By: throwback1704
PART 1
4 months had passed since Sokovia, and Wanda Maximoff was still stricken with grief, guilt, and sorrow. She felt less powerful than her teammates. She didn’t fully know how to use her powers and no one knew how to train her to use them. She was insecure and wished that she could have a superpower or ability that was easier for her to understand. She rarely left her room in the Avengers compound. Though she was checked on by Vision, he would never share a nice warm meal with her seeing as though he couldn’t eat a nice warm meal. However, while she was alone she would put on American sitcoms, partly because she always liked them, partly to distract herself, and partly because she wanted to take on the American accent. She had grown somewhat acquainted with the other Avengers, but being the only other woman on the team, Natasha Romanoff could relate to her in many more ways than the others.
Wanda sat in her bed watching TV after the sun had set. She was wearing a low cut V neck, tight red flannel pajama pants, and a bra which felt a cup size too small. At around 8:30pm she heard a couple of thuds against her door. She got up to get it.
“Surprise!” Natasha exclaimed quietly as Wanda opened the door. Natasha came in wearing leggings and a tight crop top. She was balancing a small foldable table under her right arm, and two bowls, spoons, napkins, a ladle, and a full pot of food in her hands as she waddled through Wanda’s doorframe.
“Natasha? It’s late!” Wanda replied.
“You never came out to eat anything.” Natasha said, setting up the table right next to Wanda’s bed.
“Sorry. I am hungry, I guess I just didn’t want to go out and bother anyone.” Wanda said.
“I know. But you need to stay eating good meals if you want to get stronger.” Natasha, said as she set the food and bowls down.
“Well, what did you bring?” Wanda asked, hungrily.
“White bean soup!” Natasha exclaimed, “I made it myself.”
“Oh no…” Wanda said.
Natasha was a bit offended, “What, you don’t like my cooking?”
“I like it too much!” Wanda replied, “I end up eating wayyy more than I should every time you cook.” Wanda said, rubbing her belly.
“Pshhh don’t flatter me!” Natasha said as she filled their bowls with soup. “Now eat up!” she continued. Wanda sat down on her bed and took her first spoonful. “Mmmmf.”, she said in delight.
“You like it?” Natasha asked.
“Delicious.” Wanda said as she swallowed the soup.
Natasha sat next to Wanda on her bed and began eating alongside her, hoping to make her feel less alone. As they ate, Natasha couldn’t help but comment on the TV.
“What show are you watching?” Natasha asked, between bites.
“Just some Disney Channel show Shake it Up.” Wanda replied, also between bites.
“You know this is a kids show right? This isn’t like a classic American sitcom on a big network right?” Natasha asked, refilling her and Wanda’s bowls with more soup.
“I know,” Wanda began, “I’ve just already seen every other classic American sitcom. So I’m on to Disney Channel now.”
“Well, I like your commitment.” Natasha said. “Do you really like the shows that much?”
“I like them, but I also like to familiarize myself with the newer American accent. The new ‘kids shows’ I think help me do that.” Wanda replied.
“You know I can always help teach you the American accent…” Natasha offered.
“Really?” Wanda asked.
“Of course!” Natasha responded. “How about, we keep watching this episode until we finish this soup, and then I give you your first lesson? Deal?”
“Deal!” Wanda replied.
They were finishing up their soup, when from the TV came:
So come and show your support, but don’t do it for us… Do it for… the kids!
[FART NOISE]
[LAUGH TRACK]
Natasha burst out laughing at the crude joke. After seeing Natasha laugh so hard, Wanda just giggled at her reaction. Natasha looked at Wanda. “What? It was funny!” Natasha insisted.
“Not that funny!” Wanda replied, “It’s gross!”
“Okay, Farts at the dinner table, I would agree with you.” Natasha said before slurping up her last bit of soup, and pushing her empty bowl forward. “But dinner just ended!”
As if it were on cue, Wanda began to start feeling stomach pain.
“Well in Sokovia, it is impolite to talk about that or, even worse, do that anywhere!” Wanda claimed, as she too finished off her soup.
“Even with family?” Natasha asked.
