By: captainwho88
Having read the numerous reports, Nicholai Ginovaef couldn't think of anyone better than Jill Valentine to use for his ambitious designs. To think; this young woman - Only in her early 20's - was able to survive in an environment as hostile as the Spencer Estate practically all on her own. If zombies weren't enough, she had to fought giant snakes, massive spiders, genetically engineered B.O.W.s., and even her own traitorous team members.
With the advent of the creation of the G-Virus, Nicholai knew it was finally time to take action. Project Nemesis was well underway, and no sane person would volunteer to help gather combat data on this monster. Not that this mattered to Nicholai; Nobody under the U.B.C.S. except maybe Carlos Oliveira could realistically survive any amount of time with Nemesis on his tail, but he was a valuable pawn to be sacrificed at a later date.
No, the perfect candidate for attaining combat data on Nemesis was clear. Jill Valentine and the other members of S.T.A.R.S... now that's a target worthy of the mighty Nemesis. It was a win-win scenario that Nicholai has been plotting for months now: Either Nemesis wipes out the one organization that poses a threat to Umbrella, or the members of S.T.A.R.S. survive long enough to provide essential data on Nemesis's performance that would be worth billions.
Umbrella or S.T.A.R.S... Nicholai thought to himself. No matter the victor, I stand to gain Everything.
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As far as Jill was concerned these days, sleep was a necessary evil that was to be postponed for as long as humanly possible. Once upon a time Jill Valentine savored the moments she got to sleep; That beautiful span of time between grueling combat training and high stakes operations in which she actually got to turn off her mind and sink into the warm, inky embrace of deep sleep. Unfortunately for Jill, things have changed.
Since that one fateful night at the Spencer Estate, Jill's sleep as been anything but peaceful. If the night terrors weren't enough, her newly developed chronic state of extreme gassiness would keep her up all night long. She never really understood just how rotten her farts have gotten until she was in her apartment bed, nothing to keep her mind occupied as she tried to doze off. It didn't matter that she was exhausted, or underfed, or that she had been farting non-stop for the entire day: The farts just kept coming, blasting her mattress one after the other like tiny explosions under the blankets. Jill found it was utterly impossible to sleep like this, which meant that her sleep schedule was now completely haphazard, consisting of 2 hours of sleep separated by hours of research if she was lucky. But Jill wasn't stupid. She knew sleep was important, especially if she is to keep a clear head whilst investigating the evil Umbrella Corporation and Raccoon city as a whole.
She's tried a number of medications dedicated to alleviating bloatiness or gassiness, but to no avail. Although she knew it was impossible, she almost felt like taking those pills just made her flatulence even worse, as if her own body were trying to rebel against her efforts. She remembered downing a glass of water after taking an antiflatulence dose, and immediately feeling her insides fizz as fart after fart decimated her desk chair. With worthless medicine like that, it's no wonder Umbrella took the lead in the industry!
Which brings Jill to her current dilemma. Yes, she hates Umbrella. Yes, she's trying to destroy their grasp on the city and the world as a whole. BUT... the other sleeping medications just aren't doing the trick. So was it really so bad to turn to the very pharmaceutical giant she sought to destroy?
With bags under her eyes, Jill held a single sleeping pill on the palm of her hands, studying the Umbrella logo imprinted upon the capsule. Fuck it, she thought as she popped the ultra intensive sleeping pill. At this rate, I'll be destroying myself if I don't get some shut eye.
Jill downed the pill, which according to the label was all she needed to take if she wanted to induce a deep, dreamless, uninterrupted sleep for 7 to 9 hours. Up to three pills could be taken under extenuating circumstances. Normally Jill wouldn't resort to such medication, but she was getting desperate. Had there been a choice, she would have tried Umbrella's take on antacid tablets first, but no such product existed.
BBBRRRRRRPPPPTTT!!!
A fart escaped from Jill's ass with no effort from her to push it out. Jill's farting was so inherently automatic at this point that she barely noticed when she was about to blow, regardless of how utterly massive some of her farts were. Her ass was entirely self sufficient when it came to expelling pungent gas, which made it borderline impossible to control. Being reminded of this fact, Jill chuckled to herself softly as the thought occurred to her that even the mighty Umbrella corporation probably couldn't manufacture a cure for her colossal farts.
"I'd probably be the one specimen they couldn't crack!" Jill said to herself, weirdly proudful that that statement was likely true.
While she didn't immediately feel any different after taking the pill, Jill crawled her way onto her mattress to prepare for what would hopefully be her first healthy sleep in months.
Prior to this night, Jill had gotten herself cozy in her bed many times, hoping against hope that this time would be the time she had a decent rest, only for her to wake up soon after in a frenzied panic after having a vague nightmare about zombies. At that point, it was futile trying to get back to sleep as her body was on high alert (And, needless to say, manufacturing farts like some sort of gas factory).
You'd have an easier time falling to sleep on a dance floor.
With her recent fart smelling similar to hummus and cheese, Jill closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. This was especially difficult for her this time because she knew this was really her last hope. If Umbrella's medication couldn't help her sleep, well, nothing could!
Whether hours passed or just a few minutes, Jill didn't know. But she was finally starting to clear her mind and drift away when a sudden loud noise startled her back to the waking world.
BBBLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRPPP!!!
"Urgh, Fuck!!" Jill shouted as her ass functioned as the world's most obnoxious alarm clock. Have you ever jerked awake in bed after experiencing that falling sensation? Well, this was like that except a hundred times worse as Jill's butt quaked and quivered as it loudly roared, shaking her awake more effectively than Brad had ever been capable of during one of his random visits.
