By: captainwho88
Though it was common these days for Jill Valentine to wake up in a state of confusion, it was nevertheless always a terrifying experience up until she remembers where she was. Jill had been taking all sorts of anti-anxiety medication and melatonin supplements to help ease her off to sleep, but they never quite worked. It is for these reasons that Jill reluctantly resigned herself to waking up in fear every time she finishes resting. After all, the fear would only last a couple of seconds at most until she realized she was actually safe.
This time was different, however. Jill woke up in a panic like usual, but when Jill was unable to identify her surroundings as quickly as she had grown used to, her heart began to beat faster and faster as the feeling of dread began to spread through her. Immediately, she could tell something was wrong this time.
This was not her apartment. In fact, this wasn't any location of the likes she had ever seen before. The room she was in was a brightly lit cube. Four white walls, a ceiling, and a floor. Jill surprisingly found herself wishing she had woken up in a creepy location like the Spencer Estate; At least then she could happily delude herself into thinking this was just a nightmare. But why would she ever dream about a featureless room like this? The unremarkability of the room proved this was reality.
The only familiar thing her senses could latch onto was the stench she had always associated with her apartment flat, but what was really the smell of her abominable gas. If anyone else had woken up to this stench, they would have assumed they had a little accident while they were snoozing. But to Jill, it was just further proof that she was indeed living in reality, as her trademark sandwich smelling farts lingered over her like a deadly aura that could not be seen, only smelled.
Desperately wishing she had slept for a bit longer so she wouldn't have to face the horrific truth that she was likely in danger again, Jill pushed out her first fart since waking up, the same way a more graceful person would yawn.
Coincidentally, this fart almost sounded like a yawn.
BRrraaaawwwwwwwppp!!
Jill was lying on her back, but her waist was twisted so that her hips were lying on their side; a position only a flexible woman could stand to remain in for extended periods, let alone sleep in. As she groggily stared at the ceiling, this 5 second fart oozed out of her behind. The resistance Jill felt releasing this fart alerted her to the fact that she was wearing jeans. Normally, she would sleep in her underwear.
"Huh, so I guess I was going somewhere when I was brought here..." Jill muttered to herself, slowly trying to remember just how the hell she got here.
"Finally, our gassy sleeping beauty awakes," an unfamiliar, gruffy female voice spat. "I was beginning to think she was dead, and all those farts were just the body depressurizing."
"C'mon, don't be nasty." A more feminine, yet equally unfamiliar voice replied.
"Hey, isn't anyone going to help her up?" A man's voice said, just as the owner of this voice placed his hand on Jill's shoulder. "Rise and shine, we've got a situation here."
"Jill's eyes adjusted to the bright light, and only now did she realize there were people squatting in the corners of this box-like room. The man who nudged her awake looked vaguely familiar, with his muscular build and his dark skin.
"Wh-where am I?" Jill asked, rubbing her eyes. "And... why do I know you?"
"Ah, you know me?" The man questioned. "Are you sure? I think I'd remember if I met someone like you."
"Yeah, her smell alone would be unforgettable." The original voice said in a tone of disgust.
Jill turned to face this voice, only to be met with another familiar face. It was at this point that it hit her.
"Y-You're...!" Jill began, kicking her legs to swing herself up onto her behind. "You're the woman from my research!"
"I'm the what?"
"The missing people-" Jill looked at the rest of the people in the room, and her voice grew more excited. "You're all the people I've been searching for! January Van Sant... Valerie Harmon... And you're Tyrone Henry!"
"Why does she know your names...?" A new voice asked. This kid was named Martin, Jill was sure of it. Whether this was a sign of good luck or bad luck, Jill miraculously found herself in a room with every single person she had been trying to locate for weeks. It was at this point that her memories came back to her, filling up her brain the same way a particularly nasty bubble of gas was now filling her rectum.
Too flabbergasted to even consider warning Tyrone (who was dangerously close to the blast zone) Jill unconsciously lifted her bum towards him as memories of Brad Vickers flashed through her mind. That night in her apartment, Brad had come over with some pizza, and she had filled him in on all of her research. That evening ended with the two of them heading out into the night, searching for where the missing people might have ended up. The last thing she remembered was shouting Brad's name in excitement as she found a secret passageway in a dark alley-
BRUMP--BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP!!!
