Gassy Wednesday: Ryan and Sabrina's Bad Evening
by KiddWrites2

As the last of the group of men and women finally filed out of the large meeting room, Principal Jenelle Rivers sighed to herself; half relieved, half exhausted, starting to flop into her leather seat—an Amazon-sized, six wheeled chair sitting at the head of a rectangular wooden table. She had just finished wrapping up a big conference meeting with a number of other Principals and second-in-commands from a variety of high schools. With the meeting finished at last, her busy Wednesday had come an end.

Well, sort of...

Tall, full shelves surrounded her along the walls, joining windows and metal file cabinets in the corners. Outside, the remaining glimpses of the falling sun cast a tangerine-ish glow over the school yard. Most families in the city were having dinner right about now...

The smooth material of the enormous chair squealed when her voluptuous, yet heavy frame crashed down into it, then it moaned a bit more while she wiggled around to get comfortable. Was she getting bigger or were these specially crafted chairs getting cheaper? Sheesh! Rosy cleavage hidden behind her long brunette locks, she straightened her half open burgundy blazer, causing her heaving chest to wobble slightly within her under-shirt.

Crossing her legs, her meaty thighs were clad in extra-tight, red slacks that clung to firm, alluring flesh. Her wide hips completely filled her seat, so much that copious mounds of her plush posterior billowed out near the open spaces belonging to the back end of the armrests, as if one were squeezing a water balloon or a rubber stress ball.

She didn't even care that the exit across the room from her was still open; she tilted herself to one side of her seat to release some bubbling pressure. She'd practically been holding her gas since classes ended, and that was hours ago. The fact that she helped herself to snacks like mini-yogurt cups, high-fiber muffins and jelly covered cookies didn't help either!

BBBbbbbrrrrroooooorrrrrrrrfffffffffaaaaaaannnnnnnnnppbbbppplllttt!

rrrr-rrrr-rrrr-frrraaaaauuuuuubbbbBBBBBLLLLLPPPPHHHHAARRTT!

She let loose a pair of fourteen second rumblers that resembled a revving dirt-bike. They mercilessly pummeled the leather beneath her bubble butt, causing her entire chair to vibrate rather violently during her release, increasing in power towards the end.

"Whooo... What a day," She mumbled blissfully, blowing strands of her bangs from her ruby eyes, feeling the blazing waves of heat swirl under her derriere.

Lucky for her, her enormous behind acted like a lid for the moment, trapping the hellish stench under her and keeping the fumes from circulating around the room. But rest assured, once she rose from her chair, Heaven help the breathing apparatuses of anyone that walked into the meeting area.

RRrrrrrgggGGgrrraaaaahhhhbbBBbbllluuuummmm...

Her insides gave off a furious roar from a mixture of containing a raging storm of swamp gas and migraine inducing hunger. Pursing her plump lips into a frown, the Amazon attempted to soothe her toned midsection by rubbing it but that only made her guts cuss her out more by sending painful pangs coursing through her.

"You big brat," She smirked, continuing to massage her aching stomach. "Fine. Let's get some food. And find our assistants!"

She stood to her feet, all seven feet and five inches of her towering, shapely figure. Behind Miss Rivers, her fart soaked chair was covered in light dew and steaming, radiating the thick yellow fumes of her recent emissions. It took seconds for the burnt-rubber stench to spread from one end of the room to the other, snatching oxygen from even Jenelle's lungs. Plants sitting atop wooden surfaces wilted and withered. She coughed a few times then covered her nose, hurrying out of the space and slamming the door on her way out. Pent-up farts were the worst! She felt sorry for the janitors...

She made her way down the winding, gray corridors, her boots thumping lightly against the floors. Trash bins, buffer machines, filthy piles of dust and junk, lone brooms and crunched papers littered the floors; evidence that the cleaning crew were still hard at work. Majority of the classrooms had already been taken care of and locked up. The principal rounded a bend, releasing a burning SBD from her buns as she did (much to her satisfaction), blanketing the immediate area while approaching a flight of stairs leading to one of the faculty digital labs on the first floor. Not only would she find food there but she'd also find two more members of Cartwright High also putting in a lot of overtime this Wednesday evening, maybe the entire week thus far: Her adorable butt cushions—er... Oh, excuse her—she meant her favorite students, Ryan Mathews and Sabrina Eccelston.

