THUD, THUD, THUD

"Hey Ramya, food's here!" Elliot Witt called through the locked bedroom door, struggling to make his voice heard over the loud music blasting from inside "Ramya!" he called again, pounding on the door to no avail. Is she still asleep? he wondered with an exasperated sigh.

Elliot hefted the plastic shopping bag onto their shared apartment’s kitchen counter and began unpacking, yelling over his shoulder “Alright, fine- but don’t say I didn’t try. Hope you like leftovers.”

Almost immediately there was a dull thud from the locked bedroom, followed by sluggish footsteps and a dull creak as the door swung open “Alright, alright - keep your shirt on.”

Elliot gave a self-satisfied smirk “Aha, there she is” he licked the errant fast food grease from his fingers, moving an extra chicken wing onto his roommate’s makeshift styrofoam plate “Another late night at the work-” his voice faltered as he turned to face her.

Ramya Parekh stood in the doorway, rubbing sleep from her dark-ringed eyes as she tugged her rumpled teal crop top down over her naked chest.

"..shop?" asked Elliot after a pause, hoping she hadn't caught him looking. He had seen Ramya naked before - several times, in fact; her easy-going nature meant that he’d seen her in various states of undress at least a dozen times since she moved in - and yet somehow he'd never noticed her pierced nipples, and couldn’t help but stare.

“Yup,” she responded, ignoring Elliot’s wandering eye as she headed toward the fridge, bending down to grab a beer from the cooler and giving her roommate a long look at her heather-grey briefs in the process “Been workin’ on a project with Anita. Didn’t get back here til this morning” she poked her head around the fridge door, holding up an extra bottle “want one?”

Elliot nodded, taking a seat as Ramya slid the bottle over the counter. She closed the fridge, popping the top off her beer before groaning at the sight of the fast-food feast laid out before her “Takeout again? Bloody hell Witt, I thought you said you could cook.”

“In my defense,” Elliot began, already tearing into his meal “I said I could cook porkchops. Only porkchops” he shrugged, fixing her with a curious look as she began gulping down her beer “What’ve you got against fast food, anyway?”

“Nothing - fast food’s fine” she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and picked up her own drumstick, flinging greasy chicken skin onto the counter as she gestured with her hands “It’s just this deep-fried crap I don’t like. Gives me the - ouuUURP! - bubble-guts.” she let out a guttural belch, causing Elliot to choke on his drink.

“Woah, Ramya. You sure it’s the food?” he teased, prompting her to flip him off as she took another swig.

Ramya sat back, gathering her choppy undercut into a messy side-pony “Watch it, Witt” she warned, before digging into her meal “Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring just now. Wouldn’t want Renee finding out, eh?” she smirked “Aren’t you two meeting for drinks later?”

“Oh, uh - yeah” he gulped nervously, then changed the subject “I don’t know how you sleep like that. With the music, I mean.” he gestured toward her room, where an expensive stereo sat buried under a pile of disorganized laundry, blasting old-school punk rock.

“I don’t know how you sleep when it’s so quiet” she countered “I thought you were supposed to be the party animal around here, but you’re in bed by 12 every night. Might as well get you a wool shawl and some knitting needles” quipped Ramya, finishing off her drumstick and tossing it into the trash.

Elliot scoffed “Hey, now - it takes beauty sleep to look this good” he said with a practiced pout, prompting a spit-take from Ramya “You should try it sometime” he teased.

“oh, yeah?” Ramya laughed, feigning offence at his rude remark. “fair play, Witt. But just for that,” she stood up, reaching across the counter and taking his half-finished meal. She headed back towards her bedroom, stopping to look over her shoulder as she popped a french fry into her mouth “Don’t start a firefight you can’t finish, mate" she winked "especially when you’ve just handed me the ammo.”

Elliot watched her leave, puzzled. He waited until he heard her bedroom door slam shut, then called after her in an attempted cockney accent “Awright, mate - I’ll just clear all this up then, shall I?” He was still hungry, but content in the knowledge that he wouldn’t have to deal with Ramya or her “bubble-guts” for the rest of the evening.

..y’know, whatever those are.

---

“Hey, Renee.” ..no, that’s not right.

“Renee! How’s it hanging?” ..no, not like that, either.

“Renee! How’s the void been treating you?” ...huh. definitely not.

"Man, c'mon" Elliot frowned, furrowing his brow. Surely, he could come up with a better opener than.. whatever that was. In his sleep, even.

Not that he’d been getting much sleep lately; Ramya liked her music loud, and didn’t seem to care who she kept awake. Her stereo blared at all hours, day and night - or at least, it had.

Was the apartment… quiet?

“Oi, Witt!” Elliot flinched as Ramya called out from down the hall, putting a swift end to his moment of peace and quiet.

No such luck.

“Come give me a hand, will you?” she continued "Bloody stereo's on the fritz."

