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Bridget and Chikako PART 1 - The Elevator Day in, day out. You'd think that working at San Francisco's top law firm would be exciting, wouldn't you? Getting up to the stand as a lawyer in a trial, standing in front of the judge to state you position, knowing that each word you say will determine if the guy you're defending will be innocent or guilty? Well, it is if you're a lawyer. Not so much if you're a computer programmer at the office HQ. But hey, if it'll pay the bills and keep me fed, I'll do it. Hell, as long as I'm left to do my work without anyone disturbing me, I'm happy. Little did I know that my boring old life with satisfying solitude was about to end today, and it all started when I got on the elevator. I remember that it was a rainy Monday. I was wearing a white button-up with a nice orange-brown sweater over top, and some gray jeans. Pretty simple, typical enough that if I hadn't met her today I would have easily forgotten. I had just slipped my umbrella into my bag when I heard the clicking of high heels and a faint, "Wait! Please hold the door!" I looked up from my phone to see a woman briskly walking into the elevator. I figured I'd be rude not to let her in. She politely thanked me, bowing ever so slightly. She was around my height with her sky-blue high heels on. Her dark brown hair was cut stylishly short, almost resembling a flapper hairdo, and she wore a white sweater with polka dots that matched her shoes. There was a yellow scarf tied around her neck, and her tight mini-skirt matched her scarf. I could tell she was Asian, but I wouldn't want to assume her ethnicity. She was very cute, though. As we stood in silence for a few moments, I noticed that she was nibbling on her lip and her legs were wobbling a little. "Is this your first time here?" I asked. "Huh?" She asked, eyes widening, "Oh, n-no, well, not exactly...I was moved up a position, I'm going to work on Floor 45 now." "Oh, I work on Floor 45," I stated. While I'm not much for small talk, I thought it was the right thing to help this woman get her footing. "I'm Bridget." "R-really? Oh, I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other! I'm Chikako, nice to-" gggggrrrrlllllll... Chikako's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and she wrapped an arm around her growling stomach, flinching. "Are you okay?" gggGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR... Her stomach growled again, this time even louder, sounding like a loud groan. "I-I'm fine...j-just nerves, I guess..." I felt bad for her, and she seemed to be in a lot of pain, so I told her, "Okay, I'm going to stop the elevator at the next floor. Just hold on, it'll be just-" And then the elevator just stopped. I heard a loud creak and the lights flickered. And worst of all, the doors weren't opening. "What was that?!" Chikako gasped. The intercom buzzed, and a voice came on. "We are experiencing issues with some of our elevators. There is no need to panic, we will get you out in 10 to 15 minutes." I groaned. "Ugh, are you kidding me?" GGGGGGRRRRRROOOOORRLLLPP... I looked over at Chikako, who had her eyes and mouth wide open. "Oh no..." "What? What 'oh no?'" I asked. "I-I'm sorry, Bridget...I really can't hold it in anymore..." "Hold what in?" bbbbbbbBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT! Chikako's eyes squeezed shut and she bent over, her butt facing the elevator wall, and she let out a giant fart. It had to be at least five seconds long, and the smell of rotten fish hit my nose like a semi truck. I had to hold myself back from gagging, it was so nasty. "E-excuse me..." she said quietly. "I-I'm not feeling so well..." Shit. Now what was I supposed to do? This adorable girl just passed gas louder than a horse (and that smelled just as bad) and I was stuck in a tiny elevator with her. I didn't want to be rude, but it was really hard not to at this point. I knew I was going to regret this decision, but… “It's okay, everyone does it.” Chikako’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and she smiled cutely, her overbite obvious but not ugly at all. It almost made me forget about… FFFFFRRRRRRRPPPPP! She farted again, not as long as the last one and more high-pitched, but it stunk just as badly. “Yeah, I guess you're right,” she replied, “I should probably do this in here so I can get it out before anyone else smells it, right?” Oh fuck, no. BBBBBBRRRRPPPPPP! PPPPPPRPRRRTT! BBRRAPP! Chikako farted three more times, one right after the other, bracing her leg on the side of the elevator. The stench clung in the air so much so that it felt muggy, and it was getting harder and harder to get any fresh air that wasn't tainted with a sulphur smell. “Aaaaah, that feels a little better now…” the woman sighed. A little better?? She turned around, facing away from me, with her plump (but not too big) butt aimed in my direction, her short skirt stretching over it. If she wasn't preparing to let one rip I would have enjoyed the view. But pressed her body against the wall and stuck out her ass, and did what I expected