“Even alone!” Wanda exclaimed.
“Wow! Me and my sister would have Fart-Offs every night growing up!” Natasha explained.
“That sounds lovely.” Wanda said, sarcastically.
“Well you seem to have picked up on the American sarcasm enough Wanda…” Natasha said as she too felt some pain in her stomach. Natasha reached for the remote, paused the TV and spoke directly to Wanda, her legs resting on Wanda’s bed in a mermaid style. “Okay, so speaking of American culture, it seems you have a couple of things you may need to get used to before you learn the accent.”
“Okay, like what?” Wanda asked.
“Repeat after me, and try your best to say the words just like I say them, even if you think you sound stupid, Okay?” Natasha instructed.
“Okay.” Wanda agreed.
Natasha started:
“Pull”
“…Pull…”
“My”
“…My…”
“Finger.”
“…Finger…”
As Wanda repeated the last word, Natasha knew the bubbling pain in her stomach would come in handy. Natasha stuck her hand out with her pointer finger extended. “Well, pull it!” Natasha insisted.
Wanda did so. Upon the pull, Natasha promptly but calmly squinted the left side of her face and let out a short:
PPPPPPRRRRRRBFRRRFT!
Wanda immediately gasped at Natasha’s release, while Natasha laughed at Wanda’s overly disgusted reaction.
“Natasha!!! Eww!” Wanda cried.
“What? It was just a little toot!” Natasha insisted.
“That was not a toot Natasha, that was a fart…” Wanda said, still shaken.
“Oh, please Wanda! No it wasn’t!” Natasha said.
“Of course it was!” Wanda said.
“No!” Natasha’s said, firmly.
“A fart is a fart!” Wanda claimed.
“No, that was a toot, this is a fart…” Natasha said, before shifting the top half of her body and letting rip a:
SSPPBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPFFFTTTTT
3 and a half second bubblier fart, deeper wetter, and longer than her last. It immediately made Wanda get up from her bed and take a step back towards her door. As Natasha’s fart finished, Wanda, too felt her stomach pain increasing.
“Natasha!” Wanda cried disgustedly.
Natasha just laughed.
“That’s… disgusting!” Wanda said.
“It’s natural!” Natasha said, defending herself.
The smell then hit Natasha. “Whoo!” she said, and then started waving her arms around as if to fan it away.
“In Sokovia this would be very impolite…” Wanda said. All of a sudden, her stomach pain got worse and made an audible bubbling noise. Wanda instantly became embarrassed at the sound and instinctively began rubbing her belly.
“Are you okay?” Natasha asked.
“Umm… yes…” Wanda claimed through her stomach ache.
“We’re not in Sokovia anymore Wanda.” Natasha reminded her.
Wanda didn’t say anything for a second.
“Look,” Natasha started, “Come and sit back down on your bed and we can watch a little more TV.”
Natasha unpaused the TV as Wanda shuffled back towards her bed, with her stomach pain only getting worse. They watched TV:
Well that’s not how it felt to me…
[TRANSITION SOUND EFFECT]
So come, and show your support, but don’t do it for us… do it for…
[SLOW-MOTION]
the kids!
[ELONGATED FART NOISE]
[LAUGH TRACK]
[BOOMING SOUND AS ALL CAST FALLS TO THE GROUND IN HORROR]
My eyes!!! My eyes!!!!
Natasha cracked up into laughter again at the TV show’s fart humor. Wanda was too much in pain to fully laugh.
“See Wanda, this is what it’s like in America! We find them funny! And natural!” Natasha said. Wanda just smiled.
Natasha continued, “It’s almost like a super power of its own!”
This called Wanda’s attention. “What do you mean?”
“I mean to be able to clear a room like that!” Natasha said, “That’s a skill i’ve been trying to hone for years!”
Wanda thought to herself as she felt gas painfully moving around her stomach.
“Pause the show.” Wanda declared.
Natasha reached for the remote and paused it. Wanda turned to look at Natasha face to face.
“Okay.” Wanda said, prepping herself. “Pull my finger.”, she said extending her pointer finger.
