[Collab with Drifter]: Jess Meets her Match!

It was a great day at Robin Williams Memorial High, that was until the Girl’s Football Team lost to the visitors from Side Six Institute of Education. Those rooting for the Home team were not amused, and the faculty had to try everything in their power to keep any riots from cropping up. Just off the field, one such student was fuming over this loss. Her name was Jessianne. Her foot impacted a rock and sent it flying into the parking lot. She’d bet fifty bucks on that game, and now it was all gone.

“It’s that damn lightning-fast bitch, is what it is….” she’d muttered as she paced.

The girl she was referring to was the visiting team’s star quarterback, Charletta. The long blonde athlete was like an unstoppable force on the field. Calling amazing plays and appearing as almost a blur in the field with her unmatched speed and agility. She practically ran circles around the other team for the three touchdowns she made herself.

Now, Jess was strapped for cash. She’d remembered that most of her extra money went towards ‘funding’ her stomach with the food they sold on site. Still quite angry with her team’s loss, she soon spotted a guy, shorter than her, who she hadn’t seen around her campus before. Quickly deciding that he was of the enemy, her legs made great strides towards him. They were both behind the bleachers, which were mostly empty by now, and the parking lot was just across the gravel, a few feet away.

The boy, who was making his way to head home, noticed Jess approaching him out of the corner of his eye. He slowed his pace, realizing the she was indeed going after him. He soon stopped and watched as she came closer. Thinking she was awfully cute, tight jeans hugging her respectable curves and a hoodie which hid her modest bust. She wore glasses, which he found adorable, but then there was her height. She was probably average for a girl, but nearly a foot taller than he was. The expression on her face however was.... hardly friendly.

A scowl creased her face, and she came up on him incredibly fast. Her rather large hands clamped down on his shoulder. The glare in her eyes practically burned a hole into him. Jess had to get her anger out somehow.

“He-hey-hel-hi!?” The boy gasped, wondering why she was so aggressive towards him. He was certain that they had never met before.

“You from Side Six, kid?” she growled, her grip tightening. Unfortunately for him, her mouth was not the only thing that was growling.

“Ye-yeah!” he stuttered as he struggled to free himself from her awfully firm grip. “Is that a-a bad thing!”

“Only if you consider a first class beatdown a bad thing.” she muttered.

There was an awkward pause between them, then he replied with an affirmative, “...Yes?” With that, a fist clocked him right in his ear.

“Ow!” The boy cried, struggling even harder to get free.

Jessianne then delivered an uppercut to his jaw, to knock him off his feet. The boy fell back, landing hard against the gravel covered ground. In a daze, he struggled to roll over into the fetal position. She wasn’t having that, however, and kicked him in the ribs once, before sitting on him to pin him.

The boy couldn’t do anything other than wonder why this girl was attacking him. He was an innocent bystander! Groaning in pain and then from the weight of the girl sitting on his chest. He desperately tried to push her off but he was already too weak to make the larger girl budge.

“Why…” He asked in a whimper.

“You guys made me lose money. Now I get it back…” she shoved her hand into his pocket, searching for his wallet, “With something else….” she finished sinisterly, as her stomach bubbled audibly. He was going to be made an example.

“I… I don’t have any money!” He cried. “I only have my house keys! A-and… I didn’t make you lose anything! I don’t even know you!”

“Oh? You don’t have any money? Well then, you will pay some other way.” He could hear her chuckle darkly.

“Want me to kiss you or something!? 'Cus I wouldn’t mind that!”

Jess laughed outright, and shifted her substantial bottom further up his body.

“Yeah, sure you can kiss me….” she said with a smile he couldn’t see. Something, however, was off.

“HELL NO!” He shouted back. “Why would I want to kiss some crazy chick like you!?”

“Well, if you don’t want to kiss me….then you can kiss my ass!” she yelled irately. He would hear a silent hiss as the pungent stench of old cheese and cabbage forced its way through the tight denim covering her ass.

“I hope you mean figur…” he began to sniff as a odd smell entered his nose. He sniffed again, this time with a disgusted groan. “Ugh! Wha-what the!? Did you just fart on me!?”

“Why yes, I did!” she claimed, matter-of-factly. “And I’ll do it again.”

BLLLLLLLRRRRRRRPPPPRRRRRRRRT!

