By: Vharala
The ravages of the fall season had reduced the vibrant trees on the courtyard of Blackwell Academy to their barest bones. A dim orange light peered into the dorm room where Max Caulfield was working, though she was too busy to appreciate it in this moment. The Autumnal sun had provided some excellent lighting for her photographs, but as finals drew near, she had been cooped up inside in order to do some research the compliment her skill with a camera.
Max had been so focused on passing her class that she had been neglecting her friends. Warren was used to getting turned down for movie night, but after a decade apart, Chloe wasn't sitting as well with the suddenly distant shutterbug.
As Max was buried deep in her work, the door to her room slammed open and the blue haired form of Chloe Price barged through. As a former student of Blackwell, Chloe technically wasn't allowed on the premises anymore. Though, no one in the girl's dormitories would snitch on her. Well, except maybe Victoria Chase.
"So this is where you've been hiding." Chloe said, closing the door behind her and taking a seat on the bed. Despite the colder coastal weather, she still wore her usual attire of a tank top with some logo emblazoned on it, and a pair of tattered jeans.
"I haven't been hiding, Chloe." Max replied, saving her files and shutting her laptop. "I've just been busy. I didn't come all the way back to Arcadia Bay just to fail my class."
"Not that there's anything wrong with that." Chloe said, quite proudly. "But I get it, I really do. Still, you know what they say about all work and no play, right?"
"Did you have a particular type of 'play' in mind?" Max asked.
"As a matter of fact, I do." Chloe answered. "Rachel is putting on a show tonight. Some sort of hypnotism thing she's picked up lately. I thought we'd go and support her or whatever."
"Hypnotism? That's kind of cool, though I don't think I really believe that it works." Max said. "But yeah, that sounds like fun. Just let me finish a few more things and we'll go together."
"Awesome." Chloe commented, jumping up from the bed. "I was hoping you'd bring Kate with you too. You know, just in case Rachel doesn't draw a large crowd."
"I'll ask her before we go." Max replied. "She could use a night out, too."
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As Arcadia Bay wasn't known for it's nightlife, the only venue in town was located on it's outermost edges. Chloe drove while Max and Kate talked in the back seat, exchanging notes on their upcoming finals. It was only a fifteen minute drive, but the sun had already dropped beneath the waves of the bay by the time they arrived.
To their surprise, the parking lot was almost filled with the cars of those that had come out to see Rachel's performance. She was well known in the social circles back at Blackwell, but even so. Chloe parked, and the three girls headed inside to find Rachel waiting for them.
"You came." She said, sounding relieved.
"I promised, didn't I?" Chloe said, flashing Rachel an encouraging smile and going in for a brief hug.
"I've always wanted to see a hypnotism act." Kate spoke up.
"Yeah, and we could really use the break." Max added.
The lights in the room dimmed as a spotlight illuminated a stage on the far side. The murmuring of the crowd gathered in front of it dies down as it was clearly nearing showtime.
"That's my cue." Rachel said. She thanked each of them again before hurrying off backstage, only to show up again a moment later through the stage curtains.
Max and the others found places among the audience as Rachel began her introduction. There were a lot of familiar faces among the crowd, with most of Blackwell's students having turned out along with some older people that were just looking for a distraction for the evening.
"And so tonight I'll prove to you that not only is hypnotism a very real, very powerful thing. But I'm going to take four of you and give you an unforgettable experience. Do I have any volunteers?"
Chloe raised her hand immediately, and a quick bump to shoulder prompted Max to do the same. Kate was a little more reluctant, but as she saw her friends head towards the stage, she nervously raised her hand and followed them. The three of them assembled on the stage, now uncomfortably aware of how many eyes were trained on them.
"Do we have a fourth volunteer?" Rachel asked again.
The crowd muttered among themselves. They had all come to enjoy the show, but none of them seemed so eager to be Rachel's guinea pig. Rachel started to look a little crestfallen, but then someone passed through to the front of the crowd and stepped up onto the stage alongside the others.
"How are we supposed to believe that you can really hypnotize someone if the only volunteers are all friends of yours?" Came the sharp and directed voice of Victoria Chase. "I'll happily volunteer if it means I can show everyone that you're a fraud. Besides, true hypnotism only works on the weak and feeble mind."