Natasha was shocked. “Really?!”, she said excitedly.
“Pull it!” Wanda commanded.
Natasha reached her hand out, grasped onto Wanda’s finger and pulled it towards her. Within a seconds notice, Wanda tensed up her butt, lifted one cheek off her bed, and relaxed her stomach letting go of a:
BBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPRPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFTTTTTPPPPP
TTTFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTSTSTSSTSTSTSTSTSTSTSTTTSTSstsss
Ridiculously long and deep fart. Natasha’s jaw dropped immediately and stayed down all throughout the massive fart. The smell was horrible and hit them both at the same time. “Phew!” Wanda said, impressed at her own disgusting display. Wanda smiled in relief of the gas’s release, “Thatfeels better!”
Natasha, still shocked said, “I’d hope! After ripping ass for that long it must feel good!”
“Ripping ass?” Wanda asked.
“It means farting.” Natasha said. “Oh my god Wanda, you must not know like any of the fart culture and terminology in America!”
“I know some!” Wanda claimed.
“Like what?” Natasha asked.
“Cut the cheese… break wind… uhhhh… I don’t know”
“That’s it?” Natasha asked, “You have a lot to learn.”
“Then teach me!” Wanda pleaded.
“Alright.” Natasha said, turning off the TV, and thinking to herself. She had an idea.
“Lesson number one.” Natasha began, “Imagine we’re at a party wearing beautiful gowns. We sit down and feel not so good in our stomachs right? Carefully watch my movements.”
Natasha began miming as if she were drinking champagne. She straightened her back to have perfect posture on Wanda’s bed. Slowly and cautiously, she lifts her right butt cheek, just off of the surface of the bed, still acting. After her butt being lifted off the bed for a few seconds, she gently lets it rest again. She then speaks up, still acting as if she were at a party, “Now take a whiff in.”
Wanda did so, and was struck by the horrid, eggy, rotten smell. “Did you just-?”, she asked.
“Mmmhmm”, Natasha confirmed.
“My god! Natasha, I think that is going to stink up my whole room!” Wanda said, plugging her nose.
“On a good day, those can stink up the whole compound.” Natasha replied, “That’s called a Silent But Deadly, and they are an essential skill to know as a spy.”
“Silent but deadly, huh?” Wanda asked
“Mmhmm, now why don’t you try it?” Natasha replied.
“Try to do a ‘Silent But Deadly’?” Wanda asked confused.
“Yeah, give it a shot. I’ll throw in an extra challenge. Imagine you’re at a party without seating.” Natasha explained, before asking, “How would you do this without lifting your butt off of the chair?”
“Well…” Wanda said as she stood up from her bed and began to mime out a glass of chardonnay in her hands. “I might do something like this…” Wanda began lifting one of her legs up to the side, but Natasha interrupted her, saying, “Nuh uh uh, too obvious! Also what happens if you’re wearing a skintight dress?”
“Well, alright.” Wanda said, forced to think of a new way to release more of the tension building up in her aching stomach. So, she again began miming the party actions again. Then, she “accidentally” knocked over one of the spoons left on the table from her late dinner. She carefully bent both legs all the way so that she was in an Indian Squat position. She silently released, picked up the spoon, and carefully stood back up. As she continued mining, suddenly the room’s awful scent was reinvigorated by an even nastier, eggier, acrid smell.
“Well done Wanda!” Natasha said, congratulating her on the impressively sly and smelly performance.
“Why thank you!” Wanda said happily.
The scent was staying very potent, and Natasha commented, “That one is definitely making me want to clear the room.”
“I kinda… like it.” Wanda said.
“I like my own ones too.” Natasha replied. “But no time for chit chat! I must teach you the next fart scenario… Imagine we’re at a club-restaurant, a very busy one. Music is playing loudly, people are yelling across every table just to hear each other, and people are screaming along to whatever song is playing. You don’t really like the people around you. You’ve got gas. No one would be able to hear whatever may come out of you. So you can do as follows:”
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Natasha ripped a mean fart, then promptly got up from Wanda’s bed and walked away towards the door. “See?” Natasha asked.