A monstrous fart reverberated out of her behind, filled with bubbles. Jess slid her burgeoning buttocks onto his face for full effect. The scent in this one was stronger, and tangier, but also wetter in texture.

“Ahh! Disgu-*cough*-gross!” the boy cried as he tried to wiggle himself out now, still to no avail.

Jessianne chuckled and lifted a leg, clutching her slightly protruding belly.

“Hah! I get that a lot! Luckily, there’s noone around for you to cry to!” she mocked him, ripping a deep, bassy fart onto his face, the smell of sour milk and rotten vegetables assaulting his senses.

The boy began to cough as well as lose hope of the possibility that he would be getting any help. He was far too small compared to the girl to effect her seating upon him whatsoever and the smoldering stench of her repeated butt bombs were only further weakening his efforts.

Another student spotted them, and began to holler, but when they saw Jess’ face, they reconsidered and ran in the opposite direction. The student body of Williams High knew better than to mess with her. Jessianne loved being in control; being the dominant one. She was the self-proclaimed queen of her school, and would throw her weight around (quite literally) in order to bully others out of whatever she desired. Belly grumbling angrily, Jess pressed her bottom into her victim’s face and released a sickeningly wet bout of flatulence.

BRSSSsssvvvvppppppppppppPPLLLLLLRRRT!

The boy began to thrash and slap his hands against the gravel ground to show he was tapping out. Hoping that this was some sort of game to her that she wanted to win. Only he didn’t know that there was no “getting out” of this situation. Regardless, he groaned loudly as he inhaled the putrid stench of her gases as they shot into his nose to go directly into his suffering lungs.

Jess moaned and clutched her stomach, rubbing her shapely ass in her victim’s face.

“Oh god, why the fuckin’ chili dogs….”

“Yes, why!?” the boy cried indiscernibly from under her cheeks.

PSSSSSHHHHHHHHhhhh….

This particular fart smelled a lot like rotten death, whatever that meant, with a hint of spoiled milk. In rapid succession, another gaseous squeaker found its way out of her, bombarding the boy’s nose with a horrific stench. The boy’s thrashing about began to slow down as he slowly lost his strength and mind from the numbing stench. He had never smelled a girl’s ass before, or any ass for that matter, and frankly he would never want to after this experience.

Satisfied with her handiwork, Jess slowly rose from his face, stepping over to the right, and bending over to inspect the damage.

“Hmph. I think I may have gotten my money’s worth…” she mused.

The boy scoffed after inhaling the lingering stench in the air, which believe him, was better than the source material.

“Hwak! Your money stinks…!”

She glared at him, staring right into his eyes.

“D’you want another go?” she asked, monotonically.

“...” he was silent at first, his watering eyes glaring back at her with anger, no fear. At least he tried his best not to show that. Despite his position, he still had to keep his SSIE pride. So in the best voice of confidence he could muster, he replied, “Yeah, I could go for another. you stinky ass bitch.”

Jessianne’s eye twitched in shock and anger. She’d not been stood up to like this in a long time. But, as with any queendom, sometimes you had to put down insurrection.

“Why you little…..I’ll make sure you pass out and never wake up!” she snapped. Already, she had moved to kneel down, with her butt facing his face.

The boy moved his hands up to her butt and locked his arms, trying to hold her up and keep her from lowering herself onto his face again. Sure he was talking tough a second ago, but he didn’t REALLY want to go another round. He looked to his left and right to see if there was anyone at all who could possibly help him.

Just strolling onto the parking lot to head to their car to go home was one particular blonde vixen dressed in crimson and white trimmed running pants and a simple white tank top with the letters QB stitched over the breast in gold lettering. Charletta, it was, casually carried the large duffel bag, filled with her equipment over her back with one hand. Tired, sweaty, and glad to be going home after a long day.

As she approached her car, she stopped and raised her head. She felt like she heard someone call for help. She couldn’t tell if she actually heard the voice or imagined it, but she could definitely feel that someone near was in need of rescue. She looked around, scanning the area of anyone who looked to be in any sort of trouble.

The boy’s arms were beginning so shake as he struggled to keep Jess’s butt from reaching his delicate nose. He shouted help a couple times, but his lungs, weak from the girl’s point blank assault, had left him winded. Making his cries for help fall short of anyone’s ears. But as he looked to his right, he spotted someone, a tall girl with long golden hair and the curves anyone in his school could recognise from a distance. His eyes widened, praying that she would notice him and his current predicament.

