The Hotbox 01

THE HOTBOX

By: SellCon2762

I do not remember how long it has been since I got out of my coma, one that had lasted for an unspecified amount of time. In had been some time I would wager, at least a few days since that fateful day, the day which will never be forgotten in my consciences. I had decided to be a good guy one Friday afternoon, a citizen in need to the hottest girl in my school. I thought I had hit the lottery when she made the request, but little did I know what had been brewing within her stomachs. On the hottest day of the year and in the worst traffic one can imagine from the concrete jungle of Los Angeles I embarked on a fateful journey that will forever change my mind on how I see things. And it wasn’t only that, my mind was still scrambling even three days after I had come out from my coma. There is no thinking straight at the moment, it’s still wondering back and forth between events and people and places, I even think to myself how I can have let something like this happen. Was it worth it? Probably, um….maybe, hard to tell, what would you do if you had a few days off from school and work, could you survive? I will never again judge a book by its cover as easily as I did there and never underestimate how the choice of one’s diet can have disastrous effects. I can still smell it; I can still taste it and in my mind I can still imagine the insane putridness of it. Nothing will make me forget the time I took Becky Firestone home.

It’s been hard to argue though if she was worth it, because Becky is an absolute goddess. She’s gorgeous; she’s intelligent, athletic and insanely rich. Her family was home to an enormous fortune and she was worth over $5 million by herself, easily able to pay for her classes at UCLA, if it weren’t for her volleyball scholarship that is. Being 6’2 in height has its advantages and with Becky it’s given her the best size to be a killer volleyball player, one of the best not only in the school but in the entire Pac-12 conference and she was only a freshman too at that with three more years to develop even more. Already in the first few months for her at school she’s gained the attention of plenty of people on campus, her looks always have people turning heads and her skills elsewhere have attracted other minds. She’s working on sports medicine with an emphasis on dietary and biologically systems, working to help create better diets and better processes for all involved in sports and exercise at any grade level. However, being a freshman she’s still stuck taking some lower level classes outside of her department so gain the appropriate credits to graduate. Her active work schedule consists of her taking classes, studying, practicing, and weight lifting, eating and resting with some time each day left over for some of her friends in her fancy apartment in Westwood. However like many of us she still desired to go home on some weekends to her family down in Laguna Beach and this is where I came into the picture that fateful afternoon.

Now I was about as average and ordinary of a person as they come or something like that anyway. I was currently drifting through a variety of options for my final major in college as I was already in my second year. Most of my friends had already laid out plans for where they wanted to go career-wise but I was still on the fence. At the moment however I was dabbling in English with an emphasis on writing, not a well-paying career I grant you, but one of my many hobbies, writing stories of all sorts. I came from a well-to-do family myself down in Orange County in the community of San Juan Capistrano and sometimes made the home for the weekends myself. When I wasn’t writing I was usually hanging out with my own college friends in their dorm rooms playing all video games such as Madden and Grand Theft Auto. We’d hangout out around the area on weekends and party on some other nights while taking in the sights and sounds of Southern California on warm weekend evenings. It was certainly more exciting than living back in my suburban home in the O.C. While I wasn’t one to hook up with girls on a regular basis, with a couple of bad calls in the past keeping me away until I found someone right, I wasn’t actively looking around either. Still, I couldn’t take my eyes all that blond beauty as she sat in the back of the lecture hall each Monday, Wednesday and Friday in our English Lit class. Even with a girl like her she was still willing to attend classes, even if she had no other reason to be there and more than enough money to stay away from her. She was already rich and getting a full ride to school to boot, but perhaps that said something about the girl in that she went to class on a regular basis.

We had caught glimpses of each other every so often but nothing too obvious or enough to show that I was just another guy attracted to her beautiful features. We were walking out of class that Friday afternoon after 2:30 when she finished up having a passionate conversation on the other end of her cell phone. I was watching a little bit as she shouted something back about being a little displeased. For all intents and purposes there was no reason I should have known what that was, but that’s when she caught me walking further down the hallway as she ended her call. I walked a little bit more when I heard her giggly girlish voice, sounding more high-schoolish than collegiate but still cute regardless.

“Hey Mike!” She asked as I finally turned my head back to see her walking up. I was unaware of just how much taller she was than me. Actually it wasn’t by much, I was 5’9 so the height difference was minor, my eyes were at the same level as her neck and as she walked up I did my very best to prevent any indication that I was looking at her D cup breasts, constrained within some sort of sports bra that probably cost a fortune, holding in such precious mammaries while moving about playing volleyball had to require something special after all. Luckily I had passed the pervert test and kept my eye contact on her blue eyes, gorgeously shining with one of the hallway’s lights sparklingly in one of them. I asked her what was up.

“You live down in Orange County, don’t ya?” She asked as I thought about why she was asking me of all people. Plenty of people lived down there, why did she come to me. It was probably luck more than anything else, how the hell she knew my name was beyond me as well.

“Sure. San Juan Capistrano.”

“Cool. I have a favor to ask of you. Are you going home this weekend?” She asked, I have to repeat, the hottest girl in that building and probably among the in a 20-mile radius or so, asked me.

“Um….um….yeah, I guess I am. I probably wasn’t going to leave until tonight though.”
“Is there any chance…um I know this is weird, but could I get a ride from you down to Laguna Beach?” She asked as I shook my head quickly, not to say no but to shake my own mind to ask myself if this was really taking place.

“Laguna Beach?”

“Yeah, that’s not far from San Juan Capistrano.”

“No, probably only 20 minutes away….but why me?”

“It’s a last minute thing I’m afraid, my friends are all staying in town and I have to go home for my brother’s thing tomorrow…and my car’s in the shop. It was supposed to be back here yesterday but they said that it was going to be another few days before it’s done.”

