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(not really a panty pooping story, but I thought someone might enjoy it.
As you may be able to tell from the title, it’s a super-heroine story and as such, is cartoonish and unreal by its nature. So if you’re one of those people who harps about ‘plausibility’ and ‘realism’ in a story, consider yourself warned; I don’t want to hear any whining.
If anyone with artistic inclinations is reading, I’d love to adapt this story as a comic, so if you’re interested, PM me.)
Although she’d never admit it, she loved to admire herself in the mirror.
Turning this way and that in her costume, Deena Price, better known to the world as Amazing Woman, righter of wrongs and avenger of the weak, admired the way the tight, white bloomers clung to her muscled ass-cheeks, then let her eyes trail up slowly to the way the matching corset accentuated and enhanced her already magnificent bust and left her bare from the cleavage up. Perched atop her long, luxurious black hair, a silver, diamond encrusted tiara shimmered in the afternoon light filtering through her bedroom window. She turned this way and that, checking out her tits and ass one last time before striking a heroic pose. She grinned, realizing that she looked exactly like one of her many publicity shots. ‘No airbrushing necessary for this little princess,’ she thought smugly.
Her cell-phone began to buzz. Without turning her gaze from the mirror, Deena grabbed it; It was one of her police informants. With a sigh she answered, never taking her gaze from the mirror. “Hello?” she asked, unable to conceal the board contempt in her voice.
“It’s me,” said the voice on the other line. “I got something for you.”
“Mmm?” Amazing Woman packed as much amused boredom into that one syllable as was humanly possible. “What might that be?”
“Apparently some guy’s moved an unauthorized vending cart into Hughes Park, selling all sorts of weird novelty stuff…”
“’Novelty Stuff?’” Deena was contemptuous. “As in…?”
“Uh, y’know, disappearing ink, red hot gum, whoopie cushions…”
“’Whoopie cushions?’” Amazing Woman couldn’t contain her disgust.
“Uh, yeah…” the informant continued, now a little unsure of himself. “Anyway, one of our officers, Becky Hobard, she’s new, she tried to get him to vamoose and he, uh… did something to her.”
“’Did something?!’” Deena snorted. “Like what, put a whoopee cushion on her seat?”
“Uh, well, she wouldn’t go into details, but apparently it was pretty bad… she called in sick two days in a row, last I heard she was talking about quitting the force and going into communications… Anyway, he’s set up over by the pond on the north side of the park—“
“Right, fine I’ll take it under advisement. Goodbye.” She hung up and tossed the phone back on the bed.
Shooing off renegade vending carts from the park? Sounded a little dime-store to her. Then again, there was the matter of the police woman who’d been terrorized in some way… and it always looked good when she succeeded where the police had failed. ‘Besides,’ she thought, giving herself one last admiring glance in the mirror, ‘it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do today. After all, I look so good; it’d be a shame for nobody to see it.’ She picked up the phone and dialed her publicist, instructing her to line up all the major media outlets by the pond on the north side of Hughes Park.
****
At the park, the first thing she noticed was the large, horse-drawn wagon, like something out of an old west medicine show. Across the side the words “Professor Prank’s traveling Novelty and Practical Joke Emporium” was scrawled in bright red letters. A large crowd had gathered out front.
The second was the throng of reporters and camera men. Approaching them with an air of ironclad dignity, she informed them: “Make sure you’re all set up. I don’t want my fans to miss a second of this!”
The gathered reporters rolled their eyes: Amazing Woman may have had everyone else convinced she was a heroic do-gooder, but they knew first-hand what a spoiled, uptight, bitchy self-promoter she really was.
She made her way toward the wagon, the barker’s voice clear in the afternoon air. “And now, a real source of pride for me! A series of novelties of my own creation! Who among you is brave enough to step up and give them a try?”
Peeking over the crowd’s heads, Amazing Woman was astounded to find that ‘Professor Prank,’ scourge of the city police department, was a short, stocky balding man in a suit that looked stolen from the ringmaster of a third-rate circus. A silly, white push broom mustache sat under his nose, and the sides of his head were dusted with a matching crop of short, white hair. He looked like somebody’s grandpa.
The Amazon princess felt a stab of anger that she was wasting her time with this. She was tempted to walk away, but the media had already set up camp nearby. No reason to walk away from a little free publicity, she thought. Steeling herself, she began pushing her way through the crowd.
“Nobody?” the professor cried incredulously. “Not one of you is brave enough to demonstrate my invention?”
“Put the demonstration on hold, professor,” Amazing Woman said in her most impressive super heroine voice.
