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A Gasfelt Bond (Commission - Chapter 2)
🕑 Added 2025-04-25 03:15:04 +0000 UTCPatty had matched with a handsome Portuguese man named Alberto from Tinder. They had gone back and forth a bit picking out a good place to eat. She liked how he was brimming with ideas and didn’t seem like the type to sit back and let her do all the thinking. On days when work tired her out, she needed someone to take the initiative.
Alberto had recommended a Mexican restaurant called Papi’s, which was all the rage in town with its wide selection of tequilas and tacos. Patty had opted for a “safer” bet on her stomach with Café Paris, but after she visited Masha, she decided to text Alberto back to say, “You know what? Let’s do Mexican!”
Papi’s intimidated her with the long line and bustling crowd of drunk girlfriends and loud men in polo shirts. The place was a bit pricey – one could tell just by how elaborate the restaurant was with the tile flooring, flowery chandeliers, and cushioned seats. Her self-conscious nature nagged at her again as she thought about letting Alberto pay for everything. Surely, she could stick to an appetizer as a meal instead.
Alberto had thankfully made the reservation ahead of time, and they had no problem getting a table, and a nice one too – right in the center of the restaurant in front of the bar.
When Patty looked at the menu, she instantly grew nervous like she always did when seeing ingredients like “beans,” “jalapenos”, “guacamole”, and “onions”. All these things and more fell hard on her stomach. The memory of the last time she went to a Mexican restaurant made her queasy. She was stuck in the bathroom for a good half-hour while her date was out there wondering what was taking her so long. The farts just kept coming, blasting like trumpets, and then all the shitting – Christ. It was foul and obscene. The whole ordeal left her sweaty and disheveled. She waited to hear everyone leave the bathroom but when she finally stepped out, a little girl walked in, took one breath, and said, “EWWWW! It stinks in here!”
Patty ignored her but then the girl’s mother stepped in, and because kids say the darndest thing, the little girl said, “Mommy, I think that lady smells!”
When she finally got out of the bathroom and sat back down, her date glanced at his watch and said, in a very passive-aggressive tone, “We’re gonna be late for the movie now.”
“Patty? Are you okay?”
Patty snapped out of it and realized Alberto was reminded her that the waitress was waiting for her order.
Patty breathed in deeply and said, “I’ll have the bean burrito, please.”
#
Once it was closing time, Masha turned off the lights and locked the front door. She usually peered outside last minute for any potential stragglers. But tonight was different. She was excited. Fouty-five years old and she hadn’t been this excited in a long time. She was quickly approaching middle-age, and though her witchy upbringing told her not to worry about such things, that women were powerful at any age, she hated to admit that she still regretted some things about her youth. A few more drinks, perhaps. A few more wild nights, instead of returning home and honing her craft.
After she drew the blinds, she hurried upstairs through a narrow stairwell to her bedroom. Hopetown was one of those quaint villages where independent stores oftentimes doubled as the actual house of the owner. Masha had always wanted to live in her store. She was born and raised in the old town of Warsaw, Poland. Her family hailed from a long line of witches. Unfortunately, when times got bad her parents moved to the states. She hated the states but also liked them in her own weird way. She could be more herself here. Just the other day, she was walking back home from a cafe and let slip a tremendously hideous belch. Nobody batted an eye at her. Amazing! The Old Town in Warsaw had many shops, and Hopetown reminded her of that. Though much of it had been reconstructed since World War II, there was an air of antiquity and homeliness. Ever since she was little, she couldn’t wait to own her own place in an old building with rickety floors and cozy rooms. The best part of living where you worked was no more commuting. A few women in the past had asked about part-time jobs. They were often annoying and into the fake “new age” stuff that pissed her off. She kindly rejected them, but even if she ever ran into a full-fledged witch she would rather work alone and be in complete control. She hated the thought of a newcomer accidentally breaking a relic or not knowing the difference between marijuana and sage.
Still, there came a cost of loneliness.
It had been difficult finding a mate who was into the things she was into. Strange things, weird things. Telling a man she wanted to fart on him never exactly went well. She tried easing into it with some men by saying she was into anal. Of course, men loved anal. That was her lead-in she used to lead into fart play. After all, she loved sensations in her anus. She loved the feeling of gas escaping her sphincter, erupting out of her like a deflating balloon. So anal was easily a related kink. Men were always happy to perform anal on her. She loved the feeling of air pumping into her, feeling it bubble up. After finishing, her sphincter became loose for a short while and she would find it hard to hold in her farts. When Masha felt comfortable enough to disclose her desires…the relationship would always taper from there. Most men didn’t say express their disgust outright and she frankly hated them more than men who were straight up with her and called it weird. She hated having her time wasted.
