By: JustAnotherGasWriter
Cay was sitting in her camping chair outside of her local GameStop, bags under her eyes but a big grin plastered on her face. She had been waiting outside of the store for nearly two days now to be the first in line to pick up DOOM: Eternal for the midnight launch of the game. Despite her usually rather meek and docile seeming nature, she absolutely loved the DOOM games. The original DOOM was the first mature game she had been allowed to play on her mom’s old computer as a kid and the reboot of the series from a few years ago had been her favorite new game released for the Xbox One and Playstation 4 generation. It may not have had the richest story or the deepest mechanics, but there was something so awesomely satisfying about the DOOM reboot that she couldn’t get enough of. She looked a bit out of place as the first person in line; she had her red frame glasses on and looked small next to most of the others that had gotten in line behind her though she also wore a black shirt with a cacodemon on it and a hair clip with Doom Guy’s helmet on it. She even had brought her Switch along for the trip, of course having the portable edition of DOOM 2016 for it to play, though she also had brought Smash Ultimate, Zelda BOTW and Pokemon Shield. Needless to say, she had all of her bases covered. Sophie had even tagged along for the first day of the outing to wait with her and keep her company, though unfortunately the french gal had been unable to get the day before the release from work and had to leave her to herself. This had thrown a wrench into things, Cay had been well prepared by bringing her chair, a small one person tent and a portable cooler of drinks and some food, though she had been banking on her friend being there. When Sophie was in line with her, they had been able to take turns sleeping and also using the bathroom. As a result, Cay had neither had a chance to use the toilet or sleep for around 22ish hours and counting. But no matter, the pain and exhaustion was only temporary but the bragging rights of being the first person to get her hands on DOOM was forever. Eternal even.
The mousy blonde was humming as the sun began to dip down the city skyline, playing some Smash on her Switch when she heard the screech of car breaks in the road in front of her. She looked up enough from her screen to see Sophie smiling wide at her from the driver seat in her car, still clad in her Hooters uniform.
“Hey there Soph! Come back to hop on the grind again with me?” she asked in a sing-song voice, really hoping that the brunette would rejoin her in the line so she could have the chance to rest a bit.
“Nah, sorry Cay Cay… my mom has some guests over right now so I told her I would bring home some wine and a cheese plate.” Sophie replied, rolling her eyes it was pretty evident that she wanted to join her friend but had commitments to this rather mundane task.
“Oh, I see… well can you at least wait in line for a minute? I need to use the ladies room.” Cay asked, blushing a bit at the mention of the toilet she also lowered her voice when bringing this up.
Soph just shook her head again. “Afraid not, Grocery Outlet is closing in twenty minutes and I’m not paying liquor store prices for wine I’m not drinking.” She told her, reaching for something she produced a white to-go box from the passenger seat. “I did bring you these though… we have them as a special at work and I thought they would get you in the spirit.” Sophie continued, a smirk crossing her mouth as she handed the box over. As soon as she took the container from Sophie, Cay could feel her eyes water a little bit.
“W-what are these?” the blonde gal asked her friend, put off by the immediate spice she detected coming from the otherwise innocent looking box of food.
“I don’t know what all is in the sauce, they’ve just called them Demon Wings and most of the customers that have had them so far weren’t able to finish… maybe you shouldn’t have them all at once yet if you can’t get to the bathroom right now.” Soph told her, the large smirk remaining on her face. “Alright, I gotta bounce… later Cay!” Sophie called out to her as she began to drive away from the curb. And just like that, Cay was alone again.
