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Ying's Longest (Recorded) Fart

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People of Earth and Space!

I come to you with a BIG upload. So big that :iconleshawk: knew that it needed an illustration! I don't know how many of you know, but by some chance from either talking with me through notes or in a chat, you may have heard me mention Ying's longest fart (So far). Well, so a little short story, I decided to write the event to share with all of you!

I hope you came prepared because...

It will be a gas :iconcsiplz:

Enjoy!:D


Story:

BRrrrmmpppppt! Prprptt!

"Ugh... Come on...!" Ying sighed in dissatisfaction as she forced out two more fairly average farts. She laid upon the couch in the family room of her home, rubbing her bloated bubbling midsection as it churned with enough gas to fill a tank. She had been like this, rolling over from one side to the other with her hands clutching her stomach which wanted the foul gasses out just as badly as she did.

Aiyako sat upon the couch as well, though on the other end of it. She enjoyed switching between a movie and a food channel as the commercials alternated. She casually watched the flat screen as she half ignored the repeating flatulence from Ying. She was their to comfort Ying, she said. But really, she was little more than moral support as she knew that Ying brought this gassious ordeal on herself and that there was nothing she could do but sit next to her as it passed.

"Does your stomach hurt?" Aiyako lazily asked.

"Mmm... no! I'm just bloated..." Ying groaned as she turned onto her side again and grunted.

Frrrpt!

"Oh come on!" Ying complained.

Aiyako giggled at Ying's frustration. "Getting mad at your butt isn't going to make it work."

"Ohhh, why is this happening!?" Ying through her fist against a couch cushion. "I can't fart for crap!"

"Seems like you can fart just fine. I've counted at least 20 farts so far." Aiyako said supportively, though she secretly did it to tease her daughter even more.

"But they're all tiny!" Ying sighed heavily as she lifted her shirt over her belly and continued to rub it.

"Oh they aren't all that small. I know I felt some through the couch!" Aiyako already had her legs up on the couch, but she bent them slightly to bring her knees to her stomach. The sound of a male duck mating call came from erupted from her bottom as she squinted  an eye.

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVPPPPPTPPTTTTTPTPTPT!!

The couch frame shook as her fart sent a shock wave through its cushions for eight seconds. The deep yet comical fart resounded clearly through the room, able to be heard from the upper floor of the house. Aiyako let out a dramatic sigh to make it appear that it was a great relief. But in reality, that she would keep from Ying to not demoralize her even more. The fart was but a fraction of the gas she had ready to go in her bowels. 

"Moooooooooom...!" Ying whined as she fanned away the smell of rancid beef and coleslaw. She bent her knees and aimed her own bubbly butt at her mother to get her back. Only to return a short volley of unsubstantial farts.

Aiyako felt it was about time she helped out her gassy munchkin with her blockage. She could see it in Ying's eyes that she was on the verge of giving up and that's something she never does. Aiyako adjusted herself on the couch so she was facing her daughter on her hands and knees. She smiled down at Ying as a questionable growl from Ying's belly responded to her actions before Ying asked what she had planned.

"Come on Honey. I guess I'll help you out, hehe."

Ying rolled her eyes. "You 'guess'..."

Aiyako sat upright and folded her arms under her burgeoning chest. "Well you did bring this upon yourself! You have nothing to blame."

"It was your friend's cooking..." Ying mumbled to point her irritation at something. 

The gas which was built and was dammed inside Ying was from the leftovers Aiyako had brought home from a friend's party the previous day. Aiyako had brought home enough plates of chicken, spaghetti, crab filled ravioli meatballs, burgers, and tuna salad to feed a family for a couple days. Less than 24 hours later, it was all gone. A majority of it into Ying's stomach. The only thing that probably kept Ying from eating every last morsel was Aiyako pigging out on the food for breakfast as well. Normally she would control herself. But she knew her daughter. Sure she could eat like no tomorrow, but give her a wide variety of food in to short of a period... and then we have the current situation.

"Oh be quiet." Aiyako dismissed Ying's claim and gave her the roll over hand signal. Ying turned over onto her belly. The perfect spheres of her basketball short encased ass was now aimed at Aiyako. "Alright, now move over to the arm of the couch."