“Car’s in the shop? What for?”

“Interior work…all new fabric, coverings, everything…after what happened three weeks ago they had to completely gut the entire inside of that vehicle.”

“All of it? What happened?”

“You don’t want to know…but would be able to take me home?” She asked as I looked over to the side for a moment before thinking of the obvious answer. She was being nice and looking nice and the car ride home would be much better with some company rather than just me. I looked back at her head and told her I accepted.

“Cool! Cool! I’ll give you some gas….er money for the ride home. Thank you so much!” She said as she took her arms and quickly hugged me, lifting me off the ground by an inch for a moment as my head was pushed rather generously into the cleavage between her breasts, giving me an ill-conceived hardon that she thankfully wasn’t noticing. After ending her one-second long embrace she brought me back down to the ground and told me to wait for her in the middle of campus outside of Pauley Pavilion around 4:15. With a feeling of anticipation I walked on out of the hallway made my way to my dorm where I gave the impossible news to my friends that I was taking one Miss Becky Firestone home. They didn’t believe me of course but that hardly mattered much as I walked toward the parking structure where I kept my car and went in to clean up everything as best as I could.

I drove my four-door economy sized car to the nearest car wash and cleaned up my pride and joy the best I could to prepare it for housing the hottest girl in the world. It was there where I noticed something rather unfortunate. As the car wash attendant tried to ask me what I wanted for my car wash I found out my power windows weren’t working. Luckily I was able to open up my door and tell him my information but I discovered that there was no use in fixing the wiring for the windows; they would have to stay shut until I made it to a mechanic’s shop sometime over the weekend. Then again, it was nearly 100 degrees out on a bright sunny day and as long as my air conditioner was on then it wasn’t much of a problem.
I waited for nearly 15 minutes outside the center as I soon noticed that the curb next to my car was painted red and my heart started to patter as I did not want to incur any parking fines. Sure enough, someone working for parking services there at the university started walking by ready to issue me a citation for my parking and it’s not like I wanted to deal with them, but my luck suddenly changed as I saw her walk down the sidewalk and approach the man. God she was gorgeous when I saw here there, dressed in her volleyball uniform from a short workout and a few drills, she was absolutely stunning but more importantly she was quick to talk to the parking official. The height difference between the two was even more radical than between her and me and after a few short words, from what I could gather anyway, the guy turned around and made it on his merry way in the opposite direction. She looked back at my car and smile as she walked over to the passenger seat and opened up and for a brief second I was given a view of a world-class butt.

Becky, despite being only a freshman and a mere rookie when it came to playing the sport of volleyball, had long ago blossomed into one of the hottest girls on campus.  As a tall blond standing 6’2, she attracted attention wherever she went.  Her breasts were solid D cups, not the biggest breasts in the world, but they were firm and nicely shaped and more importantly they weren’t fake, I could tell as I saw them heave up and down with her breathing while inside the car, you tend to get an eye for fake breasts when you live out here. Even with the money available I assumed the thing stopping her from getting larger breasts would be having them fly in her face when she played volleyball. She wore a relatively tight blue and white volleyball mesh uniform which clung to her 34-inch bust pretty closely. I could see the space between the chests stretch a little bit of the fabric of the uniform and the short sleeves hung over about half of her bicep muscles on both of her arms. Her muscles were decently proportioned too, nothing like what you’d see on Muscle Beach but certainly enough to give someone a beating if you had to, her body was built for the constant movement of a volleyball player on the court. Her triceps likely were well formed and rounded out her hands with clean pale flesh topped with fingertips painted blue and gold in an alternating pattern. Her face was amazing too, well-kept with a touch of makeup on it, though not much since she had just come back from a workout, you could smell the sweat on her body from her exercise but I didn’t pay any heed to that. She had long blond hair that flowed down past her shoulders with two sections of her golden locks ending near the cusp of her breasts.

Then there was the spot below her stomach and that’s where she really shined. She had an athlete's legs, long and lean, but with powerful thighs from her years of playing volleyball. She wore a pair of navy blue spandex shorts and they were about as tight and snug on her bottom as nothing I’d ever seen before. I thought she had a nice ass, I didn’t realize she was blessed with an amazing ass. She could cup each cheek with one of her hands and still have butt flesh to cover for each of her buttocks. Standing up straight I noticed her butt stood out about six inches from her back, just enough to balance a small object on them if you wanted too. They here muscular, they were taunt and they were her’s, a beautiful testament to the feminine body and part of the greatest creation God ever put forth on this Earth, at least I thought she was. Below her ass were two long, really long legs, pale flesh that contained thick thighs, thick enough that I couldn’t cup both my hands around them to reach their full circumference. They were volleyball trained legs to say the least and below her knees with a set of calves that were equally impressive. Finally this led to her two Size 14 black tennis shoes with her feet encased in two white socks that stretched up halfway up her calve. She entered my car and quickly adjusted the seat a little bit backwards to fit her large frame within it, I looked down at her and ogled for a moment before taking my eyes back to the small service drive in front of me. Closing the door she smiled for a minute as she finally looked at me and apologized for the parking guy’s behavior.

“Yeah, they’re so anal about that sort of thing…like there’s going to be a fire there in the next few minutes. Oh well, no worries, thanks again for all of this, you have no idea how much I’m grateful for what you are doing for me. I won’t forget it.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes. Well it’s 4:35 I say we better head out, I told my parents it will probably be after 6 or 7 before I get home, they’re okay with it.”

“Yeah, I had to tell mine I would be in a little early; I don’t normally hit the freeways until after 7 as it is.”