The Professor stared, then broke out into a wide grin. “Why, it’s internationally renowned crime-fighter and Adventurer, Amazing Woman!”
He lead the crowd in a round of applause. Show off that she was, Deena was unable to stop from smiling an acknowledging their applause.
“Have you come to help me demonstrate my inventions?”
She gave him a serious look. “No, I’ve come to tell you…”
Before she could finish, the professor took an unassuming looking bottle of seltzer from the small table next to him, aimed carefully, and directed a powerful jet right into Amazing Woman’s mouth.
“AAK!” she gargled the water filling her mouth and flowing down her throat. Before she knew it, she’d swallowed about a cup.
With a laugh, the professor killed the spray, leaving Amazing Woman to sputter and choke before the laughing audience. Rage boiled through her as she realized she was being laughed at.
“You little creep!” she fumed, advancing on him. I’ll tear you limb from limb, I’ll rip your head off, I’ll…” She ceased when she realized there was a strange sensation inside her. Inside her stomach, she could feel a dominate fizzing sensation. Her stomach gurgled, and she began feeling bloated. “What… was that stuff?!” she demanded, her stomach beginning to gargle noisily.
“My latest and greatest design—Belch-zer!”
“’Belch-zer?!’” Her stomach rumbled ominously. “What are talking about you ridiculous old—BURRP!”
Her jaw dropped… Where did that come from?! Amazing Woman reddened as the crowd began giggling at her faux pas. “What did you—EERRP!”
Deena Clenched her hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “How—URP!” This burp was by far the loudest yet. “I demand— BBLURP!”
She clamped her mouth shut, reddening. She couldn’t remember feeling more mortified. With her mouth shut, the belches had stopped escaping on their own, but she could feel them building; it was only a matter of time before she wouldn’t be able to hold it.
“As Amazing woman has just discovered,” The professor said in a jovial voice, “Belch-zer utilizes my patented ultra-carbonation to continue fizzing in the stomach, giving to victim boisterous burps for days…”
Amazing woman shot him a desperate look. “URRP! Did you say (BBUURRP) Days!?”
“That’s right, honey-bunch! With Professor Prank, Novelty means value!”
Gazing out at the gawking rabble, laughing and pointing at her distress, Amazing Woman turned and addressed the professor, loud, disgusting burps peppered throughout her speech. “You have to (UURRP!) Give me (BEEERRRPP!) The antidote! (BBBLLUURRRP!)”
“Oh… the antidote,” he said with a smiling wink to the crowd. “Here you are my dear…” Taking a small jar from the table next to the Belch-zer, he poured a handful of small pills into her hands. “These super – bicarbonates will deflate that gassy belly in no time.”
Without even thinking, Amazing Woman dumped the pills into her mouth and swallowed eagerly, emitting mid-sized belches the entire time.
She stood back and relaxed, allowing herself to smile (followed by a tiny burp), waiting for the god awful fizzing inside her to begin waning. She stood for a full thirty seconds, hand on tummy, emitting the occasional small belch while she waited for the medicine to kick in.
It took her only moments to realize that not only was fizzing not going away, but the sensation had grown more powerful and, worse, was now descending; she could feel the awful, gurgling pressure bubbling its way through her and heading toward her rear end. “Professor (URRP!)…” she said nervously, beginning to clench her butt-cheeks.
The professor chuckled, delighted. “Sorry, Amazing Woman. You’ve just been the victim of another one of Professor’s pranks!”
“What (BURRF!) Are you (URRP!) Talking about (BBURRP!)?” she demanded. Her stomach was bubbling audibly, and the pressure at both ends was becoming intolerable. She knew she’d have to cut loose sometime soon.
“Those ‘super-bicarbonates’ you just snarfed down like a greedy pig were, in actuality, none other than my patented Fart-Fizzers!”
She stared in horror, refusing to believe it, even as she felt her entire stomach beginning to inflate with wretched gas. “’Fart (URP!) Fizzers?!’” In moments she became so angry that she literally saw red. Forgetting all about her predicament, the onlookers, and the members of the press who’s gathered, she advanced on him as fast as she could with her cheeks clenched so tight they shook. “You (Belch!) little bastard! You (Blurp!) shit! I’m gonna…”
BBBBRRRRAAAAPPP! The Amazon Princesses’ first fart emerged like a machine gun. She gasped, feeling her butt-cheeks vibrating in her white hot-pants. Gasping, her lips contracting into a small, surprised ‘o’. Her cheeks coloring bright red, she forced herself to stand ram-rod straight, trembling, every ounce of will focused on restraining her gas. Sweat beaded down her face and she looked out at the audience, her face frozen in a grimace to total concentration, locked in mortal combat with the forces of her own body.