"Jesus Christ lady, are you unwell?" Tyrone shouted, as he dove across the room to the nearest corner as if his life depended on it. It was this exclamation, followed by the whimpers of the others around the room, that brought Jill back to her senses. The fart itself barely registered to her, as it was so perfectly run of the mill for her these days, if not a bit louder and forceful than usual.
"Oh, shit! Sorry, I didn't mean to fart, honest!" Jill said, getting to her feet. "I was just connecting some dots in my head... listen, do any of you know a man named Brad Vickers?"
There were murmurs around the room. Nobody seemed to have an answer.
"Great... where the hell is he..." Jill muttered. "Actually... where are we??"
"That's what we've been trying to figure out!" Jan shouted. "We all woke up in here with no memory of how we got here!"
"Personally, I think it's aliens." Samuel exclaimed. Jill wouldn't have recognized him if it weren't for his letterman jacket, as he seemed to have fashioned himself a cloth mask that was covering his mouth and nose. This look, Jill noticed, was getting increasingly common on those who spend a lot of time around her these days. Jesus, maybe I should focus on finding medicine to fix my gassiness instead of my anxiety... Jill thought to herself, as she was suddenly hit with a wave of embarrassment over the realization these people have been trapped in this room with her for who knows how long while she let it rip in her sleep. Jill never knew how much she farted in her sleep, since she was... Y'know, asleep, but it must have been a whole lot considering these people have split themselves into each corner of the room, as far as possible from the center in which she had been lying.
"Don't be stupid Sam, if it were aliens they would have already harvested our organs." Martin replied. Jill now noticed he had what looked like twisted up tissue rammed into his nostrils. Jill stepped backwards with her hands covering her butt crack (Or covering as much as she could with only two hands), visibly embarrassed about how miserable everyone looked due to the smell she had baked and delivered while she slept. The only person here who didn't looked repulsed was a girl Jill recognized as Becca. Considering Becca worked on a farm for most of her life, presumably around tons of cow manure, Jill did not find her being unaffected too comforting.
"Well, whatever happened to us..." Valarie began, "This lady is our last shot at figuring things out... How do you know who we are? Who are you?"
Jill, with her huge obsession with Umbrella, launched into a tirade about everything she uncovered about Umbrella, sparing no thought to the fact that what she might say would seriously freak out the captives. She explained everything to them, just as she explained everything to Brad. About how they all went missing under mysterious circumstances, and about how she set out to locate them, only to get captured herself...
Jill eased into her ramblings like it was a comfort; the way a frightened child would suck on their thumb. She eased into her ramblings so well, that she of course didn't notice that she had begun farting again. A lot.
Disgusted but unwilling to interrupt Jill's flow of integral information, the captives strained to take in all of this information while resisting the urge to cry out in protest of Jill's windbag of a tush. Jill was talking out of both ends like mad, stopping her speech only to catch a breath or to push out a particularly stubborn fart.
It was only when Jill finished her story and saw Martin desperately fumbling for his inhaler that she realized what her butt had been doing, unbeknownst to her.
Struck once again by a wave of embarrassment, she cut her current fart short (She had no idea how long she had been ripping it) and began to apologize profusely.
"I'm so sorry guys!" Jill began, pressing her butt against the back wall as if this would help plug it shut. "Ever since that mansion incident, I've been extremely gassy! I can't help it!"
"Ugh, we've noticed!" Jan groaned, waving her hand over her face so adamantly that it looked like she was slapping an invisible ghost. "But why the fuck does it smell so bad? Even for so many farts, this is unbearable!"
"I don't know... Trust me, I wish I did." Jill responded. This was the truth. Jill had constantly wondered to herself just what it was that made her farts so unnaturally grotesque in smell, but she had no idea what it was. Her only explanation was that she was just born with the natural ability to produce terrifically horrendous farts. "It's actually kind of funny, because my bad farts - Well, they're all bad, so I guess my worst farts - tend to smell like different kinds of sandwiches, and one of my nicknames used to be Jill Sandwich! Interesting, huh?"
"Yeah. Real fuckin' interesting." Jan replied, exuding so much sarcasm that Jill felt slightly offended despite knowing she shouldn't.
"I think that last fart was tuna and mayonnaise..." Valarie said, clearly disgusted but eager to share her assessment nonetheless.
"Sounds right," Jill agreed. "Though I think maybe there was a hint of garlic, too-"
"Enough 'bout farts and all that crap!" Becca finally spoke up. "Need I remind y'all we gotta find a way outta this place?"