The shy gal watched her car speed away before sitting back down in the chair with the box on her lap. She opened the box slowly with a rather sceptical expression, seeing the wings as the box began to open. Cay could feel heat escape the box; both from how fresh and hot from the fryer the wings were and from the sauce they had then been tossed in. The sauce gave the wings a dark red color that made Cay’s stomach hurt just looking at them, though her stomach was also feeling rather empty. She only had really brought junk food and snacks in the cooler and the only feeling of actual fullness she had was from the bloat she was already experiencing from bottling her body gas up. The wings, while practically screaming danger in Cay’s face, looked very very appetizing to the hungry woman. She knew that it was a bad idea to indulge in the wings, though her brain and belly craved more sustenance than a handful of skittles and trail mix. Cautiously, and against all of her better judgement, Cay removed a drumstick from the pile of chicken and took a bite. Her face flushed deep red and her eyes watered, the spice overwhelming her instantly after biting into the chicken, but Cay was so famished that she powered through and finished the drumstick off anyway. The spice intensified even further, hit a peak, and then cooled down to a much more manageable level soon after. Cay was actually rather surprised; the wings weren’t just edible, they were good! Eying the pile of chicken that remained, Cay lost any and all self control and dug in. She felt the rush of spice overwhelm all of her senses again, which then cooled off into the rather delicious flavor the sauce had after giving her a death punch. The wings disappeared in what felt like an instant, the only evidence of their existence being the residual sauce on Cay’s fingers and around her mouth. She was a bit embarrassed after, realizing she must’ve looked like a wild animal feasting on its first kill in a long while chowing down on the wings.
“D-damn, those were way better than I thought.” she muttered to herself, taking the time to wipe her fingers and mouth off to at least be a bit more lady-like. Once she was done cleaning, she cracked a can of sprite from her cooler open and returned to her game of Smash. It wasn’t long however before she began feeling some… adverse reactions. Her stomach settled down temporarily as it received the real meal it so desperately craved, though once it began breaking the wings down the stomach discomfort increased tenfold. Sweat came across Cay’s brow as everything started to get cooked up in her gut. Soon after this, she could feel the discomfort and pain spread down to her lower areas and eventually into her bowels; if she felt like she was keeping the floodgates closed on some gas before then this was a whole different level of effort she had to put in to maintain bowel discipline.
Cay didn’t want to give her spot in the line up… but she really didn’t want to embarrass herself or subject the other people waiting in line to what was sure to be some killer gas either. She found herself in quite the dilemma, probably not her smartest moment eating something that she knew would likely provoke her bowels while also waiting in a line that she couldn’t leave. The blonde stood up from her seat and tried not to make it too obvious she was experiencing such aggressive indigestion, though it was hard not to give that body language off. As her belly bubbled and boiled around, her legs shifted around in discomfort and attracted attention from a person or two in line next to her. Cay sweated some more, looking at her phone quickly to check the time.... 10 PM, only two more hours before the store would open for the midnight release and she could get the hell out of here.
Cay was able to tough it out for another rather stressful and painful hour without so much as letting a puff of gas slip out by accident. Pretty impressive given the circumstances, though it didn’t really matter in the end as she knew that she was going to make herself sick and lose all control very soon if she didn’t at least let a tad bit go. “Fuck… you got this Cay, just let it out nice and slow and if anyone asks, there’s probably some excuse you can pull out your ass… just enough so you don’t blow your ass out completely.” she thought to herself, closing her eyes once she talked through it all with herself and allowing her cheeks to loosen ever so slightly. Immediately, high pressure flatulence slipped out in a harsh and concentrated stream. Cay immediately felt much better, biting her lower lip in concentration to keep herself from just letting go but also from the relief of finally being able to relax just a little bit. Unfortunately for her, she hadn’t accounted for two things that gave her away: one being that there was a very gentle cross breeze from the side. With the direction it blew, it would spread her deathly gas downwind to everyone else waiting in line. Secondly, since she was still standing up and the stream was strong enough, there was a noticeable flutter to her skirt while she was actively breaking wind.
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“Ahhhhhhh…. Alright that’s enough, mission successful.” she thought to herself, oblivious to the fact that she wasn't half as stealthy as she thought she had been. In no time at all, the entire line was wrenching over from the spicy sulfuric stink that polluted the air. This wouldn’t be so incriminating for her if one or two of the other patrons had seen the skirt flutter.
“ACK! You need to fucking get something checked out lady.” One of them told Cay in annoyance while coughing into his arm.
“Jesus! You need to take a shit?” His friend asked, using a paper plate to fan the air away.
“Hm? W-what are you talking about?” Cay asked, trying to feign innocence though she gave herself away with the immediate blush that came to her face when she was called out.
“You know damn well what we’re talking about! You must’ve ripped ass for a solid ten seconds and now this whole fucking line smells like a mix rotten eggs and spice… they could use your asshole to control a crowd I swear!” The first guy choked out into his arm in reply, the constant fanning from his friend doing nothing to spare him from how strong and prevalent Cay’s brand was in the air. As he raised his voice and pointed at her, other patrons in the line turned their attention and anger to Cay. The shy gal turned even redder as she felt many pairs of eyes focus their attention on her.