Elliot sighed, pulling on a t-shirt before heading toward Ramya's room. “Aren’t you meant to be good with machines?” he asked, stepping carefully across the veritable minefield of discarded clothes and metalworking scrap littering the floor “I’d’ve thought a gearhead like you would have no problem fixin’ stuff” he continued, squatting down in front of the stereo to examine it.

Ramya laughed, stepping closer as Elliot continued poking at the broken stereo “I do rifles, Witt. Not radios. Ask me to fix up an LMG and I’ll have it firing off in no time” she took another step closer, placing a hand firmly on the side of his head and quickly spinning around “ooh, and speaking of-”

bbBRRMMPT!

Ramya turned her backside toward him, holding his head in place as she ripped a loud fart against his cheek “ugh, Ramya!” he complained, toppling over sideways onto the ground and frantically wiping at his face as his roommate dissolved into a fit of laughter.

“You should’ve seen your face” snorted Ramya, still doubled over with laughter as Elliot tried to collect himself “ahh, classic..”

Elliot frowned, fixing his hair “Well I’m glad you got a kick out of it, because I’m gonna need to go shower..” he fanned the air “man, that stinks..”

“You’re bloody right it does!” Ramya snapped “It’s what I have to deal with every time you bring home that crap takeout” she stepped toward him, shoving him roughly to the ground and straddling his chest “..and I think it’s about time you deal with it, for a change!”

Any reply he could’ve offered was quickly snuffed out as Ramya squatted over him, pinning him to the floor and smothering his face with her firm backside “wait, Ramya- mmph!!”

bbBRRMP! BBRMT! BRRRMMPTT!

The tomboyish mechanic wasted no time, quickly loosing three loud, bassy farts against her struggling roommate’s face and sighing with relief “Oof, that feels better” she smiled, easily restraining Elliot’s struggling with one hand as she rubbed her bubbling stomach with the other “Been holding it in since dinner. Feels good to finally - nngh.. let it out.”

bbllbllrrRRRMPT!! bbLORPT!

Elliot continued struggling, bucking his hips in protest and clawing feebly at Ramya’s tight grip as she let out a long, bubbling fart that rumbled against the seat of her grey panties, burning his eyes and nose with hot, acrid stink. She lifted her backside slightly and asked “What d’you think, Witt? Just as good coming out as it is going in?”

Elliot couldn’t respond, instead taking a long, gasping breath before coughing and spluttering, desperately trying to rid his senses of the fetid, cloying stench of processed fast food. His eyes streamed and his nose burned.

“What’s that? Even better?” replied Ramya with a sadistic smirk “I suppose you’ll be wanting more, then. Lucky for you, I’m full to bursting” she lowered herself back down, wriggling in place as if to insure her captive’s nose fit perfectly in the sweaty crack of her worn, musky briefs.

bloorrrphhtt!! BBLORPPT!

“Mmph! Mm-mpph!” Elliot’s muffled cries were drowned out by a pair of bubbling blasts that choked the fresh air from his lungs. He had given up struggling; despite her small stature, Ramya’s toned, muscular frame easily kept him pinned as she continued her gleeful gassing.

oouuURPP!

She gave another hearty belch, then laughed “Oop, wrong end - that’ll be the beer” reaching back and spreading her cheeks, she tensed up for a moment, before pushing out a long, spluttering spate of hot, airy farts that gradually built to a thunderous, sloppy-sounding finish.

phrrappptt! phlorrt-phloppt-prrt! BBLOOOURRPPHT!!

“Mmh, that’s the stuff..” Ramya moaned in relief as she playfully jiggled her cheeks with both hands “I feel ten pounds lighter already. How about you?” she lifted her backside and bent forward, looking at him upside-down through the gap between her toned thighs “Think you’ve had enough payback?”

Elliot flinched, looking away as his roommate’s playful ponytail brushed against the sizeable tent in his patterned silk boxers. He said nothing, trying to remain stoic in the hopes that she wouldn’t notice.

“..eh? What do we have here?”

Again, no such luck.

Ramya sat up slightly, looking with a bemused smirk to the damp spot in his boxers “Looks like things got a bit messy, eh? Something you’re not telling me, Witt?” she looked at him with a knowing smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Elliot felt his face flush as he struggled to find the right words “...Look, I don’t know, okay?” he shrugged, no longer struggling against Ramya’s firm grip “How was I supposed to know I’d be into it?” his stomach dropped, and he asked nervously “..Are you mad? With me, I mean. You’re mad, aren’t you?”

“Nah” Ramya shook her head, laughing to herself at the absurdity of their situation “‘course not.”

“Phew!” Elliot gave a relieved sigh, resting his head back down on the bedroom floor for a moment, before giving Ramya a worried look “You’re.. not going to tell the others, right? You wouldn’t do that.” Ramya shook her head again “Okay, phew.”