"We'll see about that, Victoria." Rachel retorted, closing the gap between them so that she could whisper in her ear. "It's too late for you to save face now. You'll just have to see this through."
Rachel resumed her position on stage and reached into her coat to produce a pocket watch. She held it by a gold chain and popped open it's cover so that's it's clock face was revealed.
"If everyone could please be quiet." Rachel said. "Chloe, Max, Kate, and Victoria. Focus on my watch and do not let your eyes stray. Ignore everyone else in this room. There are no lights, no noises. Pay attention only to the watch."
She dangled the chain in front of the four girls and let it sway side to side. At first, only the participant's eyes tracked it, but then their heads started to follow to. Rachel knew she had them in her grasp. She just had to tip them over the edge.
"There is no one else in this room." She continued, her voice growing lower and soothing them into a trance. "You are alone. Even I am gone. There is only the sound of my voice, and the gentle swaying of my watch. Keep your eyes on my watch."
All four of her volunteers now returned only vacant stares. Chloe, Max and Kate were just looking at her blankly, while Victoria had her mouth hanging open as some drool dripped from the corners of her lip. Each of them had been totally ensnared by Rachel; their minds lost in their own little worlds. It was like a waking dream, though one that Rachel had a hand in designing.
"Now.... What do you see?"
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Max's vision became fuzzy as she followed the rocking watch. She had just been playing along with Rachel to begin with, but now her thoughts were twisting and losing their coherency. She wasn't aware of who she was standing alongside. There was only the watch.
And then there wasn't.
She closed her eyes, a blink that seemed to last an eternity. As she slowly opened her lids, her senses returned and she snapped out of her daze.
"Max?" Said an insistent voice. "I was talking to you."
Facing ahead, Max was face to face with Rachel Amber. They were in the drama classroom, though the desks inside had been pushed aside to make room for two couches set across from one another. Max was sat on one, while Rachel was seated on the other, a laptop resting on her legs.
"I'm sorry." Max apologized. "You were saying?"
"I was just asking you about your future prospects." Rachel answered, giving Max a curt smile. "It's not everyday that one of Blackwell's own gets featured in an international art publication. I'm sure the other students would be very interested to hear what you have to say."
"Right." Max remembered. "I agreed to an interview for the academy newspaper. Was that really today? And since when did Rachel join the newspaper club?"
The bustle of the busy academy halls could be heard through the closed class door. It was a familiar sound to Max, and yet it seemed further off than was natural. She found her mind drifting, but she forced herself to concentrate on what Rachel was saying.
"So, Max. What is it like to see your work reach such a wide audience?" Rachel continued.
"I mean, it's kind of overwhelming, I guess?" Max replied, shifting in her seat. "I'm grateful to be selected, of course."
"I'd say you've more than earned it." Rachel commented, scrolling down her list of notes. "Now, I hear you've been something of a shutterbug since a young age. What made you decide to pick up a camera?"
As Max processed the question, she felt an uncomfortable gurgling coming from her stomach. She didn't remember when she last ate, but she had a feeling that it wasn't just hunger pangs. She hoped Rachel hadn't heard, but that hope was shattered as a sharp toot whistled from her rear.
ffrrrrrrppppp!
It was a small fart, but undoubtedly an audible one. Max blushed and tried to hide her gassy emission, though her nervousness only drew more attention to herself.
"Is there something wrong?" Rachel asked. Whether through the absorbancy of the sofa cushion, or just because she was too polite to say anything, Rachel didn't mention Max's fart.
"I'm fine." Max gasped, answering a little too quickly. "It's just.... I'm not used to be being the center of attention."
"Then you'll just have to get accustomed to it." Rachel laughed. "Because the way I see it, the only way to go is up for Maxine Caufield and her camera."
BBBRRRPPPTTT!!
A second, louder rumble vented from her backside; the stench sinking into the sofa's fabric. Even so, a whiff of it reached Max's nose and caused her eyes to water. Something she had eaten must not have agreed with her, but why did it have to pick such an inopportune time to speak up?
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Rachel asked, showing concern for her friend even though she must have smelled the horrible odor coming from Max's behind.
"No.... I'm good." Max responded. She was now clutching her belly firmly, hoping to calm whatever was going on inside. "You were saying something about my camer-PPPPHHHRRRBBTTT!!!"
