By: JustAnotherGasWriter
A blizzard rolled in over the city as night fell around them, not that this was uncommon weather for Moscow this time of the year. The temperatures plummeted to be even lower than before, making the outside go from unpleasantly cold to inhospitable. In a nearby treeline to the city's outskirts, two agents hunkered down in a burrow they had dug a few days prior in the frozen ground. Para-Medic and EVA shared a blanket and cuddled close to each other, the silence broken by their teeth chattering from the nasty weather outside their hiding hole.
“Why did we have to do this dead in the middle of December…” Para-Medic groaned, shivering rapidly as they did their best to retain the warmth that was hanging around in their cave.
“They could have at least better prepared us! We have been living on those stupid mushrooms for days now!” EVA griped loudly, also shivering along with the medic.
The two had been boots on the ground for about ten days and were told to pack light as their mission would only last a few days. A few days had turned into well over a week, and the two were getting more restless by the day. The food rations they had brought were depleted a day or two ago, and they had been eating some mushrooms foraged from the forest at Para-Medic’s recommendation. They weren’t the best tasting, but at least they weren’t poisonous! Bowel inflaming, though… that was a different story. The burrow smelled of both their stinks and smells from how gassy the foraged foods had turned the two, but it at least had the added benefit of helping keep them warm in the hole!
“At least it is sustenance, would you rather be farty-FFLRRRBBBT- or starving?” the medic asked back, blushing as her butt sounded off with excellent comedic timing! The smell of shit and rotten vegetables was renewed fresh inside of the hiding hole, and Para-Medic fanned her butt to try and get the smell out and away.
“I would appreciate it if you could at least have some consideration here,” EVA replied while making a face as she was crop-dusted. She at least had the courtesy to stick her butt up by the opening into their spot before letting rip to avoid this sort of thing, and thus it was Para-Medic’s stink in particular that haunted both of them.
“I think there are bigger things to worry about now,” the doctor replied, her face flushed red with embarrassment as she covered them both with stink. At least it is keeping us warmer, too! " She pointed out the silver lining next.
“I would rather freeze if it meant I didn’t have to breathe in more of your fungal flatulence, Dr. Clark,” EVA retorted, only half kidding with the remark.
Para-Medic was about to speak up but settled back down when she realized it would be best to shut up. A moment later, as her earpiece buzzed to life, EVA put a finger to her ear. A voice was broadcast right to her. She nodded and spoke quietly in Russian back and forth for a few minutes before sitting up.
“Target is on the move, now is our window… time to go,” she told Para-Medic.
The two quickly exited the hole, covering it with a blanket to block the entrance. EVA kicked the snow away from a different hole to reveal a hard case and opened it. Inside was a variety of equipment: weapons, outfits, goggles, the whole lot. She grabbed her kit and got ready quickly before putting on a dress and a fur coat with matching accessories for Para-Medic.
“Suit up, doctor. Our target is going to a club right now. You’re going to intercept her and keep her busy as long as you can,” EVA told the doctor.
The doctor nodded and stuck the clothes into a duffle bag to change into once they had gotten to their target zone. Once they were both ready, they made the short but treacherous trek into the city. Street lamps bled dim and ominous light onto the surrounding walkways and roads and gave them plenty of chances to stick to the seedy shadows. Their target’s apartment was close to the club and was their first stop. They found some air ducts that led inside that matched the schematics of their intel, and EVA got ready to go in. Para-Medic undid the vent door for her as the spy got ready to go in and then quickly changed into her own provided disguise.
“Good luck, I will buy you as much time as possible,” the doctor wished EVA before watching her partner slide into the vent. She quickly replaced the air duct’s door but left screws loose so it had the appearance of being in place properly but could be pushed, punched, kicked, or otherwise rammed open from the inside with little effort from the spy.
EVA went slowly through the duct to keep her sound profile low. The building was still very much occupied, and she wasn’t trying to telegraph her presence to a single soul here for fear of the consequences of being discovered. As she slid through the metal tube, her stomach grumbled in agony. Maybe bottling her farts up back in the ditch wasn’t her best idea; it was certainly back to haunt her now!
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She had to stop crawling forward and concentrate fully on having a controlled release, her asshole puckered up tight to ensure there wasn’t a loud blast that slipped out and telegraphed her position for everyone to hear!