“Probably not a bad idea, but they insisted on me getting home as soon as possible. Sorry about that, I’ll pay you well for this I promise.” She said as I drove my car and out of the UCLA campus through Westwood toward the skyscrapers surrounding the area along Wilshire Boulevard. A right on the boulevard and another turn onto the freeway soon after and then it was time to embrace the horror of the Friday evening rush hour in Los Angeles.

In the few minutes it took to get to the freeway Becky had asked if she could go ahead and text on her phone and listen to a little music, I was more than okay with this. Although there was no reason whatsoever she had for asking me this, I mean friends text in other friend’s cars all the time, it was the fact that she was being courteous that grabbed my attention. All the while I had to deal with the absolute idiots riding down Wilshire as I got ready for the loop turn onto the dreaded 405 freeway. However having Becky along gave me one additional advantage, being able to ride in the HOV lanes along the freeway.

“The fuck….come’on asshole!” I yell as I make the necessary swears to demonstrate my frustration when I hope onto the freeway with all of humanity coming down at me. This is typical life in general though and the influx of vehicles just makes things more interesting. There are a lot of drivers, more than in most places in this country though I imagine many eastern nations have it much worse. After some maneuvering and forced traffic moves I finally make it into the far left lane as I notice the traffic flowing rather well as I head south on the 405. So far things were going my way.

With the A/C on Becky had little to bring up about the windows being all the way up and I saw that she was still on her phone as we approached the 10 freeway. Despite the fact that I was looking at a roughly two hour long commute, even in the HOV lane (which still had plenty of cars riding in it,) I had plenty of time to work on planning out my own stories a mental space to think about writing my next piece. In the meantime, the cars to the right of me were moving as quick as possible before arriving at the inevitable point in which they would have to stop. There was nothing anyone could do to stop it, still I was moving along at 50 miles per hour, imagining a fantasy world in which I would make it home in just over an hour or so, speeding down the freeway with the hottest girl riding along. Her long legs were pushed up against my glove department as her beautiful ass sat down on that seat, probably the most blessed part of my vehicle at the time. Still I bided my time before speaking up, I wanted to give her some privacy and not just talk up idle chitchat. I slowly glance over at her sleek legs as I take another glace at her, my fifth one that minute, I’m a guy after all, and thinking about all the things those beautiful legs could….

“Look out!” She suddenly screams as I look forward and see the red tail lights in front of me. Quickly applying my brakes but in a calm fashion I quickly decelerate as I find the HOV lane become as jammed up as the other lanes. I look up at the green signs overhead and see that I am now at the gore point for the 10 freeway. I sigh to myself as I realize that once again, for the millionth time or so, I find myself in a traffic jam on the 405 heading south on a Friday evening, who da thunk it?

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I was prepared for traffic.”

“Right. I would bet that you are used to people driving you around.”

“What, like a chauffeur?”

“Yes.”

“Nope, I prefer driving around, much more freedom, to do whatever you want when you want and without having to please the person driving you around. Not that you have been bad at all, your driving is good and all.”

“Thanks. So you played a game this afternoon?” I asked pointing to her sweaty uniform. With the A/C on I was wondering if she was going to want it off for a few minutes to not freeze up with the wet sweat against her body.

“Oh no, just practice and a little weightlifting. Sorry about the sweaty smell, I should have showered beforehand.”

“Oh nonsense, my roommate goes to the gym too, I’m used to him coming in after a workout all drenched in sweat. He likes to buff up even though I don’t see him playing any sports; I mean at least you have an excuse. So what was your exercise today like?”

“Nothing big, just a little work on my legs and my glutes.” She said with a short giggle as I thought about her using that word “glute,” it meant that there had to be some sort of workout on her ass, amazing.

“Well, I can basically do pushups and pullups and sit-ups and that’s about it for me….not much of a fitness guy as you can tell.”

“That’s good….too many of them are jerks in my opinion as it were. I prefer a little more humility among my boys anyway, guys who aren’t afraid to recognize that they’re inferior to me or to those around them….well not in that way, I just like them humble and all.”

“Interesting, so….” I thought as I decided to pop the question, seeing as I had only moved about 20 feet in the past minute or so, “….is your current guy humble?”

“Current guy? Shit no. There is no current guy right now, at times there is someone, but I do too much as it is to invest in a relationship and those who do want it usually want it for some other reason.”

“Money?”

“Yep, that and my body….I mean, I know how everyone looks at me, I am attractive I’ll give them that, but there’s more to me than money and good looks, there’s a stereotype there I have to block down all the time. That’s why I bother not dealing with that shit, at least not yet, with volleyball and school I have a full plate and as long as I’m satisfied with that then I don’t have to worry about guys.”

“Interesting that you’re telling me this, you’ve never talked to me before today and now you share your life story.”

“We got the time and I am seeing that you are an okay person yourself. You don’t take yourself too seriously and despite your constant glances you haven’t come with some stupid pick up line already. You don’t play some obnoxious music out loud or give some fancy story about some shit you did last night that is probably not even true. I prefer quiet more often than not.”

“It’s the quiet ones who have to watch.”

“You have no idea.” She said as she snickered for a minute as I looked back at the red van in front of me, listing a series of phone numbers and website for some cleaning service, at least they probably were getting off the freeway in a few miles, we had a ways to go. We were moving, but every slowly and at a pace no better than anyone else. Whoever said the HOV lanes made driving the 405 better clearly was blowing it out of their ass…but they weren’t the only ones.