Back around the corner she heard a staff worker gag and collapse from the horrid smell of her silent fart. Oops...

The entrance to the lab beside her was wide open; she could hear a radio playing over the sounds of the running copy machines upon entering. Everything was white inside. In front of the Amazon, several vending containers were selling packaged hot foods, sandwiches, drinks and desserts. Three rows of long tables sat in the center of the room, sleek computer desktops nailed to them. More tables housing printers alongside bulky copy machines were placed at far end of the lab across from her.

To her surprise, Jenelle found the blonde and former leader of the pom-pom squad sitting directly on the copiers, wearing her glasses, along with a baggy hoodie. Hot-pink leggings hugged the lower half of her curvy, ample teenage flesh. Hair tied to a ponytail that swayed on one side of her head, the junior kicked her feet happily, munching on a greasy, over processed hot dog and a spicy pickle, giggling between her bites while the bright light of the machine flashed from side to side under her basketball-sized rear.

She was photocopying her ass.

Jenelle dropped her head, disappointed. Sabrina has been quite... Different… Lately. She guessed the teen was breaking out of her shell; whatever that was. Not that she didn't enjoy her transformation since her training; she's much more vocal around Ryan, completely sunshine and rainbows with the rosy woman. Since the Amazon has been teaching/encouraging her to be a free spirit with her own emissions, the young lady has been farting on everything her behind touches! In class, during meetings, on tables, chairs, and lockers (in them too), on the faces of her old cheering mates... She tortures the hell out of her parents (Also to Jenelle's satisfaction—they deserve it) and her trigger-happily releases are starting affect her sweet Ryan as well...

Jenelle would have to do something about her soon, just to show who's still in charge...

Sabrina didn't notice Miss Rivers, so the principal stepped back behind the entrance wall quietly as possible then peeked in the lab, hoping her war-torn stomach wouldn't give her away.

FRRAAAABBBLLLLUUUGGGGLLIISHHHH... It cried once more.

To add to the young girl's humor, Jenelle watched Sabrina lean forward, grunt and shut one eye.

BBbbrrrruuuuhhhhhhpppphhhhurt!

Fffffuuuuuuvvvvvrrrrraaaaappp!

Bbbbrrrraaooouuuuffffffinnnnnnbbbbppppbbbbliiiim...

A trio of noisy trombone rippers six to eight seconds a piece flew from the former ice-queen's backside. What they lacked in length, they covered in sheer strength; they exploded from her butt with the force of multiple karate chops, causing the office appliance to rattle and slide slightly to either side. Faint ticking noises could be heard from the thing while it worked. Looks like she's getting the hang of Jenelle's techniques... Were her farts breaking it?

Within the pickup tray on the side, and all over the floors, a disheveled small stack of glossy black and white photos were slowly becoming larger; every single one them captured her full and magnificent tights-clad butt cheeks. The word "PINK" was sprawled out across the pictures in huge white letters in her ass, from her leggings. Some of the photos were also a bit fuzzy as the machine framed the exact moment Sabrina ripped ass.

VVVvvrrrraaaammmppppbbbblllllissshhhhoooottt!

Ppphhhuuuuuooooppp—Ppppaaaazzzzoooppbbb!

Frrrroouuuunnnnn...

Another volley of loud, short farts from her juicy behind shook the poor machine causing it to screech like steam escaped from a teapot. Sabrina craned her head to the ceiling and moaned, reveling sweet release. Faint plumes of brown drifted around her, carrying the terrible odor of sweaty feet and expired dairy.

"Mmmmm... Man! Those were totally good ones! They felt great coming out!" She giggled, fanning the sour stench rising from her backside.

Taking a new bite of her food, she turned to face Ryan, who stood next to her, using another copier, trying his best to do the work assigned to him and ignore her. He was just about done on his end.

"Wha do 'foo fink, Wyan? (What do you think, Ryan?)" She grinned deviously, suddenly wafting the smell toward him.

Her pungent fumes struck him, close to a professional boxer's knock-out punch. Dressed in jean-shorts, a jersey with a t-shirt underneath, the tan skinned spiky haired sophomore hacked and took some odd steps backward, placing his clothes over his nose.