There was a long silence, only broken by the muffled rumbling of Ramya’s stomach. Still straddling his chest, she couldn’t help but stare curiously as he continued to twitch inside his damp boxers. “I suppose I should go take that shower” Elliot spoke up “..probably take care of some other stuff, too” he added sheepishly.

“Probably” agreed Ramya, though she made no move to get off of him “...Y’know, I could help you out, if you like” she offered with a shrug “Still got some gas in the tank - no use lettin’ it go to waste. Might as well finish what I started, eh?”

Elliot was dumbfounded, but definitely not opposed “Y-you’re sure? I mean, you don’t have to.. Are you thinking of doing what I think you’re thinking of doing?” he tried not to sound too eager, but was almost immediately betrayed by his still-twitching erection.

“Consider it payback for taking your dinner earlier” she smiled, lifting his shirt and slipping a hand inside the waistband of his boxers “How’s that sound?”

Elliot smiled, sliding his now-freed hands up and over her hips as he leaned in and pressed his nose to the seat of her underwear “Sounds like a plan.”

pphhhrrrrppt.. phhht!!

“Uggh.. fuck” Elliot groaned, sniffing deeply as Ramya let loose an airy hiss against his nose “You stink.”

“Don’t I know it” Ramya chuckled to herself as she pulled back the waistband, smirking as Elliot’s cock sprung up eagerly “..huh, Octavio was right. Guess I owe him a pint, after all.”

“..wait, huh? Did Octane say something about m- mmph..!” Elliot was swiftly cut off as Ramya settled back into place, wiggling her toned ass back and forth until his nose nestled just so against her. “Mmph.. mmh..”

Ramya’s calloused hands were surprisingly soft and gentle as she began stroking him slowly, biting her lip as she felt more greasy fast-food gas brewing in her gut “I’m a bit out of practice..” she warned “I’m sure this’ll make it up to you, though.”

pbllup-blappt-blourbbt! bbBLOOOUUURPPHHT!

Still stroking, Ramya bore down and pushed out a string of deep, bubbly farts that rumbled against Elliot’s eager nose as he sniffed deeply, tightly gripping her pert backside and letting out muffled moans “Mmmph.. Mmh!!”

“Oi, not so tight! You’ll leave a bruise if you’re not careful..” chided Ramya, swatting at his hand “If you want to grab something, make yourself useful” she grabbed his hand, guiding it to her taut stomach “Help me get the last of this gas out, yeah?”

Elliot obliged, gently rubbing her toned stomach as he continued sniffing “Mmh.. sphrry, Rmmyuh..” his efforts were almost instantly rewarded as her stomach let out a low groan. He raised his hips in anticipation as she stroked faster still.

“Ooh - that’s got it” Ramya felt her stomach tighten and bit her lip, dropping a barrage of massive, bubbling farts with a satisfied groan.

bbpbbpbllrtt! pbbBLOURPTT! PBLLOORPT!

“Mm! Mmnh..! Mmmppphh!!” Elliot bucked and thrashed under her, sniffing hard as he came, shooting long, thick ropes of cum from his throbbing cock as he panted and moaned against Ramya’s reeking backside.

After a moment of simply enjoying the show, Ramya dismounted from her position atop her exhausted roommate and stood over him with hands on hips. She reached behind her, furrowing her brow as she touched the seat of her briefs “Bloody hell, Witt - you slobbered all over my last clean pair!” she turned her backside toward him “See? Can't take you anywhere.”

Elliot smirked, exhausted. Ramya squatted beside him as he lay breathless on the bedroom floor “All better?” she teased, brushing a sweaty lock of hair from his forehead.

“Y.. yeah” he panted “Thanks, Ramya.”

“No worries” she replied with a smile. She bent down as if to kiss his forehead, but instead gave a short sniff “Phwoar. You reek, mate” she leaned back, pinching her nose “Best be having that shower before you meet up with Renee tonight.”

Elliot sat up quickly, almost tripping over himself “Renee - right!” he repeated, pulling up his boxers and turning toward the bathroom.

“I’ll join you” Ramya nodded, stepping quickly past him into the hallway.

Elliot stopped, puzzled “In.. the shower?” he asked.

“No, you plonker - I need the loo!” she replied, stripping off her thoroughly slobbered-on panties as she rushed ahead of him into the bathroom. He heard the toilet seat lower, followed by a long, loud fart that echoed from inside.

He sighed, frustrated “Can you at least wait til I’m done showering?” he pleaded “I won’t take long!”

“Sorry, mate - gonna be here a while. You’re welcome to shower - I won’t look” Ramya replied over another muffled fart “Wouldn’t wanna be late for Renee, eh?”

Elliot groaned, taking a deep breath and stepping into the bathroom.

Payback stinks.