But not even her super-human might was a match for the bubbling pressure inside her. In a last ditch effort to throw people off, she plastered a weak smile to her face moments before she involuntarily farted once more. PPPRRRaaaaaPPPPBBBBBllllllbbbbbppppttth! A roaring, bubbling, greasy sound erupted from inside her, causing her ass to jiggle visibly in her well-packed short shorts. A stench like a room full of rotting pumpkins descended over the area like a shroud, forcing the laughing audience to pinch their noses shut and fan their faces. Even the media people were laughing, the camera men struggling to hold their shoulder cams steady.
Relief! Even as her massive stinker was rumbling out of her, she could envision herself deflating like a beach ball. Setting aside her embarrassment, she turned from the laughing crowd toward the grinning professor and allowed herself a cold smile. “Pretty (BURP!) funny, ‘Professor’,” she said, winding up to deliver a right hook to the little jerk’s smug face. “I’m sure it’ll (URP!)be a pleasant memory for you (BERP!) to hold onto when you wake up in the prison infirmary! (EERRP!)”
A painful cramp ripped into her, causing Amazing Woman to double over. A loud burbling, like a water cooler emerged from inside her, and the audience took a collective step back. Her eyes bulging, she shot the professor a pleading look as she felt her belly inflating once more, even faster than the first time. She had another vision, this time of the beach ball deflating in reverse, sucking in air, becoming rounder and rounder, it’s seams quickly reaching the breaking point, unable to hold anymore. And then, finally, when it was just on the verge of popping…
TTTRRRAAAPPPBBBPPTH! “UUHHHH!” The anguished Super-heroine emitted an anguished groan as she cut the cheese once more, a sound like a dump truck struggling to start emerging from her tightly sculpted butt. The audience groaned and laughed in uproariously, the TV crews zooming in on Deena’s horrified expression.
“WHEW-WEE!” The professor exclaimed loudly, fanning the air theatrically, “sounds to me like it’s you who might benefit from a trip to the infirmary, young lady!”
BBLART! Amazing Woman responded by tooting out a cute (but still loud) little gasser. “How (BBLUEP!) do I (EERP!) make it—“ FFFOOOORRRT! She nearly blew a hole in the seat of her hot-pants—“Stop!”
“Oh,” said Professor Prank with the well-rehearsed conspiratorial smile of a born vaudevillian, “You want it to stop, do you Amazing Woman?”
BRUMPH! “Yes! (BURP!)” ROOOOOOPPAART! “Plea---UURRRP!” She clamped her hands over her mouth. ARROOOORT! Farting like a water buffalo, the beautiful Amazon Princess blushed and instinctively brought her hands to her ass . “BBBBUUURRRPP!”
Now belching and farting uncontrollably, Amazing Woman stepped in place and emitted a helpless squeal, like a little girl frightened of a mouse. POOOAAARRRFFFAAOP! “Please professor (Blurp!) please—“ PPFFRRAAPP! “Help me!”
“Are you sure you want help, young lady?”
PPPHHHOORRT! “YES! (UUUURRRP!)”
“Well, alright,” he said simply. At the end of the table sat a little wooden box. Taking it, Professor Prank presented it to Amazing Woman and flipped it open. Inside, two tiny pink pills rested on a bed of velvet. “All you have to do is take these two little pills..” he said, grinning mischievously.
She hesitated, farting nervously and remembering what happened the last time she tried one of the little creep’s cures. It could be another trick; but what, she pondered with a thoughtful belch, could be worse than what he’d already done to her?
“Am I to understand you don’t want my help Amazing Woman?” he asked, slowly closing the lid.
“Nononono!” She reached out in a flash and grabbed the pills. Passing gas with a decisive rumble, The Amazon Princess tossed them in her mouth and had them swallowed before the sulfury stench of her latest fart descended on the area. “How long (EERP! does it take –“ BROOOMMAARRROP “these super-bicarbonates to work anyway?”
Professor Prank gave a warm chuckle. “Don’t be dense my dear; there’s no such thing as ‘super-bicarbonate.’ Wouldn’t work anyway. There’s only one way to remove my ultra-carbonation formula from the body,” he said with a evil grin.
“So, what did I just—“ She began before cutting herself off with a meaty fart.
“Mega-lax,” he said, smiling as Amazing Woman felt the first cramped contractions in her bowels.