Ying did as her mother said and pulled herself towards the arm of the couch until her chest rested upon it. Aiyako hopped off the couch and walked around to the arm Ying laid. Aiyako retrieved her phone from the caverns of her cleavage and opened a stopwatch app. Just a hunch told her to do it. She placed her phone on the coffee table as she knelled down in front of Ying.

"Give me your hands." Aiyako said as she offered hers.

"This isn't comfortable mom." Ying complained.

"Give me your hands!" Aiyako whined while shaking her open palms.

Ying groaned and reached for her mother's hands in front of her. Practically sprawled out on the couch with her head and arms stretched over the arm of the couch. With a light yank, Aiyako pulled Ying towards her. Just enough that Ying's breasts bounced freely in her shirt and the lower part of her rib cage rested on the arm rest.

RrrrrruuuuuuuuUGGGGLGLGLLlblbllbllllrrrle...! Ying's stomach complained at the new pressure above her abdomen. Ying grunted out several more petite farts right after. The difference was nonexistent. 

"Why did you take your phone out?" Ying asked with a glance.

"Don't worry about it." Aiyako quickly replied. "I'm going to pull you over the arm of the couch. When you feel the gas moving, push. Okay?"

"You're going to just yank me off the couch!?" Ying assumed from the somewhat rough tug from a moment ago.

"I'm going to go slow hun." Aiyako gave Ying a smile of reassurance. "Are you ready?"

"I guess. I just want to feel better already."

With that answer, Aiyako began to pull Ying over the arm rest. She pulled slowly as she said. She noticed Ying's cheeks turning a soft red and grinned at it. Ying immediately bowed and aimed to tuck her face by her arm to hide it. She reminded Aiyako of a puppy trying to feebly wipe its face with its paws. It was adorable, but she didn't speak of it.

It luckily didn't take long for Ying's stomach to begin bubbling like boiling water. Ying's eyes widened as she felt a large mass of bubbles surge through her bowels like they were being forced through a wind tunnel.

"Hehe, do you feel it coming?" Aiyako asked. But her ton told Ying that it was a sound her mother was well familiar with.

"Coming?" Ying said as she shut one eye. Two short but bold farts shot from Ying's bottom like warning shots. Ying's stomach roared immediately after like a water drain coming unclogged. "Mom... its already here!" She strained just as she felt the bulk of her flowing gas reach her rectum.

"Start timer." Said Aiyako half a second before the flatus began.

Bbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

It began in the typical Ying-like fashion. Deep and bassy. But unlike Ying's typical farts of roaring power, it came out rather softly as it rumbled through her jeans. seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. The seconds went by as Ying's butt cheeks vibrated from the gas. And as the number of seconds went up, Aiyako's excitement followed. Shown by the grin which grew wider and wider.

"Wait, what timer?" Ying suddenly asked once she registered her mother's words over the feeling of relief she was beginning to feel. 

"Don't say anything!" Aiyako replied with earnest. She didn't want Ying to get distracted and cut the cheese short. "I'm timing it."

"But wh...?

"Shhsssh!"

The fart became a little shaky as it raised and dipped in pitch through their short talk. But to Aiyako's surprise, Ying was skilled enough to keep her gas gates open even while talking. As if farting was as easy as breathing to her. Needless to say, Aiyako was honestly impressed if not proud of Ying's farting... ability. What she wasn't very impressed about was the smell which had consumed most of the room by the time the single ongoing fart reached 22 seconds. It was the usual boiled cabbage and meaty stench that most of Ying's gas consisted of. But it also carried a little punch as the smell of the spices from the left over's she ate tickled their noses.

-uuuuuuuuuubbbbbbbbbbubuuuuuuuuuuuuuububuuububbbbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrbbbrbbbrrrr-

The fart continued on at a relatively constant pitch. Which Ying still stayed pretty calm about as if it were normal. She tried to look over at her mother's phone on the coffee table but her arm blocked her view. She looked up to her mother in question and she looked at her phone to check. Her face lit up even brighter than a moment ago.

"Holy cow! Its going past 30 seconds!" Aiyako couldn't help laughing a bit at the fact. It wasn't unreal or on heard of by Ying or herself even. But just seeing the time go by while a fart gave the energizer bunny a run for its money, was something else. 