But I didn’t spend over a few days in a coma for nothing, there had to be a beginning and I could still remember everything down to the location of the inauguration of my troubles. There was an endless sea of cars moving extremely slow in both directions right around the Venice Boulevard exit. The sun was shining brightly on the windows and clearing a glimmering sight unlike that of looking out into the ocean. It was still over 95 degrees outside even here in the basin. As traffic slowly inched up I saw Becky move around some more, something was getting to her as she continued to send a text message to her friend. I thought about our past conversation and thought of more stuff to say as I quickly checked my own phone to see what the traffic looked down. In the corner of my eye I saw her rub her butt a little bit against the seat before seeing her body slowly lower itself in pose against the seat, as if she were relaxing. I looked at a thick red line of traffic down the 405 on my phone’s traffic map that stretched around the southern part of L.A. and into Orange County and sighed to myself as I thought about the long traffic still ahead. Sure I was used to it, but it was always a pain in the ass.

And then I began to smell something. It began as a wave of something I couldn’t explain, but over time, about 30 seconds it morphed itself into a smell that truly could be described as a fart. I had to look around and get a quick look of my bearings as we entered Culver City along the freeway to see if it were anything else around me that had produced the smell. Was there a sewage plant or a chicken truck nearby but nothing suggested anything like that. And knowing that I has certainly not gassy, no way in hell was I going to let out a fart in this girl’s presence it meant that the smell was either something wrong with my car, or it was her. I was now past 40 seconds upon my nose’s first interception of the smell and it was clear now that my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, the silent but eggy gas was slowly expanding like the shockwave from a nuclear bomb around the entire car and the smell was putrefying even worse. I probably can’t even describe fully how pungent this smell was, it was perhaps the deadliest smelling fart I had ever smelled, it was mindboggling awful and yet I sat there like a trooper with my eyes focused on the back of the red van as I inched forward another few feet.

I looked over in Becky’s direction, she was becoming dismayed by the smell as her nose was sniffing up the air and her mouth was getting a little warm from having to breathe in the hot smelling as floating around my car. The air inside the vehicle was still cooled by the A/C but the fart’s smell was ever-present. It smelled like dead animals and shit, mixed together in an air-tight room with an additional of hard-boiled eggs. This smell fermented itself into a detestable amount of gas that was still being realized as we were now a full minute past the beginning of this atrocious smell, the strength and coverage of this silent fart was going to be incredible. I still wanted to avoid any eye contact and at least for this first release of a fart I wanted to avoid any suspicion that I knew it was her that had generated this monster. I mean, there was absolutely no way I could do something like this, maybe after eating a bunch of chili or Mexican food but I had neither for the past few days, I ate cereal for breakfast and had a quick burger and some fries from a joint near campus for lunch, that was it, I couldn’t generate this. Her passenger side window was fogging up as I heard her cough for a moment, gagging a little in a very subtle say so that she hoped I couldn’t hear it. She was probably praying that I was paying no attention to the despicable stench filling up my car but there was a point nearly two minutes after the first noticing of her gas release in which she finally had enough and started to roll down the windows.

“Shit.” I thought to myself as I heard her fingertips push down on the power windows button on her side to have her come to the same conclusion.

“Fuck.” She said as she pushed for another minute or so.

“Is there a problem?”

“Do your windows work….we need some air.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one noticing that, I wonder if it was coming from outside.” I said, trying to play dumb over the fact that I had no idea what that smell was from.

“So what about your windows?” She asked as the smell finally braked off on its own acceleration. I could tell that it was plateauing and the stench level was staying at a certain level, nearly bad enough for me to cough and gag myself and pinch my nose, but not that bad, yet.

“The windows don’t work.” I said with four words that sent a bomb straight to her gut, more figuratively and literally, she couldn’t believe it. Speaking with a little bit of dismay and anxiety in her voice she questioned me about why they don’t work. I told her that they just stopped working today and that I would get them fixed this weekend.

“Besides, the A/C works and it’s hot as hell out there, I didn’t think it would become an issue, whatever the smell is we should get by it shortly and be okay, no problem.” I said trying to shrug off the matter as she looked at me with some deadest eyes as I heard a very faint noise come from what seemed like her stomach.

“Oh it’s a problem….I’m so so so sorry for this.” She said as she shook her head in an apologetic manner.

“Sorry for what?” I asked as I saw her use her two strong arms to prop her body up just a little bit with a small amount of room between her butt and the seat. Her blond hair flowed around a little with her head movement as she tilted her head just a little and did a squint with her eyes and a grunt as I heard it come out of her.

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We both knew where the smell was coming from after this; a loud and bubbly fart roared out of her ass for almost six full seconds and she felt bad about what she was doing. It sounded like a whoopy cushion going off in the most comical kind of way with a wet bubbly sound that was beyond impossible for a girl like her to release, at least that’s what I thought. This wasn’t just a fart; this was a release of sinister-smelling gas unlike any I’ve smelled before. The smell that blasted out from her ass was truly appalling, it was horrid, it reeked very much like rotten eggs and shit. The look on her face was that of relief but also of complete horror, she knew what she was doing now as the window closest to her again started to fog up and I felt the heated gas of her bowel’s activity flow around the car all the while her fart continued to rumble out of her beautiful spandex-covered ass. It started to flow up my nostrils and registered in my brain as the smelliest thing I had ever smelled, or at least on par with what had been released previously, which I was almost completely confident, was what they called the silent but deadly fart. The look on her face solid it to me, she could feel her ass burning from the incredible amounts of gas that had just emerged in this volcanic eruption of gassiness onto my seat. And as much as I hated to admit it, seeing this display of power from a girl so beautiful on my passenger seat was kind of….well it was something at the moment I’ll say.

“Oh shit, oh shit, I’m sorry Mike, I’m sorry, I’m sorry….God am I sorry.” As soon as her fart had finished up and the aftermath of her latest wave of putrid wind began to populate the interior of my car she began apologizing up to wazoo with a repeating message of “I’m sorry” and “Oh shit” for a solid 30 seconds before she began breathing in the toxic aroma and really began to feel bad.

