that filled someone's head when experiencing immense stress. Ultimately, she resorted to slamming her hand down to get this to end.
Stopping the timer, Gardevoir held it up and announced with confidence as she stood up and looked down at her former seat, "You managed to last forty-five seconds, which happens to be our lowest time so far, so... guess you're not as tough as you thought~"
"H-huh...?! That's not fair! Well, I just have to hope I can improve on my last time or that none of you are able to last any longer the next time you are underneath each other's butts, because I don't wanna risk losing," she grumbled to herself in embarrassment.
The way points were tallied was pretty simple, as a low time was good for those doing the farting but bad for those experiencing it. As a result, positive points were rewarded based on how fast one had gotten someone to tap out while points were subtracted for how long it took them to tap out. Since everyone would fart on each other twice and get farted on twice, it would eventually serve as a strong assessment of who was able to command themselves best in the field of gassiness. Bulma, Gardevoir, and Mirko all hoped to score the highest!
Since Bulma had just been smothered, she got an obligatory break, meaning it was between the other two to dominate each other with farts. They sat together with the glsweaty ass bottle which was then spun, and they watched as it went around and around... and finally, it landed on Mirko.
"Yes, that means I get to dominate you with my fat butt!" Mirko declared excitedly, Gardevoir sighing as she soon laid herself down and prepared herself for what was sure to be unpleasant, just hoping that she would last longer than she did when she was in this position before.
Mirko shook and bounced her sweaty ass right in Gardevoir's face as she slowly lowered it while holding the stopwatch, feeling so giddy to get to turn her into nothing more than a helpless fart cushion. This was going to be quite a blast, and she hoped to wreck her in no time!
Soon, Gardevoir's vision was shrouded in pure darkness as that mighty bunny booty was planted right on top of her. She let out a muffled grunt of discomfort, hoping she'd be able to last a good while. The timer had started the moment Mirko sat down, but she didn't wait too long to start ripping out some hot ones.
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Bulma watched this relentless farting attack with amusement, glad that for the time being she was not having to be the one suffering. She fondled her rather large boobs in excitement, bouncing a few times in place and picturing her own massive rump smothering either of the women.
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There was nothing Gardevoir could do to try to make this process any easier, as the farts straight into her nose and mouth were really causing her some trouble. It felt like she had held out for quite some time, so she felt confident to slam her hand down and declare herself done for this one.
"Wow, this is actually impressive- you lasted a full seventy seconds under your butt, making you the current time to beat for the longest time!" Mirko declared, quite shocked that Gardevoir made it so far.
With a cough she remarked as she pushed herself up to her feet, "I guess I'm not doing as bad as I thought I was, and I'd love to see if anyone else was able to last longer than I did or you might end up out of here~"
There were only two more options left when it came to smothering combinations, and that would be determined by a simple flip of a coin. Bulma and Mirko would be up to get potentially smothered under the fat booties of Mirko or Gardevoir, respectively, neither thrilled to be in that sort of position while their potential dominators were eager to get another round. Gardevoir was happy she had already used up all her fart-sniffing turns so she only had the hope of sitting on someone's face to look forward to instead of potentially being underneath some fat sweaty cheeks.
"Ah, it landed on heads, so that means you're going to be under my sweaty ass and huffing my bunny braps~" Mirko declared as she gave Bulma a poke, the scientist sighing as she laid down and prepared herself, thankful this was the last one assuming she didn't end up losing.
Mirko slammed herself down and began to really go to town grinding on her, starting the timer upon landing on her face, though it would only be a second until she began the onslaught of gas. After all, her goal was to get her to lose as quickly as possible.
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Bulma made muffled whines and grunts beneath her, forgetting that this was so unpleasant to endure! She twitched and spasmed as she resisted the urge to tap out early, wanting to hold off as long as possible even if she so desperately wanted to breathe in some fresh air.
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Gardevoir knew that Mirko was about to be the one experiencing this and that made watching this all the more exciting. Mirko ought to be hoping this would last longer so she could savor these last moments of peace, even if it lasting longer was counterintuitive to her getting the highest score.
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Finally, Bulma's hand slammed down to indicate she had given up, and Mirko rose up while tapping the stopwatch, checking it to see how well she did.
"Well, according to the stopwatch, you lasted fifty-three seconds. Honestly, it isn't anything to scoff at, but I'm sure I'll be able to beat you!" she told her whilst the blue girl was still catching her breath.
It was now time for the final one-on-one round, with Mirko lying down and Gardevoir standing above her. No bottle-spinning or coin-flipping was necessary, as both knew what was going to happen.