As the fart closed in on 40 seconds, Ying felt like the steam train of gas was nearing its end. The tone began to rise again, only this time it did as it grew weaker and weaker with no sign of rising again. Aiyako's grin began to fade as she too was beginning to expect the fart was coming to an end. Sure it was an impressive fart to keep track of, but she was hoping it would've gone a bit longer. After all, she was sure Ying was capable of it.

"Uuunn... Mom, I'm still bloated." Ying groaned as she still felt the pressure in her stomach. The fart, still went on with the last of the current bundle of gas there was in her lower bowels.

Aiyako's eyes widened. Yes she was surprised! She thought it was the end of the game, but it was just going into overtime. "You do!?" Before Ying could even respond, Aiyako pulled on her daughter's arms again and pulled Ying further over the arm of the couch. The whole of Ying's abdomen was on the arm and her bottom jutted up in the air. She was practically teetering on the couch.

GRGOROOGGUGUUUUGGGGBBLBLLGGGBBOOGOGGUUOOBLBLE!!

"Oughh, there it is..." Ying moaned as her stomach growled like a lion king. Aiyako could feel the vibrations of the gas rumble through Ying's body and through her arms. The thought of thanking herself for choosing not to stay behind Ying crossed her mind.

-rrrrrrrrrrsssssssssssssssssssssCRAKKBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMBMBBBBBBBBBMBMMBMMBMBMBMBMBMBBMMMMMPPPPPPPP-

Just as the fart turned from a high whistle and into a soft hiss on the verge of ending, it morphed into a violent explosion of fresh gas which thundered through her plump butt cheeks. Like a tuba being blown by a man with the lung capacity of a whale. The fart grew into a monster of powerful flatulence that seemed to cause the entire room to shudder. Aiyako knew she could feel the vibrations through the floor, thing that was almost crazy to her was that Ying's butt was pointed at the ceiling! The stench that was then erupting from Ying's anus just about doubled, basically to the point that week old garbage may have smelled better. Not to mention the rise in air temperature around Ying and the immediate area. Other than a nose plug, ear protection may be recommended if anyone was to experience this point of the fart.

"Ohhh yeeeeeeeeeees!" Ying exclaimed as she felt her stomach literally deflate as her cheek flapping ripper went on.

And on, and on.

Still keeping its brass section levels of tone, the fart roared on while Aiyako's phone counted past one minute. One minute of constant flatulence. one minute four, one minute five. Aiyako watched the time continue going up thinking once it reached a minute and ten that for the last thirty seconds, Ying's but has been roaring with the room trembling gas that it was expelling right then.

Just as the time reached twelve seconds over a minute, Ying squinted an eye and showed a strained expression on her face. Her fart peaked out with a loud and resounding boom! And followed with quickly lowing in volume and pitch until it finally ended.

-RRUUUUUUBUBUBBMBBBBOOOOMMMMOORORrOororrorooopptt!

"Stop clock!" Shouted Aiyako the moment Ying's butt finally fell silent.

Ying dropped her head. Through skillful breathing, she was able to keep her breath steady up until the end where she rudely forced the last bit of her gas out in one last bang. But after a quick deep breath of what was just about only air tainted gas, she raised her head with a grin even more wide than her mother's.

"How long was it-AH!" Ying asked her mother just before being let go to fall but over head onto the floor.

Aiyako, Ying's only support on the couch, left her to pick up her phone and jump into the air. "YING! YING! It was one minute... twelve seconds... and 78 milliseconds!"

"Damn it mom! Why did you drop me!?" Ying complained as she rolled up and rubbed her head. Aiyako stuck her phone into her face to show her the time, nearly hitting her again with the lit screened device. Once she saw the 1:12:78 for herself, she couldn't help smiling again.

"That's awesome Ying!" Aiyako reached down and wrapped her arms around Ying's waist to lift her off the the ground with a great hug. Ying found it a little odd that her mother would be so proud of her for simply farting. But it was her mom, and to her, she's a weird mom.

Pppprpt!

The magically stinky moment was cut short by Ying's backside as another fart fluttered out from it. Aiyako pulled away from Ying and looked at her with disbelief.

"You still have gas!?"

Ying giggled. "Yeah a little bit. And I could go for more food."
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We should so make a Ying bloated fart RP 👍