Charletta spotted what she could consider an odd scenario over by field bleachers. From what she could tell, it looked like a couple kids having some kind of kinky foreplay under the stands. She was just about to shrug it off and continue on her way, except the boy seemed familiar to her somehow. She couldn’t think of a name or even really match the face to any of her recent memory. so he certainly wasn’t one of her friends. But she couldn’t shake the feeling, that look in his eyes, that he knew her.

“Ah…” then she remembered. She recognized him as one of the students who worked under the student council. One of their ‘worker bees’ as they would label them. “...shit.” Even though she wouldn’t care about letting whatever was going on over there go and be on her way, if she did leave a fellow student she could’ve helped, she wouldn’t want there to be any repercussions to her reputation back at her school.

Reluctantly, she started to head on over there.

psssssssssssssssssssssss...

Like air from a flat tire, Jess released an SBD, heavy on the D, right in the boy’s face. Frustrated with his insubordination, she desired to teach him a lesson in tact and respect. While this was enjoyable, she much preferred to have her fifty dollars back. That’s when she turned to look for anyone watching them.

There was a heavy thud from behind Jess. the sound of Charletta’s duffel bag hitting the ground, It with its some sixty pounds of gear seemed light to her, barely shaking any sign of relief after carrying the hefty bag. Besides, the action was simply to get the bullying girl’s attention.

Jess’ head whipped around to face the source of the noise, and found the blonde haired athlete. Her expression of mild annoyance quickly turned to one of livid anger. Slowly, she rose off of her victim’s face, kicking him in the side.

“You…” she growled.

Charletta’s brow cocked upward. “Oh me?”

“You cost me fifty bucks. Why don’t you pay up now?” Jess’ tone was forced.

“Should’ve bet on red.” Charletta calmly replied as she rested a hand on her hip. “You won’t be getting anything from me.” She looked down at the boy Jess was sitting on and nodded to him. “But you’re gonna have to get off of him for me.”

“Yeah? What’s it to ya?” she demanded, glaring at Charletta. Her ass scooted across her victim’s face.

“He goes to my school and I want you off of him.” Charletta answered in an oddly indifferent tone.

Jessianne chuckled and displayed a slasher smile as she lifted her left leg and cut a meaty, spicy fart, against Charletta’s wishes.

“Smell that?” she mocked, “That’s the scent of me not caring!”

Charletta brought her hand to up to pinch the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Are you really going to act this childish? Because the sooner you let him go, the sooner we can all get on with our lives.” She folded her arms under her chest, bringing the ample amount of cleavage she had up from the neckline of her shirt. “Don’t know if you have a life to go to, but you can find something better than this I’m sure.”

Jess stretched and gave one of her cool, confident looks. “Do you really want to mess with the Queen of Williams High, little girl? ‘Cause you will get hurt. Don’t even try to get on my level, you’re beneath me.  Since you can run so fast, why don’t you run away from here, before I knock your uppity, bitchy self back down where you belong.” Her words were as cold as ice.

“Okay, so we’re doing this.” Charletta walked up behind Jess, raised her leg and promptly shoved her foot into the girl’s back, knocking her off the boy and sending Jess forward to the gravel six feet away. The boy coughed as he gulped down as much free air as he could. Charletta looked down at him and said in a low tone. “Get out of here. You don’t want to see what happens next.”

From the ground, the bully Jessianne, groaned and slowly stood, turning to face Charletta, and spitting out a couple of pebbles. Her eyes screamed murder and she changed her stance to one of defense. Beckoning to her enemy, she grinned sadistically and growled, “Come and get it, you tiny cunt.”

Charletta walked right up to Jessianne without hesitating, letting the facesitting girl flinch as she did so. Charletta glared at the girl, cutting into her ego with her razor sharp turquoise eyes. Thinking that Jessianne was the kind of girl who has never had someone stand up to her like she has, she decided to give the brunette one last chance.

“I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and say that you are new to this sort of thing,” Charletta began with her voice level and cool, “I’m going to believe that you have never been in a real fight before and so I will give you this one, last, warning.” Her tone deepened, growing darker. “You better think again if you want to pick a fight with me. Because believe me, if you knew half of what I was capable of, the panties you have riding up your crotch would already be soaked with piss.” She took a step closer to the girl, her words fueled by the scorching fire in her chest. “This is the last chance you get to turn and walk away. Go and pick another fight that you can win. Because hell would have to freeze over for you to even stand a chance against me. You are already lucky that I only kicked you to the ground, because if I put my hands on you…” she leaned in and brought her voice down to a freezing whisper that probably would’ve frozen hell itself. “You will fucking regret ever looking in my direction.”

