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Aina: The Apartment Dinner Fiasco Aina was something else. I mean I knew that, of course, especially after our first “date,” but the more I hung around her, the more she intrigued me. She almost seemed to be…how to put it… I suppose the best way to explain it is to delve into another one of our “moments.” She had invited me over to her place for dinner for the first time. Naturally, I was nervous, and while I had traveled over to her apartment a few times by now, I had yet to set foot inside and see what goes on behind those closed doors. And considering what was now looking to be a once-in-a-lifetime type of event by the lake in the park, who knows what terrifying possibilities lurk within that small apartment. I say “once in a lifetime,” and you might laugh after hearing about that time at the park, but having spent more time with her over the one month between that event and this invitation, I have seen more of her “normal” flatulence. It’s still considerable for her to be ripping such large bouts of gas out of that deliciously chunky booty of hers, but it’s nothing like that monumental blast from before. Of course she also farts out little cute squeakers and odiferous SBDs, but every night that I think of her I always lapse into that one great fart. Perhaps that’s another thing that made me so nervous about going to her place, as it would mean there’s a private moment, an unseen part of the world where she wouldn’t have to hold back. Not. One. Bit. So here I am standing outside her front door knocking and waiting patiently for her. Admittedly I might have spruced myself up a bit for this special occasion, but considering my lack of excessive monetary wealth, that’s not saying much. A T-shirt that’s less dirty than the others, a decent pair of jeans, that sort of thing. Still money hadn’t kept us apart, and although it was small, I was sure she would appreciate it nevertheless. She certainly gave me a sight to appreciate when she opened the door for me. Now I know I give her a lot of credit, but for someone just cooking a simple meal at home for her boyfriend, she sure did skip a couple of steps. All that I could see that was on her was this cute light green apron of hers with these frilly edges. My first brain thought was wow, she really likes green. My first dick thought was wow, she really likes me. She squealed with delight, reached out, grabbed my shirt, and pulled me inside saying, “Come on in, Freeman! I’m almost done!” There was this strange sensation I felt go down my spine at the time, now that I think about it. Perhaps a premonition of what was to come? I dismissed the idea quickly when my senses were overtaken by her apartment. I kid you not, Aina really likes green. Everything was some strange shade of green - the walls, the ceiling, the carpet, the refrigerator, the books on the bookshelf, the couch - it was astonishing to have the senses so filled with a single color. Even the lights had green filters on them to shine green light throughout the room, although now that I think about it that’s probably what made everything appear green in the first place. “Wow…” was just about all I could say, squinting a bit at the estranged coloration. I think Aina noticed my reaction to the entire vicinity being green and asked, “Do you want me to make it less green?” “If you’re alright with that,” I answered back. It was her apartment after all; it would be rude of me to ask her to change the colors on a whim. “Hang on!” She headed over to a wall with a pair of light switches and flicked one down, and just like that the green light disappeared, replaced by the regular white light I’d come to know and live with. Now I could see the true colors of the furniture in the room, varying in browns and whites and tans now; I almost regretted the change as everything seemed so bland by comparison. Perhaps I’ll make it a point to adjust myself to green-tinted light. Aina went back to the kitchen for a moment and came out again, only now she had taken off her apron, revealing her lacy green bra and panties. “Sorry about that,” she said as she walked unashamedly across to what I assume to be the bedroom, as if cooking in one's underwear was an everyday pastime, “but I just like the way the green light hits everything.” “I do too…” While it might be that my brain was referring to the displeasure of seeing the bland colors in the apartment, my dick was referring to something else entirely. Aina must have picked up on the latter as she stuck her tongue out at me with a smile as she passed through the doorway. “I hope you like chicken parmesan!” she called out from the bedroom. I smirked at that. She knows I love chicken parmesan. I looked around admiring some of the graphic novels on her bookshelf, her setup for her various game consoles, the sound system that accompanied it. Really I just admired her place as a whole. Maybe someday I can get a place like this, I thought to myself. You know, after the whole job search. I decided to just sit down on the couch and take it all in while I waited. I already knew we’d get along well after that first date, but the longer I sat here the more certain I was of that feeling. “Hey there!” I turned to see a green-and-white-striped chubby face looking at me, a goofy lined smile stretching out across the stripes that peered downward towards a small crease in the middle of it. I smiled and said, “Hey there.” “You wanna give me a kiss?” the face said without opening its ever-smiling mouth, dancing and bouncing around instead. I leaned over and kissed a cheek, then I heard it say something new. Phuuuurrrrrrrrrttttt A small four-second rumbly came spewing out of those panties and into my face, spraying me with a soft and gentle odor of