A damp and wet, bubbling fart burst from Max's ass. It sounded like she had a duck buried somewhere between her cheeks, and this time there was no doubt that Rachel had heard it. Max was grateful that this was an old fashioned text interview, or else videos of her ripping ass would be all over the school by tomorrow. Even if Rachel was too kind to do it herself, someone else in her group would have.
"Do you want to continue?" Rachel prompted. She was trying not to show any signs that the smell from Max's ass was affecting her, but her flared nostrils gave her away.
"Uh... yeah. Sure." Max said, pressing her bottom as tightly as she could against the sofa to muffle any further disturbances. "You'll uh.... You'll edit out all the farts, right?"
-----
The crowd watched in disbelief as Max Caulfield sat on the stage, farting her little ass off. She seemed completely oblivious to her environment, only acknowledging Rachel and answering her questions.
Every time that Rachel used the word "camera", another fart would ring from her petite rear and she would offer up a hasty apology. No one had ever seen Max so flustered, let alone pass wind so shamefully.
"It's alright, Max." Rachel said softly, getting up from the stool she was sitting on and walking over to the girl she was making fart on command. She reached up a hand to Max's face, and gently caressed her with her palm. "You can trust me. Now go to sleep."
Max's head lulled to the side as she closed her eyes. She was soundly asleep, totally unaware of what was happening around her.
With Max's residual stink still drifting around the room, Rachel advanced along her line of volunteers with her mind set on the things she would make them do.
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"Breathe in."
It was warm, Kate thought. She was picturing a swaying pocketwatch, watching it swing back and forth until it suddenly vanished. She shook her head, as if trying to shake off the call of sleep.
She was in a wide open room. A soft material was laid under her, and it was only then that she realized that she wasn't standing, but kneeling. There were others women around her, her classmates, each assuming the same strange pose. All of them were wearing sports bras and other sport attire, and then Kate saw that she was wearing the same. Kate had never been the type to show of much skin, and she hurriedly tried to cover herself with her hands when she saw the situation she had been caught in.
"Stay calm, Kate." Rachel said. She was standing at the front of the room, addressing the assembly before her. She too was wearing some tight leggings and a black sports bra, with beads of sweat running down her well toned stomach. "Just breathe in."
Kate followed her instructions, suddenly aware of where she was and what she was doing. Of course, this was the yoga class she had signed up for. It was supposed to better her outlook on things, or at least work as an outlet for some of her frustrations. She breathed in deeply, holding the breath inside her for a few seconds.
"And breathe out."
Kate exhaled, but no breath left her lips. The tension of holding the breath inside instead traveled down to her hips, where it manifested as a small airy puff that breezed through her leggings.
pffffttt!
"It happens." Rachel smiled at her reassuringly. "It wouldn't be a yoga class without someone breaking wind."
Some of the other girls started to laugh nervously, but that was before the smell of Kate's gas reached them. They were subtle about it, slowly inching their mats to gain some distance from the embarrassed girl. Kate tried to disperse her fart quietly, but only succeeded in fanning it over to those who had just fled from it.
"Yoga after a big lunch was a bad idea." She thought.
"Now." Rachel said. "We're going to be starting with some stretching exercises to get ourselves nice and limber."
Everyone got to their feet, and Kate followed their example. Rachel led them through some simple stretches, with Kate emulating her arced poses with a flexibility that surprised her.
"Keep control of your breathing." Rachel reminded them. "In, and then breathe out."
It felt good to strain the muscles she rarely put to work, but any peace she gained from the experience was ruined when she bent over and let out an ear splitting fart that blasted the poor girl behind her in the face strong enough that her hair blew back.
FFFFFFFRRRRRRRBBBBBPPPPPTTTTT!!!!
Her exhale of flatulence easily overshadowed her previous toot, amplifying it's noise, force, and the burning hot shame that caused her freckled cheeks to flush a glowing red. Her tight leggings trapped the heat of her fart inside them, and she felt it slowly disperse through the material.
Everyone had stopped what they were doing to look at her, and Kate wished she was anywhere else on Earth right now. She couldn't even turn around as she muttered an apology to Dana, the girl whose face now smelled pretty strongly of Kate Marsh's digested lunch.
"Don't worry about it." Rachel said, walking between the mats to stop beside her. "Everyone here has let one go at some point. It's just that others are a little better at controlling the volume."