"How?" Martin began, clutching his inhaler as if it would protect him from monsters. (Jill felt another pang of remorse when she observed this behavior). "This isn't exactly a huge room, and it's a perfect cube!"
"Well, we got in here somehow!" Tyrone said, bravely leaving his corner of the room to examine the floors and ceiling. "You said your name was Jill, right? Don't you have experience with Umbrella and their messed up experiments?"
"Y-yeah, but I mean... If I were to guess, this is some sort of prison."
"Prison! Why the Hell would I be here, then? I never did anything illegal! And I sure as shit did nothing to piss off Umbrella!"
"Whatever we are here for, it can't be good! Umbrella likes to use human beings as test subjects, and if we don't get our of here soon, I think we might in for a fate worse than death!" Jill exclaimed, shocked that despite her worst fears coming true, she was still able to function and take charge.
"Fate worse than death, huh...?" Jan began. "I think being locked in here with you for an eternity might just be Hell on Earth! I mean, holy fuck that reeks, are you still farting?"
Jan shot a look that could kill at Jill, just as Jill realized that her butt had been growing unusually hot as it was pressed against the wall. Like a laptop heating up from overuse, Jill's derriere had warmed up as a steady wind of flatulence silently crept from her ass crack. For the upteenth time in a row, Jill had been farting without realizing it. Farting had practically become synonymous with breathing at this point for Jill. Simply being meant that she would no doubt be ripping ass, and Jill was finding it exceptionally difficult to consciously stop herself from doing it. Of course, it didn't help that she was passing an SBD. If Jill didn't know any better, she would have believed her gas was adapting to the fact that Jill was now trying to curb her farting habits, and had found a way to covertly escape from her bowels and cause more destruction.
Like a chain reaction, the individuals further from Jill began to show signs of smelling the abhorrent stench of Jill's SBD. One by one, there faces contorted into shock followed by disgust as the stench crept through the room like a slow but deadly toxic gas. This SBD smelled like a demented concoction of garlic bread, cheese, and eggs. It was incredibly exuberant and fresh, and the stench was enough to make Jill's mouth grow dry as she suppressed the urge to retch.
"Can we please do something about her?" Sam hoarsely cried, using his hands to press his makeshift mask against his face. "I'll knock her out, if I have to!"
"N-no, I get even gassier when I'm unconscious!" Jill said in a desperate effort to save her skin. "Seriously, I gassed out an entire hospital wing when they put me under once!" Jill lied.
Whether or not it was true she was gassier when unconscious, Jill could only guess. Considering her butt seemed to have a mind of it's own, Jill wouldn't be surprised if it was true. Jill had the unsettling feeling that if she were to lose consciousness, even more than when she was sleeping, she'd be giving her raunchy, sadistic behind the freedom to rip ass like there was no tomorrow.
"We aren't knocking her out!" Tyrone shouted. "But... Even so, I think we might want to put some distance between ourselves and her. No offense, Jill, but can you take that corner over there?"
Tyrone pointed to the corner opposite of the one the rest of the group was now clamoring towards. Jill obliged, silently cursing her absurdly crude flatulence and her traitorous ass that seemed to be disobeying the simple order of holding itself shut.
Jesus, it's like my butt needs to be farting in order to remain content... Jill thought, steadily getting more and more disturbed by the fact that she was starting to view her own butt as a separate entity. Jesus, I might as well give my ass its own name at this point! Jill joked to herself, as she squatted down in her designated corner, her ass cheeks resting on her heels. This time, she was determined to keep her gas held in. She never once during this entire predicament felt as though she had too much gas to hold in. She was simply letting the farts fly through sheer accident. Well, not anymore! Jill thought, determined not to trouble these innocent people anymore than she already has, and to prove to herself she was still in control of her own behind.
"Look, I'm a firefighter." Tryone declared.
"Yippe for you." Jan monotonously said.
"No, I mean, I know a thing or two about enclosed spaces." Tyrone continued. "A space this small... Well, let's just say I'm surprised we can still breathe this well after Jill's... well, toots."
"Toots!?" Martin exclaimed incredulously. "If those were mere toots, I'm Nikola Tesla!"
Jill blushed, both due to further embarrassment and the pathetic attempt on Tyrone's part to downplay her horrible gas.