"Come on!! I just want to sleep!" Jill cried to no one in particular. "Why can't I stop farting already!?"
Jill was unfazed by her farts while she was working (Hell, a lot of them went unnoticed when she was really deep into things), but it was a different story when it was essential that she be unbothered by anything to sleep.
Jill jumped out of bed at once, frustrated to all hell with her own ass. Jill has seen some fucked up, nasty things during her time in S.T.A.R.S., but the fact that her own butt was easily on the list of disgusting things she's had to put up with infuriated her to no end.
She started toward the bathroom, put paused. You see, on numerous occasions, usually before bed or before having guests, Jill would go to the bathroom not to use the toilet but to try and unload all of her farts at once and empty her tank, in the futile hope that she would get it all out of her system.
Bending herself over the sink, Jill would push out monstrosities of varying ferocity from her ass as the poor bathroom was fumigated by her demonic, sandwich-like stench. That bathroom has been subjugated to some of the nastiest, raunchiest, most vile farts Jill had ever produced, and that's ignoring the times she actually had to nuke the toilet to go number two. Jill would stare at her own reflection in the vibrating mirror above the sink as she farted so many times she lost count. She would, of course, flick on the switch next to the lights that would turn on the ventilation fans. This switch was supposed to be used to vent out all of the steam from a hot shower, but Jill primarily used it so her rank farts wouldn't envelop her whole apartment the moment she opened the door to leave the bathroom. To Jill, her bathroom was functionally the opposite of a safe room. It was a room to escape into to drop the most deadly of her farts (When she miraculously felt one coming before the fact), or when she was experiencing a particularly bad fart attack to spare the rest of her apartment and any guests from suffering.
One moment in particular that stood out in Jill's memory was the night she was able to release some pent up anger by farting in Brad's face. Her gas went on undeterred that night, and even after blasting Brad's face to hell and back, her ass still wouldn't quit. She had to excuse herself to the bathroom, which she was sure Brad was thankful for, just so she could let her butt run its course for a few minutes without having to worry about any consequences. The timing was perfect, as she had immediately starting ripping one that revved on for about five minutes non-stop the moment she shut the door. She remembered Brad's muffled cries of bafflement from the kitchen. To Jill's knowledge, her bathroom had never smelled worse than it did after she dropped that five minute banger.
It was this memory that made Jill pause in this moment. Jill was about to try and unload herself in the bathroom again to aid her sleep, but she paused knowing that her butt would never fully cooperate in emptying itself. That night with Brad, she must have farted dozens of times even after her trip to the bathroom. Again, the crushing realization that she had zero control over her own tooting booty made Jill feel absolutely helpless.
Well fine, fuck it! Jill thought to herself. This counts as extenuating circumstances!!
Jill grabbed the bottle of Umbrella's medicine from the counter, and downed two more pills before slamming the container down on the table. She then promptly launched herself onto her bed after turning off her desk lamp. I'm not moving from this spot until I've fucking slept! Jill thought while pouting. I don't care if I fart 100, 200, or 500 times. I'm gonna get to sleep no matter what!
And with that thought driving her, Jill began snoring not ten minutes later as she entered the deepest sleep of her life.
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Of all of the assignments Hunk had received over the course of his employment with Umbrella, he believed this was by far going to be one of his easiest. He's fought monsters, armies, and spies alike. But planting bugs in a young woman's apartment undetected? What a piece of cake. It's a wonder why Umbrella even ordered him of all people to do this. He appreciated Nicholai recommending him for the job, especially since they typically hated each other's guts, but couldn't they have given him a more important assignment? For instance, there were rumors of S.T.A.R.S. operatives in Europe - Couldn't they just fly him out there to investigate?
But no. Apparently this woman was Jill Valentine, and while Hunk has heard the stories of what she was capable of, he still didn't think keeping her under surveillance was all that pressing of an issue. After all, she'd be pretty stupid to try and undermine Umbrella after all she has been through. She must be some sort of twisted masochist if she starts looking for more trouble.
But alas. Hunk was now parked outside Jill's apartment, waiting for the light from her window to extinguish before sneaking in. I'll just get in and get out. Then maybe I can convince the higher ups to send me to Europe. Hunk thought to himself. This covert operation of keeping tabs on a single, 24 year old woman was just not his style. Where's the danger?
And boom, the light was out. Chances are it will take Jill a while to fall asleep, Hunk knew, but when she does, he'll be there.
Stepping out of the truck, Hunk adjusted the bandit mask over his face. Typically he liked to wear a gas mask, but he needed to travel light and quiet for a mission like this. Besides, he didn't need to worry about his usual protective equipment considering this wasn't a biohazard related mission.
As if it were as easy as walking, Hunk ran silently up toward the apartment building, ran up the side of the wall a few steps before thrusting his legs out and leaping for the fire escape railing just below Jill's window. As impressive of a parkour feat as this was, it was also as silent as a bird landing on the windowsill.
Hunk pulled himself up more easily than he expected, since he was travelling lighter than usual. Crouching in the shadows, he pulled out what looked like a small petri dish that held the microscopic bugs that he was to place all around her apartment. If she was investigating Umbrella in any way shape or form, they needed to know about it. They needed to know how much she knew, and who - if anyone - she was working with.
