Fart story one-shots 2!

PLANETARY INDIGESTION

Julia's seat gently vibrated. She closed her eyes to enjoy the delicate tingle on her spine as the wings extended out of the Humming Bird 709, a small seater that fit twelve people for those places that were rarely traveled to. The orientation of the spacecraft reconfigured from shooting through space like a rocket to that of an airplane to glide down to the planet surface.

Aerhonda was a red and green planet, the contrast of a lush green jungle on one side and a scorching hot desert of iron rich rock. A golden aura surrounded the planet. Dust sized specks of quartz were suspended in the atmosphere and reflected the sunlight, not in a blinking way, but a steady golden glow. She flipped to the info pamphlet in the seat pocket in front of her the only note about the planet was a warning about planetary indigestion. The gravity was 20% stronger than earth, but the gas pressure was 30% stronger as well. That mean getting up the stairs would take a lot of energy, but because the atmosphere was so condensed, it also meant that every inhale would being in a lot more oxygen. Athletes loved to train on planets like these. They could get very intense workouts in to build muscle without ever getting winded.

She thought that planetary indigestion couldn't be that bad. Turquosimo had an exotic gas that made you hallucinate mice everywhere. Seraphormin had such strong gravity that visitors had to get around in wheel chairs. Kerakockus has bacteria in the dirt, which cause plants to secret an orange pigment that slowly builds up in the skin. She hated looking like a carrot after only a week. A little stomach rumblings couldn't be that bad, could it?

She looked over to her seat mate, Mr. Adams, he was in his forties. He had a big gut. His patterned dress shirt bulged at every button to reveal his undershirt underneath it. His low lip had fallen over his upper lip. He was sunk deep into slumber from his cross galactic drinking binge on single shot alcohol bottles. To her, he seemed to have little hope in his life. She saw him get up every morning. He didn't have a family. He didn't have a discernible hobby. Whenever he was done working, he'd drink tiny little travel liquor bottles in the hotel or on the plane. He'd play games on his phone. He rarely engaged in personal conversation. He seemed like a man surrendered to his life, and his life wasn't unpleasant enough to take it.

He hired her fresh out of executive assistant academy. She wasn't the smartest, fastest, or most ambitious. The top of the class was working the career ladder at the core of the galaxy to one day work for a big shot executive. She realized that with her grades and lack of extra qualifications, she needed to take advantage of the plastic surgery discounts that the school offered. She was born with a ballerina body, slender even frail bones, but she had let her belly go a little bit. So she had gotten a lipo to look again how she looked when she was taken ballet classes as a teenager. Also the flat boy chest was corrected with an augmentation surgery. She didn't want big ones. She simply wanted to be pretty but not a porn star bimbo. Her plastic surgeon had called her choice the demure choice. Yet in all, she had been appealing enough that Mr. Adams thought that she could help him close his business deals and then deal with the paperwork.

They had been travelling for four months. On Terra Rossini, they had bought 600 tons of a rare mutation of grapes to make high end wine. The local custom was to banquette for three days before discussing business. Julia had set to Mr. Adams in a sexy little dress and oversized high heels. The teasing sight set the sellers at ease, while Mr. Adams told them rowdy jokes. On the third day, they haggled over the numbers of the deal. On the fourth day, Mr. Adams was sleeping off a massive hangover while she was sitting with the counter assistant to draw up a two hundred page contract. The next day, they were off again to the next planet.

Julia could feel her free floating dress settle down on her lap. She could uncross her legs now. Her hair started draping down her cheeks. Her boobs started sagging from a perfect melon shape to a teardrop. She could feel her tiny butt cheeks sinking into the oversize seat that was meant for giant, male miners. She enjoyed the first parts of gravity, like a pleasant stretch after sitting too long. But then everything got to heavy. It took every again to only scratch her nose. They were about to touch down. She snapped a vial with bitter smelling agent under Mr. Adams nose. He stirred awake with a nasty frown on his face.