her to do. BBBBBBRRRROOOORRTT! BBBBLLLRRRRTTTT! Two swampy farts blew in my direction, and let me tell you, it smelled even worse at point-blank. I was just about to pass out when the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I had to hold myself back from running out of there faster than a bat out of hell, and when Chikako wasn't looking, I took in a big gulp of sweet oxygen. Chikako sighed. “Thank god we got out of there, right? I was so scared…” “Yeah, me too…” I panted. We exchanged exasperated glances, and she flashed me that hundred - watt smile again. “I'll see you around, right, Bridget?” I couldn't help but smile back. “Yeah, of course.” bbbbbllllrrrttppp! The moment was interrupted by a small wet emission from Chikako. She blushed a bright red, and dashed off to the ladies’ room next to the elevator. I felt a stupid, dorky giggle rise in my throat as I watched her run as fast as she could in those blue high heels. And as bad as it was to be in that elevator, I did kinda want to see her again.
PART 2 - First Day After my encounter with Chikako, I headed down to my office, where everyone seemed oddly quiet. Some people were crowded around their desks, whispering to each other as they looked suspiciously to the entrance. But I ignored it as I logged onto my computer, not wanting to get involved in gossip. But sadly, I ended up overhearing it anyway. “Hey, did you hear? That girl from the 5th floor is getting moved up to our floor!” one woman near my cubicle whispered. “You don't mean the farting one, do you?” the other gasped. The farting one? Are they… “Yeah, I don't remember her name, Chi or something, but yeah, she's gonna be working with us now!” The second woman giggled. “I bet she only got the job because she fumigated her whole office.” I guess maybe it's because I never kept up on office gossip, but I had never heard Chikako's name before today. I guess she's infamous around here. I honestly feel bad for her… The chatter suddenly stopped as the door opened, and everyone turned to look at who just entered: Chikako. She had her suitcase in hand, letting out a relieved sigh. As she walked past, the ladies in our office chuckled softly or stared with disgust, and I noticed that she had a long sheet of toilet paper attached to the back of her skirt. She looked around, frowning shyly, but when she saw me, she smiled for a moment. I pointed at her bottom, trying to be discreet, and she confusedly felt her butt, catching the toilet paper in her hand, quickly crumpling it up and tossing it into the trash before she headed to the boss’s office. After 20 or so minutes, our boss, a chubby, middle-aged man, led Chikako over to the empty desk next to mine, the secretary's desk that had been unnocupied since the last secretary had been promoted. He talked to her, telling her he hopes she would enjoy it here, and she nodded, looking in my direction with sparkling hazel eyes. He waddled away, and I swore I could see the sweat bead on his balding forehead. “Thank you for telling me about the toilet paper...I would have made a bigger fool of myself than I already have…” Chikako said, wringing her hands idly. “No problem,” I respond, and I got back to my work. Ten more minutes pass and I jolted at a loud crackling sound. I whipped my head in the direction of the sound to see Chikako with an open, family-size bag of barbecue potato chips. Her cheeks looked like a chipmunk’s, filled to the brim with greasy chips. She gestured with the bag, asking, “Want some?” “No thanks, I'm not hungry,” I politely declined. She typed on her computer with the hand that wasn't covered in chip dust, happily munching away on another handful of chips. I had realized in the next ten minutes that it was difficult concentrating on my work, because not only was Chikako’s chewing so loud, but she had scarfed down the entire bag in that ten minutes, her lips stained with brown chip residue and grease. Now, normally I would have ignored someone being such a slob, but it was Chikako’s puppy - dog eyes that kept me from telling her. “Um, Miss Bridget…” she whispered. “Hmm?” “How do you transfer this file to Word format?” I leaned over her desk, scanning her screen. “Oh, it's here, you just right click it and select ‘convert.’” She grinned. “Thank *uuUUURRP!* you~” Everyone in the office turned their chairs towards Chikako, and she covered her mouth in a ladylike manner. “E-excuse me.” I bit my tongue, crinkling my nose at the smell of her potato chip breath. “You're welcome.” Once everyone turned back around, we both went to our work. And then I heard it. Ggggrrrrbbbbblllll… “Oooh, not again…” Chikako groaned. Oh, no. “Everyone's gonna hear me, I know it…” she whimpered. I placed my hand on her shoulder, trying to console her. “Can you make it to the bathroom?” “N-no...I can't hold it…” “Then…” I pondered, “Just do it silently so no one hears.” Chikako nodded, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. bbbbrrrrsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss... The fart started off as a purring sound, but then morphed into a hiss. Chikako smiled widely, sighing