cheesy potatoes. Clearly someone had been digging back into the potato chips again. Not that I’d ever complain, seeing as this was one of her nicer smelling farts. Aina laughed and pushed her butt against my face, rubbing and squishing cheek against cheek. I immediately grabbed her around her waist and pulled her over onto the couch with me, much to her surprise and laughter as I tickled her sides with my fingers, dancing along beneath her dark green shirt that she’d half-put on in the meantime. “EEEEEEEEEEEEE, STOP IT-HAHAHAHAHA-I NEED TO-HAHAHAHAHAHA-GET THE CHICKEN OUT-HAHAHAHAHAHA-OF THE OVEN-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~” I’ve talked about a few things I find adorable at Aina, but her infectious laughter was one of the most adorable. The chicken could burn for all I care, just hearing her laugh as we gently tumbled off the couch was more than enough to satiate my appetite. Still I stopped tickling her and let her lay down on top of me, my arms wrapped around her waist, the both of us looking up at the popcorn ceiling. Despite what she said earlier about the chicken, we both laid there for a few minutes before a ringing bell sounded off in the kitchen. Aina rolled over to face me, her smile as radiant as ever. “I’ll get that.” “Of course.” She pecked me on the lips and giggled as I released her, getting up and heading over into the kitchen while wriggling into her tight jeans. I just smiled as I watched her head into the kitchen and followed suit not long after she disappeared inside. I caught her bent over retrieving the dish out of the oven and setting it on top of the stove above, and I could not tell you a finer looking meal if I’d tried. The chicken parmesan, I mean. This was a dish professional chefs would kill for, photographers would die for, and food critics undoubtedly crawl through the muck to worship the pedestal it stood on. The chicken was baked in just enough for a slight burnt texture to surround the outermost edge, not enough to get any chunk of burnt chicken but just enough to add flavor and texture. The cheese was melted in such a way that it almost looked like it were poured on rather than set atop, and it was cooked well enough with a nice good brown coating it, no doubt giving it a good crunchy layer without being too much or too little. It looked heavenly, and the aroma - oh, the aroma! - was simply too good for words. “God that looks good,” I commented, almost unable to contain my salivation. Aina just laughed and said, “Thanks,” as she scooped out a chicken for me putting it on a plate of pasta. She handed me the plate and pointed towards the circular table nearby in the “dining area” before turning around and dishing out her own plate. “Really though I should thank you for the chicken,” she commented as she served herself. “I wouldn’t be able to make this without it!” “Hehe, yeah…” …wait, what? “When did I get you the chicken?” “A couple days ago, remember? You got me the chicken and told me to put it in the freezer just in case.” “Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that!” I actually did forget about that, and that’s about when I got this uneasy feeling in my stomach like something was about to happen. “Alright! Let’s eat!” I ignored that uneasy feeling and smiled. If there’s one thing my momma taught me about any woman’s cooking, it’s that you always - always always always - smile at what they give you. No matter what it is, no matter if you hate it, no matter if it tastes like bile or sewer water - you eat it, and you like it. So naturally, I took a big bite of the chicken parmesan, savoring the flavors and watching Aina smile that cute little smile of hers as I enjoyed it. As the dinner went on, we got to talking about all sorts of minute things, yet somewhere in the back of my mind lay that nervous tick as though something was going to happen, something big, something bad. And then I got distracted in a playful argument over an anime with Aina, something about which between two characters would best the other in a tennis match, which ended up leading us over back to the couch again. We laid down together and prepped the TV to watch through the anime, Aina leaning on top of me with my arms wrapped around her again. We spent a good chunk of time on that couch, cuddling up next to each other watching the show, when that strange uneasy feeling suddenly came back to me again, this time in my stomach. Grrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaalllllllll… I’ll admit I’ve never heard my stomach rumble like that, save for one time when I had some…oh dear no. “You okay?” Oh no, those innocent green eyes looking up at me. She’s just so darn cute when she looks concerned, how could I not smile? “Yeah, just some digesting-“ Grrrrooooooaaaaawwwwwwlllllll… This time the growling came from her stomach, and it sounded just as bad - maybe worse - than my own. Aina held a hand up to her stomach and moaned. Then it seemed we both came to the same realization and slowly looked at each other. “Freeman?” “Yeah?” “Where did you get the chicken?” “From my freezer.” “How long was it in there for?” “I dunno.” “How long did you have that chicken?” “I don’t remember.” “Freeman.” “Yes?” “What if the chicken was bad?” “I think we’d know if-“ Gurrraaammmrrrrrlllllllll…. Grrrrawwwwwwwmmmmmbllllllllllllll… Oh dear. No hesitation, we both rolled off the couch and stood up, holding our backsides and scrunching our legs together. We both tried as fast as we could to head for the same direction: the one bathroom. Figuring the apartments had overall similar layouts, I assumed the bathroom to be just beside the bedroom, and given that Aina attempted to rush through the bedroom door first, I could only assume I was right. We both went as fast as we could to the