-----
Obeying every word that Rachel said, Kate was taking up the center of the stage and assuming a series of yoga poses as farts blew from her rear every time she was prompted to breathe out. Kate's embarrassment at her windy rear end exceeded Max's, and even though she could not see the crowd watching her, she shied away as though the eyes of the world were trained on her.
"Very good, Kate." Rachel commended her, using her hands to guide Kate's movements. "In, and out."
On cue, Kate let fly another cloud of gas that hit Rachel's waist. At this point, Rachel was merely toying with the gassy girl, showcasing her total control as she had the shyest girl at Blackwell fart in front of dozens of her classmates.
"Well done, everyone." Rachel said, addressing a room of people that only existed in Kate's delusion. "Especially you, Kate. Now, it's time for you to rest."
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"Ms. Chase. Are you even listening?"
The sharp voice startled Victoria, who had spent the last few minutes gazing out through the classroom window and lost in a pleasant daydream about a shining, silver watch. She panicked a little as she looked down at her desk, realizing that she hadn't yet filled in a single answer to today's surprise quiz.
"Yes, Miss Gran.... errr, Rachel?" She stammered.
Victoria looked up to see that rather than having the imposing figure of Miss Grant staring down at her, it was Rachel Amber's slender frame standing beside her desk.
"Miss Grant is out today, which you would know if you'd have paid any attention to the class so far." Rachel said pointedly. She walked away from Victoria and went to the front of the classroom where she leaned up against Miss Grant's desk. "Since Victoria thinks she's so knowledgeable that she can give you all a head start on today's quiz, why don't we test her by having her answer all of the questions for all of the class to hear?"
There was a murmuring of agreement around the room, mostly from the least popular students that would love to see Victoria taken down a peg. She pursed her lips and sneered at them, but she knew there was no escaping this punishment if Miss Grant had really left Rachel in charge.
"Do your worst." Victoria challenged her. She may have earned her reputation as the queen bitch of Blackwell, but she didn't lack for smarts.
"Alright. First question." Rachel said. "Who does everyone at Blackwell look up to?"
Victoria looked at the papers in front of her and saw that the answers were multiple choice. A. Rachel Amber, B. Victoria Chase, or C. Maxine Caulfield.
"That's an easy one." Victoria answered confidently. "It's B."
BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTT!!!
The wooden chair vibrated as a bassy fart rumbled through Victoria's jeans. She tried not to react in the hopes that someone else would have the blame placed on them, but all eyes had been on her and there was no avoiding the way that the awful smell was coming from her.
"Quit staring at me, you freaks!" She yelled. "So what if I farted? If you want my looks, you have to be willing to do what's necessary to maintain a healthy body.
She knew that her excuse would only fool her loyal lackeys, but she had to at least try to save face. If she knew Blackwell, then something like this would be talked about for days. It was better that she get out in front of it early.
"That is correct, Victoria. Though there's no extra credit for invalidating the answer so quickly." Rachel smiled, smugly. "I dare say that cutting the cheese in class will lose you a few followers."
"Laugh it up, Amber. And enjoy the power you have while you can." Victoria seethed. "You'll be back, sitting with the rest of us by tomorrow."
"Hopefully not next to you." Rachel retorted. "I'm not sure my nose could take it."
The class erupted in laughter at Victoria's expense. She clenched her fists in response, and her cheeks burned with a red hot fire that was fueled by her shame.
"Next question for Ms. Chase." Rachel went on, restoring order to the classroom. "Who is the most talented photographer at Blackwell? A. Maxine Caulfield, B. Victoria Chase, or C. Kate Marsh?"
"What sort of questions are these?" Victoria asked, raising her voice. "It's obviously B."
PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!!!
The sound of a wet trumped came bellowing out of Victoria's ass. She readjusted herself in her seat, but nothing could prevent her blast of methane from escaping and fouling the air inside the classroom. Everyone recoiled away from Victoria, and some even held their noses. The only one not to react was Rachel, who stared her down intently.
"I'm sure you see it that way." Rachel remarked. "And if it's the right answer in your mind, then that's all that matters."
"I should go the the bathroom." Victoria said, trying to excuse herself. She made it halfway towards the door before Rachel stopped her.