“That smells awful!” Wanda commented.
“I know! That’s the point!” Natasha responded.
“You fart and leave?” Wanda asked.
“It’s called crop dusting.” Natasha explained.
“Crop dusting?” Wanda asked.
“Yeah, why don’t you try to crop dust me? This time try it while as you walk past me.” Natasha instructed.
“Okay!” Wanda said, getting up from her bed and taking a few steps backwards.
“Remember: loud party, no one can hear, and I’m a guest at this party that you really don’t like.” Natasha said.
“Got it!” Wanda replied.
Wanda began walking and as she passed Natasha, she pushed out gas with every step.
PPFFFFFRRRRBB
PPRRRBDBBBBTTTTT
SSPLLRRRRFLT
FBBBRRRRTTTFFFTTTTT
“Phewww!” Natasha instantly replied to the rancid gas Wanda was just expelling.
“Was that good?” Wanda asked, walking back towards her bed.
“It was amazing! You just pulled off one of the stinkiest drive by crop dusts I’ve ever seen.” Natasha exclaimed.
“There’s more where that came from!” Wanda said, now pushing her butt back and letting rip another:
FFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFTTTTTTTTFFFTF
FFTFTTTTFFTTTFFTTFTTTTTTTTTTTT
“Ahh!” Wanda said, responding in relief to her own release.
Natasha’s jaw just dropped at the monster of a fart. “Wow, Wanda you’ve come a long way in just 20 minutes!”
"I know..." Wanda began, "I just feel think these... farts... can be almost like a new power of mine."
The noxious and disgusting smell from Wanda's butt filled their nostrils.
"Well with something as horrible as that, I'd say you're on the right track!" Natasha responded.
PART 2
Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff sat across from each other on the edge of Wanda’s bed after Natasha has begun to teach her the basics of American fart culture.
“Okay Wanda, next lesson.” Natasha said, reaching over to grab one of Wanda’s pillows.
“A pillow fight?” Wanda asked.
“No!” Natasha began, “A pillow fart.”
“‘Pillow fart?’ Natasha, that doesn’t even sound real.” Wanda said
“Trust me Wanda. This is a classic fart prank in America. You just take someone’s pillow…” Natasha said as she carefully lifted her bottom so that she could slide Wanda’s fluffy pillow beneath it… “Put it in the line of fire and…”
Ever so slightly straining, Natasha put her full weight onto the pillow and pushed out a surprisingly loud, but heavily muffled
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPFFFF
FFFFFFFFRRTTTTTTFFTTTFFFTFF…
The release’s reeking stench sept deep into the fabrics of the pillow as Natasha’s weight and elongated forceful emission sunk it’s way into the fluffy material…
…BBBBBLLLRRRFPPFPFFFFFFTTTTTFTFTFTFTSTSTSFFFFSSSPpppsp
Wanda’s jaw dropped at the astonishing farts her friend had just let rip. Natasha shimmied her bum to really rub in her smell, and letting herself sit on the pillow for a second, before gracefully lifting her butt up, pulling it out from underneath, handing it to Wanda, and saying, “Now take a whiff of that!”
Wanda grabbed the pillow, and sunk her face directly into it and took a deep breath through her nose in. Natasha’s acrid gas, now inside the pillow, assaulted Wanda’s nostrils. Wanda emitted a small moan when she breathed in, not realizing how potent it would be. She said, “My god Natasha! That’s horrible!”
“Thank you!” Natasha said, contining with her lesson, “See the pillow fart’s typical intention is to give the person, upon whose pillow you just farted on, pink eye. Don’t worry though, it’s a complete myth, you can’t actually contract pink eye from a pillow fart. Now go ahead! Give it a try!”
Natasha grabbed one of Wanda’s fresh pillows and handed it to her.
“I just… fart on it?” Wanda asked.
“Exactly.” Natasha responded.