Now, the moon was low and covered by clouds, so the area was quite dark. And it's not like Hunk could just walk into Jill's apartment and start turning on lights. Foreseeing this obstacle, Hunk pulled out a pair of seemingly normal glasses and put them on. It felt awkward wearing glasses on top of a bandit's mask, but the night vision and heat vision properties of these specs were essential if he wanted to spot the optimal places for his surveillance bugs.
Hunk approached Jill's window, climbing the fire escape slowly. As he did, he heard the unmistakable sound of snoring coming from inside her apartment. Hunk couldn't help but feel impressed at how loud her snoring was, considering the window was closed shut. She must be a heavy sleeper if she snores like that without waking up, Hunk thought. This might be even easier than I expected.
Timing his movements with Jill's jack-hammer like snoring, Hunk slowly opened Jill's window which she thankfully left unlocked. Before Hunk could even peer inside the apartment, a familiar feeling of disgusted dread washed over him as an unidentifiable smell came pouring from Jill's apartment. If Hunk didn't know any better, he would have guessed there was some sort of biohazard on the loose in Jill's apartment.
Fuck! Hunk thought while gagging. Where is that smell coming from? That's bound to wake her up!
Instantly wishing he had brought a gas mask after all, Hunk lowered the window to stop the spew of contaminated air and silently watched Jill through the window. Knowing Jill couldn't spot him from her position without night vision, Hunk hunkered down and decided to wait this out. With a smell like that permeating her room, she was bound to wake up any moment now. That, or stop breathing all together. Hopefully the latter. Jill dying would make things so easy, but when Hunk suggested just killing Jill, Nicholai had objected with all of his might.
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Inside Jill's apartment, things were quiet. Well, between her barbaric snores and incessantly huge farts, that is. It was almost like a repetitious pattern: Three our four loud snores separated by silence, and then a massive, bubbly fart that drowned out the snores entirely. It was like clockwork!
Want a flow chart? Here's a flow chart.
Snore-> Silence -> Snore -> Silence -> Snore -> Massive fart begins -> Snore -> Massive Fart continues -> Snore -> Massive fart ends. Repeat ad nauseum.
The only differences were the consistency and overall nature of each fart. Of course, they were always huge regardless. And when they they technically weren't, they were plentiful to make up for it.
And the best part? Jill was completely and utterly undisturbed. She was sleeping like a baby while her bedroom was bombarded by her foul behind. Now that Jill was practically unconscious, her butt was running rampant like a toddler without a parent to reel them in, tooting to it's heart's content. The "Flatulence Flow Chart" would occasionally be disrupted by an impossibly long fart, or a raunchy chain of smaller farts. Whatever the form Jill's sleepy gas took, one thing was for certain; This ass would not be done farting any time soon. The only sign that Jill was cognizant of her farts would be that she was starting to sweat, but that could easily just be a side effect of the amount of work her body was getting up to manufacturing the horrors her butt was spewing out.
Jill had started her rest lying on her back, farting repeatedly into the mattress, which stifled both the sound and the smell. This helped her fall to sleep more easily. But not too long after dozing off, she had rolled over onto her stomach as if subconsciously giving her ass some more room to breathe. Now, she was farting straight up into the air, her blankets falling by the wayside not too long after assuming this more optimal farting position.
Now, Jill had a tell. Before each fart - Or before each string of farts - Jill would very subtly push her ass out as her stomach roared, as if foreshadowing the even greater roar to come. Sometimes, she would autonomously lift her butt from the mattress or hike a leg up before releasing a trademark abomination. And these were abominations, make no mistake. Since entering this deep sleep, her farts have smelled even more vile than when she was awake by a considerable amount. This was fine, since there was no one to really experience the terrifying smell themselves. Well, at least until the uninvited intruder arrived. Let's get back to him, shall we?
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Two things happened since Hunk started watching Jill from her window that shook him to his core. The first was that Jill was still snoozing like a baby in a mother's arms despite the horrendous smell. The second was the realization that the unidentifiable sound he had been hearing for a few minutes now that sounded not unlike a foghorn had been Jill herself - Or more accurately, her seemingly impossible flatulence.
Hunk couldn't believe his ears, but as they say, seeing is believing.
And Hunk was in the rare and unusual situation of being able to quite literally see Jill's gassiness with his own eyes as the unmistakable sight of hot air flowing from Jill's derriere registered on his thermal vision glasses.
Hunk was baffled. This wasn't a cartoon. Thermal vision lenses, as state of the art as they are, don't typically register something as mild in temperature as a fart. And yet here Jill was, with farts so volatile that they picked up on his visor as though an eruption of boiling gas was exploding from her rear end in continuous intervals, dispersing around the room at an alarming rate before stabilizing in temperature but certainly not in smell.
All of the reports Hunk had read claimed Jill was un-infected. No zombie virus, no genetic alteration, nothing from her experiences at the Spencer Estate. And yet, Hunk couldn't help but think Jill somehow was altered. She had to be! Gas of this caliber was unnatural, end of story. If Jill was somehow able to rip ass naturally like this so casually, Hunk would struggle to call her human.
Yet Umbrella's intel was unparalleled. If that weren't enough, they had S.T.A.R.S.'s intel to go off of as well, which claimed the only thing Jill took back with her from the Manor was PTSD.
Unless those Green Herbs she no doubt gobbled up like her life depended on it gave her a nasty case of chronic gas, there's really no reason Hunk could discern for Jill to be this incorrigibly gassy other than she just... gets gassy.