The boy, who was still standing off to the side and watching as things unfolded, stood with his jaw agape from Charletta’s words. Part of him still wanted to leave, but another wanted to stay and wait. Watch and see what the conclusion of this encounter would be.

Jessianne stared back at the shorter blonde, their glares forming virtually an electrical charge in the air between them. She grit her teeth and gulped down the saliva forming in her mouth, out of nervousness. Finally, she spoke, as the opposite of her opponent. She spat fire.

“You know what I think!?” Jess yelled at Charletta in an outrage, “I think those words are just empty talk! You’re just a tiny, whiny, hairbrain blonde!” Her next move was to attack her physically, as she reached out her arms to hit her.

There was the sound of a shove, a smack and rustling gravel in the aftermath of a heavy thud. Before Jess knew it, she was laying on her back with Charletta standing over her. Her eyes beaming down with a death glare which shocked Jess, who was reeling at her loss. She attempted to rise but was swiftly halted by Charletta’s foot planted upon her chest.

“Let me go, you fuckin’ cunt! Lemme up!” Jess protested, kicking and yelling. Her vision was blurry, and she soon discovered why. Her glasses, which she needed to see properly, had landed just out of her reach on the ground.

“My glasses….” she murmured.

Charletta looked down at the glasses near her. While holding the pressure applied to Jessianne’s chest, she reached down and picked them up. Upon surveying the spectacles, seeing that they were no more than a little scuffed, she held them down in front of Jess’s face and ordered softly.

“Apologize.”

Her body tensed up when her opponent held her fragile glasses in front of her face. But she would not let her pride go. Glaring back, Jess replied in a forced, low tone.

“No.”

Charletta curled her fingers around the fragile lenses and straightened her back. “Keeping your pride like that in the face of an indomitable spirit won’t get you anywhere. Know when to give up, tuck your tail between your legs and run away. This could’ve been over if you just did what you were told.”

Jess decided to play her last card in the game.

“If--If you try anything, I’ll gas you!” she threatened, albeit shakily.

Charletta cocked an eyebrow. Jess’s threat coming a bit short of intimidating. “What?”

“Y-you heard me! If you go any further, I’ll stink you out with my farts!” she replied, almost nervously.

“What is with bitches these days…” Charletta rolled her eyes before glaring back down at Jess. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone give me such an empty threat. Not only are you in no position to do anything to me, you are too naive to see that you are powerless compared to me. And you are too stupid to realize that you are now the helpless one here.” She gestured to the boy behind her. “Not him… and certainly not me.”

Jess gritted her teeth nervously. She was out of options, out of time….there was no way out of this one. Once again, she tried to rise up, but was pushed back by the overwhelming pressure on her chest.

“You’re wrong!” she stated as she went into denial, “I am the Queen of Williams High! You can’t do this to me!”

“And I’m Charletta of Side Six Institution of Education.” Charletta replied, her tone implying anger as well as power. “And I can care less about what something sitting under the heel of my boot says.”

“Charletta, y’know, if you try anything, just remember; What goes around, comes around.” Jess practically spat at her.

GGGGGGRRRggrrrrrrrrrbbbbBBBBBLLLLLRRRRRRRrrrrrrbbbbllle!

Charletta couldn’t help showing some pain through the twitch of her brow as a powerful cramp shot through her lower abdomen. The sound emitting from her was heard by everyone present and announced that it was nothing good. It had been a long day for Charletta. Having a large breakfast before warm ups then a larger lunch filled with protein for the football game she won, it was all coming around to bite her in the ass. Or was it?

Jess’ face went pale. She’d heard that sound many times before, from her and her cronies. It meant that if anyone was still around to witness them, they were in for a bad time. The bully gulped nervously.

Noticing Jess’s nervousness rise, Charletta peered down at her curiously. connecting one piece to another and scoffed at the defeated brunette.

“What is farting to you?” Charletta asked incredulously. “Do you feel like you can overpower people with your own?” She leaned forwards, her heel pressing harder against Jess’s chest. “Do you fear what mine are like?”