Masha was a witch though – she could do whatever she wanted. Almost. And if men didn’t satisfy her, she could sure as hell create a way to satisfy herself.
So, she put several years into her special “siphoning spell” – transferring gas from one body to another.
Patty was the perfect test – a prime guinea pig who had willingly accepted. Patty looked like a bright girl, but definitely holding herself back. She was tall, slender, business-like. The long red curly hair and freckles were cute. She must have come straight from work, judging by the tight miniskirt and blazer. Nobody had ever walked into her store wearing high heels. Most of her patrons were silly weird men and women with dyed hair hoping to find some crystals or talk about the stars. Masha didn’t really focus on that diluted “new age” stuff. The real stuff would make any of them amazed, shocked even.
Masha had a relationship with a woman once. Long time ago. Anna. She was a bit mean-spirited and Masha was unfortunately too young to really understand the concept of an “emotionally abusive relationship”. She knew she found women attractive in that seemingly natural way that most women admit other women being attractive. But interacting with Patty had stirred something in her, albeit brief.
Masha’s bedroom had remained virtually the same ever since she started running her store over ten years ago. The bed lay adjacent to the lone window overlooking the street. She had bookshelves overflowing with obscure and ancient texts. Her cat Franklin, a tabby with a white chest, was sulking around somewhere.
If she heard Patty correctly, she was going to be on a date that night. Somewhere out there, wherever she was from, she was eating to her heart’s content.
Masha lit up a few candles. A part of her wanted to slip into something more comfortable, but at the same time she loved the feeling of her waistline getting tighter in her pants…the feeling of her struggling to adjust her belt. She laid down on her bed and relaxed…waiting…
#
So far so good…
Patty looked down at her empty plates – actual empty plates. She had licked everything clean – the tortilla chips, the guacamole, the bean burrito, the rice, the yuca fries, and even the extra beans.
When the waitress stopped by to ask if they wanted dessert, Alberto chuckled as he glanced at Patty’s empty plates. “I think we’ve had enough—”
“I would like to see the dessert menu!” Patty chimed.
Alberto was surprised. But he chuckled nervously and said, “O-okay. Yes, give us the dessert menu, please.”
After the waitress cleared their table, Alberto leaned forward and said, “I’m surprised you can have some more. I would have thought you’d be finished by now.”
Patty gave him a confident grin. “I work out. You know. Fast metabolism.’
“Indeed. You have a fantastic…figure. If you don’t mind me saying.”
She laughed coyly. “Oh, stop.”
Patty was freaking out with joy inwardly. She couldn’t believe it. This might actually work! Usually by the time dessert rolled around she bloated up like a pufferfish. But nope – she was perfectly fine. No awkward stomach grumbling, no rush to the bathroom, no indecent belch she had to hold down behind a napkin. The food still satisfied her hunger but somewhere, somehow, the digestion seemingly halted and…disappeared.
Magic must be real after all. Who’d have thunk?
They ordered two flans. Before, Patty couldn’t finish a flan without feeling like her stomach was turning into a cauldron. Now, nothing happened at all. Imagine being able to satisfy hunger and cravings but not suffer the consequences. Masha must have been the most powerful witch of all!
After they finished eating, they took a walk downtown, talking about each other’s lives from their work to their childhood. The town streets were lively during the summer. Everybody was out during a Friday night.
Patty felt a shiver when Alberto casually put his arm around her. She hadn’t been touched in ages like that. She hadn’t gone this far in such a long time. She nearly began to get emotional.
Down the street, people were crowded around a line heading to the ice cream parlor. Patty’s eyes lit up and she said, “Let’s go get some ice cream!”
Alberto laughed. “What? But we just had dessert.”
“Then I’LL have ice cream.”
“O-okay.”
Patty couldn’t wait to gorge on four spoonfuls of cookies and cream.
#
Ahhhh, yes. Finally!
Masha sat upright against the headboard of her bed. She gazed down at her taut belly that had reached a satisfying level of bloat. It wasn’t big enough to require her to unbuckle and unbutton her pants. But it was close…getting there. Her waistline was snug, like having finished eating at a fancy restaurant.