"What we call it doesn't matter," Tyrone said with mounting annoyance. "My point is, there is definitely some airflow in this room. Otherwise, we would have passed out from oxygen deprivation before Jill even woke up."
What the fuck? Just how many times did I fart before waking up? Jill thought to herself, before remembering that the room already smelled like her apartment did before waking. Now, to Jill's dismay, it smelled even worse than her Apartment ever did. Whether it's because her last few farts have been record breaking in terms of stink, or because the airflow wasn't quite as strong, whose to say? Either way, Jill was beginning to fear what she was capable of.
Suddenly feeling more pressure than ever not to fart again, Jill redoubled her efforts in holding her ass cheeks closed, despite knowing it might've been redundant. As Tyrone continued to talk, Jill kept occasionally patting her bum as if making sure no SBD's were sneaking out. Fool me once... Jill thought to herself.
"If we can find where the fresh air is coming from, then we'll know which part of this room is structurally the weakest."
"Whoever put us in here would have thought about this, genius." Jan began.
"No, I don't think so." Valarie said as she lifted a finger and pointed at Jill. "Our kidnapper probably never expected one of us to be a fart monster!"
"Hey, I can hear you!" Jill shouted, but quickly went quiet at the realization that she had almost - almost - farted again. That particular fart made a fucking dash for it it seemed, because Jill fell from her squatting position and onto her rump as she fought the fart back like it was an angry mutt. Shit, that was close! Why did that gas bubble have to make its push right when I felt a bit angry!?
Feeling as though her own ass was an enemy at this point, Jill planted her butt firmly in the corner of the room, eager to prevent it from releasing any more gas.
Jill's brief struggle in holding back a fart didn't seem to go unnoticed, as the tension in the room suddenly ticked upward. Everyone cringed in preparation for another fart. Everyone, that is, except Tyrone.
"No no, Valarie has a point! In fact, that's our answer!" Tyrone said with jubilation, just as Becca cut him off: "I see! The more it smells in here, the more easily we can find an exit!"
"I hope you're not suggesting we let Jill stink the place up," Jan said in a bewildered tone. "Because I think I'd rather rot in here for a few more days than to have Jill releasing an entire Subway's worth of sandwiches in gas form for me to breathe in."
Jill quietly chuckled at Jan's comment, and then felt a flicker of simultaneous pride and fear over the fact that - if she really did let her ass toot to its heart's content - she probably could release a fart for each sandwich in a Sub restaurant's menu, even matching the smell of the sub's ingredients to a T.
And then, just as this feeling passed, Jill's gut rumbled angrily, as if the possibility that Tyrone was going to suggest Jill should continue farting excited it. Jill began to lift her ass cheek unconsciously, but Jill quickly noticed and lowered it again, somehow breaking a habit she had built up for months on end. Bad girl! Jill thought towards her devilish rump. No farting!
"That's exactly what I'm suggesting!" Tyrone cried. "C'mon, team! If we find the ventilation, we find an escape route!"
"Finding the exit isn't worth it if it kill us." Martin said seriously.
"Oh come on, my farts aren't deadly!" Jill said, wondering it this was 100% true. "I mean, maaaybe if someone was already dying... Or maaaybe if I had a few really good hours of gas... Or if the room was small enough... Or if I released one of my really nasty ones... Or if there was an open flame nearby... Or if I was sitting on someone's face... Or if I dutch oven-ed someone... Or-" Jill stopped herself, realizing she was beginning to freak people out. "But- no! my farts can't kill! Worst they've ever done was make a few people vomit!"
"You're farts made people vomit?" Becca asked, seriously intrigued. "They must have been weaklings! I'd love to see them shoveling manure!"
"Well, they were all eating at the time..." Jill continued, looking back on a vivid memory. "And I do admit, that was a really nasty fart..."
"Wait, it was just one fart that made them all vomit!?" Sam shouted. "Then there's no way I want her farting up a storm in here! Not with me in it!"
Whether it was Sam's defiance, the surge of gas in her gut, or the hope of actually escaping, something stirred Jill into action. She leapt to her feet, stood next to Tyrone, and spoke: "Hey, the only reason I'm here in the first place is because I came to rescue your asses, or did you forget that detail??"
The naysayers glanced at each other with frustration; They knew Jill had a point.
"And now that we've finally got an opportunity to escape, you're all gonna chicken out? Just because you don't want to smell my farts!?"
"Hey, you're farts aren't exactly a walk in the park, lady-" Sam began.