in relief. I figured that was a problem well-solved. That is, until I smelled it. I felt bile rise to my throat, and I struggled to keep myself from vomiting. It was absolutely disgusting, like a sewer full of rotten vegetables, and being right next to the source, it was like someone has shoved my face into it. ...ssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS… It kept going and going, and when I looked up I saw that people in the cubicles in front of me were coughing and holding their noses. “Ch-Chikako, are you done?” “I can't get it all out if I'm quiet…” Chikako replied, biting her lip. gggrrroorrllp! “Oh, gosh…” BBBBBRRRRTTTT! BRRRAAAAAPPP! PPPPRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP! Well, so much for being quiet. Chikako grunted, trying to push out all of her gas at once. People were definitely looking now, including our boss, who was pulling out his inhaler. BBBRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP! BBBRRRRROOOOORRRRRPPP! Now there were people hanging their heads over trashcans, and our boss was making his way over to us, covering his nose. “Miss Yamamoto!” he yelled. BBRRT! “Yes, sir?” He hacked like a smoker after he got a whiff of her smell, then cleared his throat. He fished an air freshener out of his back pocket and dropped it in her hands. “Please use it, for our sake.” BBLLLAAAPPPTTTsssss… “Yes, sir.” With that, he walked off. Everyone had their eyes on Chikako, expecting her to do something. She quickly sprayed as much of the air freshener as she could, and they all sighed in relief. “Well, at least I didn't get fired this time,” Chikako said, chuckling, “But I don't know if one bottle of this is gonna do it.” I shrugged. “I'll bring some more next time. I'm gonna need it.” Chikako beamed. “You're so sweet, Bridget." “Don't mention it.”
PART 3 - A Mere Coincidence After work was over, Chikako and I walked together. “Well, what a day that was…” Chikako said, toying with her scarf. “Yeah...certainly was…” I trailed off. I had realized then that Chikako and I hadn't really spoken after the incident she caused. And also that we were both really bad at small talk. Needless to say, it was awkward. As I headed to the elevators, Chikako suddenly took my wrist in her soft hand. Blush rose to my cheeks and I jerked my head to her in surprise. Her eyes widened a little at this, but she just chuckled. “After what happened this morning...maybe we should just take the stairs?” I blinked. “Yeah, right…” I walked ahead of Chikako to the stairs, opening the door behind me to let her through. I hadn't thought through that we were on the 45th floor. By the time we reached the 40th floor, I was sweating like a pig, my thighs and my throat burning. I looked up to see Chikako with flushed cheeks, her chest heaving up and down. “Are you okay?” “Y-yes...just not used to the...exercise…” she panted, wiping her brow. “Well, it's just 40 more floors, right?” “I guess so…” We continued down until about floor 30. “Oooohh…” Chikako moaned behind me. “What now?” ggggrrrrrr…. “All this walking down the stairs...has been really shaking my belly around…I'm going to have to…” Bbbrrtt! A short, high-pitched fart came out, and Chikako blushed a little. “I-it’s fine, let's just keep going,” I replied. At least now I was downwind from her, the stench wasn't as strong. We kept walking, Chikako letting out farts with every other step. Bbrrp! Pprt! Bbllrt! Bbraap! Ppptt! “S-so,” I said, “If you don't mind me asking...is there a reason why you...you know…” “Why I what?” she asked innocently. “... pass gas...so often?” “Ahhh,” Chikako hummed, “It's alright. I have a disorder, it's called IBS. And well...basically, it makes me a lot more, um…” BBBLLRRRRPPPP! “...gassy.” “Oh...that's...I'm sorry.” “For what?” “For asking...it must be hard to live like that.” Chikako placed her hand on my shoulder, turning me around. She smiled with those cute little front teeth of hers. “Don't say you're sorry, Bridget. Most people wouldn't even listen.” Eventually, after an infinite number of blasts from Chikako and with our legs aching, we made it to the entrance. “Phew! I feel a lot better now…” Chikako sighed. But then looked up out the glass doors, gasping. “What?” “It's raining...and I don't have an umbrella! Oh, I'm going to get soaked!” Chikako whined. “You could catch a cab or something. Where do you live?” “An apartment complex on Main Street…” Of course she lived in my apartment building. How the hell didn't I know about this girl before? “So do I…” I trailed off awkwardly, “I-I have an umbrella...I could walk you there, if you want.” Thunder rumbled outside, and Chikako grabbed my hand, shivering a little. “L-let’s go!” Once we got out the door, I opened my umbrella and we ran across the street, laughing like kids as we narrowly avoided getting soaked my cars splashing muddy water up with their tires. Chikako clinged to me for dear life, whimpering that she hated getting wet. I tried to hold back laughing at how cute she was, jumping back from every puddle deeper than a drop of water on the street. “Relax, it's just a little water!” “But