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The Whoopie Cushion Roommate
🕑 Added 2021-05-18 03:50:32 +0000 UTCWARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Female Fart Inflation
Tired of her roommate constantly gassing her, a woman decides to use a feeding tube and a special drink to give her a taste of her own medicine. What starts out as a harmless prank takes on a new light as her roommate begins to grow with more than just regret. This story was voted on by my Patrons.
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Despite the fact she was sneaking around her own apartment, Tasha felt as if she was a thief getting ready to pilfer a priceless piece of art. She definitely looked the part with a baggie grey hoodie obscuring her locks of bright red hair and a pair of slippers softening her footsteps. What wasn’t helping her stealth attempt was the cardboard box clutched between her pale arms. Nearly tripping over an abandoned pair of shoes, she managed to catch herself from tumbling to the ground. Stopping to adjust her glasses and wipe the sweat from her freckled face, she stared down the room at the end of the hall.
Carefully creeping open the door, Tasha tiptoed her way around numerous piles of dirty clothing and emptied out bottles of booze. Setting her box down in one of the few open spaces of floor, she crept towards the bed. Peeking across the mattress let her see her roommate, Daphne sound asleep. The party girl was still dressed in her preferred clubbing attire of a black tank top and jean short shorts that helped to show off her tanned skin and lithe body. Tasha twitched as she watched the slumbering party girl turn in her sleep, fraying her neck-length black hair. Hearing the soft breaths of sleep escape her still painted lips, Tasha began to have second thoughts on her plan. That was until she heard a very rude noise escape Daphne’s backside.
Tasha grimaced at the fart, recognizing it as one of the many “gifts” Daphne bestowed upon her. When Daphne wasn’t out partying, she would pass the time by tormenting Tasha with various pranks that mostly revolved around gassing her. Everything from farting in her face when she fell asleep on the couch to adding some extra spice to her meals when she wasn’t looking were fair game for her. Hearing another puff of air escape Daphne’s backside helped to fortify Tasha’s resolve in going through with her revenge.
Sifting through the cardboard box with one eye trained on Daphne, Tasha pulled out the first part of her plan. It was a long plastic tube with one end affixed with leather harnesses. Holding the apparatus between her hands, she once again cursed herself for ordering the extra-large length by accident. When she bought the tube from a feeder fetish site it was difficult to guess what accounted for a regular size. At the very least, she was satisfied that the series of locking restraints would be more than sufficient at keeping the business end of the tube securely on Daphne’s mouth.
Neatly hanging the hose off the side of the bed, Tasha brought her attention to the second, most important part of her plan. The bottle was the size of her palm, its clear casing showing off a fizzy, brown liquid inside. Holding the container up to her face, Tasha read over the words “Giant-Sized Gas Guzzle” in bright green letters behind a drawn on fart cloud. Rolling the bottle back and forth between her palms, she recalled the strange man that had sold it to her by feeding into her need for getting back at her roommate.
Before she could have a chance to second guess herself, Tasha popped open the bottle’s cap and put it to her lips. The taste was something akin to a cheap chocolate drink someone could buy from a shady gas station. Motivated by her desire to give Daphne what was coming to her, Tasha didn’t stop until she had swallowed half the bottle. It was only after she pulled the neck away from her lips and shivered at the unpleasant aftertaste did she notice the bright red warning label on the side.
Straining her eyes with what little light was in the room, she tried to focus on the tiny print. Tasha’s discovery that she had swallowed the equivalent to ten times the recommended dose coincided with a vicious rumbling noise from her gut. Her logical side begged for her to stop what she was doing and try to find something to alleviate the storm brewing inside of her. However, her inner voice fell silent as she grasped the hose and climbed her way up onto the bed.