“WHAT!?” she shrieked, doubling over as the cramps began gnawing at her.
“Not to worry my dear,” he ensured her, “those little beauties will clean that nasty Belch-zer and fart fizzers out of there lickity split… along with anything else you’ve eaten in the past six weeks.”
The crowd burst out laughing, and Amazing woman could only stand by, farting and fuming, as the urge to poop began building inside her.
She fixed Professor Prank with a hateful glare. “You evil little shit! (BBUURRPP!) You cocksucker!” BBRRUUMMMBBPPPTHHH! “I oughtta—“ but before she could finish her threat, the mega-lax began really kicking in. She clamped her butt-cheeks together as tight as they’d go, reaching back and pressing her hand against her butt crack for good measure, groaning.
“Seems to me what you ‘ought’ to do, my dear,” the professor began with a mild chuckle, pointing a few yards down the path, “is make your way over to yonder porta-potty before you make a mess of those nice white shorts!” He turned from her and began gathering his things, so confident that her desperation was reaching critical mass that he even turned his back on her.
For a moment, Amazing Woman actually thought about going after him and damn the consequences.
But an obnoxious, boisterous fart can quacking out of her ass, and she knew if she didn’t manage to get to the toilet soon, she’d be dumping a major load into her tight white booty-shorts.
And with that, Amazing Woman, world famous do-gooder and moral standard bearer, took off hobbling for the porta-potty as quickly as her clenched ass-cheeks would allow. She was no longer belching, but the farts had doubled; her ass was erupting loud stinky farts with every step she took, ranting the entire time, the crowd emitting peels of wild laughter.
“You total jerk!” RRRAAAPPPRRRTTAAPP! “You Evil little shit!” OOOOPPRRAARRTTT! “I’ll get you! I’ll get you if it’s the last thing I ever—“ FRRAAAUUUAAARRP! “Oh god!”
She crammed her palm against her cheeks tightly and re-doubled her efforts, reaching the porta-potty with seconds to spare. With loud, wet farts honking out of her at a near continuous rate, Amazing Woman dropped her booty shorts, turned, and slammed her world-class booty onto the hard plastic seat just moments before the final spasm hit and she exploded…
*****
Outside the small green cubical, the crowd watched the beautiful super-heroine disappear inside with a fart and slam the door behind her. A few moments of silence followed. Then:
“HHHHUUUUUUUGGGGHHH!” a loud cry from within, followed by an unearthly farting/splattering sound (BBBBRRRRRRAAAPPPPPBBBTH!) followed by the sound of a bucket of mud being poured into the bowl. “UH! RRRRRRGGG!” TTTHHHAAAPPPBBBTH! Another rip-roaring fart, another mudslide into the bowl.
From his wagon, Professor Prank smiled. “One more thing before I leave my dear…”
“HHuuuuuhhh….?” She moaned from within. Another fart (BBBUUURRRRLLLBBBTTPPHH!) preceded another nasty, diarrheic explosion.
“Say cheese!” the professor said with a giggle, taking a small remote from his waistcoat and pressing the large, red button on its face.
Inside the porta-potty, pants around her ankles, enduring round after round of massively flatulent diarrhea, Amazing Woman jumped a bit as a loud mechanical whirring noise emerged from all around her. The walls wobbled and vibrated, and there were a series of snapping noises from all around her. “Oh God!” She sobbed, farting more diarrhea into the bowl below her, “what now?!!”
All at once the walls of the porta-potty fell open, revealing the now thoroughly humiliated Amazing Woman perched on the potty, to the gawking crowd, and to all the viewers at home.
Once more, her jaw dropped and her lips formed into a tight red ‘o’ as she sat revealed to the entire world.
FFFRRRAPPP! “UH-HUH!” she grunted, maintain eye contact with the audience as another sloppy movement came gushing out of her and plopping into the bowl below. “Oh GOD!” PPPBBBLLAAPPBBTT! “Please don’t look at me!”
But she knew it was too late; the damage had been done, and nobody would ever forget this incident, least of all her. Could it get any worse?
“Look!” someone in the audience cried out, pointing at the with booty shorts hanging between her ankles, “Amazing Woman’s got skid marks!”
She looked down, cheeks blazing; sure enough, staring back at her from the inside of her shorts, a long brown stain ran up nearly the entire center of the seat of her panties. The camera men made sure to zoom in on this one final detail to make her public embarrassment complete.
And, with another messy dump farting out of the defeated super-heroine, Professor Prank climbed abroad his wagon and trotted away at a brisk pace, making a mental note to watch the remainder of Amazing Woman’s ordeal on the evening news.