This thought, coupled with the slight vibrations Hunk could feel out on the fire escape while Jill's asshole erupted forth more hot air, caused Hunk to snap out of his trance. It's clear she wouldn't be waking up any time soon, so now is the time to act.
Come on! I've fought monsters most people wouldn't have even dreamed of! Hunk said, shaking his head. Am I really going to let a woman's farts deter me?
With a burst of motivation, Hunk opened the window all the way, not bothering to time his movements with her snores. Hunk believed he could probably tap dance at the foot of her bed as this point and she wouldn't wake up. Hunk would have found this thought comforting if it weren't for the fact that the lingering smell residing in his nostrils from his first attempt came back in full force.
Of course, he was expecting this, but what he was not expecting was for the odor to - somehow - be quite a bit different from how it had been before. This threw him off, as he once again hesitated for the second time in his entire career. How has the smell evolved and changed this drastically? Hunk thought, beginning to sweat as this new mutation of a smell downright disturbed him.
Learning to ignore any hint of fear within his own mind, Hunk climbed through Jill's window. Hunk considered leaving the window open to let the place air out, but if sound and smell didn't wake Jill, a change in temperature might, especially since her ass is like a damn humidifier. Hunk closed the window, silently cursing as he felt like he was sealing his own coffin. His mask was merely a piece of fabric. Whatever it was doing to filter this satanic, now eggy smell wasn't enough.
After closing the window, Hunk considered turning the lights on too, even if it had a chance of waking Jill, but decided against it. His glasses were doing their job, and while he hated to admit this to himself, a part of him really wanted to keep one eye on Jill's rear end for any signs of... activity.
The very moment Hunk decided not to turn the lights on, a muffled groaning rang in his ears as Jill's stomach bubbled like a jacuzzi. Briefly thinking this was the sound of a fart itself, Hunk took cover behind a corner of the wall as the sound died out after 5 or so seconds. Thinking that was the end of it, Hunk left the safety of his hiding place and examined Jill for any signs of movement. She looked dead asleep still. Hunk's moment of relief was destroyed just one second later however, as he jumped more than he cared to admit when one of the loudest farts Jill had ever produced rang out right beside him.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!
Hunk's vision was suddenly ruined as everything appeared a bright orange, the fumes of Jill's latest outburst filling the room with air hot enough to send a hot air balloon into the stratosphere. Fear, sudden blindness, and the urge to throw up caused Hunk to fall to his knees. It took every once of strength for him not to loudly cough or otherwise wretch, despite knowing that if this fart didn't wake Jill up nothing would.
The smell of steamed vegetables, salami, and onions filled his nose and mouth. Couple that with the fact that he was breathing against the fabric on his face, he suddenly considered the possibility that he'd pass out from a lack of oxygen.
Shame coursed through Hunk's body at the thought of retreating. Retreat? ME? Because of this lady's FARTS?
Hunk stood, and began violently waving at the air to disperse the fumes and fix his vision. To his utter shock, Jill was still fast asleep, a pool of drool now beginning to wet her pillow. He was prepared to kill this chick in self defense had she woken up, but it would seem that's still entirely unnecessary. In his disbelief, Hunk's gaze landed upon the familiar Umbrella logo on the bottle beside her bed.
She's taking sleeping pills! Hunk realizes. I don't know if the pills are giving her insane gas as a side effect, or if she took the pills BECAUSE of her gas, but either way, she's out like a light!
With this revelation, Hunk shifted all of his focus from Jill and her behind to placing the bugs. This is really taking him longer than he expected.
As Hunk began unpeeling the protective layer from the petri dish, he pondered the fact that the first time Jill farted when he entered the room happened to be her largest yet. He had been watching her sleep for quite a while prior to entering, and her farts were varying in strength, but NEVER as huge as that last one. He knew it was just rotten luck, but he couldn't help but feel like her ass had it out for him. As if that massive fart was some sort of defense mechanism for the intruder that he was.
This thought caused him to glance toward Jill once again, just in time to catch her shifting. He froze, worried that she might be waking herself up. Jill, her eyes remaining shut, began to hug a pillow tightly as she wiggled around on her mattress presumably trying to get comfortable - as one sometimes does even when borderline asleep. When it was all said and done, Jill continued snoring as if she had never moved. Hunk was relieved she didn't wake up, but he couldn't help but notice that her butt was now miraculously aimed right at him where he crouched. He flinched upon this realization, and scooted himself to the side a bit as a safety precaution.
With slow, delicate fingers, her pressed onto one of the pods that he would need to place in a strategic spot in the room. After placing the pod, it would dissolve into a colorless, odorless gas leaving behind a video camera that filmed in all directions. This camera would also be invisible to the naked eye. Balancing the pod on his fingertip, Hunk placed the first on Jill's alarm clock, in which it immediately began to dissolve and appear as though nothing were there at all.
As Jill reached her fourth snore since her last fart, Hunk automatically and instinctively braced for what he knew was coming. Jill did not disappoint as a relatively smaller, yet infinitely more bubbly fart ravaged it's way out of her caboose.
BBbbolororrrlrrbrlrobroborborbbblllppppppppttt!!!!
Hunk heaved a bit as he saw the hot air expunged from Jill's asshole. Whether it was the new position she was in or the fact that there was more to this fart than just gas, he was unsure. But the stream of air that came from her asshole this time looked weirdly inconsistent and strained, which assuredly is what caused the insane bubbly nature of this fart. Air came leaking out from all along her ass crack, which Hunk could clearly see illuminated on his thermal specs as this fart toasted up her behind like they were two buns in a hot oven.