“Damn mushrooms… fuck you Clark,” She groaned after letting the puff of gas go out of her rear end. The smell immediately spread up to her face, and she nearly sneezed as soon as it drifted up to her head! “Fucking hell!” she cursed again, her eyes watering from her acrid ass! She started to crawl forward again, this time as fast as she could while remaining stealthy to get away from that acrid abomination as fast as she could!
Back on the street, Para-Medic was entering the club. It was an exclusive deal, but the secret knock had been passed to her through their intel notes, and she had also been issued a pretty convincing-looking visa to get in. She gave the encoded knock at some back alley door and waited outside nervously. It took a few minutes, and she began to wonder if she was in the right place, but she suddenly heard the click of a deadbolt before the door was cracked open. A burly man peered through, smoking a cigar with a scowl on his face.
Para-Medic gulped but gave him her faux ID card without a word, which the man took and looked over with a watchful eye. He nodded and gave the ID back before fully opening the door.
The club inside was reminiscent of a speakeasy club out of 1920s prohibition-era America. There were socialites everywhere at a gradual bar. There was a floor where showgirls danced for the tenants of the secret society. She tried not to seem nervous but looked all around to try and single out her target… and there she was at the bar wearing a ruby red dress and a thick scarf as she sipped a cocktail and smoked a cigarette. The target was younger than what she looked like in their intel photos, no older than her mid-30s, though it was a safe bet to assume she was in her mid to late 20s. The doctor walked to the bar and lit a cigarette for herself before taking a seat next to the target. She didn’t acknowledge her right away, instead waving the bartender over and ordering a martini.
Back in the vents, EVA had made it about halfway to the target room. Her stomach had necessitated a few more unplanned stops along the way to expel some rancid wind out into the vent. Inhabitants of the building were taking notice of the foul stench the spy was spreading throughout their apartment block, and she felt a hefty dose of embarrassment as she heard disgusted murmurs in Russian from the occupants.
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EVA’s eyes went wide as she let another fart go into the vent; about halfway through this one, she briefly lost control to where the fart went from a hissing emission to an audible rip. It only sounded off loud enough to be heard for a quarter of a second luckily, so she didn’t blow her cover.
“God, I need to just get to that room…” she groaned, her stomach churning even further. Her gut pain wasn’t satisfied and she had plenty of bigger farts boiling up inside. When she got to the target room, at least there would be nobody home so she could let loose to her heart’s content without drawing attention. Mushroom miasma drifted back up to her nose and she scampered away on all fours to avoid it!
Para-Medic sipped her martini, stealing glances at the woman beside her. She didn’t need to interact with her, per se; as long as the target stayed out of her apartment for a few hours, EVA had plenty of time to gather the information she needed and make a clean breakaway with cushion time for any unforeseen inconveniences.
Eventually, the Russian woman turned to face the doctor and looked Para-Medic over. The doctor tried to look distracted so she didn’t give herself away. She saw the target looking at her in her peripheral vision and got nervous. Was the jig up?
“Your dress is stunning,” the target complimented her stalker, admiring the clothing while she enjoyed her drink.
“Thank you, yours looks great as well,” Para-Medic responded casually, turning to face the target. She had practiced her Russian accent with EVA for a while to sell her role as well as she could and had honed it enough to seem natural and native.
“Was it a custom outfit?” the target responded, turning in to face Para-Medic now that they were speaking.
“Custom-tailored, yes. I had it made during a trip to Kursk,” Para-Medic said with a smile as she lit a cigarette.
The two talked for a while and enjoyed a few drinks together. Patrons in the bar moved in and out, and the target (who introduced herself as Katya) checked Para-Medic out less subtly as she drank more and more. The doctor didn’t say anything about it, she had to ensure that Katya stayed out of her apartment for as long as she could manage. The alcohol mixed with the mushrooms in Para-Medic’s stomach, though, and provoked a storm. She could feel her gas building up quite rapidly and found herself sweating. Her stomach was becoming a pressure cooker bomb of farts that was ready to blast!
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She let out a long, silent hiss into the barstool beneath her blubber butt. The surrounding area was heated and perfumed with the stench of rotten wild mushrooms. The fungal farts didn’t go unnoticed by the other patrons of the bar, including her target. Para-Medic tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, but she could tell that Katya was suspiciously eyeing her.
BBLLLRRRRRAAAAAAAABBBBTT!