As you may be able to tell from the title, it’s a super-heroine story and as such, is cartoonish and unreal by its nature. So if you’re one of those people who harps about ‘plausibility’ and ‘realism’ in a story, consider yourself warned; I don’t want to hear any whining.
If anyone with artistic inclinations is reading, I’d love to adapt this story as a comic, so if you’re interested, PM me.)
Although she’d never admit it, she loved to admire herself in the mirror.
Turning this way and that in her costume, Deena Price, better known to the world as Amazing Woman, righter of wrongs and avenger of the weak, admired the way the tight, white bloomers clung to her muscled ass-cheeks, then let her eyes trail up slowly to the way the matching corset accentuated and enhanced her already magnificent bust and left her bare from the cleavage up. Perched atop her long, luxurious black hair, a silver, diamond encrusted tiara shimmered in the afternoon light filtering through her bedroom window. She turned this way and that, checking out her tits and ass one last time before striking a heroic pose. She grinned, realizing that she looked exactly like one of her many publicity shots. ‘No airbrushing necessary for this little princess,’ she thought smugly.
Her cell-phone began to buzz. Without turning her gaze from the mirror, Deena grabbed it; It was one of her police informants. With a sigh she answered, never taking her gaze from the mirror. “Hello?” she asked, unable to conceal the board contempt in her voice.
“It’s me,” said the voice on the other line. “I got something for you.”
“Mmm?” Amazing Woman packed as much amused boredom into that one syllable as was humanly possible. “What might that be?”
“Apparently some guy’s moved an unauthorized vending cart into Hughes Park, selling all sorts of weird novelty stuff…”
“’Novelty Stuff?’” Deena was contemptuous. “As in…?”
“Uh, y’know, disappearing ink, red hot gum, whoopie cushions…”
“’Whoopie cushions?’” Amazing Woman couldn’t contain her disgust.
“Uh, yeah…” the informant continued, now a little unsure of himself. “Anyway, one of our officers, Becky Hobard, she’s new, she tried to get him to vamoose and he, uh… did something to her.”
“’Did something?!’” Deena snorted. “Like what, put a whoopee cushion on her seat?”
“Uh, well, she wouldn’t go into details, but apparently it was pretty bad… she called in sick two days in a row, last I heard she was talking about quitting the force and going into communications… Anyway, he’s set up over by the pond on the north side of the park—“
“Right, fine I’ll take it under advisement. Goodbye.” She hung up and tossed the phone back on the bed.
Shooing off renegade vending carts from the park? Sounded a little dime-store to her. Then again, there was the matter of the police woman who’d been terrorized in some way… and it always looked good when she succeeded where the police had failed. ‘Besides,’ she thought, giving herself one last admiring glance in the mirror, ‘it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do today. After all, I look so good; it’d be a shame for nobody to see it.’ She picked up the phone and dialed her publicist, instructing her to line up all the major media outlets by the pond on the north side of Hughes Park.
****
At the park, the first thing she noticed was the large, horse-drawn wagon, like something out of an old west medicine show. Across the side the words “Professor Prank’s traveling Novelty and Practical Joke Emporium” was scrawled in bright red letters. A large crowd had gathered out front.
The second was the throng of reporters and camera men. Approaching them with an air of ironclad dignity, she informed them: “Make sure you’re all set up. I don’t want my fans to miss a second of this!”
The gathered reporters rolled their eyes: Amazing Woman may have had everyone else convinced she was a heroic do-gooder, but they knew first-hand what a spoiled, uptight, bitchy self-promoter she really was.
She made her way toward the wagon, the barker’s voice clear in the afternoon air. “And now, a real source of pride for me! A series of novelties of my own creation! Who among you is brave enough to step up and give them a try?”
Peeking over the crowd’s heads, Amazing Woman was astounded to find that ‘Professor Prank,’ scourge of the city police department, was a short, stocky balding man in a suit that looked stolen from the ringmaster of a third-rate circus. A silly, white push broom mustache sat under his nose, and the sides of his head were dusted with a matching crop of short, white hair. He looked like somebody’s grandpa.
The Amazon princess felt a stab of anger that she was wasting her time with this. She was tempted to walk away, but the media had already set up camp nearby. No reason to walk away from a little free publicity, she thought. Steeling herself, she began pushing her way through the crowd.
“Nobody?” the professor cried incredulously. “Not one of you is brave enough to demonstrate my invention?”
“Put the demonstration on hold, professor,” Amazing Woman said in her most impressive super heroine voice.