“Oh please forgive me…that one reeked. That was a stinker, dear Christ that was horrid, please forgive me Mike, please forgive me!” She continued rambling as I tried to find the appropriate pause in her statements to interject my own opinion on the matter. I was still trying to comprehend the obnoxious aroma filling up my vehicle. The more the gas flowed around the more I detected an eggy content with it, more than anything else. The rotten eggs for sure but also a sulfuric stench that was flowing through my nostrils with a tangy, spicy kind of authority that alerted my brain that there was something very foul about this air. Finally she calmed down as she fanned the air around her pert behind, flowing nothing but hot gaseous stink around as it merged with the colder A/C driven air to produce an aura that was rather unique, a room-temperature feeling car with the smell of rotten eggs all around.

“It’s….it’s….it’s okay.” I stuttered as I finally said the two words that could reassure her that I wasn’t appalled by the smell.

“Okay? It smells like shit in here, I’m terribly sorry about this.” She said as she ran her fingers through her hair and continued down like that a few times as I saw her tight breasts heave against her tight spandex top with her frantic muttering around, still desperately trying to disperse with foul air.

“I mean…it’s bad, it’s really bad, but I’ll survive.”

“Oh God I know it’s bad. You do not have to remind me about it. It’s been bad all day, I honestly thought that I was going to have it all out of me by now but I’m afraid…..I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.”

“Then I better open something up then.” I said half-thinking as I opened up my driver’s door just a little to make use of the small shoulder space on the jammed up freeway. It was only ten seconds of allowing for some of her putrid stink to leave the car before I saw the traffic begin to move and I was forced to close the door and get going, much to the delight of my honking neighbor behind me, who was gratified to see me move only for the traffic to stop some 20 feet ahead. For the moment then the traffic started a similar pattern where it would move a little bit and stop and back and forth in each of the lanes as the sea of automobiles moving along the congested freeway that was too constrained for its own good. It was becoming an appropriate metaphor for Becky’s bowels as I heard her stomach gurgle some more a couple of minutes later.

“Oh shit.” She said to herself softly as I continued to keep my eye on the traffic in front of me and not the abysmal air quality inside the vehicle. I opened the door up for a few seconds as soon as we made each stop in the stop-and-go nonsense along the freeway. The people behind me were probably wondering what the hell was going on with me opening up the driver’s side door and back. Becky almost opened up her passenger side door herself but luckily caught herself as a pair of motorcycles zipped their way the trail of raised pavement markers separating my lane from the one next to it. At the moment for air quality’s sake it was best if I could open up my door every now and then to let out a little bit more of her volumous gas. Most farts of this caliber would go away in only a minute or so but I had a bad feeling that Becky’s farts were going to be long lasting, she was an athletic girl with an incredible metabolism and I could only imagine her diet was helping her produce such monstrous odors. Another grumbling sound came from her with the usual complaint about her stomach before she looked at me with another worried look.

“Another one?” I asked.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Go ahead, who am I to say no to you anyway.”

“That’s sweet of you but you must know that I’m not going to be feeling good about this. Even if you let me, I am still torturing you and that’s far more than I wanted to do.”

“It’s okay, honestly, I’d rather you be feeling well than anything else. I good driver should be able to accommodate the needs of his host. As long as I can get some air circulating in here I can tolerate your gas. It’s just alarming in all that…well…you know…”

“That girls can fart. Oh yeah, and we can be quite the lethal beauty when it comes to having gas, at least I can. I’ve had some digestive issues in the past, not something I’m particularly open about to people. Usually I can control it pretty well, but I’m in a bad spot right now, my abnormal flatulence is coming in like a mother fucker!” She said as she rubbed her stomach and tried to breathe in and out as if she were about to have a baby.

“Abnormal flatulence?”

“Medical term for a lot of gas, I don’t actually have it completely, only at certain times and after eating certain foods. Unfortunately I was gambling over the fact that I’d have my car today and would be able to let it all out without hurting anyone. I even used the bathroom after my practice to get the rest of it out…only….”

“Only it wasn’t the rest of it.”

“Right…..oooohhh….is it….” She said as I quickly nodded my head, bracing myself for another impactful fart. Grunting down against her seat I looked at her beautiful ass as a muffled up fart of short but powerful stink began to push up against the passenger seat.

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This one was probably about five seconds in length, maybe six but the muffled up sound with both her big ass and the seat made for a droned out sound that sounded like a subwoofer blowing out with a deep bassy sound for the extent of this fart’s release. I began to feel the warmth of this pungent-smelling air flow out as she released a deep behemoth of fart. Its smell was incomprehensible; her gas’ odor was right up there with all sorts of bad descriptors of aromas. The air hovering around our vehicle still looked normal to me, but deceptively it swirled with an airborne chemical that was produced straight within the bowels of this hot female college student. Rotten eggs and weeks-old garbage probably smelled good in comparison to the gas she pushed this rumbling fart deep into the seat. It wasn’t overly loud but it made up for it in stink as I began to gag a little from the gas.

“Shit Becky….that’s rotten!” I told her, half impressed now with her ability to produce such a god-awful aroma. I prayed for her not to lift her ass off the seat anymore and she seemed to comply with that, keeping it glued to the seat but still laughing a little bit from the overjoyed effects of her slight bit of relief. She fanned the air around the front of her body as she tried to disperse as much of this rancid rip of flatulence. I could only do nothing but to admire this gas that came from her. As deadly and foul as it was, it was also amazing to experience. I was a witness to a burst of gas from someone so hot it made you scramble your mind over the fact that she was cutting it. Intermixed into the whole thing was a slightly wet undertone with the sweat still clinging to her body as she fanned the air for another few seconds before sitting back and embracing the absolute vileness of the fart.  