"Come on Sabrina, *cough-cough* we're supposed to be *cough* working!" He complained, choking his words out.

The blonde only chuckled, tilting her rear towards him. "I'm on *PPpppphhhhaaaaarrrruuummmmmpphhhhtt!* fucking break," She moaned to herself, lifting her food for emphasis.

Ryan frowned. "Well stop making a thousand copies of your butt and take it like a civilized person!"

"Oh please," The girl raised her nose arrogantly. "You totally want me."

She went on, winking at him. "Admit it right now and I'll like, let you keep a few dozen copies... Hehehe..."

Ryan went red as an apple, dropping his head and slamming the top of his machine down. Before Principal Rivers came along, every boy in Cartwright craved to just grab a glimpse of her of jiggling twin moons encased with her too-little cheering uniform... He could still remember it wobbling from side to side while she marched down the halls with her flunkies, owning the school. Although things have changed drastically since then Sabrina was still very attractive... His eyes stole a glimpse at one picture lying at his feet. He couldn't say that he wasn't tempted... Wait a minute, what was he saying? He shook his head.

"And will you quit farting on that thing?! People have to use that tomorrow!"

A wicked grin crossed Sabrina's thin, pink lips. "I know—"

"You know what?" Jenelle sauntered back into the lab, ducking beneath the frame, closing the door at her back, deciding it was time to reveal herself.

Part of the reason for that was because she could no longer hold the brewing emissions knocking at her back door. The two students yelped when she entered, Sabrina's face went pale as the dead and Ryan spun around, stopping his music and glancing nervously at his fellow classmate then the copy machine she was on top of. Get down you idiot!

Jenelle folded her arms below her buxom chest, fighting back an amused smile. Her aides were too cute. However, something had to be done about the mess Sabrina had made... Her little trouble maker...

Arching an eyebrow, the principal feigned ignorance and walked towards her students, inhaling the blonde's awful haze floating throughout the room.

"I'm happy to see you using your talents miss Eccelston... But," She began, clutching her belly amongst another monster cramp. She was going to lecture her however the intense pressure at her anus could be denied no longer. She bent over a little, wincing in agony.

"B-but... Ugh... B-but..." She stuttered, unable to speak. She was going to blow!

BBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHUUUUUUuuuuuuUUURRRRRRRUUUUUUMMMMMMFFFFRRRRRROOoooooOOOOOOAAAAANNNNNIIIIIIIISSSSsssssSSSHHHH—BBbboooouuuuurrrttt—Bbaaaaavvvvvrrriiippppiiiinnnnn...

Similar to a tire popping on a semi-truck, a powerful burst of air detonated from the Amazon's enormous backside, breaking out into something that resembled the call of a dinosaur. The fart roared on for a pure twenty-seven to thirty-three seconds, then died down to the airy hiss of a super-hose before erupting yet again into two eight second car-horn noises. Both the eyes of Ryan and Sabrina widened in horrified awe as they watched and listened to the mammoth fart that spewed from the depths of the insides belonging to their gorgeous principal. The rotten, humid yellow fumes swiftly invaded the digital lab, overtaking Sabrina's previous rippers with ease while perspiration started to collect on the foreheads of the teenagers from the spike in room temperature. Fog collected on windows and computer screens alike.
"~Aaaaah..." Was all Jenelle could muster; her legs trembled from the rush of ecstasy surging through her.

"*Cough-cough-cough* Oh my God, *cough-cough*," Ryan said between hacking his lungs out.

Despite barely being able to see, or breathe right for that matter, Sabrina instantly knew her role.

"Miss Rivers... Is your stomach bothering you? Like, let us totally help you out!!"

"Y-yes, that would be... W-wonderful," Jenelle said shakily, regaining some strength.

Standing in front of one row of computers, the principal propped hers arms against one desktop and leaned on it for support, causing the system to groan a bit under her weight.

"Sabrina, you take the back. Ryan, give my belly a rub, will you? It’s been killing me."

"Yes Miss Rivers," They spoke simultaneously, fighting off their dizziness.