The Professor stared, then broke out into a wide grin. “Why, it’s internationally renowned crime-fighter and Adventurer, Amazing Woman!”
He lead the crowd in a round of applause. Show off that she was, Deena was unable to stop from smiling an acknowledging their applause.
“Have you come to help me demonstrate my inventions?”
She gave him a serious look. “No, I’ve come to tell you…”
Before she could finish, the professor took an unassuming looking bottle of seltzer from the small table next to him, aimed carefully, and directed a powerful jet right into Amazing Woman’s mouth.
“AAK!” she gargled the water filling her mouth and flowing down her throat. Before she knew it, she’d swallowed about a cup.
With a laugh, the professor killed the spray, leaving Amazing Woman to sputter and choke before the laughing audience. Rage boiled through her as she realized she was being laughed at.
“You little creep!” she fumed, advancing on him. I’ll tear you limb from limb, I’ll rip your head off, I’ll…” She ceased when she realized there was a strange sensation inside her. Inside her stomach, she could feel a dominate fizzing sensation. Her stomach gurgled, and she began feeling bloated. “What… was that stuff?!” she demanded, her stomach beginning to gargle noisily.
“My latest and greatest design—Belch-zer!”
“’Belch-zer?!’” Her stomach rumbled ominously. “What are talking about you ridiculous old—BURRP!”
Her jaw dropped… Where did that come from?! Amazing Woman reddened as the crowd began giggling at her faux pas. “What did you—EERRP!”
Deena Clenched her hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “How—URP!” This burp was by far the loudest yet. “I demand— BBLURP!”
She clamped her mouth shut, reddening. She couldn’t remember feeling more mortified. With her mouth shut, the belches had stopped escaping on their own, but she could feel them building; it was only a matter of time before she wouldn’t be able to hold it.
“As Amazing woman has just discovered,” The professor said in a jovial voice, “Belch-zer utilizes my patented ultra-carbonation to continue fizzing in the stomach, giving to victim boisterous burps for days…”
Amazing woman shot him a desperate look. “URRP! Did you say (BBUURRP) Days!?”
“That’s right, honey-bunch! With Professor Prank, Novelty means value!”
Gazing out at the gawking rabble, laughing and pointing at her distress, Amazing Woman turned and addressed the professor, loud, disgusting burps peppered throughout her speech. “You have to (UURRP!) Give me (BEEERRRPP!) The antidote! (BBBLLUURRRP!)”
“Oh… the antidote,” he said with a smiling wink to the crowd. “Here you are my dear…” Taking a small jar from the table next to the Belch-zer, he poured a handful of small pills into her hands. “These super – bicarbonates will deflate that gassy belly in no time.”
Without even thinking, Amazing Woman dumped the pills into her mouth and swallowed eagerly, emitting mid-sized belches the entire time.
She stood back and relaxed, allowing herself to smile (followed by a tiny burp), waiting for the god awful fizzing inside her to begin waning. She stood for a full thirty seconds, hand on tummy, emitting the occasional small belch while she waited for the medicine to kick in.
It took her only moments to realize that not only was fizzing not going away, but the sensation had grown more powerful and, worse, was now descending; she could feel the awful, gurgling pressure bubbling its way through her and heading toward her rear end. “Professor (URRP!)…” she said nervously, beginning to clench her butt-cheeks.
The professor chuckled, delighted. “Sorry, Amazing Woman. You’ve just been the victim of another one of Professor’s pranks!”
“What (BURRF!) Are you (URRP!) Talking about (BBURRP!)?” she demanded. Her stomach was bubbling audibly, and the pressure at both ends was becoming intolerable. She knew she’d have to cut loose sometime soon.
“Those ‘super-bicarbonates’ you just snarfed down like a greedy pig were, in actuality, none other than my patented Fart-Fizzers!”
She stared in horror, refusing to believe it, even as she felt her entire stomach beginning to inflate with wretched gas. “’Fart (URP!) Fizzers?!’” In moments she became so angry that she literally saw red. Forgetting all about her predicament, the onlookers, and the members of the press who’s gathered, she advanced on him as fast as she could with her cheeks clenched so tight they shook. “You (Belch!) little bastard! You (Blurp!) shit! I’m gonna…”
BBBBRRRRAAAAPPP! The Amazon Princesses’ first fart emerged like a machine gun. She gasped, feeling her butt-cheeks vibrating in her white hot-pants. Gasping, her lips contracting into a small, surprised ‘o’. Her cheeks coloring bright red, she forced herself to stand ram-rod straight, trembling, every ounce of will focused on restraining her gas. Sweat beaded down her face and she looked out at the audience, her face frozen in a grimace to total concentration, locked in mortal combat with the forces of her own body.