“I’m so fucking sorry for that Mike….I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be…I have to admit that was a very good one….let me open up the door for a few seconds.” I did so as I felt some of the gas leave the car and pollute the already foully-polluted freeway. As soon as I was feeling good with the air flowing out of the vehicle I heard a honk and found that I had a nice 50 feet to move in front of me in the HOV lane. Slamming the door and inching even more forward to make up the space. The short respite was temporary as the smell of her gas clung tightly within the confines of my vehicle. The gas that flowed out from her ass was truly potent and if someone were to breathe in what came out from there right now they would probably pass out from its wretchness.

“I hope your forgive me, but I think I feel a lot more coming.”

“A lot?”

“Maybe….oh I made a bunch of bad decisions today, I didn’t mean for you to have to suffer any of this.” She said shaking her head as she rubbed her stomach some more.

“What kind of bad decisions?”

“Well….let’s see…for breakfast I had some Fiber One cereal and a few hard-boiled deviled eggs, along with my morning protein shake that was already making my farts pretty intense. My roommate had to leave but this kind of food is supposed to help me in my training for volleyball so I go ahead with it. I had to leave a class early to let off some real rosy ones in the hallway, they probably would have freaked if they knew where that smell came from. After using the bathroom I thought I was done. But then I ate lunch and Mike….it didn’t go through me the way I thought it would…”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I had four helpings of a black bean egg salad and that stuff, while delicious has been tearing up my stomach the whole afternoon. Along with another protein shake, and another one before my practice I’ve been loading up with some wicked gas. I almost dropped one that would have cleared out the lecture hall but the gas subsided and I didn’t have to leave. When I talked with you I thought that I would at least have some time to get rid of it in the weight room and be done with it. While I did fart there it wasn’t enough either and just before I went to see you I used the bathroom one last time to get rid of what I had left….but I’m not finished there either….fuck….” She said as she quickly trailed off into another muffled up burst of gas, only four seconds in length but equally as foul as the one before it.

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“Bad, bad, bad, nothing but bad decisions today, I’ll make it up to you for this Mike.” She said sighing as she felt a little bit of relief from the gas. I had to bite my lip as I began to feel the ravaging impacts of this one. She had released this fart with great concentration and energy and with the look that she had done this before, but hardly in such an environment. And within my own comfy interior of my car I began to smell once again the  rotten fart gas came out and then the smell began to attack my lungs, she had been cutting a really smelly one! I started inhaling the strong surge of rotten gas that had emerged from her volleyball-trained behind and it stunk of rotten garbage and shit and carried a high sulfuric amount. The smell filled the entire car in less than the four seconds it cost to produce that sort of beast. I tried inhaling the smell for as much as I could stand it, trying to take in the foul, pungent odor of her fart, the most gas I had ever inhaled from a female’s fart. It wasn’t as long, but it was packed with just as much.

“I don’t know what to say.” I said as I took my shirt and covered my nose as best as I could as I began inching some more in traffic. The pattern had gone back to a stop-and-go motion as we inched our way to the spot near Slauson Avenue. Even with my shirt protecting my nose from the smell of her fart the noxious aroma was still finding its way to my nostrils and with incredible ease too. She shook her head in the meantime while she quietly cursed herself some more. I had to open up my door once again and stick my head out for a few seconds to get some fresh air. As I went back inside and inched forward another 20 feet or so Becky checked an app on her phone and gave me some more bad news.

“There’s an accident near the 105.” She alerted me as I looked over at her, still breathing heavily her repugnant gas as it simmered within the car like a rare humid day over the city.

“And?”

“It’s in the left two lanes….we’ll have to merge over.” She said as I looked up at the ceiling of my car, thinking of the possibility of punching it open to produce a makeshift sunroof. It was bad news because it meant that the ability for my own source of clean air was not going to be there. Luckily for me, Becky’s gas tank was empty for the time being as she patted her stomach and tried to fan the air more and more as she cursed herself for her foul gas. The more I smelled the rotten air around my car the more I got used to it. Not in a way in which I actually liked it, but enough to at least tolerate it, somewhat.

We were still a few miles away from the 105 but with the traffic it was now time to begin moving over. At least Becky had the inside information on which lanes were closed, meaning I wouldn’t have to shift lanes too much, only a couple from my current location. Since I still carried a bit of politeness amongst myself I at least used my turn signal to move over as I waited for a car to finally allow me the ability to go ahead. We were still inching ever slowly down the freeway, not at any good pace but at least we weren’t stopped entirely. Being stuck on this highway at the same spot for hours with this girl would have been the death of me. At least in that case I would have simply left my car and walked away, hot or not, I couldn’t suffer this torment forever.

As this was all taking place, she and I began talking a little more and surprisingly not about her foul gas. I asked her a bit about her volleyball and what she normally did.
“I’m usually a blocker, right in the middle up front, ready to take in any shot that comes out my way.”

“Do you get to spike the ball?”

“Oh all the time, I’ll take that ball and hit it down to the floor and stuff, I almost knocked a girl out once with a spike so strong it bounced off a couple of them. Of course, I’ve been on the receiving end of them as well and I’ve missed a few times on hits in my direction, it’s much better to hit someone than to be hit yourself.”

“A friend told me about a volleyball game he was at a few months ago, back in high school, he always talked about liking to see the girls dressed up the way they do.”


“Oh our uniforms, yeah, we get stares all the time. That shit gets annoying, but for me I’ve been used to stares for a long time, my breasts were bigger than nearly everyone else’s, my legs were longer, my butt thicker, even my hair was longer at times, it sucks being a sex object sometimes. I almost wish I was some short girl who was ugly, at least I would be able to do things without hearing some dumb shit from some dumb guy."