When looking at a human with thermal specs, their whole body was pretty consistently greenish on the limbs, orange towards the torso, and red or white towards the center of the body mass where most of the body's heat is located. Jill was the same in every way except for the fact that when she farted, her butt became the hotspot of her body, shining a bright red. The two round cheeks and cavernous asscrack seered itself in Hunks vision as this blubbery fart continued. He could see way more detail than he would have liked, seeing that the hottest point along the crack was likely where her you-know-what was located, and the fact that the two reddish white mounds that were her heated butt cheeks were rippling like jello as this nasty fart bellowed forth.
The sound, sight, and smell of this fart were all equally horrendous to Hunk as the fart hit him, causing flashbacks to some of his wildest escapades with Umbrella that involved the quirkiest, weirdest smells imaginable. The fact that a mere fart compares to the stench of the rotting meat bag that was Project Nemesis was enough to chill Hunk to his bones.
Hunk couldn't tell if his eyes were watering or if the sweat from his forehead was starting to drench his mask, but he decided to get a move on as Jill continued snoring. He began to unpeel another pod, preparing to place it on the bookshelf on the opposite side of the bed, eager to get away from the crosshairs of Jill's ass.
Before he could even get the pod on his fingertip, Jill began shifting again. She stopped soon after, but to Hunk's dismay, her ass was now aimed right toward him again.
What the fuck? Hunk thought. Either I've got really bad luck, or this thing really DOES have it out for me!
Hunk sped up his work, placing the pod right on the bookshelf where he thought it would give a good view of Jill's work desk. Her desk was covered in paper, but he couldn't read any of it with the lights off. He would have to focus on the bugging process for now.
Suddenly, Hunk's vision got interrupted once again as the surrounding area began to quickly changed colors, burning his eyes which were adjusted to the dark with a bright red feedback. He quickly spun around to face Jill, whom had given zero warning that she was about to fart. Hunk was met with the sight of two red hot buns once again, shining brighter than the thermal display of the rest of Jill's body. These buns were spewing forth a visible stream of gas like a geyser, but despite the impossible large quantity of gas flying into Hunks face at this moment, not a sound could be heard other than the rush of the vile wind itself.
This SBD did what rotting corpses, death, and monsters couldn't. It made Hunk gag violently as he waddled for cover. The smell simply wasn't identifiable in terms of foodstuffs anymore. Not even saying it smelled like 'shit' did this smell justice. It was the nastiest, strongest, most foul smell a human butt had ever produced. It was not unlike the time Hunk was met with a gas cannister bomb that wiped out his crew. Of course, he was wearing a gas mask back then, so this fart obviously couldn't have been as awful, but the mere fact he drew that comparison in his head was impressive enough.
Hunk dove out from the line of fire, taking refuge on the opposite side of the room that he was wishing wasn't so tiny.
It was here that Hunk was met with a wild sight; One half of the room was drastically cooler than the rest, while the side he had been standing when he took a face full of Jill's Silent Blast was heating up by the second as she continued her 9 second and counting release.
A fog of red thermal feedback was building up, growing larger and larger as it emanated from Jill's now white hot ass. The blue, purple, cool side of the room was slowly being encroached upon as the heat began to spread. Jill's ass was growing so hot from this SBD, that know her thigs and upper back are starting to glow brightly on the thermal display as a copious amount of fog could be seen leaking from her pants anywhere that it could. The bookshelf he had just placed the camera was now almost fully entrenched in the heat. Hell, even the ceiling above that side of the room was now beginning to show as warmer than the rest of the room on the thermal specs.
Hunk thought about retreating as the warm colors began to approach him, overtaking the cool colors, but he remained still. I mean, she can't POSSIBLY keep farting at this rate, right?
Hunk's unwillingness to believe any human could fart this much rooted him to his spot as the cold spots of the room shrunk smaller and smaller. The entire room was now, quite literally, full of Jill's gas. The stench seemed to worm its way down Hunk's very throat, as he began to cough wildly. Despite the entire room being enveloped, he could STILL see the hotter, brighter air continuing to seep from Jill's burning behind, continuing its nasty work of slowly but surely turning the once cold, blue room into a hot, red-white oven. Hunk wasn't sure if he was starting to see things, or if it was a trick of the mind, but he could have sworn he saw the deadly stream of Jill's SBD briefly take the form of a skull and cross bones as the stench seemed to spike in power. Just when I thought it couldn't smell any worse...! Hunk thought to himself.
All of the prior farts had dispersed or lost it's temperature soon after it's initial rampage, but the longevity of this now 48 second SBD seemed to empower her gas, creating a gas chamber as well as a dutch oven of this entire apartment. The mattress beneath Jill (Especially the area beneath her ass) was now beginning to shine a bright color of heat as her entire lower body was heating up. While it was just the seat of her pants at first, the entire article of clothing itself was now glowing as the insurmountable amounts of gas were pouring from Jill's behind. Through all of this, Jill merely continued snoring.
Hunk could barely keep an eye on Jill as he coughed. After the minute mark of this fart, Hunk finally decided to throw away all of his pride and book it. He needed to go back to his van anyway to retrieve the microphone bugs.
With the room now completely hot, Hunk opened the window, causing an admittedly cool looking phenomenon to take place where the area around the window began to return to cooler blue colors. Not stopping to appreciate the visual affect, Hunk dove out the window and closed with haste as ripped his mask off.