Jessianne licked her teeth, intimidated, and groaned a bit out of the extra weight exerted into her chest. “I can overpower people with them. And I...fear no one else’s.” That last part was a flat lie, and her face showed it. In reality, she was anticipating the worst from Charletta.

“Even when you can’t hide how you really feel, you still spit out your bull shit.” Charletta replied, sounding less angry than a moment ago, but just as cold. Then, she removed her foot from Jess’s chest.

With her eyes shifting around, trying to adjust, Jess paused, but then quickly began to slide along the gravel, to her perceived freedom. Although, without her glasses, it would be extremely difficult to find her way. Rising to her feet with a quickness never seen in her before, she began to run in the opposite direction of her perpetrator, narrowly dodging poles and curbs. Her luck ran out however, when she tripped over a medium sized rock in the ground. She stumbled for a moment, unaware that Charletta was gaining on her.

Suddenly, a powerful hand caught the back of Jess’s hoodie, pulled her back and through her too the ground again. Charletta wasn’t going to let everything Jess had said and done slide She gave her a chance to retreat before, but time for apologies were over. Besides, Charletta felt she had a duty to put girls like her in their place.

After tossing Jess to the ground again, Charletta grabbed the girl’s wrist with one hand and proceeded to drag her across the gravel ground until she reached the back of the bleachers. She then yanked on Jess’s arm hard, nearly dislocating her shoulder as she tossed her against the metal resistance.

Jess yelled out in pain as she slammed into the back end of the bleachers, landing face up on the ground beside it. Hurting all over, she knew it was pointless to run again, and she was too fatigued anyway. Instead, she sat there, nursing her shoulder.

Charletta quickly approached, placing her hand utop Jess’s head. Gripping her brown hair and pulling it back to force her to look at her piercing turquoise eyes. Even if her vision was sub par at the moment. Jess could feel the sharp glare Charletta was giving her and hear the fierce bubbling in the blonde’s bowels.

Jessianne gritted her teeth at the tug of her hair, but her expression immediately softened, and changed to one of outright fear as she squinted into Charletta’s emboldened eyes. She heard her opponent’s intestines groan, and her eyes snapped to their location, then back up to the blonde’s face, then back down and up again.

“I’m done hearing your shit.” Charletta spoke harshly. “So I’ll crush you in the most familiar way you seem to understand.” She let go of Jess to stand upright. One hand resting on the curve of her hip, the other running under her shirt to rub her toned abdomen in gentle circles. A tender warning for what was to come.

Charletta looked back to the boy who was still gazing at the event unfold. Though she’d rather him not see what she was about to do, she simply shrugged it off as the task of holding back her bowels became too much of a bother. She glanced down at Jessianne one more time before turning herself around for her perfectly shaped ass, clad in the soft material of her sports pants could face Jess.

The brunette tomboy could only widen at what was presented to them. If they’d met on better terms, perhaps she could see herself with her. But now, all Jess could do was watch. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, maybe her clothes would filter the smell. The thoughts relieved Jess, if only partially.

Without any warning, Charletta moved back aggressively and promptly sat upon Jess’s face. Her twin cheeks, soft, ample, and firm all at once, encased the brunette’s face in their warm embrace. Their horrible, smelly embrace.

To Jess’ dismay, the cloth of Charletta’s sports pants weren’t possibly a filter, but also a prime source of funk within themselves. From all of the heat and running Charletta had done, and without the aid of a shower after the game, Jess could smell the humid sweat residue which clung to her pants. Not only that, but her nose being so deep in Charletta’s crack, she could also smell the faint but clear odor of the farts that have passed through her panties. A sharp cheese and eggy mixture which would make almost anyone reel in disgust.

Jessianne struggled mightily to free herself, a valiant last-ditch effort to get her out of the predicament she was already oh-so-deep in. She did not succeed. What she did succeed in doing, however, was shoving her own face deeper into Charletta’s asscrack. From inside, her moans and yells were heavily muffled, but audible. She was forced to inhale the disgusting scent emitting from Charletta’s ass, and she was choking on the fumes.

Pleased with Jess’s fruitless struggle, Charletta relaxed a bit by lowering herself into a further squatting position with her hands resting on her knees. She clenched her butt cheeks a couple times. Her highly trained glutes applying tight pressure to the sides of Jess’s head.