"Last question." Rachel said, sternly. Asserting herself so that it was clear that Victoria would not be allowed to leave until she answered it. "Who is the smelliest, most revolting girl at Blackwell Academy? Is it A. Victoria Chase, B. Victoria Chase. or C. Victoria Chase?"
Victoria started to speak up in protest, but Rachel shushed her and tapped her finger upon the quiz sheet that was laid out on her desk.
"Be careful how you answer." Rachel told her. "This will reflect on your entire time at Blackwell. It may even be the most important question of your student career."
"Fine." Victoria replied, putting her hands on her hips as a sign of defiance. "I suppose you want me to say it's B?"
PPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A damp and squishy cacophony of flatulence sounded from Victoria's rear. In a desperate move, she clasped her hands around her ass, but all she succeeded in doing was feeling the damp spot that she had created in the back of her jeans.
"You might want to check that!" One of her classmates laughed. Victoria had no way of knowing which, as she was already hurrying down the halls to the nearest women's room.
-----
Blissfully unaware of the people pointing and laughing at her, Victoria was running around the stage with her hands clamped firmly upon her bottom.
While Rachel was also getting her fair share of enjoyment out of watching Victoria in such a situation, she knew not to take things to far. She lay a hand on Victoria's shoulder and whispered a message in her ear that sent her back to a standing sleep.
Now that Max, Kate and Victoria had all farted up a storm for the amusement of the audience, Rachel turned her attention to the person she cared for more than anyone else in the world.
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"It's about time you had a real subject for your photos, Max." Chloe said. It was just the two of them, alone in her bedroom. Chloe was leaving little to the imagination, wearing only a pair of black panties and a lacy bra. "What do you think?"
Max was looking through the viewfinder of her camera, pointing it at her half naked friend and clearly trying to determine the best angle.
"It think you're hella hot." Max laughed.
"Oh Max." Chloe said. "Stop. You'll make me blush."
Chloe leaped up onto her bed and raised her arms above her head to accentuate her breasts. Max got to her knees and lifted her old polaroid camera to her face, pressing down on the top mounted button when she captured Chloe just right.
PPPPPPPPPHHHRRRRBBBPPPLLLLLLTTTTT!!!!!
The camera flashed, blinding Chloe for a moment as she fell backwards and let a dangerously wet sounding fart squeeze through her panties. The angle she fell meant that Max was the unfortunate recipient of a booming blast of methane to her face.
"Oh sorry Max." Chloe giggled, amused by her own flatulence. "You kinda caught me by surprise."
"I'd say that I was the one that was surprised!" Max replied, wiping her eyes as if trying to clean the stink of Chloe's ass from them.
"Quit complaining and make me look good already." Chloe said. "It's not everyday that Chloe Price is willing to pose, you know."
Max decided to move over to the closet, so that Chloe's body would be framed by the light pouring through her window. Chloe played along, and turned away so that Max could get a good photo of her butt. Everything was good, but Chloe made the mistake of glancing back just as the flash went off again.
Chloe doubled over as a churning in her insides suddenly caused her some immense discomfort. After years of dining at the Two Whales, Chloe was more familiar with this type of cramp, and she knew exactly what this meant. This would be a big one.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!
A long and strained fart blew from her backside, like a concentrated typhoon of stinking fart gas. As embarrassed as she was to let out such a loud and powerful gaseous cloud, Chloe was far too relieved at having it out of her to notice that Max's hair had been blown back by the force of her anal emission.
Max was stunned, the stench of ass clinging to her skin and seeping into it so deeply that it would take a dozen showers to be free of it's scent.
"My bad, dude." Chloe apologized. She really did mean it. For as funny as a few farts between friends could be, Chloe had just produced the biggest stink bomb of her life. She couldn't brush that shame off so quickly.
Without warning, Max got up and shoved Chloe off the bed. The blue haired girl tumbled to the bedside in a heap of sheets, untangling herself from them to find that Max was now lying no the bed and looking up at the ceiling.
"What was that for!?" Chloe yelled, more playfully than actually annoyed.
Max just stared back at her with a mischievous smile on her face. "I want you to do that again." She said.
"Do what?" Chloe asked. "Rip ass!?"
Her smile growing wider in response, Max ran her fingertip down from her forehead to her chin. "Right here."
"You want me to fart.... on your face?" Chloe questioned. "I know everyone says that the quiet ones are always into the kinkiest shit, but...."