"If all goes well, then we may end up on the same side against Bulma, but don't think I'll go easy on you if you end up our unlucky loser," Gardevoir told her with a giggle.
Mirko nodded and insisted underneath her, "I'll be sure to give you the same if you happen to be our cushion!"
It felt like time went in slow motion as Mirko watched that sweaty ass crash down on her, cheeks clapping from the impact, and the timer began. Both were ready to do what they had to do, desperately wanting to get the best score!
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An epic blast of gas erupted out onto Mirko's face, and she really had to do the best she could to avoid letting this get to her, reminding herself over and over again what the stakes were. She needed to stay strong as long as she could so she didn't wind up the cushion of the other two!
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All the while, Bulma was watching and enjoying a nice breath of cool air, thinking about how lucky she was not having to be under there, forgetting that she was still at risk of her score tallied up to be worse.
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Gardevoir herself was quite anxious even while having the time of her life grinding her gassy fat butt on Mirko's face. If she couldn't get her to quit as soon as possible, she was at risk to be the one turned into a fart cushion by the other two ladies.
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It was nearly impossible to tell how much time had passed underneath the Pokemon's ass, but Mirko slammed her hand down hoping her senses didn't fail her and she had lasted a significant amount of time. Gardevoir stood up and hit the button on the stopwatch, checking to see how the time had panned out.
A look of astonishment and fear spread across Gardevoir's face as she read the time on the stopwatch, declaring with a stammer, "You... you lasted a full eighty-three seconds under my butt, which I can tell you is a new record!"
"W-wow, for real? Hope that ends up being a big deal for me once everything is counted up, because I want to feel like that worked in my favor!" she panted as she crawled herself back to her feet, knowing it wouldn't be worth much if she still lost.
It was all about counting up the points between each of the girls, as high numbers were good for being smothered but bad for doing the smothering. Their scores for being underneath the butts would be compared to their scores using their butts, determining who was the ultimate fart champion.
Soon enough, numbers had been added up by a neutral third-party source... also known as their computer, Bulma programming it to tally up their scores. The hope was to have the lowest time on bottom and the highest time on top. Evaluations began after just a few moments of preparation, the computer reading the results out loud.
"The only person to have a positive measurement in their score is Mirko, with a net positive of ten seconds. This plants her as queen of the butts, but only one can be declare the ultimate loser between the remaining two to get used as a cushion..."
Gardevoir and Bulma looked between each other in worry, wondering who it would be.
"Gardevoir spent one-hundred and twenty-eight total seconds on top and one-hundred and twenty-five seconds underneath, whereas Bulma spent one-hundred and five seconds on top and ninety-eight seconds underneath. This gives a negative score of three to Gardevoir and a negative score of seven to Bulma, making the latter our ultimate booty loser."
She gasped, shocked to hear her own computer call her such a thing! The math didn't lie, though- even if Gardevoir's numbers were bigger, she had managed to hold out long enough to beat Bulma by four seconds!
Raising her hands as she began to back toward the door, the scientist chuckled nervously as she remarked, "I don't think we should treat this that seriously, I mean, we're more mature than to really wanna use each other as fart cushion's, r-right...?"
Before she could escape, she was pinned down, rope used to tie her up with her ankles and arms behind her back. This left Mirko and Gardevoir smirking above her wondering what to do with her now that they had won.
"As the winner overall, Mirko, it is your right to pick out exactly how this punishment is given, as we never got into the specifics of how long this would last," Gardevoir told her with a smile as Bulma frantically squirmed on the ground in the hopes of escaping from her binds.
Thinking it over, Mirko decided with a giggle, "I think we ought to make this punishment last an entire week, as I don't think Bulma has anywhere better to be than under our butts... and once we're done, we could redo this contest to give her another chance- that’s the nice thing to do, don’t you think, Gardevoir?”
Giggling in delight and nodding long with this assessment, Gardevoir told her, "I'm mostly thankful that we're not doing a one-on-two sort of deal and that I get to participate in wrecking the senses of our little Bulma here, as I've been really craving the chance for that!"
"Heheh, I couldn't have said it better myself, as I really need to render Bulma's face steaming with my farts...~" Mirko agreed as she soaked up the look of the terrified blue-haired scientist on her knees in front of them unable to escape due to her heavily constricting binds.
Before she could say anything, she was silenced as those two butts slammed into her face from either side, their sizes so massive that they easily smothered her and made it so her head was no longer visible. They ground their butts against her for a moment before letting loose.