They took their positions; the tall woman embraced Ryan, pressing him gently into her bosom. Placing her hands on top of his, she guided his hands underneath her blazer and shirt, helping him massage and kneed her bubbling stomach motherly. Behind her, Sabrina ecstatically collapsed to her knees at the Amazon's bulbous rear. Removing her glasses, it was more or less level with her face and even a few feet from her, the former cheering chief could feel Jenelle's behind giving off warmth like a mini-heater. The foul scent of her recent ripper was very evident and strong enough to make her dry-heave. She hesitated, pausing momentarily.

"Mmm, that feels heavenly Ryan," Jenelle smiled, closing her eyes and raising her head to fully enjoy herself.

Her entire body relaxed and she fell back onto Sabrina, plunging her face between her moist, gas soaked, pants-covered bum. The same pair of red dress slacks that have had to bare the unrelenting brunt of the Amazon's abhorrent explosions.

ZZZzzzzzzrrrraaaaaapppppbbbllliiiissshhhhuuurrrgggg...

One of her arms slung around Ryan's shoulder suddenly grabbed his collar bone while he worked, tracing his palms across her in wide circles. He felt the vibrations her gurgling gut emitted; it was as though she had a child doing Liu-Kang kicks in her! The Amazon let loose some indistinct female grunts, her body tensing. Below, her full bottom clenched around the blonde's face.

ffffffuuuuuuuoooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrvvvvvvvvvvvaaaaaaaahhhhhppppppppppprrrrreeeeeEEEEEEEEEiiiiiiiiiooooooorrrrrppp!!

ffffooooorrrrrrpppppppbbbbppptttiiiiimmm—FRT-FRT-FRT-FRT... FFfffrrrrraaaaappppprrrriiiitt!

A flurry of vulgar chainsaw farts thundered out of her with the force of three house fans on full blast, lasting eleven seconds and refreshing the awful haze floating around the room. Her raunchy, steaming winds threw back Sabrina's head a little, causing her hair flutter behind her. The pale girl's lungs were inflated with Jenelle's nasty Ehzran-fumes, making her face change colors as she gagged and sputtered but nonetheless remained dedicated and forced herself to take on the curvy woman's emissions.

Ryan stared on with mixed emotions, feeling the strong rattling sensation from the lady's lengthy blasts surge through him. He had to admit, the vibrations were... Soothing. Here he was, massaging the most beautiful woman he'd seen in his young life— or ever, for that matter, all to help her get rid of some unwanted gas that could honestly knockout everything within a zoo-yard, or bigger! While it was true that he was falling for his principal more and more with each passing day, her monstrous farts were the only thing that kept him from jumping over the line. Probably for good reason too.

"~Ooooh..." Jenelle moaned in her bliss, biting her lower lip. However she wasn't done yet!

BBbbbbllllllllaaaaaaavvvvvvvvvvvvvuuuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmbbbbbbbbbb...
Bbbuuuuuooooorrrrrmmmmmvvrrrrriiibbbbppp!!!

Ppppphhhhhhiiiiiissssssstttttt...

Three more long, revving farts shook Sabrina's entire head, puffing out the cheeks of her mouth. Unable to handle anymore rancid plumes, she lost consciousness; her body bounced off the table then hit the floor with a dull thud.

"Aw, poor girl," Jenelle exhaled, smirking. She glanced over her shoulders to look down at the lifeless student. "And I was going to make her clean this mess."

She was referring to the clutter of glossy pictures that contained her butt, bright as day, scattered on the floors.

"Oh well," The principal placed her hands on her hips. "Ryan, you take care of this."

He sighed. That he could do. He was always picking up after Sabrina anyway. Coughing, sniffling and wiping his eyes for the umpteenth time due to the terrible smelly haze around him, he got to work, collecting the pictures.

Jenelle smiled to herself, watching him. Her go-getter. Always so dependable! He didn't realize it but there was a time where he'd been knocked out breathing in just the smell of her gas. Look at him now, working like it was nothing. He had grown too, believe it! She decided he needed a present, and she had the perfect idea in mind.
"Before you finish that... You've been working so hard this week," She shifted her weight on one leg, tucking her hair behind an ear. "You deserve a reward or something."

Ryan faced her, forcing a smile, waving his hands. "Uh, I honestly couldn't, Miss Rivers—"

"Good," She grinned. "Because I wasn't asking."

