Elizabeth's Gassy Ass

"Morning Elizabeth!"

"m-Morning..."

Elizabeth walked briskly through the office, trying very much to look as normal as possible, but absolutely failing. Her wide hips squirmed, and her knees bent together. Her normally jiggling bubble butt was taut and clenched, the cheeks squeezing down so hard within her tight dress that the fabric was clamped inside her buttcrack, making the dress look skin-tight and leaving very little about her ass to the imagination. 

She adjusted her glasses and her ginger hair. Her eyes darted around, trying to ignore the questioning glances from office employees at their cubicles and milling by the water cooler. 

Elizabeth darted through the hallway, the restroom was all the way down the hall, but she was late for her meeting, and she needed relief NOW. 

Closing eyes with concentration, Elizabeth opened a door to one of the conference rooms that she remembered was being renovated and, therefore, empty. Her plan was to discretely use this conference room, and then quickly dip into the one across the hall for her meeting. She stepped into the room and immediately turned to face the door. Knees weak, she leaned against the doorknob and released a long, loud, and explosive fart. 

PPPPPPPBBBTTTTTPPHHBBBTTTTTTT

"Ouhhh..." Elizabeth moaned. Her eyes rolled back in pure bliss. Gracious tears formed in the corners of her eyes. A big, wide smile spread across her face as her rippling, spasming buttcheeks continued to fart with a blaring strength and volume approaching the horn of an eighteen wheeler.

The fart finally over, Elizabeth sighed, only for her sigh to be interrupted by polite coughing. Face turning pale, Elizabeth turned around to see her boss Martha and the other girls from the office sitting around the boardroom table. 

Elizabeth realized that she had gotten the two conference rooms confused.

Martha covered her nose with her hand. 

"Welcome to our meeting, Elizabeth."

Some of the other women giggled, watching Elizabeth's stunned form, her back against the door like a terrified animal. A few covered their noses and glared at her in angry disgust.

"Elizabeth, are you trying to kill us?"

"Jesus, how long were you holding that one in?!"

"Are you sure it was just a fart? It sounded like she crapped her pants!"

Martha stood up from her seat. 

"I think we should take a short recess. There seems to be something in the air."

Elizabeth felt her face grow hot and flushed and she bit her lip. 

Elizabeth awkwardly opened the door and rushed out into the hall. 

***

Elizabeth paced down the hall. The other women had left the conference room, leaving the door open so the fart smell could escape. 

Elizabeth's stomach squirmed with embarrassment. Should she apologize to Martha, or should she just ignore it and hope they forget? 

As she paced, she didn't notice Laura, one of her coworkers, creep up to her. Bending slightly, her long blond hair hanging down, she moved surprisingly stealthily in her stilettos and pantsuit. A second coworker watched with a sadistic grin from down the hall. 

Laura lunged forward and yanked Elizabeth's skirt down to her ankles. Elizabeth's enormous panty-clad butt sprung into view. The pink bikini cut panties were stretched and strained over her fat, jiggling cheeks. The center of her panties was decorated with splattering stains, which ran the entire length of the seat of her panties. 

"OHMYGOD!" Elizabeth gasped. She bent over, one hand pressed between her legs to cover her crotch, and the other trying to cover as much as possible of her ass, but her hand was too small, barely covering a single cheek. 

"Good luck covering that fat ass!" the coworker across the hall shouted, laughing.

Laura snickered, pointing at Elizabeth's butt while she wiggled in panic, her skirt around her ankles binding her in place.

"Look at the stains! Someone needs to learn basic hygiene!"

Elizabeth's face grew redder and redder. The two pranksters went back into the conference room while she struggled to bend at her knees in her heels, cover herself, and pull her skirt back up all at the same time. 

Inside the empty boardroom, though, Laura pulled a small bottle out of her purse. Casting wicked grins in the direction of her friend, she emptied the bottle into Elizabeth's coffee mug. The powdery substance mixed with Elizabeth's coffee, and she put the bottle, marked EXLAX, back in her purse. 

***

The recess over, all the women had made their way back to the conference room. Elizabeth sat in her chair, trying not to make eye contact with the other members of the meeting. She nervously took a sip of her coffee. 

She arched an eyebrow. It tasted bitter?

She took another sip and then a big swig from the mug.

Martha stood up and started to point at the PowerPoint graph, explaining the intricacies of the orange part of the pie chart, but Elizabeth couldn't hear her. Her stomach was grumbling, churning, and the sickly panicked rising pressure of another massive fart, as well as something a little extra, spread through her lower body with an intense pang that made her legs feel weak and her head light. 

Elizabeth stood up, trembling. She opened her mouth, but as soon as she did a wet fart forced its way through her clenched buttcheeks. 