Her quarry was groaning and beginning to panic, beating her fists against Charletta’s ‘tight end’. It was a hopeless scheme, of course, and Jess really could only wait for what was coming to her. The breathing room she had began to diminish. But on she fought.

With the bubbling in Charletta’s lower gut becoming an increasingly unwanted pressure, she decided it was finally time to relieve some of the unwanted fumes from her bowels. With Jess beating on her butt cheeks repeatedly, each wham bouncing harmlessly off her and doing nothing but sending ripples through her meaty mounds, it helped loosen her up a bit. Allowing her first release to come as easy as letting out a soft moan of relief.

BbbbrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTT!

It began slow like the acceleration of a motorcycle taking off on a green light, but the slow start broke into a harsh, windy release which no less than punched Jess in the face. With both force and stench. The rancid fumes which expelled from Charletta’s bum ruffled Jess’s brunette hair and almost forced her nose our from the confines of her crack. But she wasn’t that lucky. Charletta made sure to sit on her face with a majority of her weight. Legs locked in place to make sure she couldn’t get away. Jess was there to bask in the dreadful greatness of a smell one would imagine could only come to a well fed horse. Not the stunning blonde that was Charletta.

If Jessianne could scream out loud, she would. But instead, she screamed internally as her own, personal hell was presented to her. With her nose bombarded with the scent of decade old French cheese mixed with the sulfur content of a carton of spoiled deviled eggs, she couldn’t help but gag at the scent.  Even on her worst days, she’d never smelt something this….horrid.  As her lungs filled with Charletta’s gas, she kicked and moaned.

Charletta herself knew what she had eaten, but didn’t even expect a smell so raunchy to come from her bowels. She could thank the protein bars her friend offered to her before their game. Not that she knew she would be dominating a bully afterward, but it sure as hell helped as her bowels rumbled loudly with the creation of more gas.

BRAAAAAABBBBBBTTPT! BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAABBBBABAAAAARTT!!

Back to back butt burps ripped from Charletta’s cheeks, making her meaty, athletic mounds ripple against Jess’s face as the rancid gas washed over her. They could compare the smell to a dead animal carcass that was left in the street for days, mixed with the worst parts of a girl’s locker room. That was due to the sweat accumulated between Charletta’s legs from the game. All together, it made gag inducing fumes that Charletta had to even wave her hand at.

Tears welled up in Jessianne’s eyes as her face bore the brunt of Charletta’s gaseous assault. She wasn’t used to such disgusting winds that didn’t originate from her own behind. For the first time she was on the receiving end of such cruelty from a true contender, and that did not resonate with her well. Jess began to dry heave as she struggled even harder to break free from the iron hold her opponent imposed on her.

Though Charletta had already released what had to be several liters of gas, she could feel her colon immediately expand again with a new batch of hot air. Knowing this, she chose to raise her backside off of Jessianne’s face for a moment. Not for her relief, but to give the girl a chance to speak.

“Anything you want to say before I treat you to more?”

Jessianne coughed and gasped for air, trying to find fresh oxygen. Managing to acquire the lung capacity she needed, she spoke, this time with much less attitude in her voice.

“Get off of me! I can’t take your stinking fuckin’ ass anymore!” She complained, then muttered, “Fuckin’ bitch…”

“Shame,” Charletta replied with little sympathy in her voice as she was actually considering letting Jessianne go with the humiliation she had already dealt her. But she wasn’t about to do that with the attitude she gave. A second later, Charletta sat upon her face again, even heavier this time.

Jessianne wildly squirmed about to free herself. She knew it was futile, but she tried anyway, anything to go down fighting. Her fists flew, trying to land hits anywhere on Charletta’s upper body, to try and make her relent. Muffled groans of utter hatred and contempt could be heard from under the athlete’s flatulent ass.

Charletta caught Jess’s wrists in her hands and applied enough pressure to the joints to make Jessianne moan in pain. She wasn’t letting this girl off lightly. She was a bad girl with a bad attitude and Charletta didn’t gain her reputation by being the weak girl in her class.

BBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRBPPPPMMMMMMMMPPTT!!

With the pulling of Jessianne’s wrists, Charletta brought the brunette's nose into the deepest parts of her crack as she bore down with another ferocious fart. The flatulent bomb sounded like a sedan peeling out of a parking lot, even making Charletta’s ears ring a little from the deafening sound. She couldn’t imagine what it was was like for her victim, nor did she much care. She was aiming to make her not only pay for her rudeness, but break her until she was on her knees, kissing her toes.