I just got this skirt and this sweater! And they'll get all muddy if you don't stop waving your umbrella around!” She pouted cutely, yanking the umbrella out of my hands. “Alright then,” I groaned. With Chikako hogging the umbrella for herself, we finally made it to her, or rather, our apartment building, getting on the elevator, not worrying about it mostly because we were still sore. She stopped on the 8th floor, and we both stepped out together, going to her room. “So, um…I guess it was nice meeting you,” she stuttered. “Y-yup…” “I-I’ll see you around?” Chikako asked. “Of course!” I said maybe a bit too enthusiastically. “I'll-” Suddenly, the door to her apartment swung open, and an average - height, slender woman in a striped shirt, tan skirt, black knee socks, and mahogany boots, appeared in the doorway, leaning up against the frame. Her makeup was done perfectly over her cat-like eyes, and her lipstick was a bold red. Besides the loose bum her black hair was in, she looked like a celebrity. “Omo, Chikako...who's your friend?” The woman smirked at us, gesturing to me with her head. “Ah! Minji-chan...this is my co-worker, Bridget. Bridget, this is my roommate, Minji.” A tall, plus-sized woman barged in next to Minji, tan with pink-streaked black hair going to her very large breasts, wearing a blue t-shirt and gray sweatpants. “One of her roommates. You would forget about me, would you, chica?” “...And this is Veronica.” “Who's this girl, Chikako?” the plus-sized woman, apparently Veronica, asked. “Her name's Bridget. She's my co-worker and-” “And her new girlfriend,” Minji said, lowering her voice. “She's not my girlfriend,” I said flatly. “Ooh, I saw a little blush!” Veronica giggled. “Well, why don't you come in? We’re cooking up some spicy kimchi and rice tonight!” “My treat,” Minji added. Chikako licked her lips, then turned to me with big doe eyes. “My favorite! What do you say, Miss Bridget?” I shrugged. “It's free food. Sure.”
PART 4 - A Wild Dinner I followed Chikako inside her apartment. The place seemed pretty small for three, with only one old couch on one side with a 30-inch flatscreen TV in front of it. There were big cushions on the floor beside the couch, almost looking like beanbags. A delicious, spicy and eggy smell wafted around. Minji dashed over to the kitchen, attending to her pans full of rice, while Chikako sat down with me on the sofa. “It's not much, but it's a place to live,” Veronica said, plopping down on one of the floor cushions. “It's...cozy,” I replied, trying to find the best word for it. “It's really not a big deal. We're all real close,” she said, putting up crossed fingers. “How long have you all known each other?” I asked. “Well,” Chikako chuckled, “We met about a year ago at a self-help group for women with IBS. Minji-chan is a model and Veronica-chan is an assistant teacher.” Well, that's nice...wait… “Wait, so you all have...IBS?” Chikako nodded. “Yep! We're a big, happy, farty family!” Veronica laughed heartily. “One sec.” She leaned to the side, pointing her gigantic ass in my direction, and grunted. BBBBRRROOOOORRPP! I coughed, trying to lean as far away as I could from the stench, smelling like old meat and beans. I could even feel the gas clinging in the air like a sulphuric fog as she weakly fanned it away. Chikako giggled, daintily covering her nose. Minji stepped into the living room, sniffing the air, then giving the Latina a judging stare. “Veronica, you ate the Chipotle I left in the fridge, didn't you?” PP-PPPRR-RRRRRRT! “I got hungry, okay? You always take so long to cook dinner!” Minji sighed. “It's fine, I'll go out for food tomorrow.” With that, she went back to the kitchen to cook. I was surprised that they knew each other so well they knew what the other's farts smelled like. But my thoughts were interrupted by another fart. BBBBBBRRRRPPPPP! Surprisingly, the sound didn't come from Veronica but from Minji, who had lifted her leg up slightly. This gas was equally disgusting, this time it smelled more like old French cheese. Veronica furrowed her brows, smelled it, then her eyes widened. “Minji, you ate my pizza!” Minji laughed, waving her cookbook behind her. “Well, because you ate my burrito I didn't have anything to eat, now did I?” “Ggrrr…” Veronica growled, getting up from the couch and clenching her fists. BBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPP! BBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTT! Two motorcycle - sounding farts blasted out of her ass, blowing my blonde hair back. One whiff of them, and my eyes blurred, my vision darkening to complete blackness. ------------- When I came to, I was sitting up in a wooden chair, the lights of the chandelier above the dining room table blinding me for a second. Once my vision adjusted I saw Chikako sitting next to me with a terribly worried look on her face. Minji and Veronica sat across from us, full plates of kimchi fried rice in front of them. “Oh, thank goodness you're alright!” Chikako sighed. “What the hell happened…?” I mumbled, still trying to gain consciousness again. “You were at point-blank with