PPPPHHHRRSSSSSPPTTTT

Martha looked at her, smiling, both concern and slight bemusement on her face. "Elizabeth, maybe you should go to the restroom."

Nodding rapidly, Elizabeth spun on her heel. She made it one step, before her body convulsed and she grabbed at her buttcheeks in terror. The squishy flesh ballooned out from between Elizabeth's clawed fingers like she was gripping a pillow. 

Her eyes wide and frantic, sweat broke out across her body. "I'm not- I'm not going to make it!" she thought.

Moving with mad energy, Elizabeth grabbed the two-foot-tall trashcan sitting by the door and slammed it in front of her. 

"Elizabeth, what are you do- OHMYGOD!" 

Martha's concerned voice turned into shock as Elizabeth wrenched down her panties and yanked her skirt up with one vicious motion, mooning her pale, fat ass to the entire boardroom. Legs trembling, Elizabeth squatted over the edge of the trashcan, painfully aware of the many eyes watching her sweating, quivering butt. 

She clenched her teeth, some last instinct clinging desperately to hold back the floodgates, screaming at her to not do this in front of her coworkers. 

Then, she lost her balance. Elizabeth fell butt-first into the trashcan, her entire ass shoved inside. 

"OH!" she gasped. 

PPHHHHSSSSPPPLLLTTTTTPPPBBBBBTTTT

Her grip lost, farting splattering noises echoed from the trashcan and filled the entire room. The other women watched her, some in disgust, covering their mouths and noses, others breaking into laughter and pointing at Elizabeth's pathetic hunched form, shitting butt and wide hips shoved into the trashcan. 

"How did that butt even fit in that trashcan? It's enormous!"

"This isn't the bathroom, honey. This is the boardroom!"

"Oh GOD I can smell her breakfast from here!"

A woman, so disgusted, rushed out of the boardroom holding a hand over her mouth, unable to stay in the room one second longer. 

"Sorrryy..." Elizabeth whimpered, looking up at her. 

Martha pinched her nose shut and spoke with a quacking voice. "For god's sake Elizabeth, go to the doctor!"

***

Dr. Jen Nguyen stretched the rubber glove over her hand. She took a bottle of lube and spread some over her index and middle finger. 

Elizabeth was on her hands and knees on the examination table. She was completely bottomless. Her skirt and her stained, stinky panties were on the floor in a clump, right next to her shoes. Her toes curled in fear, and her she kept swinging her head back to look at the doctor, only to immediately face forward again once she saw Dr. Nguyen's gloved hand. 

Dr. Nguyen shoved her sloppy cold fingers into Elizabeth's asscrack, digging through the deep sea of buttflesh. 

"So, you often hold in your farts?" she asked nonchalantly before shoving her fingertips up Elizabeth's tight puckered ass. 

Elizabeth's eyes bugged out at the sudden violation, and she swallowed, "Well, yeah. I sometimes have very, um, wet... farts, and I'm afraid I'll stain my underwear."

With her other, ungloved hand Dr. Nguyen grabbed Elizabeth's left buttcheek and thigh and spread her open. Elizabeth felt her pussy lips pull apart and she shuddered. Dr. Nguyen took this opportunity to dig her fingers in deeper.

"Your underwear?"

Elizabeth nodded, face contorting with discomfort and humiliation. "I used to be made fun at in school for my dirty underwear, so I started holding in all my farts."

Dr. Nguyen nodded, absently rummaging around Elizabeth's rectum by bending the joints of her fingers and rubbing the anal walls with the cool yet hard and invading presence of her gloved hands. 

"uhhllll...." a little whimper escaped Elizabeth's shocked face.

"I understand, but it's not healthy to fight your body’s natural systems like this. It just worsens the problem and trains your body to have really bad habits. Instead of releasing several small farts throughout the day, your body has been trained to hold in a single enormous, disgusting, rancid, bowel-shattering-"

Elizabeth coughed. "I think I get the idea."

Dr. Jen yanked her fingers out of Elizabeth's ass with a slippery pop. 

"OuuGGghhh" Elizabeth moaned and hung her head in shame. She reached back with a hand and clamped it over her now dripping pussy like her life depended on it. 

Dr. Nguyen ignored her or didn't notice. She picked up a pen and a clipboard, gripping the pen in the slippery lubed and gloved fingers that were just inspecting Elizabeth's ass.

Dr. Nguyen scribbled something down on her clipboard. "I'm prescribing you some pills to help relax your rectum, and I'm also suggesting a somewhat unconventional therapy tool. It may seem embarrassing at first, but I highly recommend it. It will help you untrain your body and get over this fear of staining your panties..."