EVA turned pale white as she ripped a loud, blaring fart in the vents. The metal rattled and vibrated from the forced brap and polluted the confined space even more. The sound of the rip echoed in both directions of the vent, and she peered down nervously through a grate to see if anyone was there. Luckily, there seemed to be nobody around to witness or hear it directly below her. After another few meters of crawling, she was above the target’s apartment. She opened up the vent above and slipped down into the living room. The condo was lush and luxurious; the floor was all fine carpet and the walls were lined with expensive-looking art and tapestries. She wasn’t here to steal trivial goods though and started to look for a study room.
FFLLRRRRRBBTT
Her ass wasn’t done blasting off and she scooted out so that she could avoid her rancid smell.
“Clark is never going to hear the end about this when we are done here…” she muttered in a disgruntled tone, her stomach still boiling violently.
FFFRRRRRBBTT-BBBRRRRRPPPPTTTTTTT
EVA had to let loose again right after the remark. As it came out, she stopped walking, leaned against a nearby dresser, and pushed to evacuate as much as she could at once.
“Fucking hell…” the spy grumbled. Her stomach only bubbled more and she lifted her right leg high so it had an easy time blasting out.
BBBRRRLLLPPTT-SSSPLLRRRRBBBSSHT
She found some relief with this bout of gas, though the ending was skirting a lot more on the dangerous edge of wet compared to her previous farts. EVA blushed hard as she felt her bowels shift inside of her guts. She would have to move fast; she couldn’t afford to risk blowing up the socialite’s toilet!
Para-Medic could tell that Katya knew she was the culprit behind the smell flooding their area of the bar… or at least heavily suspected her. She was worried this would provoke disgust from her, or worse. To her great surprise, Katya would confront her about it directly.
“Is that you?” she asked, clearly referencing the smell. She didn’t seem disgusted though… there was a glimmer in the woman’s eyes!
“Ugh… yes, excuse my wind,” Dr. Clark admitted, her face turning a similar tone of red to Katya’s dress. Instead of being called disgusting or humiliated, however, she was met with praise!
“You’re a rare breed,” Katya chuckled, blushing with Para-Medic and looking deep into her eyes.
“What do you mean by that?” the doctor laughed along with the target nervously, fanning the air a bit.
“A beautiful woman with some uncharacteristically strong smells,” Katya replied, poking her elbow into Para-Medic’s arm in a playful and even seductive manner. She finished her drink and stood up. “I think I am going to turn in, do you want to come home with me?”
Para-Medic’s mind raced. This wasn’t optimal; EVA still had a mission that required their target to be distracted and preferably gone. It seemed like she would be heading back to her apartment regardless though, so going home with the seduced woman at least allowed her to distract and keep her busy.
“I think that would be wonderful,” she accepted the invite and followed her new date out of the speakeasy club. They both made their way back briskly as the winter air nipped at them. The doctor kept her ass clenched tightly to make sure there were no gas leaks either; Katya was clearly into her flatulence in some strange fetish manner so the more that she could keep penned up inside, the longer she could keep her distracted.
“What is your name?” Kat asked as they made their way back to her home.
“Jane,” the doctor replied nonchalantly, nursing her tummy with one hand as they sauntered off together.
EVA was sorting through the study when she heard the door open. Panicked, she dove down to a closet and hid under an overturned cardboard box to conceal herself!
“You had one job, Clark…” she thought angrily, peering through a crack in the material. To her shock, though, she heard the doctor chatting with the Russian woman!
“You don’t mind doing this for me, right?” Katya asked Para-Medic, still wooed by the doctor.
“Our secret,” Para-Medic promised and let Katya set her down on the loveseat in the main room. Katya got on her knees after and lifted the doctor's legs into the air before slipping her face up to her rear end.
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Para-Medic groaned and let a pleasant, purring fart out into Katya’s waiting face. The Russian woman pressed her face in deeper and clutched her legs, inhaling the fart.
“So… nutty almost, what did you eat if I may ask?” she remarked, evaluating the scent like it was a fine wine and not a noxious cloud of stink!
“Mushrooms mainly…” Para-Medic sighed. She was embarrassed to think about how EVA was likely in the other room and listening to them (and even more embarrassed that she was starting to enjoy this herself) but kept the target occupied.
“What the hell…” EVA thought from inside of the box as she listened in. She had some questions for her partner later when they rendezvoused outside! While she was distracted, she let a preshit toot into the floor and dutch ovened herself!