But not even her super-human might was a match for the bubbling pressure inside her. In a last ditch effort to throw people off, she plastered a weak smile to her face moments before she involuntarily farted once more. PPPRRRaaaaaPPPPBBBBBllllllbbbbbppppttth! A roaring, bubbling, greasy sound erupted from inside her, causing her ass to jiggle visibly in her well-packed short shorts. A stench like a room full of rotting pumpkins descended over the area like a shroud, forcing the laughing audience to pinch their noses shut and fan their faces. Even the media people were laughing, the camera men struggling to hold their shoulder cams steady.
Relief! Even as her massive stinker was rumbling out of her, she could envision herself deflating like a beach ball. Setting aside her embarrassment, she turned from the laughing crowd toward the grinning professor and allowed herself a cold smile. “Pretty (BURP!) funny, ‘Professor’,” she said, winding up to deliver a right hook to the little jerk’s smug face. “I’m sure it’ll (URP!)be a pleasant memory for you (BERP!) to hold onto when you wake up in the prison infirmary! (EERRP!)”
A painful cramp ripped into her, causing Amazing Woman to double over. A loud burbling, like a water cooler emerged from inside her, and the audience took a collective step back. Her eyes bulging, she shot the professor a pleading look as she felt her belly inflating once more, even faster than the first time. She had another vision, this time of the beach ball deflating in reverse, sucking in air, becoming rounder and rounder, it’s seams quickly reaching the breaking point, unable to hold anymore. And then, finally, when it was just on the verge of popping…
TTTRRRAAAPPPBBBPPTH! “UUHHHH!” The anguished Super-heroine emitted an anguished groan as she cut the cheese once more, a sound like a dump truck struggling to start emerging from her tightly sculpted butt. The audience groaned and laughed in uproariously, the TV crews zooming in on Deena’s horrified expression.
“WHEW-WEE!” The professor exclaimed loudly, fanning the air theatrically, “sounds to me like it’s you who might benefit from a trip to the infirmary, young lady!”
BBLART! Amazing Woman responded by tooting out a cute (but still loud) little gasser. “How (BBLUEP!) do I (EERP!) make it—“ FFFOOOORRRT! She nearly blew a hole in the seat of her hot-pants—“Stop!”
“Oh,” said Professor Prank with the well-rehearsed conspiratorial smile of a born vaudevillian, “You want it to stop, do you Amazing Woman?”
BRUMPH! “Yes! (BURP!)” ROOOOOOPPAART! “Plea---UURRRP!” She clamped her hands over her mouth. ARROOOORT! Farting like a water buffalo, the beautiful Amazon Princess blushed and instinctively brought her hands to her ass . “BBBBUUURRRPP!”
Now belching and farting uncontrollably, Amazing Woman stepped in place and emitted a helpless squeal, like a little girl frightened of a mouse. POOOAAARRRFFFAAOP! “Please professor (Blurp!) please—“ PPFFRRAAPP! “Help me!”
“Are you sure you want help, young lady?”
PPPHHHOORRT! “YES! (UUUURRRP!)”
“Well, alright,” he said simply. At the end of the table sat a little wooden box. Taking it, Professor Prank presented it to Amazing Woman and flipped it open. Inside, two tiny pink pills rested on a bed of velvet. “All you have to do is take these two little pills..” he said, grinning mischievously.
She hesitated, farting nervously and remembering what happened the last time she tried one of the little creep’s cures. It could be another trick; but what, she pondered with a thoughtful belch, could be worse than what he’d already done to her?
“Am I to understand you don’t want my help Amazing Woman?” he asked, slowly closing the lid.
“Nononono!” She reached out in a flash and grabbed the pills. Passing gas with a decisive rumble, The Amazon Princess tossed them in her mouth and had them swallowed before the sulfury stench of her latest fart descended on the area. “How long (EERP! does it take –“ BROOOMMAARRROP “these super-bicarbonates to work anyway?”
Professor Prank gave a warm chuckle. “Don’t be dense my dear; there’s no such thing as ‘super-bicarbonate.’ Wouldn’t work anyway. There’s only one way to remove my ultra-carbonation formula from the body,” he said with a evil grin.
“So, what did I just—“ She began before cutting herself off with a meaty fart.
“Mega-lax,” he said, smiling as Amazing Woman felt the first cramped contractions in her bowels.
“WHAT!?” she shrieked, doubling over as the cramps began gnawing at her.