BRAAPLRTPPLTPLTPLTLPTPLTPTLLPTPTTT!!
Gardevoir hummed happily as she let out this vibrating toot that was sure to provide some vibrations for her fellow dominant counterpart, all while the toxic scent of sweaty socks attacked Bulma's nostrils and made her wish she never agreed to participate in this challenge without considering the risks.
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Mirko, the ultimate winner of the competition, let out her own dose of quite toxic gas. Her sweaty fat cheeks bounced against Bulma's face, sure to make her extra miserable, and that was the intention as Mirko knew she would have taken full advantage if she had performed well enough to dominate.
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"Heh, she really does not seem to be having a lot of fun back there, but I guess that's too bad, because we got a lot more gas to share with her," Gardevoir chuckled as she pressed her sweaty ass against her, letting her cheeks clap as she ripped out another potent blast.
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Giggling as well, Mirko twerked directly in Bulma's face and took in the sounds of her grunting and groaning as she let out another long fart, "I really don't think I can get enough of listening to her whimpering and whining from having to smell our gas~"
"P-please, I know what we said about the loser having to be a fart cushion, but can you please take it easy on me...?!" Bulma gasped as she managed to pull her face out, tears welling up in her eyes as she coughed from how bad their butts stunk.
With a grin, Gardevoir proceeded to slam her fat, sweaty butt repeatedly against her face as she insisted in a gleeful tone, "You really can't be speaking like that so pathetically and innocently when you were just promising to give us the same treatment if you had managed to win~"
"Mhm, I am on the same page as my friend here, and I think it is more than fair for us to put you through the stinkiest, most excruciating torture imaginable given what you were boasting about earlier," Mirko told her while rubbing her jiggly caboose against Bulma's face vigorously.
The scientist whimpered as she received this punishment from both sides, realizing that she was not going to get any sympathy from either of these girls given the sort of competitive attitude she had sported not long ago. It would've been wise for her to not be so bold in her declarations of victory, as she put herself quite at risk to be reduced to a helpless fart cushion. She could hear from their gurgling stomachs they were not even reaching the bottom of their tanks, and her nose and mouth would be the targets for every last rancid blast.
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Another blast of gas hit her straight from Mirko's booty, the smell being so potent she couldn't help but gag. She remained on her knees the whole time with her arms bound behind her back, wishing she could escape but too weakened and immobilized at this point to flee.
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Another fart from Gardevoir hit her seconds later, the smell being about a match for the one that was given to her from Mirko, leaving her hacking and coughing and struggling to try to hold herself together. This evoked further amusement from the two girls who remained totally dominant.
"Hey, what if we both sat on her face, one of us on her nose and one on her mouth, and blasted her at the same time?" Mirko asked with a grin, believing this to be a truly devious way to increase the intensity of the torture by a factor of ten.
Nodding along with this sentiment and seemingly quite aroused by it, Gardevoir assured her with pleasure, "I would be more than happy to do this with you, especially since I know our little blue-haired friend here would probably hate it more than anything else in the whole world~"
Bulma hated the sound of being forced to endure simultaneous blasts into her nose and down her throat, wanting to urge them to do anything else. As they pushed her onto her back, though, she got very little time to speak up before their butts were going straight to her face.
"Man, she is really being cooperative, it almost makes me think she must be enjoying this already," Mirko teased as she got the scientist's nose wedged perfectly between her cheeks, finding it funny to feel it tickling at her butthole ready to get absolutely decimated with some stinky gas.
Nodding along in agreement as she sat herself on Bulma's mouth which she made sure was open to swallow down her ten-ton toots, Gardevoir chuckled, "She's probably becoming a lot more submissive now that she understands that we're in complete control of her for the entire week!"
The duo were definitely on the same page when it came to how pleasurable it was to put their friend through this suffering, sure that she would've done the same thing if the roles were reversed. They were going to be sure to savor every moment of this while it was still happening.
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Mirko ripped out a hot blast of gas straight into Bulma's nose that definitely felt quite spicy indeed, the smell being so potent she was struggling with it in seconds! It was clear that she was not prepared for the sort of stinky hell brewing in this girl's gut.
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At the same time, she was also getting blasted straight into the mouth by Gardevoir's hot farts, the taste being fairly comparable when it came to unpleasantness. Her tongue was flailing around hoping to avoid it, but there was no hope in fleeing from the prison created for it.
"With the way she's squirming down there, it's really making me enjoy doing this to her even more," Gardevoir confessed as she wiggled herself left and right on top of Bulma's mouth, able to hear her making those grunts of distress which made her squeeze her large breasts in excitement.