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EVA held her breath to avoid the burning stench, her face green from the little gas that was able to waft up into her nostrils! At least the target didn’t hear it, the floor absorbed what little sound was made. She was now in a race against her bowels and had to figure out her next move soon…
Para-Medic reached both hands around her legs to Katya’s head to push her head in further, both to enhance the Russian’s sniffing experience and to give EVA the best chance at getting away. She hadn’t heard her comrade yet in the other room, so there was a chance that she was gone already. If not, EVA was at least doing a good job staying low and quiet she thought.
“Hit me again Jane…” Katya moaned in a voice muted by Para-Medic’s rear. The doctor filled the request swiftly and bit her lip before getting a nice one to blow out of her ass for her!
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“Who would have thought that such a gorgeous and affluent woman would want to be down and dirty like this…” She remarked in a flirty voice, rubbing her head some more as Katya inhaled the freshest release.
“We all have dark desires… can you sit on my face?” she asked next, pulling back against Para-Medic’s grip to withdraw her head back.
“As you wish,” the doctor nodded and let go after she was done sniffing it in.
Katya tugged on Para-Medic’s hand and took her to the bedroom. EVA heard a door open and shut and breathed a sigh of relief as she was given more of a proxy from the target but decided to stay in the box for at least a few minutes longer to make sure they would stay in there. In the bedroom, Katya quickly took most of her clothes off and motioned for Para-Medic to do the same. Once they were stripped, she would pull the doctor’s hips so her butt was firmly planted on her face. The ruby red panties the doctor had on reeked from not just the farts she had cut on Katya so far, but all of the gas and sweat smell that had accumulated over the last week while they were stuck outside in the hole.
“You need to do your laundry more Miss Janie,” she remarked, though her voice indicated she was delighted with this devious finding.
“Why would I when it brings joy to a woman of such class?” Para-Medic replied smoothly, grimacing for a moment as Katya fished her nose around in her buttcrack before finding it’s final resting spot quite comfortable. The Russian woman reached up once she was satisfied and felt the doctor’s bloated midsection.
“I doubt this was your plan all along,” Katya would respond, mesmerized by the smell. To see if she could provoke at least a toot on command, she gave her belly a tug!
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Para-Medic’s loudest fart thus far rang out and was absorbed by Katya’s face. She blushed when she felt the socialite’s nose wiggle around in her crack to force down as much of the stink as she could gather.
“You could have just asked,” Para-Medic gasped once it was out, her asshole stinging from how forced the blast was because of her stomach being jolted!
EVA heard the antics of the other room and decided that now was the time to make her move. She had scene where the files she needed were before being interrupted so all she needed to do was snap a few photos and crawl back up. She had wallowed in her own fart funk in the closet for long enough! She silently crawled out of the box, her butt clenched tight so she didn’t errupt out of turn. Making her way to the desk, she pulled out the file full of classified documents that they were there for. After snapping some photos of all the different pages, she put everything back just as she had found it and then stood on top of the desk to make her great escape. As she did though, her butt had some other plans.
SSPPLLLRAAAARRSHHTT
She nearly shit herself while pulling herself into the vent. Her face went deep red immediately but she felt panicked too… did she just give herself away?! She pulled herself up quickly and slid the vent back into place before anyone had the chance to come investigate.
“What was that?” Katya asked, her voice muffled by her guest’s fat ass. Para-Medic heard the rip in the other room too and her gut sank.
“Come on EVA, you’re going to get us killed…” she thought before coming up with a quick excuse. “Had a stomach bubble and a burp at the same time,” she told Katya, grinding her nearly nude ass into her face to rub the smell in.
Lucky for both of them, the target either bought this story or was too distracted by booty to think about it too much! Katya moaned as her face got ground on and held onto Para-Medic’s gyrating hips.
EVA started to crawl through the vents to make her way out, catching a glimpse of the scene in the bedroom on her way out. She was disgusted at the degenerate sight but knew that Dr. Clark’s tactics had probably saved both of their skins. The weight in her bowels intensified and the smell of her near shart in the study gave her warnings that she had to take a dump though and she made her way for the exit as fast as she could so she could escape and take a shit in the woods.
“Come on, come on…” she murmured to herself, crawling as quickly as she could without having an accident or making noise. The exit grate came into view a few moments later and she went even faster to sprint for the finish line. In the end, she made a horrific discovery. In a cruel twist of fate, someone had discovered the loosened vent screws and instead of climbing in to investigate, they had simply tightened the screws down to properly secure the grate.