Carefully maneuvering herself around Daphne’s snoring form, she gingerly arranged the tube into the right position. Hearing the rumbling in her stomach made the act of setting up the tube all the more nerve wracking. The process itself was easy enough, ensuring the hose was shoved past Daphne’s lips and the mouth harness was bound around everything below her nose. Tasha’s problem was that with each churn and groan of her stomach, she was tempted to rush through the task before her roommate woke up. Thankfully Daphne was still sound asleep by the end, completely unaware to the contraption affixed to her mouth.
Scooting back on the bed, Tasha looked at her handiwork with a modicum of pride. Any sense of accomplishment she felt was downplayed as she looked upon the other end of the tube and remembered the next step of her plan. Picking up the free end of the hose between her hands, she didn’t know what had possessed her in the first place to think this was a good idea. Another rumble from her gut helped her swallow her pride and pull down the back of her sweatpants.
Guiding her end of the tube along her butt crack, Tasha kept asking herself what in the hell she was doing. An involuntary squeak came from her mouth as the tube slid across her anus. Chewing on her lip, she spread her hips and took a deep breath before plunging it inside. Gritting her teeth, she managed to get through the first hurdle of shoving the hose past her asshole with little room to spare. Unsure of how deep she needed to go, she kept pushing until she couldn’t fit any more. Finally seeing fit to pull her hand away, she gave a quick shake of her backside to ensure that the tube was securely inside of her.
With everything set up and the rumbling in her intestines growing stronger, Tasha got into position. She carefully straddled Daphne’s body to avoid waking her or dislodging the hose. Staring down at her roommate, she brought up the memories of the various times she had been pranked to justify what she was about to do. Allowing herself to take on a sinister smile, she unleashed her fury.
A small puff of air came flowing through the tube. The fart was small, but it was a nice starter for what was to come. Tasha knew the moment the foul air sunk into Daphne’s lungs as the sleeping party girl began to stir. The look of pure disbelief on Daphne’s face was a stark contrast to Tasha’s malicious grin.
Grabbing hold of her mid-section, Tasha pushed into her gut to further stir up her digestion. Her efforts bore fruit in the form of a boisterous fart that blew through the tube to sink into Daphne’s mouth. Squirming as she tried to force Tasha off only aided the creation of foul bubbles to continue the gaseous feast. Ripping one nasty fart after another, Tasha reveled in her usual meekness getting washed away by her growing malevolence.
“Yeah, how do you like it?” Tasha asked, bringing their faces close together to admire the expression of disgust as Daphne swallowed another mouthful of flatulence. “You should really try it with your breakfast. Or perhaps you prefer the raw stench of someone’s colon erupting in your face? Regardless, I’ll make sure you get your fill. It’s what you deserve you disgusting piece of-“
Tasha’s teeth barely missed biting her tongue as something sent her toppling backwards. Catching herself from falling off of the bed, she climbed back onto the mattress in search of the disturbance. The source made itself apparent through the sight of the noticeable bulge taking up the majority of Daphne’s mid-section.
Crawling towards the strange growth, Tasha could only stare in awestruck confusion. Daring to reach out, she gave the basketball-sized protrusion an experimental poke. It felt real enough, mimicking the sensation of pushing against an overfilled balloon. Placing her hand against the odd phenomenon, Tasha looked between it and Daphne in search of answers.
Tasha’s questions were put on hold as her gut loudly protested to her lack of gas expulsions. Unable to stop a fart from blasting its way down the tube, Tasha reeled her hand back as Daphne’s belly expanded. Hearing the last of her gas peter out coincided with the cease in the bulge’s swelling. Letting out another squeaky fart and seeing the gut fill with another helping of gas was enough evidence to prove Tasha’s fears.
Immediately Tasha crawled across the bed to lock eyes with Daphne. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“Mmph, mmmph!” Daphne replied, pointing towards the hose still stuck down her throat.
“Right, right,” Tasha replied, scrambling to try and remove the lock from around her face.
Trying to ignore the sensation of the swelling orb rubbing against her backside, Tasha tried to pry open the latch. To her dismay, her efforts to remove the harness were ruined by the lock fastened around the back the of the mouthpiece. Feeling that the expanding gut wouldn’t wait for her to find the key, Tasha attempted to yank out the hose with several brute force pulls.