“That’s a shame, there seems to be more to you than just looks. Too bad guys don’t realize that.”

“Oh yeah. You seem different Mike, I’m sure there are others like you too, I’ve met some nice guys as well, courteous, polite, considerate, some of them are still lookers over in my direction.”

“You’ve ever gotten lucky with one of the nicer guys.”

“One back in high school….nice fellow, kind and polite, very considerate, all the right stuff….but during a date one night he took me out to some fancy Mexican restaurant.”
“Oh no.” I said as I already knew where this story was going.

“Oh yes. Exactly what you think. Too many refried beans and we had to use up an entire can of Febreeze back at his house after I started passing some gas during our late night movie. He ended up throwing up after that I felt….I felt so bad for him. He was exactly what I wanted and I didn’t even realize just how bad I could get. I don’t have bad gas all the time…..” She stopped for a moment as my car’s tires drove over the raised pavement markers separating the lanes, giving her stomach just the kind of unsettled movement to get it going again. But before anything else could be noticed again she began talking.

“….anyway, after staying the night in his house and stinking up his bedroom, I decided on leaving early before anyone had noticed what was going on. Poor boy couldn’t keep his dinner in and threw up another couple of times as I left, spraying the Febreeze around I think he spent the next hour outside the house trying to feel better. I apologized to him for what happened and offered to pay him a little to keep my gas issues on the DL, he was able to oblige and on those terms we left on rather okay terms.”

“You still see him.”

“Oh on occasion, we’re still good friends actually. I think he realizes he can’t spend the rest of his life with me, but he enjoys my company and I the same…we just watch what I eat before, during and after visits. He was beaten up by some guy last month at the place he worked at and came to me with an offer to well….let’s just say it would involve me eating some beans and visiting the guy. I haven’t done it yet, but hey if I could put this stuff to some use…speaking of which….” She stopped quickly as she lifted her ass off the seat and felt a new round of gas coming. She didn’t even say anything and I could bare reply as she pushed out in succession three deep bubbly farts.

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“Oh fuck me Mike…..dear fuck that was bad! I gotta apologize for that one again, my stomach’s killing me!” She cried out as she unloaded her foulest payload of the afternoon so far. These were wet fart that raged within her stomach like some sort of tempest, brewing up to the point of spreading forth a gaseous cloud of the most wicked smelling stuff yet. Overall, it was a heavy rotten eggy odor with a blinding effect on my eyes as it burned all around, burning up her shorts to no end and probably my passenger seat as well. Each fart rumbled for about five seconds each as they bubbled out with a squishy bassy sound that was wetter and hotter than her past farts. And the smell was such that it instantly stunk even worse than before with a zone of her gas hovering around my car to no end. I opened up my door for a few seconds as I found that I was now doing it next to a truck, who was giving me all sorts of weird looks as I did this.

“Christ I’m sorry for those ones Mike….I’m really sorry.”

“No, it’s alright. Just need a little air, I said as I closed the door and reentered my gas chamber. The air was absolutely putrid, beyond anything I had smelled before. She sat there looking around before shining a bright smile on her face. Her emotions were changing throughout our car ride as she was trying to figure out the best way to behave with this monster flatulence that she was brewing. Likewise I was trying to find out the best way to respond to her. I didn’t want to be inconsiderate and I didn’t want to be mean, I wanted to be a nice guy to her as she was showing herself to be a rather nice girl in return.

“Oh Mike?” She said with that smile on her face. My mouth dropped as I heard it, the last three farts were bad, but this one was a killer. Up against the seat she produced an incredibly deep and muffled up fart that lasted for a solid ten seconds. My exposure to her foul gas was about to double if not triple.

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“Sorry.” She said as she changed tone when she realized just how long her fart had been. Needless to say, the smell hit me like a ton of bricks and then some, I could swear that the was producing death in gaseous form, a fart that smell wise could put down a horse. As this burning hot fart erupted out of her ass, regardless of whether or not her ass was plastered to the seat was irrelevant, this was going to be some very heavy-duty gas. The smell of the fart made my car once more reek of rotten eggs, dirty cheese, beans and burning garbage, all mixed into something that seriously came from hell. This was an active girl with an active diet and now I was feeling its impacts. It was a pungent fart that fogged the windows produced another small cloud of invisible gas that made me nearly regurgitate right there in the seat. She was releasing tear gas into the seat, blinding my eyes as I had to give her a fucked up look, like I had just witnessed a baby being slaughtered. I tuck my nose back down within my shirt and tried to breathe in my own sweaty air just to get me to avoid some of her massive stink. It, on top of everything else she had produced in the last minute had created a chamber of the foulest stuff I had ever smelled and I had a bad feeling that title was going to continue being passed on to future farts.

“Christ Becky that is….wow that is bad!”

“I know what you mean, I’m feeling a little woozy after that one, I had no idea of the power I had when I dropped that one, that was a stinker!” She said as she waved the air around her. She checked her side mirror to make sure the coast was clear before opening up her own door, letting lose her gaseous stink to the outside air. Just as she did this the car in front had moved and I decided to move up as well to gain a little more distance. This motion, coupled with Becky’s slightly opened door had an interesting effect. Just as I drove up we passed by some Asian guy in a convertible, taking in the sunny weather as he was as stuck in traffic as us. He looked at the passenger seat door open as our car passed by and had that “what the hell” look on his face. As we passed his car just a little I looked in the rear view mirror as I noticed the guy suddenly shifted expressions and waved the air around his face a little as he got a disgusted look. Did he know exactly what it was he was smelling and from where, I may never know.