He nearly passed out right then and there on the fire escape as he gulped the fresh air into his lungs.
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Back in Jill's apartment, Jill regains consciousness slowly, which was already completely unusual for her as of late. Instead of the panicked, sudden jerk to awareness she usually experience after sleeping, this time, Jill peacefully opened her eyes as she acknowledged she had the best four hours of sleep of her life. Jill briefly wondered why she woke up after only four hours, but then remembered that it was a basic fact of REM sleep that people usually wake up briefly after four hours of sleep, only to fall back to sleep for the remainder of the night.
"Fuck yesss.... I get four more hours of sleep..." Jill mumbled to herself as she shoved her face back into her pillow after glancing at her clock. The pillow was soaking wet, Jill noticed, and the side of her face was sticky with drool. "Ugh, I need to switch pillows at least."
Jill sat up, her head feeling like it weighed twice as much as usual. Must be the meds.
Jill yawned, which is what it took for her to finally notice the hellish smell that her sleep farts had unleashed upon her apartment. Gulping the air down with only mild disgust, Jill smiled to herself. "Woah, BABY it reeks in here!" She said out loud, sticking a horizontal finger under her nose to briefly block the overwhelming smell. "You've been pretty busy while I've been out!" Jill said, giving her butt a good smack.
It was with this smack that she noticed she was still wearing the jeans she had been wearing for way too long. If anyone had worn the same pair of jeans for as long as she had, even someone super hygienic, it would have smelled downright atrocious. Therefore, Jill could only imagine what kind of inhospitably vile environment she had created down inside her pants these past few months, but she knew it was probably about time to change into something more suitable for sleeping. Or at least change her underwear. They were likely radioactive at this point if not completely ravaged.
Jill groggily got out of bed and turned the light on (Which Hunk noticed from his truck, unbeknownst to Jill).
The entire room felt humid, causing Jill to feel as though she had walked through a thick cloud. The smell was bad, even by Jill's standards, but it was also far more suffocating than ever before. She thought about opening the window, but decided against it when she realized she would be putting on pajama bottoms and that it was pretty damn cold outside tonight.
Due to her experience, Jill wisely held her breathe as she undressed, tossing her contaminated jeans and radioactive underwear as far away from her bed as possible. If she hadn't held her breath, she knew there was a very good chance that the pent up smells she just released into the air could have knocked her out. (In fact, while Jill didn't notice, the smell of the countless farts released from the confines of her jeans just dropped and killed a few flies that had been drawn to the room over the course of the night).
Putting on her pajama shorts, which she seemed to have grown out of since she last wore them over a year ago, she took the time to lean against her dresser and release a fart that she had felt building in her gut since she woke up. Well, not that she had any choice in the matter. Whether she liked it or not, this fart was going to be born by the discretion of her butt.
PPPROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFSHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
With a somewhat airy but bassy and powerful fart nonetheless, Jill's behind immediately started breaking in to her new shorts. "The first of many, poor girl. The first of many!" Jill said, addressing the pajama bottoms themselves. While Jill loved to wear jeans, she couldn't deny that wearing these silky shorts really made farting feel much more satisfying, as everything seemed to flow much more easily down there. Even the smell registered sooner than usual.
Jill then turned heel and began to walk toward her bed. While this was only a three or four step journey, her ass ripped yet another fart before she could even climb back onto her bed.
BBBBBBRrrwuuu--uurrrwwwppp???
What started as a formidable fabric tearing fart transformed into an airy fart that raised an octave as if it were asking a question as Jill climbed onto her bed. She didn't even have time to acknowledge that this facedown position kind of hurt her sizeable chest before immediately falling back to sleep.
Merely a couple seconds later, she was snoring.
And merely a couple seconds after that, she was tooting.
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Hunk needed to be honest with himself. He did not want to go back in there. If not because it was harrowing enough the first journey, the fact that Jill woke up merely 60 seconds after he had first left was a VERY close call. Hell, maybe she would have woken up sooner had the SBD not dragged on for so long. Hunk didn't fail to notice that Jill seemed to wake up the very moment her SBD ended. You see, he was watching her from the cameras he planted, which also had the option to toggle thermal vision on and off. Even with out sound, this allowed him to see when Jill was farting.
He looked away when Jill began to undress, which he realized was ironic. He was the one that placed the cameras to spy on her, after all. He just didn't want to add insult to injury by also seeing her naked. Professionals have standards.
Hunk resumed his watch when the lights in the window went out again, signifying that Jill returned to sleep. He was relieved that Jill seemed to have no inkling that there was an intruder, despite the fact that she really would have no way of knowing anyone was there.
After a while of watching her in her bed, Hunk left the car, leaving behind the monitor displaying the camera feeds (Wouldn't you know it, they were currently displaying a stream of gas expunging from Jill's rear).
Hunk worked his way back to Jill's window sill, listening intently for the sounds of her snoring to decide whether or not it was safe to re-enter. He ended up having to listen for longer than he expected, because he happened to arrive in the middle of Jill's fart. It rumbled on and on, like thunder that bellowed longer than anyone expected it to. After 10 seconds (Who knows when the fart even began. Was it the one I saw her passing when I left the car a minute ago?), Hunk pressed his ear to the window.
There, he instantly heard the jackhammer snore. Well, now that she's fast asleep again, this should be a doozy.