"You think whatever Umbrella has planned for us will be a walk in the park!?" Jill yelled. "Think again! They'll probably have you begging to come back here and sniff my big, smelly ass while I fart all day long!"
"I think i just threw up in my mouth a little..." Jan said while miming gags.
"You think I'm joking?" Jill said. "Getting smothered by my gassy-ass would be a blessing compared to what I've seen Umbrella do to some people!"
"Okay, fine!" Jan screamed. "Just please, stop talking about your fucking butt!"
"Anyone else want to object?" Jill said, glaring at each and every person with the most intimidating look she could muster. Nobody spoke.
"Alright, then. Time to deploy operation Jill Sandwich!" Tyrone said, winking at Jill. "Everybody, spread around the room. Jill, stand right here in the center. I want you to fart, I mean, if you can-"
"Oh, I can." Jill said confidently, raising an eyebrow. "It's easy to fart on command when you're this gassy."
"G-good okay... and then I want us all to search for the spot in the room that smells the freshest. Don't be afraid to press your nose to the floor, or get on your tippy toes and smell the ceiling. Everyone ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be..." Martin said, clenching his inhaler so hard it looked like it might break.
"Alright then. Jill, whenever you're read- Oh my fuck, you've already started, haven't you? JESUS...!!!"
Tyrone, being the closest to Jill, recoiled as the SBD knocked him down a peg from his leadership position. Jill, feeling more relief than she would have ever expected, gave an almost drunk-like grin as she nodded, confirming that she was way ahead of Tyrone and had already been in the process of releasing one of the most vile farts of her life. The look of joyful, blissful, euphoric relief on Jill's face perfectly contrasted with the look of horror and revulsion on Tyrone's - and soon the rest of the group's - as the seat of Jill's pants grew hotter and hotter as the malicious, windy, veggie sandwich smelling fart filled the room in mere seconds. It was the perfect fart for a plan like this, as the uniform stink contaminated every square inch of the place.
Despite the room having no draft, Jill's short hair bobbed and swayed subtly and majestically as the aura of this raunchy fart passed outward from her plump butt. Jill was so pleased with the sensation of passing this SBD, that she forgot to count how long she was actually releasing it for. She barely noticed the sounds of coughing, gagging, and foul language firing off around the room as the group investigated for any semblance of fresh, untainted air.
Due to the force of habit, Jill ceased farting after she received her fill of relief. Fuck, that felt good! She thought to herself, before realizing that the only reason she was allowed to release that monster of a fart was because it would help them all escape. Remembering this crucial fact, Jill shook her head as if to wake herself from a trance. I'm no longer farting for just myself! I've got some innocent lives to save! Alright, butt... do your worst!!!
As if to resign to her almighty, infinitely gassy behind's whim, Jill put her hands on her knees, bowed her head, and stuck her butt outward as she assumed the optimal position for farting while standing up. Boots planted firmly on the ground, she made her mind go blank as fart after fart after fart began to fly.
BBRROOOOOOOOOP!!!
Bbbbbbbprlprlrplrprptptpttt!!!
BBBBRAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!
Pppprpfpt--! Praaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!!!!
BRMMMMRMFTPPT!!
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMPPPTTT!!!
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPTTTT!!!
The sound of shuffling footsteps was drowned out by the massive, nuclear bombs from Jill's ass. The sounds of her fart reverberated through out the room, rattling pipes and ventilation that the group otherwise would have no idea existed within the walls. If the group didn't know any better, they would have guessed the room was built to vibrate for some unknown reason. But, to all of their disgust, (Even Jill, to an extent), the vibrations were 100% due entirely to Jill's rambunctious, restless booty.
The stench of Jill's non-stop farts shot upward out the back of her pants through the course of least resistance, and therefore a highly offensive blast of fried egg sandwich smelling particles shut up into Jill's nose from the opening of her shirt. Jill had been trying to keep her mind blank and give her asshole free reign over passing gas, but this abhorrent smell snapped Jill back into vivid consciousness, and she clenched her ever vibrating ass cheeks closed in an attempt to save not the others, but herself from the corrosive fumes that have invaded every inch of her body and clothes. Despite holding back towards the end, Jill realized what an unadulterated mistake it was to completely let loose like that without thinking of the consequences.