***

Elizabeth walked into the office the next day, blushing bright red. Her coworkers looked at her with cheerful expressions, only for these to turn to shock, amusement, and surprise as she passed by. They poked their heads out over their cubicles, slack jawed in horny awe.

Elizabeth was wearing slacks today, a pair provided by Dr. Nguyen. A very special pair of pants with the seat completely missing. Her panties also absent, Elizabeth's jiggling buttcheeks shook free and unconstrained, constantly flashing everyone as soon as she walked. 

"I'm not sure about this..." Elizabeth had told Dr. Ngyuen, craning her neck back and looking at her exposed butt. She could feel the cool air on her soft exposed skin with incredible and distracting detail. 

"It’s foolproof!" Dr. Nguyen had explained. "You won't be afraid to fart and ruin your panties because you have no pants or panties to ruin!"

Elizabeth kept that conversation in her mind as she walked across the office floor to her desk, trying to ignore the snickering giggles and wolf whistles that followed her flexing, bouncing, naked butt. 

"Loving the new look, Elizabeth! Such a statement!"

"Jesus Christ, it looks even bigger when it’s not in that skirt!"

"I had no idea there'd be a full moon tonight!"

"Elizabeth! I think you forgot something!"

"You could get lost in that crack! It's like the Grand Canyon!"

Elizabeth bit her lip, growing redder and redder with each comment, as the comments in turn became louder and less subtle. A practical crowd was forming behind her, only about ten feet behind her, walking with her, all unashamedly trying to stare at her ass as much as possible. 

Elizabeth's stomach did somersaults of humiliation and her cheeks parted for a second to release a loud, bursting, belching fart. 

PPBBBbllllttttppppppBBBBBPHHHH

"OHHHhh!" Elizabeth stood, knees together, ass sticking out, head tilted back, moaning in relief as her rectum opened and released its gassy pressure. 

The crowd behind her coughed and gagged and dispersed, rushing away in disgust. The employees watching from their desks or from a safe distance openly laughed at Elizabeth's naked farting rump and the panicked perverts running from it in fear. 

Elizabeth waved her hand behind her, blushing, trying to disperse some of the horrible butt-stink. 

She then walked forward even faster, beelining down the hall toward her office. 

She was stopped by Martha standing immediately in front her. At the sight of their supervisor, the other workers hurriedly went back to work. 

Elizabeth looked at the floor. She felt nervous sweat form in her buttcrack. 

"Elizabeth, why on earth are you wearing assless pants?"

Elizabeth shifted back and forth on her heels, her cheeks subtly rippling and shifting.

"My doctor recommended it. She said it would help me with my farts."

Martha tried not to smirk but failed spectacularly. Her mouth formed a tight, small crescent. 

"Well, if it's part of your treatment, I guess it's all right, even if it does violate so many parts of the company dress code. But do try to avoid any messier accidents, won't you, Elizabeth? Farting is one thing, but I don't want this assless pant situation to result in any presents on my floors."

Elizabeth's face burned and she felt like she wanted to die at Martha's insinuation. 

"Yes ma'am. I'll be careful..."

"Good girl!"

Martha walked past and gave her a quick sharp little slap on her ass. 

"EEE!" Elizabeth yelped, jumping nearly a full foot into the air.

***

Elizabeth carried a folder to the copy machine in the break room. Inside, Laura was sitting in a chair at the table in front of the machine, scrolling through her phone. As soon as Elizabeth entered, she covered her mouth, loudly giggling into it. 

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. 

She walked to the copy machine and opened the folder, only for a slip of paper to slip out. Laura, meanwhile, was watching Elizabeth's bubble butt with rapt attention, turning in her chair. She was so transfixed that she didn't have time to react as Elizabeth stepped back and bent over at the waist, unintentionally shoving her ass into Laura's face. Doubled over, Elizabeth's gut gurgled. She furrowed her eyebrows in a moment of panic before remembering that she had no panties to ruin. Laura's eyes widened, the giant moon in front of her trembling and shaking. 

PPPPPHHHHHHHHTTTTBTBBTBTBTBTBTBTBTBTBT

A rancid, rippling fart like burning rotten sulphur escaped from the cheeks, filling the small room almost instantly. 

"Ahhhh," Elizabeth sighed, still doubled over, her asshole farting like a belching machine gun. 

As soon as she stopped, she heard a soft THUMP against the floor. 

Elizabeth stood up and turned around. Laura had fallen out of her chair and onto the floor, face down ass up, completely unconscious. Her eyes were crossed, and her face had turned pale from the horrific hell fart that had exploded point blank into her nose.

Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hand. 

"Oops!... sorry!"

She awkwardly stepped over her unconscious coworker's butt and quickly powerwalked out of the room.