Hunk, after putting on a fresh mask, opened the window and entered Jill's room for the second time. He was expecting the ever present onslaught of her stench to send him spiraling into disgust once again, but like last time, he wasn't expecting said stench to be so different from the stench he left behind. He smelled of onions and grilled cheese, complete with the smell of burnt toast. Wondering how a fart could even smell this vivid, Hunk crept toward the landline phone on Jill's desk.
He produced a tiny metal instrument from his pocket, and began slipping it beneath the transceiver. He then wiggled it back and forth, prying open the phone and revealing it's inner workings.
Uncomfortable with his back turned to his sleeping victim, he glanced backward in time - once again - to catch Jill rolling over so that her ass was aimed directly at him.
How the fuck am I this unlucky!? Hunk thought, as he managed to actually see Jill's ass heating up thermally before even releasing the fart. It looked like when a bomb was about to explode in a cartoon; Comedically turning more and more red as it prepares to blow.
Hunk took refuge in the kitchen this time, more daring with his movements now that he knows just how difficult it is to wake Jill up. He crouched below the dividing wall as if taking cover from gunfire. And as he did---
BRAP! BRAP-RAAP-RAAAP-RAPP-RAAAP-RAPP-PPRAAAAAPPP
PRAPP
PRAAPP
PRAPP
BBLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!
What weirdly enough sounded like actual gunfire sounded off from Jill's posterior, majestically firing spurts of hot air across the room and astonishing speeds. This rapid chain of farts went higher and higher pitched as if building towards something momentous. And then, after reaching a very high pitched squeal of a fart, the final burst of this chain of farts sounded like a bomb went off inside the mattress Jill was lying on - A muffled, bassy explosion of bubbly gas clapping her generously proportioned ass cheeks together. Hunk could tell right away that the pressure from these farts must have been immense, building up in such a way that once finally release, it'd go flying across the room like a concentrated air canon. Peering above the wall like a mole, Hunk could of course see the glowing red orbs that were Jill's ass cheeks, the lingering hot air rising from her crack as if it were a fired gun, and across the room... A large amount of bright, hot streaks right by the phone where her farts had fired.
Jesus, that fart was like a submachine gun! Hunk thought. And then, right where he had been standing, Hunk saw the largest hot spot in the entire room, where that final explosive rocket launcher of a fart must have fired. Fuck! Maybe this mission was harder than I thought! Her ass is like a security system!
Hunk ran toward the phone, not caring about the sound he made as long as he worked quickly. Walking back toward the phone was like walking into a hotbox as the smell of sulfur and deli sandwiches shot up his nose and into his brain. Withstanding the physical pain and nausea the lingering odor of Jill's explosive gas brought him, he produced the tiny microphone chip from his pocket and rammed it into the phone. Replacing the covering of the phone faster than he had ever done before, he walked towards Jill's lamp; The final microphone spot.
Just as he reached into his pocket, he heard the familiar sound of Jill shifting and her gut bubbling. With a burst of courage, Hunk approached Jill and ever so gently poked her butt and nudged it toward the other side of the room. With a surprising amount of effort, he pushed her butt away from him, only for it to fire in that exact moment.
VVVRRRRBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMBBBTTTT!!!
Successfully redirecting the line of fire, Jill's bookcase was once again ravaged by the heat of this fart. Holding her ass in place, Hunk felt his fingers vibrate at the power of the fart revved up to something truly spectacular. Only a few stray streams of gas managed to hit Hunk, but to his horror, it smelled more vile than he expected. Perhaps it was the fact he was so close to the culprit of these horrific smells, but the burning sulfuric smell that entered Hunk's nose was like a fire. Regretting is decision to aim Jill's butt as if it were his own weapon and not hers, he recoiled so fast that he cracked his back a bit. With that massive, revving fart coming to an end, an expression of deep euphoria came across Jill's sleeping face as she grinned and moaned a bit.
Jesus, fuck the leeches! Hunk thought. If we made a virus using Jill's natural body cells, I think that would be WAY more potent than some stupid slug!
With that thought, Hunk placed the microphone into Jill's lamp, deep enough not to be spotted. And then, something happened that made Hunk's heart stop.
The farting may have been variable, but Jill's snoring was always consistent. Now, though, her snore was cut off. Whether it was just a particularly nasty clot of mucus or she had just woken up, Hunk didn't know. He wasn't willing to take the risk, however, and got to work. There was a closet he could hide in, and that was really his only option.
Hunk moved the chair blocking the closet door and stepped inside, silently concealing himself as he did. Watching Jill through the cracks in the closet, he saw her stir. Miraculously, she aimed her butt away from him this time. Hunk's ensuing relief at this fact was cut short as Jill sat upward, fully and undeniably awake.
"Ugh, it just smells too rancid!" Jill cried. She stood from her bed, turned the lamp on, and opened the window. With the lamp on, Hunk no longer needed thermal vision, so he removed his glasses. Still, she better not open this closet for whatever reason!
"Yeah, even with sleeping pills, there's no way I'm sleeping when it smells like this in here..." Jill said to herself. "I need to wait for the room to air out... Hey, that's weir, I don't remember leaving my chair there."
Hunk's heart picked up speed as Jill approached the chair he had moved to hide. Hunk could easily kill Jill right now if he wanted to, but he could have done that from the start. It would be an utter failure to have to resort to killing her after all this time!
To Hunks relief, Jill merely put the chair back in front of the closet, which meant she had no plans of checking it for whatever reason. Once again, however, (This was becoming a trend), Hunk's relief was short lived as Jill then promptly sat in said chair.