Tasha stopped moving once an explosive cloud of flatulence came blowing down the tube to further inflate her roommate. Feeling Daphne’s gut swell further, her attention became focused on keeping the gas inside at bay. She dared not to move a muscle, no telling how much more her roommate’s body could take. Her resistance was met with a growing pressure, as if the gas inside of her was alive and determined to escape her intestines. Clenching her fingers and chewing her lip, she gave a look of silent repentance towards Daphne as she finally lost the battle.
A minute-long fart ended the silence that permeated the room. The horrific smell that slipped through the hose gave a small sample of the awful gas that poured into Daphne’s mouth to further her torment. Tasha’s attempt to apologize was offset by a loud yelp as she was tossed aside by the swelling gut. Rolling off of the bed, Tasha turned back to see that the swelling was encompassing the entirety of Daphne’s torso. No longer held down by Tasha, the party girl began to float off the bed. Rising several feet into the air she slowly rotated about to show off her bloated, spherical form.
Mouth agape at the sight of the woman held aloft by flatulence, Tasha somehow forgot the fact that the other end of the hose was still stuck up her ass. No longer able to reach Daphne’s head, Tasha attempted to yank out the tube. Trying to ignore the sound of more gas slipping from her anus and Daphne’s clothes being ripped apart, her attempts to dislodge the hose seemed to only further embedded it in her colon.
Tugging on the hose let loose another barrage of gas to further inflate Daphne. Her sleeping attire ripped asunder to reveal the full extent of her taut stomach and the sight of her new outie belly button. Daphne’s shirt popped off to momentarily show off her shapely breasts, only for them to follow the same fate as the rest of her torso. Gas filled her boobs to stretch them out into swollen, beach ball-like spheres that showed little signs of slowing. Running out of space, the farts found their way towards her nipples to produce something akin to a pair of lanky balloon animals someone would see at a party. As Daphne was turned about by another helping of Tasha’s ass blasts, her own rear became engulfed by her swelling form. Had it not been for her harrowing situation, she might have appreciated the noticeable boost her bloating gave to her bubble butt.
The destruction of Daphne’s jean shorts left her as a fleshy sphere that constantly bounced up against the ceiling. Looking past a set of puffed up cheeks, Tasha could barely see the expression on Daphne’s face. Tracing her vision over the bloated orb and watching Daphne’s comparatively tiny limbs get sucked into her mass, Tasha desperately searched for some way to get rid of the building pressure before her roommate popped.
Tasha’s eyes darted towards the set of swollen ass cheeks that momentarily grazed against the ceiling fan. She had an idea what she had to do, but it wasn’t going to be a pleasant experience. Grabbing hold of the hose, she began yanking down the wrecking ball sized balloon girl. Feeling her roommate swell larger and larger, she quickly swiveled her around to find a suitable place to grab onto. Holding onto Daphne’s gut with all her might, Tasha embraced what she could of her body in a tight hug.
Sinking her fingers into Daphne’s flesh treated her to a small squeaking noise escaping from the swollen party girl’s colon. Pushing harder increased the fart’s volume and stench, singeing Tasha’s nostrils worse than Daphne had ever done on her own. Forcing herself to continue pushing, she reminded herself that this was the only way.
Continuing to grope and squeeze Daphne’s balloon-like body filled the room with her surplus of flatulence. While each rude expulsion momentarily shrunk Daphne’s size, Tasha's rear ensured that there was a constant deluge of gas still being blasted down the hose. Cursing herself just as much as the people that created the tainted beverage that caused this, Tasha wiped the tears from her eyes against Daphne’s bloated flesh and continued.
Through a constant barrage of BRRRRRAAAAPPPPPs and PHHHRRRRRTTTTTTs Tasha could feel herself gradually fighting back against Daphne’s growth. However, her own digestion wasn’t making anything easier. Any gas she managed to squeeze out of Daphne was near instantly replaced with her own flatulence. Undeterred in her efforts to fix the mess she had made, Tasha gritted her teeth and pushed as hard as she could.