Feeling playful, she licked her lips, pointing to the open copy machine Sabrina once sat on beside him. Why not? The blonde had already tarnished it...

"This is a one-time deal, got it?" She said. "Lay your head on the glass..."

He turned to the copier, then back to her, arching an eyebrow.

"Why do I have to—" He began.

"DO. IT." Jenelle interrupted him sternly, narrowing her eyes.

He swallowed loudly. Ryan was one who didn't want to get on anyone's bad side, especially the nerves of his principal, so he did as he was told, walking over to the bulky square in the corner of the area and bent over, placing his face on the sturdy glass, which still reeked of his teen colleague's funk.

Jenelle's expression quickly softened and she approached him rather quickly. "That's better."

The messy haired boy could barely react before she whirled around and lowered herself on the machine, smashing her generous rump on the side of his head. Her meaty buns overflowed off the thing and completely buried him. He groaned under her, struggling to push her off of him. What the hell?!!

This was not a reward! Rewards were something like... A free dinner or buying a gift or owing a person a favor. Hell even copping a feel would be his idea of a prize when it came to the Amazon... But this... How twisted was this woman?! Below him, the machine produced another high-pitched screech upon her weight landing on him; the steel beams for legs attached to the wheels of the office appliance bent a little and the thing buckled, the plastic floor-rollers themselves cracked, on the verge of breaking. And poor Ryan was struggling for air.

Vviiiiiirrrrrrrrooooooooobbbbbbllllllaaaaarrrrrrraaaaaannnnnooooouuuuuubbbppppbbbttttt!!!

Bbbuuuurrrrrooooooooaaaaannnnniiipppppbbbtt!

Two deafening, eight second foghorn farts detonated on Ryan's head, rattling his face and the machine, producing a blaring ring in his eardrums. Not far behind was the lung-drying stench of a gorilla cage. With no other air to inhale, he sucked in the noxious stink like one would breathe through a straw, thanks to Jenelle's huge ass on him. He was getting light headed...

Ppphhhhuuuuuvvvvvrrrraaarrrrrnnnnbbbpptttt!!!

PHURT!

"Aahh... Oh come on now Ryan, we're making copies together!" She giggled, pressing a large green button beneath one of her thighs, spurring the creaking, ticking copier to life.

More sheets of shiny paper exited from the side. Frozen frames of her own over-sized rear with Ryan's face below it. Miss Rivers leaned over and chuckled, counting the sheets and pushing out her next blast all at once.

"Oh here they are, Ryan! Hmmm, let's see! One... *sssshhhaaarrrrbbblllaaannniiifff...* Twoooooo... *ppphhooozzzzuuttt!!* three! *Ffffuuurrreeeeaaaammmmmppprrriibbbb!* And four!" *Vvvvvaaaaaoouuuuubbbbppplllaaat!*

The whirring copier bucked across the floor some odd inches in the wake of her Amazonian rippers, smoke started to rise from it. Just as Ryan entered the throes of blacking out, Jenelle pressed her weight on it once more and hopped off of him, sending the machine jerking downward. The legs snapped and its wheels were smashed to bits. It collapsed with a thump, shelves popped out from the proper slots, paper flew everywhere, all accompanied by great popping sounds, flying electric sparks and dark puffs of more smoke emanated from the machine, blending with Jenelle’s horrid yellow plumes. The digital screen went dark and it suddenly fell silent.

It was broken. Straight Dead. Finished.

"Uh-oh," Jenelle placed a hand to her mouth. Perhaps she'd gotten a little carried away with giving her assistant his "Reward..."

What was she going to do now?

Ryan had fallen on his on butt next to her and was panting heavily. In his eyes, the room warped in rapid circles. Did anyone catch the plates on the bus that squished his face?

"Well... The janitors are going to have a loooong night..." Jenelle frowned, pressing her face into her palm, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Your farts are funny Miss Rivers," Ryan laughed in his dizzy stupor. "Goodnight."

With that, he fell over, finally passing out, leaving the stunning principal to pick up the messy stacks of female derriere copies herself.

"Ugh, me and my big butt..." She whined.

Rrrrraaasssssggggrrruubbbbummmbbleee...

"And I still haven’t eaten yet!"