Veronica's farts,” Minji replied, “It happens to most of our visitors. You'll get used to it.” “I'm not sure if I want to,” I muttered under my breath. “Anyways, let's eat! I'm starving!” Veronica yelled. “Itadakimasu!” Chikako cheered, promptly digging in to her rice. All three of them began scarfing down their food like hungry wolves, quickly making a large dent in their inhuman serving before I could finish the first bite. Chikako's cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk’s, smiling at me as best she could with a mouthful of egg and rice. I'd never think I'd find someone so rudely eating with kimchi hanging off her lips cute, but it was happening. “So, you work at the same office as Chikako, right?” Minji asked. “Uh, yeah,” I replied, “Programmer.” “Ooh, a computer geek,” Veronica said, “You're just right for Chikako, she's 25 and barely knows how to send an email.” I turned to Chikako in disbelief. “Wait, you're 25? We're the same age?” “I had no idea...I though you were older than me?” Chikako said back. “Well, you do look young for your age, Chikako-unnie-BBRRRUUP!” Minji commented, punctuating her sentence with a belch. “‘Scuse me.” “Better out than in, right?” Veronica said, placing a hand on her bulging stomach. UUUUURRRRPPPPPP! Veronica let out a gigantic burp, sounding like a symphony of bullfrogs, then leaned back, satisfied. “BUUURP! Ah, I'm feeling gassy...ooh…” Chikako mumbled, eyebrows furrowed with discomfort. “Go ahead, chica! Let it all out!” Chikako bit her lip, lifting her butt off the chair and straining a little before letting out a series of long farts. BBBRRRRTTT! PPPPPPRPRRRTT! BBRRAPP! RRRRRRRRRTTTTTT! I wheezed, my nose went numb, and all I could smell was her eggy gas. But...something was different. It didn't seem as much of a shock to my system, it just smelled bad. “Damn, chica, nice one! I'm feeling it too, hold on,” Veronica hollered, propping her leg up on her chair. bbbbbbbrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRTTTTT! A loud, rumbling fart, like an approaching earthquake, came out, starting as a faint purr and revving up to a full-blown blast. “My turn!” Minji said, standing up. PppppprrrRRRRRAAAAAAPPppppp! BBBBBbbbbbbbbbrrRRRRRRRRT! Her tan skirt flew up a little, and when she farted, they rose in volume in the middle, like she was forcing as much as she could as possible. She smiled back at us proudly, but she focused more attention on me, her sharp gaze making me feel a little nervous. “Aaah, that felt good...But it would feel even better if I had someone to sniff it for me,” she cooed, her dark eyelashes fluttering. Veronica chucked mischievously, fanning her face. “Ay, Minji…” “Wh - what the fuck…” I stuttered as she cupped my chin in her hand. Chikako suddenly put her body in between mine and Minji’s, placing her hand on her shoulder. “H-hey! I think we've all had a great dinner, right? But Miss Bridget has to go back to her apartment, we have work again tomorrow!” Minji pouted. “Aww, can't she just stay over one night? My bed is certainly big enough for two, unnie.” “Miss Bridget, you must be tired, right?” Chikako asked, her tone rushed. I felt a smile come on my face uncontrollably. Chikako seemed a bit jealous then, didn't she? “Yes, I should be getting home. I'll see you at work tomorrow, okay?” “Night, Bridget!” Veronica called. “Hope to see you soon, Bridget-unnie,” Minji said. “Bye, Bridget,” Chikako said sweetly. And with that, I left, relieved to get some fresh air, but also a bit sad once I closed the door. Little did I know the kind of crazy shit I was going to get into with these three.
PART 5 - The Confession? Naturally, after that whole ordeal at Chikako's place with those crazy farting girls, I wanted to stay as far away from them as possible. I swore for hours after that I could smell the stench in my nose, lingering there. It was bad enough having Chikako passing gas constantly in the office, but I got smart and brought air freshener like I said I was going to. And plus, Chikako was usually nice company. After talking a while with her, I found out some interesting things about her. She was incredibly good at doing her makeup in record time, much faster than I could ever put even my foundation on. “You're doing your makeup in the elevator?” Chikako replied, a mirror in one hand and eyeliner in the other. “Y-yeah...I woke up late, and, well, I had some, uh...morning gas.” Bbbbbrrttt! “Oh! I guess it didn't all get out when I was on the toilet…” “Chikako, that's a little bit…” “So I have to do it here.” I was in awe at how good she was, getting her eyeliner wing just right while farting up a storm. BLLLPORRRTT! BBRRRAAAAAAAAP! “Ah, wh-whoopsie…” Chikako stuttered. “That one was a little bit ripe...are you okay, Miss Bridget?” “Yeah, I'm fine,” I mumbled, shielding my nose from the sulphuric smell. Once she was finished, she looked pretty good, hell, better than I ever could with makeup on. Her lipstick was pastel pink, and her eye shadow was a baby blue, giving her a charming, youthful look. Shit, she was just too cute. ----------- “What's this?” I picked up a