Wanda hesitantly took the fluffy pillow, sat up from sitting on her legs, put the pillow down, and sat back down. The pillow was being crushed between Wanda’s calves and her full weight concentrated in her butt. She then pushed out a bassy, muffled:
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPRRRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRRRRRPRPRPRPRPRPRPPFFFFFT
FTFPPPPPPPPTPTPTPPPPPTPPTPTPTptptptpTPTTPTPTPFFTFTFFFTTFT
Wanda felt strangely turned on by her gassy release, but even more so by Natasha’s intensely intrigued face while she watched her fart.
“Great one Wanda!” Natasha said.
Wanda suddenly felt the urge to punish Natasha’s perfect face. So Wanda, with s devious smile on her face growing, shook her butt into the pillow, pressing in all the stink she could possibly get into the pillow’s fibers.
“Wanda… what are you doing?” Natasha asked suspiciously.
Wanda quickly pulled the rottenly smelling pillow out from underneath her perfect butt, and shoved it, fart side first, into Natasha’s face.
“MMMMPFFff” Natasha muttered under the putrid fluff.
Wanda’s devious smile turned into a small cackle at Natasha’s situation. But Natasha enjoyed the feeling. She soaked up the horrible smell of Wanda’s once bassy fart deep into her nostrils, sensually moaning under the pillow. But to an outsider’s ear it only sounded like a woman pleading for air. Finally Wanda lifted the pillow off of her friend’s face, laughing at her condition.
Natasha gasped in the barely fresh air of Wanda’s room, as the pillow left her face.
“How did I smell?” Wanda asked, giggly.
“Disgusting!” Natasha replied, out of breath. “You’re definitely learning.”
“Only from the best!” Wanda said.
Natasha just smiled, still trying to catch her breath in a room whose air itself was beginning to reek.
“I want to learn more!” Wanda begged.
Natasha thought to herself.
“Wanda please tell me you have heard of fire farts.” Natasha asked.
“No… I haven’t.” Wanda replied.
“Oh my god, you are missing out.” Natasha said, pulling out a lighter from a hidden pocket in her tight black leggings.
“Whoa where do you get that?” Wanda asked, shocked.
“My Widow leggings are super high tech Wanda, you don’t know that?” Natasha asked.
Wanda just shrugged.
Natasha started getting excited. “Oh my god they have about 20 secret pockets, where I don’t even feel what’s inside of them, and even some basic Fart tech.”
“Fart tech?” Wanda asked.
“Yeah! Tony made it for me. Apparently he was annoyed with how much me and Pepper were letting it rip.”, Natasha said. “So these pants can make us suppress the noise and smell in our pants, but I always keep the fart suppressors off. I think he manually forces all of Pepper’s pants to keep hers on though.”
“Pepper Potts?”, Wanda asked, surprised.
“Yes! Pepper Potts can really fart! She told me she would stink up her office so badly, that no one would ever schedule a meeting with her there. Her poor assistants!” Natasha insisted.
But anyways, look at this.”
Natasha sat herself up on Wanda’s bed, got on one knee so that she was facing away from Wanda, brought her arm around to situate her lighter right against her butt, igniting it as she let rip.
BBBBBBRRRPRRRPRPRPRPPRPFFFFFFTFT
The relatively short fart made a quick small explosion of the flame.
“See, Wanda.” Natasha said, “That was with my fart tech off, but noww….”
Natasha pressed a button on her leggings, then put the lighter back to her butt to ignite.
BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Her lengthy fart and the new settings on her skin tight leggings, allowed a solid stream of flames to emit from her lighter, as if she had set up a makeshift flamethrower from her butt. The fart’s stench also had a certain burnt rubber quality of it that filled the room, much to both of the women’s disgust.
“That is incredible, Natasha! You almost burned my whole room down!” Wanda said.
“I know, wanna try?” Natasha said.
“Sure!” Wanda said.
“Get on all fours, arch your butt upwards, I’ll put the lighter up to your butt.” Natasha instructed.
Wanda did exactly that. Her red flannel pajama pants tightly rustled around Wanda’s large butt as she quickly moved to the arched position in bed, jiggling the fat on her behind. Natasha was impressed by Wanda’s display, and felt attracted to her butt, as she moved her lighter to the space between Wanda’s increasingly beckoning cheeks. She became distracted by the enticing sight and only halted her stare when hearing Wanda say, “Go!”