Gah! I'm trapped! Hunk thought despairingly. As if to bring Hunk's despair even further, Jill leaned forward and grunted, as if she were experiencing a cramp. And then, with Jill's ass aimed right through the slits in the closet door, Jill let one rip.
GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOORRBBBBBBBBMMMMMMM!!!!!
The monstrous growl of this fart rivaled anything the Cerberus mutts could dream of eliciting. This fart sounded like pure evil, as if Jill's ass was purposefully making Hunk pay for his crimes. For the first time this night, Hunk couldn't see this fart as he no longer had his thermal glasses on, but he knew without a doubt that this tiny closet would have been set alight like the damn sun had he been wearing them still.
The closet felt like an honest to god oven, and the smell of burnt toast and eggs filled his nostrils. Speaking of burning, Hunk wouldn't be surprised if Jill's ass was literally being burned as the hot air spewed forth like dragon's breath. The fabric of Jill's pajama bottoms did nothing to filter out the raw power of this pungent, demonic assault on all of Hunk's senses. The only thing that kept Hunk from making sounds of despairing disgust was the fact that if he were discovered, either he or she would have to die.
Hunk curled up on the ground with the logic that warm air rises. This of course didn't do anything to help his situation, but it didn't hurt any either. Why the fuck couldn't the chair have a back to it!? It was like a lawn chair with it's back torn off!
"Oof, what has gotten into me tonight!" Jill said in astonishment. "I'm so fucking gassy!"
PPPPRRRRFFFFFFFFFTTTT!!
"Oooh, that one was ripe." Jill chuckled to herself. "Let's see how far this goes!"
Hunk was now practically praying for it to stop, now wondering if a gas mask would even make a difference in a situation like this without some sort of airtank installed.
Hunk glanced upward towards Jill's bulbous behind, just as she began to let rip yet another fart.
ZZZPRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
"Ouch! That fucking hurt!" Jill cried, bobbing on the chair a bit and causing it to squeak. "My butt is fucking shit up today!!"
With a giggle Hunk could only describe as a twisted enjoyment of her ass's disgusting capabilities, Jill leaned forward once again. Jill didn't do this in order to fart, as she was entirely unable to control her gas in the slightest. She merely leaned forward on faith that - On a night as bad as this - She would be fart as soon as she did. And for once, her ass actually complied.
BRRROOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!
This fart was as loud as it was airy, as if her ass were a tuba hooked up to an air cannon. The closet door - let alone the chair - rattled as if a tornado had appeared. The disgusting gas of her previous farts that were hanging in the closet were immediately displaced by this new batch, impossibly different smelling from the previous farts but just as powerful, if not worse.
Hunk detected the stench of a wide variety of sandwich ingredients, all swirling around in the closet fighting for dominance. So many different smells filtered in and out of Hunks awareness that he could no longer keep track; The only smell he was certain on now was simple the smell of shit - Not unlike the smell of the Sewers beneath Raccoon City.
As this fart finally came to an end, Jill seemed unable to contain herself.
"OOhh, FUCK YEAH!" She cried. "I feel well rested and I'm farting up a storm! Jill Valentine, you've outdone yourself!"
"Why thank you, Jill Valentine!" She replied to herself, leading Hunk to believe this woman might just be insane.
"Hey Jill?"
"What, Jill?"
"Pull my finger!"
"Don't mind if I do!"
Oh jesus christ, she's like a kid enjoying a gadget! Hunk thought. Wait... A gadget! I can call for help!
Hunk pulled out a communicator reserved for S.O.S. signals. He never once used one in his life, but if now wasn't the time to be rescued, what the hell is?
As Hunk punched in his rescue request, Jill playfully tugged on her own outstretched finger, triggering a fart that she only hoped would release on its own accord. Like magic, pulling her finger seemed to do the trick and dislodged her wickedest fart yet, to her utter amusement.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMM...
Still tugging her own finger, Jill rolled her head back in ecstasy as this fart exploded forth. The closet door was instantly knocked off it's hinges, but not quiet revealing Hunk as the smells from Hell's very own sandwich shop filled the entire apartment, but most especially the closet right behind Jill's accursed caboose.
...MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR...
Hunk was now typing on his device like his life depended on it. He no longer felt his pride shattering as Jill's farts utterly defeated him, because he knew in his heart that Nicholai and the others would be just as powerless against Jill's butt as he was in this moment. Hunk's gadget made a pinging sound signifying the message was sent, but of course, no one heard the noise as Jill's bioweapon continued it's onslaught.
...RRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!
Hunk was now unconscious as the fart came to a roaring end. Jill half moaned, half screamed in pleasure as she rubbed her stomach. "That felt so GOOOOOOOD!!" She shouted. "UUUgh, I could fall asleep right now! I'm on cloud nine over here...!"
And with that statement, she did just that. Jill was now sleeping once again, this time in the chair leaning against the broken closet Hunk was now lying in. And then, after a few snores, Jill's stomach began to bubble as she autonomously lifted her ass cheek and began to break wind.
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"HaHaHa!" Nicholai laughed as he pointed to the disheveled Hunk. "I can not believe you! Oh, how the mighty have fallen!"
"Shut up, you had to wear a gas mask just to rescue me! And you didn't have the trouble of dealing with a Jill that was awake!" Hunk cried in defense.
"Still! Your first S.O.S.! On that mission of all things! Ha Ha HA!!!" Nicholai cried out.
"Tch, whatever." Hunk sulked. "Give me a Tyrant to fight any day. Just please don't make me deal with Jill Valentine ever again!"