“Not to worry my dear,” he ensured her, “those little beauties will clean that nasty Belch-zer and fart fizzers out of there lickity split… along with anything else you’ve eaten in the past six weeks.”
The crowd burst out laughing, and Amazing woman could only stand by, farting and fuming, as the urge to poop began building inside her.
She fixed Professor Prank with a hateful glare. “You evil little shit! (BBUURRPP!) You cocksucker!” BBRRUUMMMBBPPPTHHH! “I oughtta—“ but before she could finish her threat, the mega-lax began really kicking in. She clamped her butt-cheeks together as tight as they’d go, reaching back and pressing her hand against her butt crack for good measure, groaning.
“Seems to me what you ‘ought’ to do, my dear,” the professor began with a mild chuckle, pointing a few yards down the path, “is make your way over to yonder porta-potty before you make a mess of those nice white shorts!” He turned from her and began gathering his things, so confident that her desperation was reaching critical mass that he even turned his back on her.
For a moment, Amazing Woman actually thought about going after him and damn the consequences.
But an obnoxious, boisterous fart can quacking out of her ass, and she knew if she didn’t manage to get to the toilet soon, she’d be dumping a major load into her tight white booty-shorts.
And with that, Amazing Woman, world famous do-gooder and moral standard bearer, took off hobbling for the porta-potty as quickly as her clenched ass-cheeks would allow. She was no longer belching, but the farts had doubled; her ass was erupting loud stinky farts with every step she took, ranting the entire time, the crowd emitting peels of wild laughter.
“You total jerk!” RRRAAAPPPRRRTTAAPP! “You Evil little shit!” OOOOPPRRAARRTTT! “I’ll get you! I’ll get you if it’s the last thing I ever—“ FRRAAAUUUAAARRP! “Oh god!”
She crammed her palm against her cheeks tightly and re-doubled her efforts, reaching the porta-potty with seconds to spare. With loud, wet farts honking out of her at a near continuous rate, Amazing Woman dropped her booty shorts, turned, and slammed her world-class booty onto the hard plastic seat just moments before the final spasm hit and she exploded…
*****
Outside the small green cubical, the crowd watched the beautiful super-heroine disappear inside with a fart and slam the door behind her. A few moments of silence followed. Then:
“HHHHUUUUUUUGGGGHHH!” a loud cry from within, followed by an unearthly farting/splattering sound (BBBBRRRRRRAAAPPPPPBBBTH!) followed by the sound of a bucket of mud being poured into the bowl. “UH! RRRRRRGGG!” TTTHHHAAAPPPBBBTH! Another rip-roaring fart, another mudslide into the bowl.
From his wagon, Professor Prank smiled. “One more thing before I leave my dear…”
“HHuuuuuhhh….?” She moaned from within. Another fart (BBBUUURRRRLLLBBBTTPPHH!) preceded another nasty, diarrheic explosion.
“Say cheese!” the professor said with a giggle, taking a small remote from his waistcoat and pressing the large, red button on its face.
Inside the porta-potty, pants around her ankles, enduring round after round of massively flatulent diarrhea, Amazing Woman jumped a bit as a loud mechanical whirring noise emerged from all around her. The walls wobbled and vibrated, and there were a series of snapping noises from all around her. “Oh God!” She sobbed, farting more diarrhea into the bowl below her, “what now?!!”
All at once the walls of the porta-potty fell open, revealing the now thoroughly humiliated Amazing Woman perched on the potty, to the gawking crowd, and to all the viewers at home.
Once more, her jaw dropped and her lips formed into a tight red ‘o’ as she sat revealed to the entire world.
FFFRRRAPPP! “UH-HUH!” she grunted, maintain eye contact with the audience as another sloppy movement came gushing out of her and plopping into the bowl below. “Oh GOD!” PPPBBBLLAAPPBBTT! “Please don’t look at me!”
But she knew it was too late; the damage had been done, and nobody would ever forget this incident, least of all her. Could it get any worse?
“Look!” someone in the audience cried out, pointing at the with booty shorts hanging between her ankles, “Amazing Woman’s got skid marks!”
She looked down, cheeks blazing; sure enough, staring back at her from the inside of her shorts, a long brown stain ran up nearly the entire center of the seat of her panties. The camera men made sure to zoom in on this one final detail to make her public embarrassment complete.
And, with another messy dump farting out of the defeated super-heroine, Professor Prank climbed abroad his wagon and trotted away at a brisk pace, making a mental note to watch the remainder of Amazing Woman’s ordeal on the evening news.
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