Another 20 seconds of having the passenger seat door opened and just as the air was starting to become a little bit tolerable she was forced to close it as another motorcycle came running through in between the cars. Sighing to herself she felt a little bit relieved to have part of her noxious aroma out of the car. I checked my side mirror and opened up my own door for about ten seconds before cautiously closing it. Traffic was still filing in from the two left lanes as all traffic had to merge onto the right three lanes, condensing five lanes of traffic onto three in the height of rush hour was as horrible of a situation as anything else along the freeway, except for my gassy companion.

“I imagine you don’t share these while playing volleyball?” I asked her as she looked back and started laughing at much suggestion.

“No I don’t, well a little bit of gas but nothing like this, I’m usually in the bathroom before a match to make sure most of this is out, but it’s be an interesting meet if I was this gassy playing volleyball. God I could stink up the court with this kind of gas….oh there I go again, talking about my gas.”

“Seems to be on my mind I guess, I mean it’s everywhere in the car.”

“Gosh I know….I’ll pay to have this thing cleaned up if you want, I can take care of it myself, come by and see me tomorrow afternoon and I’ll be able to at least get in cleaned and stuff, air cleared out and everything.”

“That’s thoughtful of you.”

“It’s the least I can do….you know I was thinking back to you talking about being a writer and all, what do you write.”

“It wouldn’t interest you.”

“What, is it science fiction or some sort of geeky kind of stuff a pretty girl like me wouldn’t like.”

“Not necessarily, I kind of go all over, short stories and stuff, only ten to twenty pages, not much else, about all sorts of stuff, stories based in college, about some people living here in L.A., I wrote a story about some surfer girl who secretly a secret agent for the government one time, as I said I go all over.”

“Surfer….yeah I hit the waves occasionally, my brother on the other hand, all he does is ride the waves. You name it, he’s surfed it.”

“Malibu?”

“Of course, Laguna, Huntington, Manhattan, San Diego, Big Sur, all over the freaking state. Lazy son of a bitch, no offense to my mother of course, but man when he surfs, he’s a natural.”

“So that’s where you’re going tomorrow, a surfing competition?”

“Oh God no…I wish, a day on the beach would be nice. No he has some stupid choir competition over in Anaheim or something, several hours of hearing people sing…God what I would do to have some of this gas ready to let loose in that freaking building. I’d much rather be stinking up a place like that then do it here with you.”

“That’s thoughtful….I guess.”

“Yeah, I can’t stand the singing competition. Boring as fuck. Back to you, with your writing, what would say to the smell in this car right now?”
“Come again

“It’d be cool to hear someone of your ‘writing background’ to provide a colorful description of my….unique aroma.”

“It’s not unique, everyone farts."

“Yeah…but not people like me. It has to be an interesting experience for someone………..like me to fart like this.”

“It is, but even I have a sister who’s had some bad gas before in the past….whoa fuck girl!” I said as I suddenly caught wind of another surge of vile gaseous wind. Unbeknownst to me and without much warning Becky had let loose what appeared to be a silent fart. A strong eggy odor continued to multiply within the car as she watched with a rather giddy look on her face as I struggled to maintain myself all while inching my car forward on the freeway. I could only imagine all the cars all around us with all of their various conversations and interactions among the passengers and here in this car I was being gassed out by this hot girl.

“Okay, right now, you’re in the zone, how would you describe the smell of my fart!”

“You did just fart right?”

“Right, it was one of those quiet ones….what’s the phrase….um silent but deadly, one of those….it certainly felt that way come out, man does my ass burn, you ought to feel it right now…” She quickly trailed off as she had suddenly started looking straight out the window for what was about ten seconds. I looked back at her as I tried to breath as much of this foul-smelling air as more and then I caught wind of another surge of even more of her gas, she had just farted again!

“Oh my God I am fucking sorry for these; I’m just cutting them left and right now!” She said laughing a bit as I shook my head. She honestly did feel bad for me, but she was in the moment right now and asked me once more to provide her with a cool description to her gas. Thinking about it for a moment as I tried my best to handle the smell, I came up with my answer.

“It’s strong….that’s for sure, it has an intense smell with it. Certainly it smells like a sewage plant, kind of like the underbelly of a city after a hot summer’s day with garbage lying all around. I can smell eggs in it as well, like eggs being cooked for breakfast, it’s just a strong sulfur like smell…hey does methane smell at all, I’m not sure, it’s like eating a bunch of eggs, and the smell it’s just getting worse and worse, it keeps building up in here, I can barely feel the A/C running anymore. How’s that….fuck!” I said as I noticed that sudden uptick in the gas. It the gas in that car started on the number one nob on my A/C, the second fart was like turning the nob to two and this next one was turning it to three. She had farted another silent one; three of them in under a minute, the air quality in my car was horrendous.

“Oh fuck man….fuck, I’ve never felt this gassy before….that one was brutal.” She said as she opened up her car door once more for about 30 full seconds, opened up only halfway as we were a little too close to a red sports car. Luckily her pretty looks kept the driver occupied until they lowered their window and asked if she was okay. Almost on cue the driver of the red car noticed the smell and yelled something over at Becky.

“My condolences.” He told her as Becky did nothing but smile. The driver quickly gave me a weird look as I watched their interaction for the few seconds it took place. She kept the door opened for another few seconds before we started to move forward again. Closing the door she smiled as she looked over at me. I was sweating as I was basking in the hot eggy stench of Becky’s three silent farts. One of them by themselves was bad, but three of them had merged to form a super gas that really filled up my vehicle.

“That son of a bitch thinks I did it doesn’t he?” I asked her about the driver of the red car.

“Oh who the fuck cares, we’ll never see him again anyway.” She said as she laughed for a moment. She fanned some of the air around her as I checked my side mirror and opened my door for about 20 seconds. After which a quick honk for the car in front of us told me it was time to move forward again. By this point we were now approaching the section of freeway nearest to the Los Angeles International Airport.