"G-guys... Hrnng... I think I'm gonna vomit..." Jill admitted, shocking everyone. She seriously fought to keep down her lunch as she tugged at the collar of her shirt, vacating the horrific smells that had built up under her shirt. Every tug was like a fresh wave of stink had crashed over her with subtlety of a sledgehammer, but better to let it all air out now than have it fester against her sweating skin.
Her eyes were bloodshot and wet as she jogged towards the perimeter of the room, in a vain attempt to escape the smell that has ingrained itself onto her.
"Don't come over here...!" Jan shouted as Jill approached. "If you vomit, I'm gonna vomit, and my vomit tends to be projectile, so...!"
"Urk... Please stop talking about vomit or I'm gonna...hurk..." Sam mumbled.
Valarie, who was right next to Jan, seemed to be struck silent. After a few moments of everyone gasping for air and gagging, however, Valarie finally spoke up.
"Guys..." She began timidly. "Either my nose finally broke, or... I sense some fresh air over by this part of the floor...!"
Like a stampede, everybody in the room rushed to the spot Valarie was talking about. Jan reached her first, and crouched beside her. Jill arrived second, and got onto all fours to examined the floor. Martin was about to crouch down beside Jill, only for Sam to inadvertently push him off course like the quarterback star he is and send him slamming onto Jill's back with a loud thud.
"Gowch!" Jill cried.
BOMFFPT!! Jill's ass cried soon after.
Becca, who up until this point shrugged off Jill's flatulence, had the misfortune of stupidly placing her head near Jill's ass to examine the floor, and she broke out into a collection of coughs. Jill felt bad for letting one drop right there on Becca's face, but she nonetheless felt like she managed a fantastic achievement by finally getting Becca to react. My ass smells worse than cow shit, huh...? Jill thought to herself with a grin.
When the burnt toast-like smell finally hit Jill, it did smell awful, but not as awful as she would expect... And that was because, just like Valarie had said, fresh air seemed to be emanating from the ground in this area in such a way that you couldn't even feel a breeze.
"Right here, Tyrone! There must be a vent here!" Jill exclaimed. "Maybe we can pry it op-"
"HUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHH!!!"
*CRASH*
With an animalistic roar, Jan stomped on the ground with force Jill would equate to that of a Tyrant's. The tiles bent and twisted, revealing a crawlspace large enough to barely fit in underneath.
"Jesus Christ, Jan!" Tyrone croaked.
"What?" Jan said. "I just... can't stand this smell anymore!"
With that, Jan started shoving the debris out of the way, and obnoxiously shoved her butt towards Jill in an attempt to crawl into the vent, which was now filling the room with fresh air.
"Ugh, get your butt out of my face!" Jill shouted. "I'm going first!"
"Like hell you are! You can sit and suffer in the stench your butt made, while we get the hell out of here!"
"I don't think so! Who knows what's waiting for us on the other side of those vents?" Jill argued. "I've got the most combat experience. I'm going first!"
With those words, Jill grabbed Jan's waist and pulled her backward. Jan cursed as Jill began climbing into the vent head first. She was delighted to find the vent was roomy enough for even the biggest members of their group to crawl through, though she would have to remain on all fours in order to navigate.
The vents began to rattle as more and more people climbed inside. The vents clearly reached past the edges of the room they were just in, which filled Jill's heart with hope. And, as the gentle ventilation winds brushed their faces, Jill's rectum filled with a fresh batch of air.
"Heads up back there, I'd hold my breath if I were you." Jill warned in a half-assed manner, as she let rip the very next moment without restraint. She considered holding it in, but she figured the constant breeze of fresh air overhead would spare her companions from the worst of her fart.
Not only was she wrong, her fart was tremendously larger than she expected.
POFT--BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMPPTTT!!!
Poor Jan watched as Jill's caboose seemed to slightly inflate as her pants exploded with gas. And then, before she could brace for impact, the gentle breeze of fresh air transformed into the Winds of Death. Despite the vents being somewhat roomy for a crawlspace, the entirety of it's airflow seemed to be replaced with the odoriferous smell of a sausage egg and cheese sandwich. This terrible odor seemed to force its way into Jan's open mouth, in which she was forced to swallow a gulp of poisonous ass wind courtesy of Jill Valentine. The sensation was almost as bad as the smell, and her subsequent retching seemed to echo behind her as the rest of the group was crumbling beneath the weight of Jill's fart.