Natasha immediately lit the flame, and Wanda let rip a:
BBRRRRRRRPRRRRROOOOOOPPPPPP P PPPPPPPP
Natasha dodged the quick, explosive flame by a fraction of a second, as she had, in her arousal, unknowingly gotten much closer to Wanda’s butt than she should have. Natasha felt her panties getting wet. Wanda began cackling in laughter at her own fart, her shoulders falling onto her elbows, and sticking her butt higher in the air, taking even more of Natasha’s attention.
As the rancid fire fart’s smell filled the air, Natasha decided to offer something bold, asking Wanda, “Do you wanna try it with my leggings on?”
Wanda’s face lit up. “Yes!”, she said excitedly.
“Because I really want to try your pants on.” Natasha said.
Wanda’s face immediately got nervous. “Oh… you want to trade pants?”
“Of course! I mean if you’re farting in mine, then it’s only fair that I get to see what it’s like to stink up a room in those…” Natasha pleaded.
Wanda had been so turned on during the session, that her panties had also begun getting wet. She feared that when Natasha tried her pants on, she would notice the dampness on the inside of the pajamas, a problem that Natasha’s Widow leggings prevented entirely.
“Pleaseeee?” Natasha begged, continuing, “My gas is dying to see what it’s like on the inside of those. :isten!”
Natasha leaned a bit forward and let out a
PPPPWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOMMPPFFFTFT
A loud resonating fart that sounded almost like a trumpet whimpering.
“See how sad it is?!” Natasha exclaimed, jokingly, exaggerating a frown.
Wanda’s mouth was agape breathing out sharply in an almost-laugh, impressed by Natasha’s little show.
“Well…” Wanda said reluctantly as she caressed her butt softly with her hands, “I suppose I’ll give your farts a chance to inhabit my environment…”
Suddenly Natasha leaned forward again,
PWWWRRROOOMP PRRRRRRRUUUPTFTTT
“Look they said thank you!” Natasha commented after pushing out two more, resonating, tuneful, airy farts.
The nasty smell of Natasha’s cute toots, reached the women’s noses.
“Some way to show their gratitude…” Wanda said, fanning the air around her nose.
“The stinkier, the more sincere!” Natasha insisted.
“If you say so…” Wanda said.
Wanda continued, “I do think that my gas deserves a chance to say goodbye to their home pants though Natasha.”
“No, of course, whatever they need.” Natasha said, supportively.
“Ahem…” Wanda said, moving her body so that her butt was more towards Natasha. “Anything you’d like to say before you departure?” Wanda asked, looking behind her back at her own butt.
PPPPLLLLRRRPRFTFTT
PPRFRFFRFFTTTFTTF
PRRFFRFFTF
Out, came three quick, tight sounding farts. Wanda immediately began talking after her releases stating, “Oh! It seems they’re asking for a moment of silence for all the farts that got trapped in my stomach.”
“A noble cause.” Natasha interjected, continuing the joke.
“Indeed.” Wanda started, “Now let us grant them a moment of silence.”
Wanda and Natasha both put their heads downs and went into complete silence, both dedicatedly playing into the little story they were creating. Wanda though, had a plan. She carefully lifted one cheek and released something that had been making her stomach hurt for a while. A nearly imperceptibly quiet stream of air flowed out of her ass…
pppssssssssssssssssssssssssssssspppsssspspspspssssssspspspsspspspssssssssssssssssssppppss
sssfffffffffffffff…
Wanda’s felt so much pleasure in her hissing release, her face looked as if she were reaching climax. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Natasha looked over and noticed how much pleasure Wanda was getting. Her disgusting leaking air immediately intensified the already rank air in Wanda’s bedroom. The smell was unlike any fart in the whole night. Wanda’s fart only made Wanda get more wet, but she didn’t care because she felt so good in her release,
… ffffsssssssssspsppppprrrrrRrrrrRrrrRRppppsssspsPPpppppPPPrrrrRrrrrrRRRRRRPPPPFF
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She was in so much ecstasy from the now 20+ second fart that she stopped caring about the silence and let the hissing fart grow into a low rumble and eventually into a booming bubbly fart. Natasha even began coughing at the horrible smell that was emitting from Wanda’s juicy ass. The fart’s awful smell was so bad that their eyes started burning. Wanda, through the thick scent in the room, laughed at Natasha’s coughing.