“Son of a bitch!” she hissed, pushing with desperation against the metal opening. There was only one way she would be able to bust out and it was risky. EVA was able to pivot her body in the vent so her feet were against it and wound up delivering a powerful double kick to bust it out.
CCRRASSHH!!!
SSSSPLLRRRARRRSSSKKTTT!!!
One swift kick accomplished two things; the destruction of the vent and the destruction of EVA’s knickers! Her bowels emptied almost immediately; at first, it was nasty, runny shit that blasted out of her puckered asshole but once the dam wall was fully breached, she couldn’t hold back a steamy shitment of logs!
“Clark, you fucking asshole!” she exclaimed! Her panties and pants stretched to near full capacity and she could feel the squish of the waste against her now mud-caked ass cheeks. She slipped out of the vent and waddled as fast as she could to the trees to go dig a hole to take the rest of her dump in!
After making her way close to the ditch, she hastily dug a hole in the frozen dirt and squatted over it. Her pants and panties flew off and the shit that had been contained in them dropped out in a nasty heap. With a heave, the spy started to rocket out another fresh turd into the hole! Her makeshift latrine was filled and then some by the time she was done, and the spy had to cover her feces in dirt and snow sheepishly.
Back in the apartment, Para-Medic was still sitting on top of Katya on the bed. Fart after fart had passed out of her rear and she was nearing the end of her rope before a grand finale. Katya was able to tell what was on the horizon; the smell had gotten shittier and shittier to prophesize the coming load.
“I think I am almost out…” the doctor panted, her stomach feeling much looser than it was before but also wanting an out now that EVA had indeed evacuated the building and returned to camp.
“Not all of the way, my sweet,” Katya giggled from underneath, holding fast to Para-Medic’s ass. “If you wouldn’t mind… I would love to see all of what your lovely butt has to offer,”
Para-Medic caught her drift but wasn’t very excited about this proposition. If it got her out without a conflict, though, she would do what she had to do.
“Alright… it is your dry cleaning bill at the end of the day,” she joked, sweating but committing to it.
Katya squealed excitedly underneath Dr. Clark’s booty, bracing for what came after. “Go on Janie… ruin those ruby reds for me,” she purred, sucking on the fart-saturated panties.
Para-Medic leaned to her right to signal she was ready and waited for a tug on her tummy. When she got it, she relaxed her body and let go.
BBBLLLRRRRBBBTT
PPPPRRRRRPPPHHTT
bbbRRRLLLRRBBBBBBAAARRBBTT
SSPPPLLLRRAAAAAARRAAAPPPAPAPPPTSSSSSHHHTT
CRRRRARSHKARRKTTT!!!
She evacuated the last of her wind in a flurry of farts of varying lengths and noises, ranging from bassy to wet to near-inaudible hisses. After she had rid the last of the mushroom wind, she shit her pants. Hot, sloppy feces poured out into her undies and a brown bulge of ick quickly formed in Katya’s face. The Russian woman squirted into her own underwear to soil them, cumming to the nasty display! The raw shit filled the formerly red velvet panties to past capacity. Scat dropped out from the leg holes of her underwear and onto the elegant white sheets and the seams nearly burst from the new weight they were carrying.
“Fwewf… I-I think that is it,” The doctor gasped after she was done soiling herself. She remained seated until Katya tapped her thigh to indicate she could get up if she wanted. She had found the entire thing strangely invigorating… not the gross stuff of course, but the domination aspect… what a thrill! “You can keep those… I think you would get more use out of them than I would now,” she laughed, slipping her disgusting shitty panties off and leaving them on top of Katya’s face.
The Russian woman nodded gratefully, and after they were cleaned up and Para-Medic was provided with a clean pair of clothes, she was walked out.
“Thank you for an exhilarating night… until next time, Jane,” Katya cooed with a wink before leaving Para-Medic.
Dr. Clark would slip out into the night after. She had no intention of returning, but she had completed her mission and discovered something new about herself! When she arrived at the borough, EVA gave her a defeated and cross look but didn’t say a word. She was wearing a new set of bottoms and Para-Medic knew that her partner had suffered a similar fate to herself. And just as they had before, they sat in the hole without a word, waiting to be picked up and go home.