She slid her hands around her crotch.
Yes…yes…please eat more…please. Don’t stop there.
She wanted to touch herself but she also wanted to wait for more She closed her eyes and her heart leaped with excitement, hoping Patty hadn’t exaggerated about her food allergies.
Then – her hopes were fulfilled!
She nearly cried out at the sudden intense growth. Her stomach gurgled furiously as it swelled by a couple more inches. Her jeans were officially too tight. But she loved it. She loved how tight and snug they were, even if it did hurt a little.
The gas swirled around her like a thunderstorm. She caved and started touching herself, rubbing and then tapping.
“Ohhhh, yes. Yes, eat more. Eat more!”
Another two inches.
Her jeans became unbearable. She nearly tore off her belt and the button on her jeans popped off – broken! The zipper unzipped by the sheer girth of her belly.
“Ohhh, yes. This woman knows how to eat!”
She had reached a perfectly gaseous gut. She slapped it a couple times and her face turned red hearing the drum-like sound. She touched herself faster thinking of how good it would feel to let it all out. She could try now…but she wanted to wait and see what else Patty would eat.
After about ten minutes, Masha started to think that Patty was done eating for the night. She grimaced, because she had felt more bloated before, although she should be glad that the spell worked so well.
She focused on getting herself there, when the most intense rush of gas filled her up so quickly that she yelped. It was like someone had suddenly pulled the lever to the max. She actually got worried – she wouldn’t pop, would she? Even after all her years of experience as a witch, there was still uncharted territory. She could relax and let it all out now…but she dared to push her limits. She was confident that the clause she had written in the spell ensured she wouldn’t die. She could bloat to an inhuman degree if possible.
Her jeans were now impossible to put back on. Masha was now entire flushed, high on the feeling of fullness. She leaned to her side to feel the gas jostle and grumble inside of her. She caressed her belly as it kept pushing further and further.
“Ohhhh yessss,” she murmured, rubbing her gut. She squeezed it a couple times just to take in the glory of groping herself. Laying there on her side, admiring her belly, she imagined herself motherly in some weird way. Pregnant. Bred. A goddess.
“Mmmmmm.”
It was time to let it out.
She raised her leg and held her breath as she broke wind furiously.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
This was her ecstasy – the thick heavy gas rushing out of her anus, widening it. The sensation made her flushed like she was drunk. She rubbed her clit faster and faster as the gas kept coming out.
“OHHHHH YESSSSS!”
Her belly reduced in size significantly. She finally got off from the relief, screaming joyous cries into the room. Those were the best orgasms – not caring if anyone heard you, losing yourself entirely to the heavens.
Mind still numb, she slowed down and breathed, “Fffffuck. Yes. Love it. Love it….fuck.”
She very quickly felt the ability to go a second round, and perfect because she still had plenty of gas inside of her.
Franklin purred and jumped on top of her desk.
Masha scowled at the momentary interrupted. She shooed him but Franklin wanted to play.
Franklin finally got the message when Masha lifted her leg again and farted in his general direction. The abrasive foghorn-like sound frightened him and sent him scurrying downstairs. Masha cackled.
She turned herself over, albeit with a struggle, to lie on her stomach. She loved doing this – pressing herself down on her bed and pushing all the gas out.
She pulled down her jeans so that her bare ass stuck out. She then spread her cheeks and pressed down on her belly. The resulting explosion must have lasted nearly a full minute. Those were the best. Masha hadn’t farted so long in a very long time. She orgasmed while erupting.
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Her face must have been so red by then – she felt so much blood running through it. The sheer violence of the fart was enough to get her off. There was one man in the past who was close to being a true relationship. He had said once “You fart like a man.” That was the best compliment anyone could give her. She loved knowing she could dominate any man by out-farting them.
At last, the gas died down. She was still bloated but at a normal size.
Two orgasms…very good.
She clutched her pillow, holding it against her body as if she were holding someone. She knew it was an embarrassing habit she had developed the past three years or so, craving sweet physical contact, but tonight was different. She embraced it wholly.
Comments
Jcaxlive
Ooooo, I absolutely love the idea of the gas transfer stuff! Especially with how big Masha got from Patty's over indulgence! The gigantic farts were great and Masha laying on her belly for the last one was fantastic! I'm sure there's even more pleasure and maybe a bit of trouble to come!