“Jesus Wanda!” Natasha exclaimed.
“Too much?” Wanda asked.
“Well, all I can say is, that moment of silence literally brought tears to my eyes…” Natasha said, wiping away the water falling from her face.
“I’d hoped it would!” Wanda said cheerily.
“Can we trade pants now?” Natasha asked eagerly.
“I suppose so…” Wanda said.
They both got up from the bed and started stripping their pants off. Wanda caught a peek at Natasha’s underwear first. Natasha had on a pair of small black panties that covered only about 30% of her ass. Natasha then took a look at Wanda’s underwear. Wanda had on white panties that almost covered all of her ass, but left a fraction of it, hanging underneath. They then turned around and handed each other their pants and then put them on. Natasha noticed the dampness in Wanda’s pants as she put them on, but decided not to bring it up.
They both began posing in the mirror, looking at how the pants fit them.
“You look great!” Natasha said looking at Wanda, whose ass’s every curve was now being accentuated by the technologically advanced black widow leggings.
“Thank you, you do too!” Wanda said, staring at Natasha’s wonderful butt, filling up her pants, and making the straight lines on the flannel red pajamas curve.
“Thank you!” Natasha said.
“Well, are you going to let your farts get what they’ve been asking for this whole time?” Wanda asked.
“I will, thank you very much…” Natasha responded. Still in eachothers purview in the mirror, Natasha looked up at the ceiling as she conjured a fart from deep inside her stomach.
PPPPPPPPRPRRRRRRRRRRRRRPRPRPRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTFTTTTTT!
“Ahh!” Natasha said in relief exaggeratively.
“What do they think?” Wanda asked speaking to Natasha’s reflection, despite being right net to her.
“They love their new home!” Natasha replied to Wanda’s reflection. “Listen…” Natasha said as she pointed her butt towards the mirror.
PPPPRRRRRRRFFTFTFT
PPLLLLRRRLLLPFPpppfft
“They’re grateful!” Said Natasha.
Wanda bent over and put her face in the area where Natasha just pointed her butt to and farted. She took in a deep whiff, and the concentrated disgusting fart smell filled her nose, forcing her to cough at the smell.
“They’re definitely being sincere!” Wanda barely made out, and now standing back up.
Natasha laughed.
“Well don’t get too comfortable in there…” Wanda said, before playfully slapped Natasha’s butt.
The unexpected slap made Natasha release a short moan.
There was a prolonged moment of awkward silence before Natasha finally said, “So, Do you want to try that fire fart now?”
“Oh right yes!” Wanda said.
Wanda and Natasha crawled back onto the bed and Wanda got on all fours again. Wanda again put herself in the position that had turned Natasha on so much earlier. As Wanda’s ass rose up, Natasha situated the lighter right between her friend’s large butt cheeks.
Wanda and Natasha made eye contact, and stayed in this position for a moment.
“Should I go?” Natasha asked.
“One second…” Wanda said, before quickly turning off the lights with her powers so that the room was near pitch black.
“Now go!” Wanda said, making Natasha ignite the flame.
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Wanda released a behemoth of a fart, sending the small spark into a stream of solid flames, lighting up the entire room. As the light flooded the room, Wanda and Natasha looked eachother in the eyes, their pupils reflecting the orange flame being sent from Wanda’s noxious gas. The disgusting fumes filled the room as Wanda and Natasha passionately gazed at eachother, as the light and loud blast suddenly came to a quick stop.
Wanda flicked the lights on and the girls burst out into laughter, falling on the bed together and looking each other in the eyes. They rested in each other’s arms for a moment before Natasha finally said, “I still have more to teach you Wanda…”
“I’m all ears.” responded Wanda.