Over the sound of a particularly rancid fart, Tasha swore she could hear something through Daphne’s mouth harness. Continuing to push let her ears pick up the sound again as the gas petered out. Rolling about the bloated girl so they could see each other face to face, a hunch led to Tasha once again sinking her fingers into her taut flesh. A sputtering fart burst forth to accompany a muffled moan from Daphne’s mouth. More disgusted now than ever, Tasha quickly swung Daphne’s face away from her and tried to move on with the treatment.
Tasha’s attempts to ignore the effects of her constant pushing and prodding became harder as time went on. To help block the sound of Daphne’s moans, she squeezed with a renewed sense of purpose. Her efforts let the gas escaping Daphne’s rear end outpace the farts getting blasted down her throat. It was slow progress, but it was enough of a glimmer of hope to help her overlook the way Daphne clenched her fingers and shivered with each release.
Daphne’s buoyancy began to waiver as her body was reduced to the size of a bean bag chair. The cost of her decreased volume was that there was less to muffle her moans. Despite her farts losing their strength as she drew closer to her former size, her body still shook about at its owner’s enjoyment.
Red and tired eyes looking for something other than Daphne’s euphoric state to focus on, Tasha swiveled her head back and forth. Her search brought her attention to something shimmering in the cardboard box. Leaving Daphne to lazily roll around the bed, she lunged towards the box as soon as she spotted the key. Scrambling back onto the mattress with key in hand, Tasha turned Daphne back to face her. Ignoring the blissful look on the party girl’s face, Tasha quickly released the lock on the mouth latch.
Pulling away Daphne’s restraint, Tasha didn’t know what her roommate would say first. Her answer came in the form of an echoing belch that reeked of the foul air she had been pumping into her body. Reeling back from the fermented gas, Tasha took a moment to realize Daphne was saying something.
“Keep UUUURRRP going,” Daphne belched, wriggling her arms up and down.
“R-right away,” Tasha replied, taking up her position against Daphne again.
Tasha’s squeezes proved more effective than ever now that she no longer had to fight against her own gas. While the process itself was made easier, it was a combination of other factors that made it difficult for Tasha. Her colon was no longer feeding Daphne flatulence, but that didn’t stop the noxious gas from flowing through the tube to fill the room with its foul stench. The girls’ gas outputs still paled in comparison to the noises Daphne made with each squeeze. Each poke and prod of her bloated body brought forth a series of moans no longer subdued by her restraints. Nearing the end of the ordeal, Tasha seriously considered putting the latch back onto her face.
Working through the night, Tasha managed to get Daphne back to a reasonable size just as the sun was starting to rise. The rest of the gas had been contained into a small potbelly that was easily dismissed with one last hard shove. Grateful that a belch interrupted Daphne’s final cry of ecstasy, Tasha released he grasp on her roommate’s stomach as soon as she felt her former flat mid-section had returned.
Exhausted from her efforts, Tasha rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Just as she considered passing out then and there, her view was blocked by Daphne’s smiling face. At a loss of what to say, she left her mouth ajar as a means of buying time. That was the opening Daphne had been waiting for as she took the bottle of Giant-Sized Gas Guzzle and poured what remained of it into Tasha’s mouth.
Though Tasha tried to fight off her roommate, her limbs had been weakened by her ordeal. Forced to swallow every last drop, she shivered as she felt the pressure inside of her build up again. “Why in the hell did you do that?” she asked, clutching her uneasy stomach.
“Because,” Daphne replied, picking up the other end of the hose, “I’m not done enjoying myself yet.”
Placing the latch around her mouth, she locked it up and tossed the key out the window. Seeing the sinister look on Daphne’s face did little to stop Tasha’s flatulence from blowing down the hose stronger than ever. Watching her roommate once again begin to inflate with gas, Tasha let out an exasperated sigh. It was going to be a long day.