“I-I’m sorry, I just have a stomach bug I think!” She started to immediately make excuses, her skirt starting to dance behind her as Cay pooted in panic.
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If it hadn’t been pretty obvious to everyone that Cay was responsible for violating their sinuses, it was pretty obvious now as the now humiliated girl started to uncontrollably rip ass, which just fed into the vicious cycle of her apologizing profusely and then losing even more control. Everyone downwind of her started coughing harder, one guy even got out of line and stumbled off back to his car to escape the scent. Cay finally got it back under wraps, redder than a tomato as she watched everyone else being quite literally at the mercy of her ass. She just began to pick up her small camp area quickly and sheepishly so she could hustle out, though was pleasantly surprised when she saw some headlights enter the parking lot. The manager for this location of the GameStop had seen the line building the past few days and had decided to just open the door a bit early so that way everyone could get out of there faster. It seemed like Cay had finally run into a bit of good luck.
The manager parked and stepped out of his small sedan, whistling loudly and twirling his keys while walking to the door. He recognized Cay and gave her a friendly wave of acknowledgement before seeing the mass of people still recovering from her gas attack.
“What’s their deal?” he asked in confusion, raising a brow as he unlocked the door.
“W-who, them? Couldn’t tell you.” Cay shrugged, just trying to get into the store as fast as she could so she could go.
The manager just shrugged and got the door unlocked before opening the door, which Cay followed him through. “Will it just be the copy of DOOM miss?” he asked as Cay hurriedly showed him a receipt for a prepaid preorder of the game.
“Y-yes that's it.” she nodded quickly, feeling the pressure in her guts starting to build again it was only a matter of time before another outburst would be inevitable… and likely a bit messier than the first one.
“Alrighty then, have a good night miss!” the manager smiled, handing Cay a copy of the game.
Cay eeped out a simple ‘Thanks’ out to the man before scurrying out of the door, quickly grabbing her things along the way from the front of the line before hustling to her car. She was really sweating now, fumbling with her car keys as she got the trunk open and threw her cooler and bags into the back quickly before slamming it shut and slipping into the driver seat. “C’mon, damnit!” she swore, her hand was shaking too much and she dropped her keys twice before managing to get them into the ignition and turn the car on. Once she was all set to go, Cay just stepped on the pedal and straight across the lot to a gas station. Parking close, Cay hurried in and got to the bathroom just in time.
“I made it!” she declared in disbelief to herself as she locked the door into the rundown lavatory, slipping her skirt down to her knees and sitting on the pot. WIth a victorious expression, Cay just relaxed and let it slide.
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A large, booming shart made her cheeks flap… though Cay felt something else as she let the first bomb drop… a subtle but very distinct squelching between her legs. Looking down, she immediately saw her grave mistake: in her rush, she had failed to notice that she hadn’t dropped her panties and thus had instead totally obliterated them in one powerful push. The formerly light blue undergarments were now a deep and rich brown color with a very noticeable dampness and bulge to them. She couldn’t believe it; after all the holding on and fighting, she had lost the battle to an early celebration. “Ohhhh no, whyyyyyyy!” she whined at herself, pulling the soiled underpants off and down past her knees before sitting back on the toilet. Pouting, she began to resume her very fiery, sloppy dump. She winced while it passed from her rear end, the level of spice that she thought burned coming in burned twice as bad making its way out. Plops echoed out from the bowl below her occasionally and immediately following good pushes that made Cay wince even more, her asshole practically turning to a fountain temporarily when she tried to just push and pass her load out even faster. A cloud of her spicy brand filled the confined space, it would be awhile before it fully aired back out to a semi normal state. It got so bad in fact that Cay had to pinch her own nose off around halfway through her dump and felt her eyes water as well.
Finally, there was calm after the storm. She may have had shit in her panties and a burning on her backside, but it was all over now. Cay cautiously rubbed her own stomach for a little bit to make sure she had totally unloaded everything before finally being satisfied. She then allowed herself a sigh of relief that it was finally over, breaking six or seven squares of paper off of the roll and wiping. If there was one thing she could learn from the whole experience, it was nothing good ever came of preordering.