Nodding along, Mirko gave her own sizable tits a squeeze while wiggling herself nicely on Bulma's nose, proclaiming confidently, "I don't think there's anything I want to do more than to absolutely annihilate her with my hot gas while she's helpless to do anything but suffer and whine beneath us~"
Bulma wished she could do something to convince them to show her a bit of mercy, but it truly seemed like it'd be a wasted effort on her part, as they were so into this it didn't seem like the biggest bribe in the world would make them think differently.
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Yet another blast of hot gas went straight down her throat, forcing her to endure that horrid flavor that made her so nauseous, not liking the vibration against her tastebuds at all. There was nothing for her to do, though, as Gardevoir seemed so comfortable sitting on her mouth.
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Immediately afterward, Mirko proceeded to rip out a load of smelly gas that went straight into her nose in seconds, the smell being so bad she swore a skunk was spraying her! To think that Mirko was capable of odors like this was mind-boggling to her scientifically inclined self.
"I think spending an entire week turning her into our little fart cushion is going to be quite a great way for us to spend our time," Mirko chuckled as she wiggled her butt around, her fat cheeks clapping on Bulma's nose which was certainly not too fun for her.
Nodding along with a great amount of enthusiasm, Gardevoir responded as she bounced her fat sweaty ass on top of Bulma's mouth, "I don't think there's anything I would want to do more than spend a full seven days using this babe as our helpless fart cushion without any mercy whatsoever~"
They briefly lifted their butts off of Bulma's face to look down at her and admire how pathetic she looked lying underneath them, coughing and gagging from the potent odors and tastes forced onto her. She definitely did not seem to have a lot of strength in her, and the ropes used to bind her wouldn't have helped the situation. She clearly did not enjoy a single second of this and she only hoped for it to be over as soon as possible, though that was a pretty optimistic thing to hope for since these two girls seemed eager to make it last all week.
"If I get the chance to have another round with one of you I really hope I get to win, and if I do I won't even let either of you share the glory, I'll just use you both as my cushions-!” Bulma claimed desperately.
Before she could speak any longer, her head was totally squashed between those two beautiful booties, ground in-between them with no sign of mercy her captors who were so eager to be able to put her through the most misery possible. If they had their way, this would last forever.
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"If we're lucky, she will be so weakened by the time we're finished that she won't even have the strength to do another competition and she'll just accept her fate as our fart-sniffing servant," Mirko sighed in a dreamy fashion as she let out that hot blast of gas.
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Nodding along as she ripped out her own gas right in Bulma's face, Gardevoir declared whilst clearly being in a whole world of pleasure, "It would make me so happy if we got a chance to turn her into a permanent stink slave huffing our farts over and over again!"
"It does make me wonder, though... after so long of us just blasting her together rather than inflicting each other with it, do you think we still have any tolerance for it?" Mirko asked with a suggestive tone, wondering if her friend knew what she was trying to hint.
Before Bulma knew it, she watched as the two women above her were in a position with each other's asses in one another's faces, preparing to do some simultaneous butt blasts. She wanted to urge them to move away first, but she had no way to speak up over their farts.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPTPTPTPTTT!!
A long blast of gas echoed out of Mirko's butt right into Gardevoir's face, her fat cheeks clapping vigorously which were sure to enhance the experience. Gardevoir did her best to sniff it up, unable to help herself with wanting to prove herself strong against the aroma.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPLTPTLTTPLTLPTT!!
At the same time, Mirko would get a blast of gas straight from Gardevoir's ass, and she had to try to stomach it as well as she could. The two trembled from the effort it took to try to tolerate each other's scents, bodies shaking all over until...
WHOMP-!
...both of them collapsed. It ended up in quite a funny position with Bulma's face now in Gardevoir's ass, Gardevoir's face in Mirko's ass, and Mirko's face in Bulma's ass. No longer was there any advantage one had over the other, instead being an endless loop of flatulence.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRPTPTPTTTT!!
The Pokémon blasted the world-famous hero...
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPTPTPTPTT!!
The hero blasted the genus scientist...
FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPTPTTTT!!
And the scientist blasted the Pokémon.
Bulma fainted before she could urge them to wake her up, meaning she'd be stuck like this for a while. The three sexy women with their large breasts and big butts had put themselves in quite the peculiar situation with no way out, though it wasn't like any could totally complain. The bonding experience of this moment would surely last forever, and being forced to smell such scents was worth getting to smother someone with it. Truly, they were the gassy queens.