bathroom, reaching it at about the same time. And then we stopped and danced near the toilet, both of us politely hesitant to get on it in case the other one wanted to go. Prrt. Prrrt! Pppprrrrrrrrrt~ In the absence of doing anything, our butts began to debate whether or not to hold it in or let it all out, and the two of us danced around all while trying to keep things together. “You should prrrrt go first,” Aina insisted. “It’d be Prrrrrrrraaaawwwwww rude for me not to offer my guest the seat!” “No really, prrt, ladies first!” I suggested. “A gentleman prrrrrrt always lets PRRrrrrraaat the lady take the seat!” “No no no, really, prraaahhhhh go for it!” “No, I just pffffft CAN’T do it!” “Well maybe pssssshhhhhhhhhh ohhhh, maybe you’d like to sit down and I’ll PRRRRAAAAT sit in front!” “I don’t think you’d prrt really want to sit in front!” Now wait a minute, you might think, Freeman, you would never say that to a woman like that! And you’re right, normally I wouldn’t refuse the opportunity to flourish myself beside a delightful derriere, but as we danced around that toilet, I did in fact recall the last time I’d seen Aina take a dump, and believe me, the last thing I wanted was her master blaster pumping it all over my schlong. No one likes a shitty schlong…well, unless you’re into that sort of- PRRRRRAAAAAAALLLLTTTTTTT-pssssssshhhhhh “FREEMAN!!” “ALRIGHT, OKAY, I’M GOING!!” Right, so I end up pulling my pants down and sitting there watching Aina dance back and forth on her legs. Now I won’t bore or gross you out with the details of what I put out - first of all, you didn’t come here for that anyway, but let’s just say it wasn’t pretty either. But sitting there watching Aina dance around was surprisingly sexy. Sure I knew what was coming, but the way she moved her body, the way her hips swayed, her boobs bounced, her mouth strained, her brow furrowed- “Hurry up!” “Sorry, just hang on!” “I’m prrrrrrrAAAAAAARRRRrrrrrrrrrrraaaaarrrrrrrrrrttt TRYING!!” Amidst taking my own dump, Aina was ripping ass like no tomorrow. She swayed back and forth and danced around, all the while dropping off noxious bombs that could knock your socks off. Most of them had been pretty noisy ones, with a couple airy ones thrown in for extra rotten meat stench, and who knows how long some of them were. I think I started keeping track when they hit the 8-10 second mark, and there were only signs of improvement - which was to say that the danger was growing! BBBBBBBBbbbbbbbblllllllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttt! A huge bubbly one burst from Aina causing her to bend over in pain. “I can’t hold it anymore!” she cried, turning herself around and bending over again. Now here I was face-to-face with her grade-A ass, trying to get this last bit of bad meat out so she could- PPRRRRAABBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!!! For nearly twenty seconds there was nothing but her big butt blasting barrels of bodacious badness at my face. I could feel my hair getting blown back by the rancid waves of fart that rolled past me. There was this moldy cheese smell now accompanying the bad meat scent from before, and there was an undeniable trace of shit with it. “Oh god,” Aina moaned as she knelt down a little. Then she froze in place, her hands smacking against her jean-clad butt. I was stunned, both from smelling that grandiose fart and from getting distracted by that delicious derriere. Taking a moment, I realized two things at once: one was that I had finished, and the other was that Aina was trembling terribly. “You alright?” “I can’t…I can’t move…” “I think I’m finished.” “I can’t go…if I move…” I looked around quickly to see if there was something I could do. It was my first time taking in my surroundings, and fortunately I spied very quickly that the bathtub was naturally next to the toilet. I flushed first and then turned my attention back to my desperate girlfriend. “Alright,” I said pulling up my pants slowly, “here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna duck out of the way, and at the same time you pull your pants down and let it all out, okay?” Aina simply nodded and moaned with a little pllllrrrtt as an indicator of her growing desperation. I took that as my cue that she was ready. “Okay, on three. One, two, th-“ Two things happened simultaneously at that moment when I said three. One was me leaping off of the toilet and into the bathtub, tangling myself up in the shower curtains that I had somehow forgotten to take into account. The other was Aina began letting go, but she never got to sit down. She never even managed to pull her pants down before- PRRRAAAAAAAAACCKKKLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLKKKBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLAAAAA- My entanglement in the curtains no doubt didn’t help Aina in focusing on sitting down, as she was now releasing everything she had into her pants. The fart alone was something beyond my comprehension, being far louder than anything we had previously ripped within the past few minutes. On top of that was the loud noise of shit hitting the fan, or rather the back of her pants. The tightness of those jeans seemed to make the noises only louder than they were already, and Aina moaned as her release continued. -AAAAAAARRRRRCCCKKKRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAARRRCCCCKKKRRRRRRRTTTT!! At least a pure minute of just shitting away into her pants, and Aina had covered her mouth in shock and shame. The back of her jeans came out only a half-inch before fleshing out behind her. Now I’m not exactly one for that scat fetish thing, but it was hard to ignore the look of Aina’s bigger butt. She was completely mortified. My brain was embarrassed for her. My dick was starting to get