little plastic toy Chikako had on her desk, a little orange dinosaur - looking thing with a small flame on its tail. She gasped, snatching it from me and tucking it away in her desk drawer. “Y-you won't tell anyone, right? It'll be so embarrassing if anyone found out…” “Found out what?” I asked. Chikako whispered, “I’m a really big Pokémon fan.” I blinked, then started laughing. She's embarrassed by the fact that she plays a video game? Her reaction was almost like hers to farting, it made me thing the thing was a buttplug. “Wh - what's so funny? It's a very nice game, and I'm very good at it,” she said matter-of-factly. “N-no, it's just...cute. I didn't take you for a gamer type.” Chikako turned bright red. “You think it's cute?” “Yeah...I mean, I don't really play games, but I don't mind that you do.” bbbbbrrrrrrrrtttttt… She chuckled softly, still blushing, and an equally soft fart, sounding like a pleased cat purring, came out. “Ah! S-Sorry...I'll get back to my work!” I mused at her weird but cute reaction, then went to my own programming, noticing that she had placed the Pokémon back on her desk. While I was going through my lines of code, I put a pencil to my lips, chewing on the end of the eraser. I got distracted by Chikako fidgeting in her seat, typing diligently, eyes darting over her computer screen. She sat up straight with a feminine air about her, occasionally biting her lip. Pprrt! Bbrrrt! Bllorp! Pprrap! Prrtss! Short bursts of gas came out of Chikako’s butt, and it was clear she was holding back, as her face was shining with sweat. “Chikako…?” bbbbRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTT! “Yes Bridget?!” she yelled, sounding oddly...panicked. I fanned the stink of old milk away from my nose. “Are you okay? You're acting weird?” “Weird?!” PRRRRRPPPPP! “ME?!” BRRRRRRR-RRRRTTTTTT! “O-of course not, Miss Bridget, I'm fine…” Chikako giggled nervously. I frowned, placing my hand on her forehead. “You're awfully hot, are you sure you're well?” Chikako squealed, swiftly turning her head away from me. “I'm fine, alright? Why do you have to act so strange?” Wait...the blushing, the cute reactions, the holding back her farts...was she? “Ch-Chikako...can I ask you kind of a weird question?” “What?” Alright, here goes nothing, I thought. “Do you...um…” Chikako leaned forward in her chair, batting her eyelashes innocently. “Y-yes?” “...want to go for lunch...together?” She sat up and smiled sheepishly. “Um, I-I’d love to, Miss Bridget.” I breathed a sigh of relief, surprised that actually worked.
PART 6 - Something Once lunch break came, Chikako and I walked out together, Chikako with her hand on her stomach. “Aah, I'm relieved! I didn't think that lunch bell would ever ring, didn't you, Miss Bridget?” she asked gleefully. “Yeah, I agree, I'm starved,” I replied. As we made our way to the entrace, I noticed a familiar group of women huddled around the front desk: my office neighbors. I didn't bother to remember their names, because I'd rather not associate with them, but they each had a distinct look. One of them was a tall, skinny, platinum - blonde with bold red lips and always wearing a gold necklace with a jewel that hung just above her chest. The next, the one who seemed to be the chattiest, was an slightly older woman, maybe in her late 30s, with her brown hair always in a ponytail and always in a long skirt and a long-sleeved top. The last one usually listened to their conversations but didn't seem to participate in them other than staring and giggling. She was the shortest of the three, with a soft, babyish face and her hair concealed by her hijab. The brunette looked Chikako up and down with a smirk on her face. “Hey look girls, it's the walking crop-duster.” Chikako turned around briefly, her face turning pink before she turned back around, listening to the others giggling loudly. I could tell she was on the verge of tears, so I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her outside, glancing at the three girls. “Let's go,” I muttered to Chikako. I surveyed the nearby restaurants across from our building. There was a McDonald's to the left of a Starbucks, which was right next to a Chipotle and a KFC. It seemed like fast food was going to be our only option. I cancelled out Chipotle immediately; while I loved Chipotle, who knows what kind of effect that was going to have on Chikako. McDonald's was way too cheap, plus the food there could barely be considered food. I guessed that by process of elimination, KFC was going to be where we’d eat. “KFC?” I asked her. Chikako's eyes lit up. “I haven't had chicken in so long! I'd love to!” Breathing a sigh of relief, I linked arms with her and we went to the restaurant, crossing the street warily before getting to the front door. I opened it for Chikako, being gentlemanly (or rather, gentlewoman-ly? Was that a word?) And polite. After all, this was sort of, kind of a date...I think. “So, what do you want?” I asked her. Chikako stared up at the menu, licking her lips. “Ahh...everything looks amazing...but I don't really have that much of an appetite today, so I'll get two