"Please.... Chloe." Max said earnestly.
Seeing how sincere her friend was being, Chloe decided to oblige. She stood at the front of the bed and slowly lowered her butt onto Max's head, her asshole becoming ticklish as Max's nose brushed against it through her underwear.
Using Max as a seat, Chloe tried to summon up another fart. Unsurprisingly, she wasn't used to doing this on command, and nothing came of her efforts.
"Sorry, Max." She said, wiggling her rump over the photographer's face.. "I think I'm out of juice."
Reaching off the side of the bed, Max grabbed her camera and awkwardly held it in front of Chloe. Don't worry about it." She told her. "Just don't close your eyes."
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Back in reality, Rachel was lying down upon upon a table facing upward. She would be looking straight up at the ceiling if it weren't for the pair of cheeks currently planted on her face. Chloe was still under her influence, and right now the blue haired girl was enjoying a scenario that Rachel had specifically implanted. In her dream, Chloe may have found herself in a situation in which she was ripping ass on Max's face, but it was Rachel that was reaping all of the benefits.
Rachel felt Chloe's butt muscles tense up again before unleashing her next foul load. Her friend's outpouring of flatulence washed over her face, and Rachel was loving every second of having her head smothered by Chloe's rump.
PPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chloe's face glowed crimson, screwed up in concentration as she unleashed a load of hot, smelly gas onto the face of one of her closest friends; just not the one she thought.
This was the climax of the entire evening, and as Rachel's nostrils eagerly drank in every drop of Chloe's horrendous fart, she couldn't have wished for a better finale. She could hear some members of the crowd still laughing at the display of flatulence that was going on, but others were watching Rachel breathe in Chloe's fart with a curious attention.
All too soon, Chloe's ass run dry and Rachel had to excuse herself from between the bluenette's cheeks. She sent Chloe back to a neutral slumber with the others and relinquished her hold on all four at them at the same time.
"Ughhh!" Victoria complained, reaching her hand up to pinch her nose. "What's that awful smell?"
Kate looked around embarrassingly, feeling how relaxed her asshole was and partially remembering what she had been experiencing for the last fifteen minutes.
"I think it's us...." She said, her voice small and full of shame.
The recollection of what they had just been through returned to them, bringing with it the painfully embarrassing realization that their gassy outbursts had been even more public than they had thought.
"I never knew you had it in you, Chloe!" Someone yelled from the audience.
"You stink!" Another chimed in.
All four girls were staring down at their feet, unable to face the crowd of people that had just watched them all fart so brazenly.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Rachel said, putting on her best show-woman's voice and drawing the attention back to her. "I hope you've enjoyed your evening and thank you for coming to see the power of hypnosis unfold before your very eyes. Good night!"
Max, Kate and Victoria were speechless. As the crowd made for the exits, some of their number still jeering on their way out, Chloe raised them a middle finger and shuffled over to Rachel.
"Uh, thanks for clearing out the pipes, Rachel." Chloe said, doing her best to be upbeat about the situation. She still hadn't processed just quite what she had gone through, but she was glad that Rachel's performance had been a success.
"I should thank you." Rachel beamed at them. "I couldn't ask for a better group of volunteers."
"I guess we didn't really know what we signed up for." Max said.
"About that...." Rachel murmured, losing the confidence in her voice somewhat. "I'm pretty new at this, so there may bee some lingering effects. Most of you should be able to avoid them, but well..... B!"
ppppprrrrbbbLLLPPPPPTTTTT!!!!
A duck quack came from Victoria's backside, and with it a worryingly large stain that was visible through her pants. She jumped in surprise from her own fart, but her shame was quickly replaced with anger directed at the one responsible for turning her into laughing stock that would fart on command.
"B!" Rachel said again. "B!"
Victoria farted two more times, each one louder and damper than the last. The back of her pants were soon drenched into odorous stains from her gas, and the stink she was producing was enough to make them all gag.
"You can't just do this to me!" Victoria yelled indignantly. "I am Victoria Chase and you will...."
No one ever found out exactly what Victoria would do. Rachel just stared her down, and when she had enough, she snapped her fingers and returned the princess of Blackwell Academy back to the drooling state she had been a few moments prior.
"That is awesome!" Chloe exclaimed, waving her hand in front of Victoria's blank face to no response.