Jill, who hadn't stopped crawling forward, only detected a hint of this fart's power as the vents carried the gas down away from her. The very fact that she could smell this fart at all was impressive beyond belief, as the rogue particles that reached her nose would have had to have fought against the vent's currents.
"J-Jill, wait up!" Tyrone yelled. "We're dying back here...!"
"Ah.. ha ha..." Jill laughed awkwardly. "S-sorry, that was a bit bigger than I expected..."
Jill stopped and turned her head to look back behind her. The sight was humorous, but again made her feel guilty. Just beyond her fat, round rear end were her friends, all shaking and gasping for air like fish out of water.
"I'm no Doctor, but..." Valarie began between ragged breaths. "I don't think the average Human being is naturally capable of emitting smells like this...!!"
"I'm... not really average." Jill said, remaining on all fours and looking behind her as her friends caught up.
"Ugh... Well, at least we aren't still in that stagnant room." Jan said. "It's already starting to smell better thanks to the airflow... Hey, keep it moving, will ya? I don't wanna be any closer to your butt than I have to be!"
"Alright alright, but next time take my warning seriously!" Jill said as she began to crawl forward once again, her butt wiggling with each step.
"That was such a shit warning!" Jan yelled. "I barely had time to understand what you said before there was a fucking explosion. Have some compassion for us folks down wind of you!"
"Hey, you're in the danger zone back there, alright?" Jill said, as she noticed the vents growing narrower. "You're lucky I even went out of my way to warn you at all! I could have just let it rip!"
Jan was about to retort, but stopped when she noticed Jill lowering her head as she kept crawled, flexing her ass outward, somehow making it look even larger than it already did. Fuck, I'm gonna have nightmares about that thing. Jan thought to herself, bracing for impact. Jan's eyes were trained right at Jill's canyon-like ass crack, unblinking. If that thing shows any signs of unnatural movement, I'm diving for cover ASAP! Jan thought ominously to herself.
Soon, she understood why Jill had ducked. The vent really was growing narrower, and to everyone's dismay, they were soon army crawling their way through the vents. Jan, while annoyed with Jill for insisting on going first, was beginning to appreciate the effort Jill seemed to be going through in holding in any more farts. They crawled for ten minutes since the first fart, and the only sign of flatulence from Jill since then was the occasional whiff of shit or broccoli or some other miscellaneous sandwich ingredient. Jan even smelled peanutbutter at on point, leading her to believe they were almost out of the vents and entering some sort of shop, only for the smell of shit to convince her that - somehow - Jill had just produced a fart that smelled remarkably like a peanutbutter sandwich.
How the FUCK she's capable of producing smells like that, I have NO idea. Jan thought to herself in exasperation. What's next? Nutella scented farts?
Jan laughed at this thought, only to have her chin crash into Jill's boot as Jill came to a halt.
"What's the hold up?" Jan shouted, trying to get a glance at what lie ahead. Now that they were all crawling on their stomachs, however, it was impossible for Jan to see past Jill's muscular thighs and mountainous behind. Good Lord, Jan thought. Those things are the size of basketballs!
"I've reached the end of the vent! There's a grate!" Jill's muffled shout rang out.
"Punch that shit open!" Sam yelled from behind Jan. Jan had almost forgotten he was there, and suddenly felt embarrassed about the view she must have been giving him the entire time.
"It looks loose, I'll try!" Jill responded.
One moment later, Jill's lowerbody began to shake to and fro as Jill began to punch the grate. Jan was so mesmerized by the amount of jiggling she was witnessing from Jill's lower body that she failed to detect the cracking sound of Jill's toots, only for the smell of cinnamon, butter, pickles, and shit to smack her back into cruel reality.
BRWCK! BROPP!! PWICK! PROOPRT! BRAP! BRAP! BRAAP! BRAAAP! BRAAAAP! BRAAAAAP! BRAAAAAAP!! BRAAAAAAAP!!!
The farts of growing power and length synced with each tremble of Jill's behind as she pounded away at the grate. Evidently, Jill once again failed to realize she was subjecting the group to vile torrents of gas as she pounded away. This time, with much less air availability, Jan reached forward past Jills swaying boots and started smacking Jill's legs in an attempt to get her to stop.
"Stop it Jill! Don't kill us all when we are this close!"
The sound of an inhaler barely registered in Jan's ear as a loud clank signified the busting open of the grate. Sweet Jesus, freedom at last!