orders of the ten-piece chicken bucket.” “Oh, that's fine, I'll be - wait, two orders of the twelve-piece chicken bucket?” She blinked, surprised. “Yes, is that okay? If it's too much money for you, I'll pay.” “No, it's not too much money for me…” If she eats 20 drumsticks on a day when she's not even that hungry...damn, no wonder she's gassy all the time. “I'll just get a six-piece meal.” Chikako giggled. “Ah, Bridget, are you on a diet?” “N-no…” I chuckled. “Well, just to let you know, I think you're pretty-” I turned my head at the word “pretty” and she covered her mouth. “...I mean, you look fine, the way you are.” “Next in line!” the woman at the counter called unenthusiastically. I walked up with Chikako close behind. “Ah, I'll have two orders of the twelve-piece bucket…” The woman punched the order in, her eyebrows raised. “...and…” I glanced at Chikako. “And a side of fries. Large, please. Oh, and a large Coke!” The woman chuckled, shaking her head. “You having a party or something?” “No, that's all for me,” Chikako said straightforwardly. The woman said, “Uh huh,” under her breath, then turned to me. “And what would you like, ma’am?” “A six-piece meal with a medium Coke, please,” I said. I paid for the food, the woman handed us our number, and we headed to one of the empty tables. “So...this Pokémon thing...what's it all about?” I asked her. I figured it would be a suitable conversation point, right? And I really did know next to nothing about video games. Chikako smiled. “Well, basically, the whole goal of the game is to collect Pokémon in little containers called Pokeballs, and you can use these little guys to battle other people's Pokémon and win money and badges. And when you win battles, you gain experience and eventually your Pokémon levels up and evolves and…” She blinked, her mouth in a small “o.” “I'm sorry, am I overwhelming you?” I laughed. Even if I didn't really understand it, I loved watching her explain her video games to me, the way her voice got high and cheerful when she described them. “It's fine, keep going.” “Oh, okay then. So, when Pokémon evolve, they take a bigger, stronger form and they get new moves or even a new type. What that means is…” Chikako paused, looking past my head with concern. I turned around to see none other at the entrance than the three women we saw in the lobby. The brunette woman surveyed the KFC, smiling proudly with her two friends behind her. The woman at the counter called our number, and I got up to get our food, eyeing the group of women suspiciously. I balanced the chicken buckets, fries, and sodas on the tray in my hands, walking slowly to our table. Once I sat down, I glanced over to see that the women were sitting two tables away from us, with the leader staring at Chikako. “Just ignore them and enjoy your lunch,” I told her, giving Chikako her meal. Chikako smiled again at me, then focused on the chicken in front of her, licking her lips. “Bon apetit!” Immediately she took a big bite out of a chicken breast, tearing at it ravenously, and it was gone in a matter of seconds. Her cheeks were full to the brim as she kept shoveling more and more chicken into her mouth, chomping loudly, periodically wiping her mouth with a napkin or letting out a short burp, only to get a handful of fries and go back to the chicken. I spent a moment away from my six-piece meal, just having finished my first piece, to look at her eating, already halfway done with one of the buckets. “Do you want some ketchup with your fries?” “Mmm-nnmmh!” she expressed, shaking her head with a mouthful of food. I shrank back down, taking a sip of my soda, trying to not pay attention to the giggling behind me. “Wow, talk about a greased pig,” The brown - haired one murmured to her friends. “I wonder where she keeps all that.” “I'll admit, I'm a little jealous. She can eat so much crap and never gain a pound,” The shortest woman said. “I'll bet it's all gas. We better clear this place before Chernobyl over there explodes,” The blonde snickered. Chikako was almost completely done with her food and tearing up, and I was about to lose my temper for the first time in a while, when the brown-haired one stood up. “Hey hon, don't eat the bucket, okay?!” Alright, that was fucking it. I was fucking done with that bitch and her goddamn friends. Chikako looked up at me, swallowing both her tears and the last bite of her chicken. Her cheeks were painted with grease and crumbs, red from crying. gggggrrrrlllllllgggglllllllleeelrrrrr… Chikako flinched when her stomach groaned, whining. “Hey Chikako,” I said, eyeing the three women, “How are you feeling?” She bit her lip. “I-I feel bloated...I didn't think the chicken would be so…” GGGGRRRRRRRRLLLL… “...greasy…why?” The three bitches were still laughing at her, holding their noses, teasing Chikako, and it only made her sink further into her seat, trying to get away from their stares. But I knew exactly what would shut them up, and make Chikako feel better. “I can't believe I'm saying this...but I want you to fart.” She blushed deeply. “Wh-what? But Bridget, you don't understand, I ate two