aroused. Prrrrraaabbbbbbllllllllllllltttt! A long wet fart muffled by the jeans and the package they held could be heard from Aina as she bent forward more, sticking her ass out further from her. At this point she was nearly standing at a right angle, her upper body practically parallel to the ground while her lower body stood presenting her butt to the porcelain throne so near yet so far from help. Aina groaned as her stomach growled, cuing up even more- BBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB- It’s times like this where I feel very conflicted. See on the one hand, I feel bad - like, really bad - for having caused Aina’s current distress, seeing as I am pretty much responsible for this. On the other hand, seeing Aina relieve herself of so much gas and shit was…well…yeah… -BBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAACCKKKKKKLLLLLLLAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH-pssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh! By this point Aina had been shitting herself for another minute, and the amount was starting to really show. The jeans were tightly wrapped around her, keeping it all within that half-inch of wiggle room. By now the sheer amount had begun piling on itself, and I could start seeing the top of some mound poking out of the top of her pants. And yet Aina still kept going! PPPBBBKKKKKKLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRCCCCKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKAAAAA- Aina moaned as the poop just kept coming. I could start to see part of the legs inflating a short quarter-inch before the next part would begin to come out. Soft mushy brown mess started pushing its way out of the top of her jeans like molten lava creeping out of a volcano. I had completely wrapped myself within the shower curtains in the meantime, even pulling them off the hangers wrapped around the shower bar as I watched this humiliating and arousing spectacle. -AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMPPPAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKHHHHHHHRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG- Could it be? Could this really be happening? Is this going to happen right here in this bathroom, with Aina just completely lost in shitting herself? I had a brief flashback to that time at the park - back then it was an omelette, now it was just rotten chicken. The thought of wondering if Aina just couldn’t handle bad proteins would’ve distracted me if I wasn’t so awed by this continuous stream of farts and shit! -GGGRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAMMMMmmmmmmmmpppp-ppp-pppppssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… A silent hissing sound finally concluded the end of this massive dump. And there Aina stood bent over, her hand covering her mouth on the verge of tears, her pants inflated with shit. All down her legs it ran, some of it poking out just beyond the leg holes. She bent her knees down, causing a little more to poke out and onto the tile floor as she let out a smaller wet fart that sounded like the small remains of what was left. Bbbbbbblllllllrrrrrrrttt Aina had squatted out the rest of her meal before turning slowly and crawling over towards me, still all wrapped up in those torn down curtains. She clambered into the tub and just laid her head down on my chest, a few tears dripping down from her eyes. I’ve failed to mention the stench at this time, but again that’s because I’ve found little to compare it to. Perhaps the closest thing was the stench of that one time at the park, but this one wasn’t nearly half as bad as that. Sure it still smelled worse than a filled diaper dipped in rotten egg juice amidst a garbage dump in the middle of a hot summer’s day, but…well actually, that’s pretty close now that I think of it. I guess the stench wasn’t really on my mind at the time, especially now with my pitiful-looking girlfriend with soiled pants on top of me in a bathtub, the shower curtain wrapped all around me. I didn’t really know what to say honestly. I mean, what would you tell your girlfriend after she shat herself cause of the chicken you brought over being bad, let alone while she’s crying on top of you while you’re wrapped up in shower curtains and in her bathtub? I patted her on the back in a sort of “there there” kind of manner, lacking words to say anything. Then I felt that strange movement again, and I realized I hadn’t quite finished up from earlier. That or maybe Aina leaning into my stomach caused it to act up again. It groaned a little before the wave flourished forth, and seeing as I wasn’t getting up anytime soon and that Aina probably wasn’t in a mood to let me get up, I decided, “Fuck it.” And I shat myself right there. Aina looked up as she saw the strain on my face as I pushed this one out deliberately into my pants right beneath her. It was short and sweet, and that’s all you want to know about it I’m sure. She looked at me, and I looked back at her. “Guess I didn’t finish up after all,” I said, trying to make a joke of it. Aina smiled in spite of herself. She hit me lightly on my chest and said, “You know this is all your fault, you jerk.” “Yeah, it really is.” Aina laid back down on top of me and wrapped her arms around me, cuddling up against me. Now I’m not one to judge people, but considering our current situation, cuddling wasn’t exactly the first thing on my mind. Still, I didn’t mind, so I just held her there in my arms and leaned back against the bathroom wall. So there we were, two people with shitty pants in a bathtub, hugging away at each other like there was nothing better to do. “Sorry about the shower curtain, by the way.” “It’s fine. You owe me for this anyway.” Aina really was something else. |
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