With an awkward shuffling sound, Jill wriggled her way forward, slowly, slowly. The musty scent of Jill's behind in general had totally encompassed the passageway, mixing with her latest farts to create a lingering odor that made Jan's head go fuzzy.
Jill's head emerged from the vent, and then her arms, and then with a barely audible creak and a deep moaning sound, all airflow stopped at once. Jill had stopped too, as Jan noticed Jill's massive badonk had plugged the entire ventilation exit. A wave of pure panic enveloped Jan as she noticed just how much larger Jill's butt was compared to the exit her rotund ass needed to fit through. This whole time, Jan saw Jill's ass approach closer and closer to the roof of the narrowing vent, but the final exit seemed to dip down even further, catching Jill at the hips.
"What happened? Why'd the breeze stop?" Tyrone question.
"Uh, guys, we have a problem..." Jan said, not wanting to say what she knew was the truth. "I think Jill's butt is stuck."
"W-what?" Becca asked.
"Her butt is stuck! In fact, her fatty behind completely sealed off the exit!"
"Jan!" Jill's muffled cry sounded out from the other side of her tush. "You gotta push me!"
"You kidding? You're ass is huge!" Jan shouted. "It's so much bigger than the exit, you fucking fatass!"
"It's okay, really!" Jill shouted. "My butt is a lot softer than it looks, I just need you to help me push it through!"
"F-fine, but I'm going to murder you if you fa-"
And just as suddenly as it vanished, the breeze everyone had grown accustomed to while crawling returned. Only this time, it was much, much warmer, and carried with it a smell that could sterilize the nose of an elephant.
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPTTTTTT...
The entire vent shook, causing Jill's companions to bruise their elbows against the metallic lining. Jill's butt jiggled like nobody's fucking business as it became it's very own ventilation unit. It smelled as if someone had ordered the world's largest sub, with every ingredient, ate it, and then shat it out in a public outhouse. The only thing stopping every single person in that vent from vomiting was the knowledge that they would then be forced to crawl through it to escape.
Jill, on the other hand, was staring at the starry night sky outside. she was free, breathing in the freshest air she's experienced all day. This freedom, while she knew her friends had yet to reach it, made her feel relaxed enough to keep ripping this ripe one.
Enough is enough! Jan thought as she bravely crawled over Jill's boots, past her calves, and wedged her hed between the low ceiling and Jill's thighs. She then thrust her hands forward, and with all the strength she could muster, began to press on Jill's farting behemoth of a rear. Jan holding her breath did little to spare her of this earsplitting, eye watering, heat wave inducing fart. Going all or nothing, Jan kicked her legs forward, wedging her face even closer to Jill's butt in an attempt to get a better position in pushing on her ass.
To Jan's surprise, Jill wasn't lying about how soft her butt was. It was very plump and malleable, like one big marshmallow. Pushing so hard she could feel the rock hard muscles underneath the fat, Jan's hands sunk into Jill's meaty mounds as they finally began to squeeze through the opening.
...BBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPRRRPP----BRUUUUUMMMMPTTT!!!
With a popping, cork-like sound, Jill's butt popped through the opening, and as if a pressure valve was turned on, Jill's ass exploded with incredible force as the rest of Jill's fart burst fourth all at once, mercifully blasting a majority of the gas into the fresh air rather than the now unclogged ventilation shaft.
Jill was lying face first in the dirt outside, her ass aimed high in the air as nuclear fallout seemed to be taking place in her pants. Only Jan was privileged to witness Jill's ass at work. The shockwave sent the smell everywhere, including down into the vents, filling the gang's noses with vivid, strong essences of onion, vegetables, mayo, mustard, pickles, peanutbutter, olives, mushrooms, shit, and, perhaps it was just their imagination... Nutella.
Not wasting a single second, the group crawled forth into the fresh air, which just so happened to be towards the source of this horrific smell. As the fart concluded, the surrounding area was extremely quiet. Too quiet, as their ears were still ringing with the sound of Jill's explosion. And then, before anyone could celebrate, that silence was broken.
"My my my, it seems one of you is more... how you say... extraordinary than I could have imagined!" A voice clearly emanating from a nearby intercom said. "This does not matter. In fact, this could be the catalytic element I need to bring Dr. Wesker's experiment to greater heights!"
With a feeling of pure dread seizing everyone's movements, the gates across the courtyard opened up automatically. The voice from the intercom spoke once again.
"Run."