whole buckets of fried chicken and fries, I'll make the whole place smell awful!” “I know...believe me, I don't want this, but don't you want to get those girls back for what they're doing to you?” “It'll be rude…” Chikako said, looking away from me. “They're being much ruder than you,” I countered. GGGRROOOOAAAAARRRRR! “Now you go stand up to them, okay? You're too sweet to deserve this crap.” Chikako smiled at me cutely, putting her cheek in her hand. “You mean that?” “Yeah.” Chikako’s smile turned practically evil when she looked at the women. “Okay.” She stood up, hands held demurely behind her back, walking slowly up to them in her cute pink high heels. “Hi, Jennifer. Are you having a nice lunch?” The brown-haired one, apparently named Jennifer, cocked her head, furrowing her brow. “It was...nice? What are you up to, Piggie?” Chikako looked off innocently. “Oh, no reason at all. I just was curious about how you are doing. What did you have?” “Chicken...like everyone else here, stupid.”Jennifer said, narrowing her eyes. “Really?” Chikako said, widening her eyes as if she was surprised, “Me too!” In the most graceful move I've ever seen her do, Chikako spun around on her heels while tugging down Jennifer’s head by her hair, making her face level with her ass. “Here, have some seconds!” RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT! A gigantic roar of a fart came from Chikako, and it was enough to blow back some strands of hair from Jennifer’s face. Immediately after it was done, Jennifer tried to shake free, but Chikako was a lot stronger than she looked, and shoved her right back into her butt. PPPPPPRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPP! “Oh gosh...that felt really good...oh! Here's another one!” BBBLLRRRRPPPP! BBBRRRRRAAAAPPPP! Jennifer and her two friends gagged, holding onto the table for balance. The rest of the restaurant was noticing too, covering their noses with their jackets and shirt collars, trying to block out the smell of rotten chicken and potatoes, mixed with sewage. “Oops! I meant I had two more~” Chikako giggled. RRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPTTT! “...Three!” “Y-you’re disgusting…” Jennifer coughed. Chikako's stomach growled softly. “Next time, you should learn not to be so mean!” The woman who took our order before noticed, and was running back behind the counter. “You should just keep your comments to yourself!” BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPRRRLLLLLTTTT! Punctuating her sentence with the longest fart I had ever heard, Chikako let go of Jennifer’s hair, and she dashed off to the bathroom, covering her mouth with her hand, and the other two followed suit. I smiled, despite the stench, as Chikako stood tall, looking proud of herself. That is, until the manager came up and placed a giant hand on Chikako's shoulder. “Now...I realize my grub may not sit well with some folks…” He coughed roughly. “But I ain't gonna tolerate anyone breakin’ wind so loudly in my restaurant. Now, I'm gonna ask you all to leave politely...and I only wanna say it once.” Chikako gulped, shakily taking my arm, chuckling nervously as the entire KFC had their eyes on us. “S-s-sorry, sir...we’ll be on our way!” Not wanting to get any burly security guards they might have involved, I hurried out with Chikako holding my hand. “Gosh...I'm sorry...I really shouldn't have lost it like I did…” Chikako apologized, looking down at the pavement. “Don't worry about it. You stood up for yourself, and I'm sure now Jennifer and her friends won't bother you ever again,” I replied, putting a hand on her shoulder. She grinned. “Only because of you. I would have never done something like that if you didn't help me.” I felt a warmth in my chest. God, what was she doing to me? No, no, keep it cool, girl.“Is that a thank you?” And then, without warning, she grabbed both of my cheeks in her hands, and she kissed me. Right then and there. In the middle of the street. I could barely even process anything else that was going on, with her lips being so soft (it was probably all that chicken grease, but I could care less), and I thanked God that I remembered to put on chapstick thus morning. It wasn't even that long of a kiss, but while it would be a complete cliché, it felt just like magic. Once she broke the kiss, she gasped, covering her face with her hands. “I-I'm sorry!! Was that okay? Please don't be mad…” “N-no, it's fine...it was...great.” “Great?” “Great.” “Well, that's…” “Great?” PPPRRRRRTTTT! We both stared at each other for a moment, Chikako a little red in the face after a short burst of gas slipped out, and started laughing, realizing that there were people staring at us just babbling. “We should…” “...probably get back to work…” “Yeah.” Chikako’s toothy smile was nearly ear to ear. “So...does this mean we are...something?” “You're something all - I mean...yeah! Yeah, of course…” And right then, in front of the KFC we just got kicked out of, after watching her fart on a girl nearly till she passed out, is how Chikako became my girlfriend. |
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