After being assured that Victoria would recover in a few short hours, the rest of the group went to go; making sure to turn the lights off before the left.
"Goodnight, Victoria."
-----
As their luck would have it, Rachel's confidence that none of the others would be affected too much by their lingering triggers proved to be unfounded. The crowd had quickly deduced what their triggers had been, and they had hounded all four of the girls throughout the next two weeks, making them fart at will.
None of them could enjoy a moments peace without some jackass coming up to them with a trigger word or a flash of a bulb to send them into a series of uncontrollable farts. All of their reputations had been forever changed. No matter what their status before, they were all now known as the fart girls of Blackwell Academy. Even Chloe, who had been expelled years ago.
Rachel had watched as her friends (and Victoria) had been tormented with their gas flow in the control of others. It had been fun on stage, but she saw the real world effects and wanted to make things up to them.
After a few weeks of being gassy almost constantly at the whims of their classmates, Max and the others had been summoned by Rachel to a meeting in a currently disused classroom. Inside, they found Rachel. But she wasn't alone. Dana, Stella, Taylor, Samantha, Steph, Juliet and Courtney were all seated in there with her; cramming pretty much the entirety of the women's dorm into this one room.
"What are we doing here, Rachel?" Max asked.
"Haven't you done enough damage?" Victoria said, her voice tinged with spite.
"I'm really sorry about everything. I didn't think this would happen." Rachel said, her voice soft as she apologized to them. "But I want to make it up to you. And everyone wants to help."
"What do you mean, Rachel?" Chloe asked.
"I don't think I can remove the trigger from each of you." Rachel explained. "It may be with you forever. But I can spread some.... equality."
The gathering of girls in the room started to look nervous as Rachel spoke, but none of them had any idea what Rachel was talking about.
"I don't get it." Kate said quietly.
"It's simple. Just watch." Rachel told her. "Butterfly!"
A concentrated earthquake went off in the classroom as the assembled girls all farted at once. Max watched in awe as Samantha almost sharted, Juliet nearly blew a hole though her pants, Courtney broke wind, and all of the other seated girls just exploded with an incredible display of booty bombs. It didn't look like any of them had expected to be blasting ass, and they were all thoroughly embarrassed by their bodily reactions.
Rachel spoke again, and this time all of the seated girls opted to give mercy to their chairs and instead leaned to the side and pointed their butts so that they all farted at the four stunned newcomers. The door rattled from the force of so many powerful farts, and Max, Kate, Victoria and Chloe were all smothered in a wave of stink so thick that it was almost visible to the naked eye.
They were so busy being barraged by their classmate's fart, that they almost didn't notice that Rachel herself was no exception. She too had bent over and let loose a fart loud enough to rival a canon. It hit Chloe squarely in the chest, but the smell quickly rose to fester in her nose too.
"What do you think?" Rachel asked them. "If you guys can't stop farting...."
"Then none of us can." Max finished. "That's strangely thoughtful."
"We stink so bad!" Stella complained, wafting her own stink away from her.
"I didn't sign up for this!" Courtney cried.
All of the flatulent girls turned to look at Rachel, who returned their glare with a natural confidence. "I know none of you chose this, but how about a little solidarity between us girls?" Rachel said, walking along the line of desks and getting coated in the residual stink. "I gathered everyone here earlier and put them under as I implanted a trigger into each of them. None of them remember because, well hypnosis can be tricky like that."
"So every girl at Blackwell is primed to fart on command?" Max asked.
"That's right." Rachel answered simply.
As the rest of them spoke, Juliet got into an argument with Steph. She complained that Steph had deliberately directed her butt so that she was directly in the firing line of her farts.
"Thanks, Rachel." Chloe said, ignoring the arguing fart girls. "This was really cool of you to do."
"It's the least I can do." Rachel replied, taking Chloe's hand in her own. "Besides, when else am I going to find a use for self hypnosis? Helping a friend is the best cause there is. Even if it means we're all just prolific farters now."
"Hmmph." Victoria huffed. "I think we're going to need a few more butterflies before we're even."
At Victoria's words, the entire room of newly fart triggered converts blasted their asses. Filling the room with so much toxic stink that it seeped under the doors and caused the entire floor to be evacuated. Blackwell was never the same after that.
And neither were they.