Already in pain from her wrists being trapped in a vice-like grip, Jessianne was caught completely off guard as Charletta let off a huge ripper of a fart directly into her nose. The sordid scent would be enough to make a lesser person puke, and Jess almost did so herself. However, a fourth of the way through, she decided to try something new. She stored up the air, however tainted, in her lungs, and held her breath, halting the onslaught of the wretched fumes.

Feeling Jessianne’s lack of breathing, Charletta sighed as she simply waited her out. Afterall, she knew that Jess couldn’t hold her breath forever and on top of that, when she needed to inhale, it would only become ten times worse for her.

After forty-five seconds of painful asphyxiation, Jessianne couldn’t hold it anymore. She exhaled the air she’d been holding with a big sigh, then began to inhale, wincing at the latent stench. Feeling the release of breath, Charletta laid it down into her again.

FRRRABBBBT! BRRRRRRRRRRROOOTPT! BRRRRAAAAAMMMFFFFPFPRRT!

A trio of blasts lasting close to twenty seconds all together, rumbled across Jessianne’s face. A majority of that gas surging directly into her burning lungs as her body betrayed her by inhaling as deeply as possible. The phrase “this hurts me more than it hurts you” came to Charletta’s mind. Though she didn’t know why, as she had as much sympathy for Jess as she would for a tyrannical ruler.

If Jessianne could tear her nose off, she would. Her breathing capacities would probably never recover from the direct injection of Charletta’s thunderous farts, and she choked on the uptake. She never thought that someone else could have the capability to out-stink her, and frankly it horrified her. Not that she was completely down and out. Those chili dogs from earlier were still making a mess of her insides.

THHRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTT!

A truly last resort, Jessianne decided to make Charletta recoil in disgust from her own toxic ass. Her emission resided somewhere between skunk spray and burning tires. Hopefully, this was enough to deter her opponent.

Sadly, other than the sound, Charletta couldn’t even pick up whatever scent may have been made by Jess’s fart due to the heavy invisible fog she had created herself. She took that as a last ditch effort by the bully, and raised her ass off her face to taunt her one last time.

“Was that really ALL you had?”

“No! I have more!” Jess claimed, struggling to breathe.

BBRRRRRRT!!

Another fart, another attempt to pierce Charletta’s cloud cover. It carried a general rotten egg smell, along with the odor of gym socks.

Charletta let out a deliberately loud laugh. “Pathetic, if you truly think that a fart, especially ones as weak as that, would remotely bother me.”

Jess bit her lip and growled. She was defeated. Moreover, she regret everything that ever led her to this moment. In an extremely uncharacteristic stroke, she pleaded with Charletta, to make her torture end.

“Please! Get offa me! I’m sorry!” she cried.

Charletta stopped, at least held still for a moment as she genuinely considered letting Jessianne go free. However a menacing growl from the pit of her stomach suggested that she do otherwise. Without saying a word in return, Charletta moved back to plant her ass on Jess’ face one last time.

BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBRRRLLLLLPT!!!

The ground around the girls rumbled as Charletta bore down for her largest fart of the day. Fueled by the several protein and fiber rich meals she had that day, the swamp-like gas surged out of her like a broken dam. For nearly the next thirty seconds, all of Jessianne’s senses were filled with the fierce nature of Charletta’s fart. Like a nuke sized stink bomb, Charletta was blowing Jess’s face off with its sheer power. And if the power and deafening roar wasn’t enough, it would be the killer stench that came with it. So strong by the time it ended that Charletta had to wipe her eyes and chose to let go of Jess so she could soon move out from the wretched funk she created.

When Charletta released the bully, her arms fell limp to the ground. Due to the horrible hurricane she was forced to witness, Jessianne had lost consciousness. With the first whiff she blacked out, her last thoughts ones of remorse and regret. There would be no more mouthiness from her, not for a long while. She’d been humbled by the badass from Side Six.

Charletta grabbed her gym back and slung it over her shoulder. She took one final glance at the unconscious bully on the ground. Even though she wouldn’t hear what she said, Charletta left her with some words of advice before heading home. “No matter how big you think you are, there’s always a bigger fish.”

Just then, rounding the corner were Jessianne’s entourage, who immediately spotted her figure on the ground. They rushed towards their fallen leader, paying no attention to the blonde who was just departing, crowding around Jess.